Chapter 662: Taurus"s First Battle (Part One)
Under everyone"s gaze, the King of Chambord who was holding the hands of his two beautiful fiancées only paused a little when he heard the shout. After that, he completely ignored Mellberg and moved toward the second step. It seemed like he was even too tired to turn around and look at this troublemaker.
His att.i.tude was very arrogant since he just ignored the person who was one of the most influential people in the region.
After a short pause, Mellberg laughed angrily, and his voice was as loud as thunder. In the same time, all the short hair on his head stood up, looking like sharp iron needles.
"Great! Just great! I have battled around the continent for more than 100 years, and it is my first time seeing such an arrogant younger warrior. Since this is the case, the Chambord Kingdom doesn"t need to exist anymore, and all Chambordians are enemies to our [Wind Horse Mercenary Group]. Hehe, this d.a.m.n wedding ceremony can end right here! I want to see which is harder, your att.i.tude or my blade?… Alexander, are you really naïve enough to believe that your weak, ant-like subordinates could stop me? Elm!"
As Mellberg shouted, a thin and tall, long-faced mercenary walked out behind him.
This person had a bitter expression on his long-face as if everyone in the world owed him something, and he was wearing light-red leather armor.
He didn"t say a word, but he walked toward the ceremony platform that had nine levels and 36 steps murderously.
This mercenary named Elm only moved forward for a few steps, and there were no warrior energy flames on him. However, he floated in the air, half a meter above the ground, and it felt like he was stepping on something invisible since he walked calmly and steadily.
"Moon-Cla.s.s Elite!" someone shouted subconsciously.
This thin and tall mercenary who had a bitter expression could easily stand in mid-air, and it was the best indication that he was already a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite.
"Ah! I know who he is! He is [Bitter Murder G.o.d] Elm, and he is one of the ten battle generals of the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group]! Once, he got mad and killed everyone in ten cities of a level 3 empire. Even the infants who were just born weren"t spared! He is truly murderous! His fire-elemental warrior energy is strange, and he is one of the Moon-Cla.s.s Elites under [War Pirate] Mellberg"s command. It is heard that he already reached the Half Moon Realm many years ago!" A person who was knowledgeable in the VIP areas spoke. Even though his voice wasn"t loud, everyone was able to hear who this mercenary was.
Now, almost everyone was looking at the 100 fully-armored soldiers of Chambord with sympathy.
The hardest armor in this world was nothing in front of the power of Moon-Cla.s.s. In fact, ordinary thick armors were like thin papers in front of Moon-Cla.s.s Elites. If the masters of Chambord weren"t going to show up, these brave and elite soldiers would be turned into pieces of flesh and sc.r.a.p metals in a few seconds.
In front of real power, bravery and loyalty were useless.
Everyone looked at the King of Chambord.
However, this young king was still facing everyone with his back.
As if King Alexander didn"t discover what was happening behind him, he held the hands of his two fiancées and walked up toward the ninth level.
"Doesn"t he care about the lives of his loyal soldiers? Or……" people thought.
Suddenly, a vicious grin appeared on Elm"s bitter face.
Lights dashed out of his eyes as he stood half a meter above the ground, and he lightly grasped his right hand and pushed it forward.
Then, a hot beam of fire appeared on the square out of nowhere as a result of this casual movement, and that terrifying sensation dispersed into the area.
The casual strike of a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite was disastrous for ordinary Star-level Warriors.
The red beam of fire instantly shot toward the 100 elite soldiers of Chambord who were about 20 meters away from Elm, and the heat energy formed a small tornado, also moving toward the soldiers with a death sensation.
[Bitter Murder G.o.d!]!
He was going to kill these soldiers first!
However, none of the bylaw enforcement officers wavered and backed off. Under 100 black, cold masks, 100 pairs of clear eyes filled with bravery didn"t even blink in front of the terrifying attack that could vaporize them like ice.
That was because a heroic figure suddenly appeared before the bylaw enforcement officers and blocked the red beam of fire.
