Chapter 1039: Zenitians’ Victory (Part Four)

Seeing the devastating scene, Lampard hesitated for a moment and didn’t stop the Undead Mage.

According to the tradition of war on Azeroth, supreme masters shouldn’t kill ordinary soldiers. However, since Barcelonans invaded Zenit, they followed the annihilation policy in the southern region of Zenit. They killed many citizens of Zenit, including white-haired seniors and young children, and they burned down cities and towns. They were like demons in human skin. Towards this type of opponents who already broke all the rules of war, sympathy shouldn’t be granted.

In fact, this was why the Undead Mage attacked.

Without the backing of a supreme master, the fate of this Barcelonan troop was set in stone.

Second Prince Dominguez and Old Aryang didn’t order the troops of Zenit to counterattack. Instead, they focused on the orderly retreat.

This battle lasted less than 30 minutes. The troops of Barcelona crumbled and collapsed. Like sandcastles that were destroyed by ocean waves, the ones who escaped soon disappeared from the plain like fish out of the net. Everything scared them, and they ran without stopping.

This was the first large-scale defeat that Barcelona suffered since the invasion of Zenit.

Some military officers and soldiers couldn’t accept the fact that they lost to a level 1 empire; they felt like their belief in their empire collapsed, and they committed suicide. For these militarists, defeat wasn’t acceptable, and it was equivalent to losing the pride as soldiers.

The other defeated soldiers escaped from the battlefield and only met the reinforcements of Barcelona after running for close to 500 kilometers.

“Hmph! What a joke! Didn’t Pedro say that he has Catalonia Royal Bloodline, and doesn’t he always feel superior and look down on us, the outsiders? What about now?” The head commander of the reinforcement sneered.

“It’s said that Pedro ditched the troop and escaped…” someone said.

“Hmph! Although the head commander escaped, why didn’t these soldiers battle to the death to protect the honor of the empire? How dare they retreat? Come! Kill all these defeated soldiers!” this command ordered with a gloomy expression, and demonic glints flashed in his eyes.

This man wasn’t afraid of Pedro’s prestige, and he was going to kill their own defeated soldiers.

“Mr. Alves, isn’t this a bit…” Someone tried to dissuade him.

“I won’t ever repeat my order!” Alves said in his cold voice as the murderous spirit appeared in his eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes.” No one dared to go against this man.

This record could be seen in the history books in later eras.

[On that day, Barcelona’s [Sea God’s Spear] and [Hand of Execution] fought with the same number of enemies, but the troops of Zenit in the southern region somehow defeated both legions. Commander Pedro of [Sea God’s Spear] was severely injured and disappeared, and Commander Alves of the reinforcement legion who had a hostile relationship with Pedro tried to redeem the honor of Barcelona by killing tens of thousands of defeated soldiers. Blood stained the land, and corpses piled up into mountains.]

However, Barcelona didn’t slow down the pace of its invasion. The Imperial Military Headquarters of Zenit finally reacted and moved ten legions, which were comprised of 300,000 soldiers, into the Southern Region Battlefield. However, Emperor Yassin and Zenit’s God of War Arshavin both didn’t appear in the reinforcements.

To Zenitians, one victory wasn’t enough to cancel out the danger that the empire was facing.

More terrifying battles awaited them.

On the continent, no one believed that the weak level 1 empire could last more than a month under the iron hooves of Barcelona. It seemed like the destruction of Zenit would be seen after a month.

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-Meanwhile, in the distant [Banished Land], at the Vicious Swamp-

Fei was enthralled by the creation of the first 100 mystical gold battle soul warriors.

“You did well.” The king patted Basturk’s shoulder in satisfaction, and the latter was extremely flattered and instantly kneeled. Fei shook his head helplessly and said, “Go and take [No.1] to [No.100] to execute on the plan. Before tomorrow’s sunrise, bring back 20,000 silver crystals for me. You know what to do, right? Don’t force the souls in these crystals. I want them to go back to the Azeroth Continent with me willingly.”

“I understand, my great and honorable master! Don’t worry!”

Although Basturk lacked dignity, he was very capable. Soon, he got a plan and went to the depths of the Vicious Swamp with the 100 powerful fighters.

Fei calculated the time and murmured, “It is about time to return to the City of Behemoth.”

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