Hail the King
Chapter 849: Gold Saint of Aries’ First Real Battle

Chapter 849: Gold Saint of Aries’ First Real Battle (Part One)

“We are here to kill you!”

The black-robed young man who had his eyes tightly shut was filled with a murderous spirit, and he looked like a sharp sword. There was no warrior energy or magic energy fluctuations on him, but he was able to stand in the air. This was beyond the understanding and imagination of everyone in the area since it seemed boundary-breaking.

As soon as this young man finished speaking, no warrior energy was unleashed, and no fancy magic spells were chanted. However, there was a streak of strange force moving around. It was just as hard to detect as air, and it was extremely dangerous, making the hearts of Albeda’s Moon-Class Elites race.

Bam!

A familiar explosion sounded.

Red and white brain matter spilled in all direction as if someone stepped into a pond of mud.

O’Henry who was arrogant yet weak followed Flatter Zeman’s steps. Although he was already careful and focused, he wasn’t able to change his fate. As if he couldn’t believe what was happening, a shocked expression appeared on his face, and his head was then exploded like a smashed watermelon as well. Just like Zeman, his cold corpse fell down the sky powerlessly.

Killing seemed like pulling grass to this black-robed young man!

“What is this power? It is terrifying!”

“There is no way that I could prevent this!”

“This force shouldn’t belong to humans! Who is this black-robed young man?”

“It is not magic energy, and it is also not warrior energy. Could it be that this is the power of a god?”

These Moon-Class Elites were confident and couldn’t wait to dash into Chambord City and rob all the treasures a moment ago, but they were all terrified like old hens in front of eagles. They were shocked to their cores, and they backed off like falling tides, creating a long distance between them and these four mysterious masters.

They were all powerful masters who comprehended some laws of nature, and their eyes were sharp; it was hard to surprise them, let alone shock them. However, they saw a type of energy that they had never encountered before today and which was beyond their comprehension, and they were terrified.

“This is… spirit energy!”

As a Sun-Class Lord, Albeda was more knowledgeable, and he gasped and shouted.

He was more powerful than the Moon-Class Elites, and his eyes were sharper. After observing for a while, he finally understood the energy properties of this handsome, black-robed young man.

Spirit energy was a unique energy. It required the practitioner to have a rare talent and great opportunities in life to develop that talent. On top of that, the practitioner had to find a good master who excelled in spirit energy, and the training method was rare as well. Therefore, warrior energy and magic energy were the two dominant energies on the Azeroth Continent, and people rarely learned spirit energy.

Therefore, Albeda was surprised that he ran into someone who practiced spirit energy, and this person had reached Moon-Class with it.

As they talked, changes occurred again.

Moon-Class Elite Oliveira who looked like a mercenary suddenly gasped, and he opened his mouth and spat out a gulp of blood. Then, his face paled, and he staggered as if he were severely injured. Half of his head caved in, and several terrifying holes appeared in his chest. It seemed like he was instantly struck by many forces and was immediately taken out; he could no longer continue to stay in the air.

This Oliveira was also one of the Moon-Class Elites who were saying some over-the-top things.

It was clear that after Zeman and O’Henry, he was the target for the black-robed young man.

Since Albeda had shouted and revealed what this energy was, the Moon-Class Elites were no longer as fearful. However, they were still scared for their lives since they had never fought with someone who possessed such spirit energy which was invisible and didn’t leave any traces.

Chapter 849: Gold Saint of Aries’ First Real Battle (Part Two)

“Who are you? What are you doing? Why are you attacking us? Is there any misunderstanding?”

The powerful strengths that these enemies who appeared out of nowhere made the morale of these arrogant invaders drop, and one of the Moon-Class Elites couldn’t help but ask in his shaky voice.

“Misunderstanding?” The black-robed young man’s eyes were still closed as if he didn’t want to see the ugly faces in front of him. He stated in his cold tone, “I’m Dessler, one of the 12 Gold Saints of Chambord, Gold Saint of Aries. Do you think there is a misunderstanding?”

“Gold Saint?”

“One of them?”

“Those dirty Chambordians?”

“They are really Chambordians. No wonder… could it be that those rumors are true? How is it possible? The King of Chambord really have 12 powerful masters who have unique skills under his command? How… how is this possible?”

The foreign Moon-Class Elites were shocked.

The smarter ones had already realized the seriousness of the situation.

If the masters under the King of Chambord were already this powerful, then their goal of destroying Chambord couldn’t be realized. If they went, their lives would be in mortal danger. Everything in front of them showed that the Chambordians were already aware of what their plan was and were well-prepared. Since the Chambordians dared to ambush them after knowing their strengths, it showed how confident the Chambordians were, and how weak they were in the Chambordians’ eyes.

These people who came with D’Alessandro were all weak-willed individuals. Although they were all Moon-Class Elites, they weren’t that strong mentally. Faced with unexpected danger, they all wanted to retreat.

Sun-Class Lord Albeda had detected the change in the situation, and he knew that he could no longer stay silent and had to stimulate morale. He roared, “Humph! You are just a few clowns! How dare you stop us? Even if that despicable and shameless King of Chambord were in front of me today, he couldn’t leave here alive! Although spirit energy is strange, it is only a dirty power that was washed away by time. How powerful can it be? I will kill you first and then slaughter those other 11 damn Gold Saints!”

After shouting, streaks of green light beams rushed out of his body like rapid-growing vines, and they shot toward black-robed Dessler as a green wave, trying to capture the latter.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

A series of explosions sounded.

Gold Saint Dessler of Aries frowned, and invisible walls suddenly appeared as if space were frozen. However, these walls weren’t able to block the green vine-line light beams and were all shattered. Then, the green light beams continued to rush toward Dessler.

Dessler’s body shivered, and his brows furrowed even more. Waves of invisible spirit energy rushed out of his body and forced many spirit energy barriers.

He was a young man on the [Blood Crime] Island which was located in the [Sea of Fragrance], and he was the descendant of a hero. He lost the honor of his family and his loved ones, but he got saved by Fei at the critical moment, and the king taught him the spirit energy techniques, turning him from a weak young man into a Moon-Class Elite.

From Dessler’s perspective, Fei had completely changed his fate, and he saw the king as a fatherly figure who he would protect even if he might die. Therefore, after hearing the offensive comments that these Moon-Class Elites made toward Chambord, he got murderous and killed Zeman and O’Henry before crippling Oliveira, shocking the enemies.

This was the first real battle that Dessler got involved in since he became proficient with the spirit energy.

He was only a level 7 mid-tier New Moon Elite, but he defeated three masters consecutively, thoroughly demonstrating the strangeness and power of the spirit energy. His title as one of the Gold Saints was well-deserved, and he could rival famous warriors of Chambord such as Pierce, Drogba, and Lampard.

However, even though the spirit energy was unique, his realm was far from the Sun-Class. The vein-like green light beams continued to shatter his spirit energy walls, and the sharp tips of the green vines were almost touching Dessler’s forehead.