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Chapter 662: Taurus"s First Battle (Part Two)
Under the shiny moonlight, the smile that was filled with disdain appeared on this person"s face.
As he slowly raised his hand, he grasped onto the beam of fire easily and suddenly clenched his fist, instantly crushing this strike which could have easily killed those 100 soldiers of Chambord.
In his hand, this beam of fire felt like a piece of cheese.
"Huh?" The bitter expression on Elm"s face changed as he frowned a little.
This opponent who suddenly appeared was able to dismantle his strike easily, and it was clear that this man was also a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite. In addition, this thin and tall mercenary felt like his opponent had a mysterious power around him and knew that the latter wasn"t weak.
Everyone in the three VIP areas on the square gasped in unison.
They all felt like what was happening was too dramatic!
At this critical moment, a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite on Chambord"s side, who wasn"t King Alexander, showed himself and blocked that strike of a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group]
"No wonder this young king is so calm; he is still walking up the platform. He is ignoring everything because Chambord is already prepared, right?" people thought, "However…… Is one Moon-Cla.s.s Elite enough to stop everyone from the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] including [War Pirate] himself?"
As the guests were thinking about that, the Chambordians who were on and outside the square already started shouting.
"Mr. Drogba!"
"Hahaha! It is Mr. Drogba! Now, we shall see if this d.a.m.n Moon-Cla.s.s Elite can still be arrogant? Humph! How could you outsiders know how many masters we Chambordians have?"
"Mr. Drogba! Kill these rude b*stards! How dare they interrupt our king"s wedding ceremony? They all deserve to die!"
The Chambordians who were all nervous a moment ago relaxed, and they couldn"t help but jump into the air and shout. They weren"t afraid; instead, they were all shivering in excitement.
They felt like their blood was boiling, and everyone including children and elders clenched their right hand and placed them on the right side of their chest.
"You want to challenge our great King Alexander? Hehe, pa.s.s the 12 Golden Saint Seiyas who guard the 12 Golden Saint Mountains first! Today, we will let you, the arrogant outsiders, know what kind of power Chambord is capable of! Shiver under the fear for our great king!" they thought.
-In the center of the square-
"B*stard! Tell me; how do you want to die?"
Drogba sneered coldly. His long black hair was already tied into braids, and each braid was bright and eye-catching. He looked like a battle-hungry lion that couldn"t wait for combat. In fact, his eyes were shining due to the excitement.
Of course, what surprised most people was that he was also not standing on the ground. Just like Elm, he was still hovering half a meter above the ground.
"He is also a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite! Who is he? I have never heard of him before!" most people thought.
Not too far away, [War Pirate] Mellberg was slightly surprised. Then, a vicious expression appeared on his rough face, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Elm, kill him! Tear this dirty Chambordian into pieces!"
This bitter-faced mercenary licked his lips in excitement as if he was a beast that targeted its prey. He stared at Drogba and suddenly spoke, "I won"t die, but you will. Doesn"t matter who they are or how old they are, as long as they are citizens of Chambord, they will be killed tonight! They will die tragically!"
He pointed at the sky and provoked, "This square is too small, and it is not so convenient. If you are daring enough, come to the sky with me, and we can battle this out!"
After he said that, Elm got covered with fire-elemental energy flames. As if he turned into a fire dragon, he dashed into the high sky.
"Hahahahaha! If you want this, I will kill you up there!" Drogba laughed fearlessly.
Like a huge ax, his body shot up and left a terrifying orange mark in the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the next moment, he caught up with Elm, and they started to battle in the sky without hesitation or more talking.
The two Moon-Cla.s.s Elites were in a ferocious battle.
This was the first battle between Chambord and the troublemakers, and both Drogba and Elm knew its importance. As a result, none of them held back, and they fought each other directly, trying to kill their opponent in the shortest time possible.
For a moment, the colorful, beautiful, and deadly Moon-Cla.s.s warrior energy flames shone in the sky. The orange light rings, as well as the red fire, continued to collide and explode, sending residual energy in all directions. In fact, this battle was even more flashy compared with the magic fireworks show prior.
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