"No need to hurry; let me observe this a little," [Demonic Woman] Paris said.
Her white dress was stained by blood and was more eye-catching than a rose, and she had a unique charm. Her smile was alluring, and her beauty was undeniable.
As she stood on [The Throne of Chaos] which was in complete stealth in the sky, she carefully observed the situation on the ground.
When she was thinking seriously, Paris became very serious, and a rare holy aura appeared on her. The terrifying energy flames that were exploding on the battleground were bright, illuminating her perfect face. When Fei looked at her side face, he felt a little suffocating as if he was looking at the statue of a G.o.ddess.
After a few minutes, a proud smile appeared on Paris’ gorgeous face; it meant that she already had a plan in mind after this short while.
"The empire is being suppressed, and the morale is really low. If the ordinary soldiers can’t see the hope of victory, we will lose this war for sure," Paris said in a confident tone, "In terms of the number of soldiers and strength of masters, the empire is inferior compared to the united troops, and Zenit has been pressured to a great degree. This war is taking place right in front of our homeland, and the anger and the hope that our soldiers have are depleting. Therefore, this is a dangerous moment. The empire needs a small but complete victory to stimulate the morale of the soldiers and pull back the scale of victory that is tilting in favor of the enemies."
After hearing Paris’ words, Fei had to admit that this woman was intelligent and instantly saw the core.
The [Demonic Woman] lightly fixed her hair by placing strands of hair behind her delicate ear, and she continued, "Although I despise the Crown Prince, I have to admit that he is super talented in terms of military and warfare. If I’m not wrong, he must have already seen this as well. Since the Capital is this surrounded by the enemies, the victory of small-scale battle can only be earned through a battle between masters and not battle legions."
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As she a.n.a.lyzed the situation, Paris looked confident and stunning, showing the temperament and intelligence of one of the two most powerful women in St. Petersburg. There were reasons why she could rival with Elder Princess Tanasha who was known as [Zenit’s G.o.ddess of Intelligence] and become one of the key members on the side of Dominguez. In just a few sentences, she cleared up the messy situation and came up with a solution.
"Right now, if a super powerful master of Zenit could appear and kill a bunch of enemy masters, the morale of the soldiers will be stimulated, and the tilting scale of victory will be pulled back to neutral temporarily. In the empire, Emperor Ya.s.sin is already... The Crown Prince is intelligent but doesn’t have a master who can stun the enemies. Therefore, even though he probably saw the solution, he couldn’t put it into action." As Paris said that, she looked at Fei with her expressive and shiny eyes as a sly smile appeared on her face.
"I know what you mean," Fei said as he cracked his knuckles barbarically. As he pretended to be vicious, he laughed, "So you’re telling me to kill a bunch of enemies right now? Hehe, I’m really good at this!"
After hearing this, Paris covered her mouth and giggled, "[Sky Covering Fist] King of Chambord. Hehe, today is your best chance at making a name for yourself! From today on, the entire continent will praise your power, and countless traveling poets will tell your stories..."
"Hey, please stop. Why do I feel like I died in your version of the story?" Fei quickly stopped Paris.
"Haha, I’m just trying to motivate you before the battle," Paris giggled as she looked back at the battlefield. After a few seconds, she asked in a seemingly casual yet very earnest tone, "Hey, Little Man, how good are you at escaping? If you cause a big scene, the super powerful masters of the enemy’s side might try to kill you. Can you escape? It is very likely that there are Sun-Cla.s.s Lords on the side of Ormond."
Fei sensed the area with his spirit energy and laughed, "Don’t worry! Haha, no one here is able to battle me!"
"Worry? Who would worry for a savage like you? Humph!" Paris murmured to herself in a voice that only she could hear.
Then, she said loudly, "Good! Don’t show yourself yet. Just wait until the perfect moment, and the effect of your appearance will be the greatest.
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After that was said, she asked Fei to bring her to all four sides of St. Petersburg to observe the situation. In the end, she decided to stay at the main gate of the city.
Looking down from the sky, the main gate of the Capital was being focused on by the enemies.
Out all the empires in the united troops, the Leon Empire, the dominating player in the region of 500,000 kilometers around Zenit, was in charge of getting through the main gate of St. Petersburg.
Countless soldiers of Leon were charging at the main gate. They were all fearless, and they had vicious smiles on their faces.
"Charge! The Zenitians can’t hold up anymore! Haha! Kill all the d.a.m.n Zenitians!"
"Charge into St. Petersburg! Kill all the men, and let their women whine and moan under us! Haha! Rob their treasures!"
"The Legion Commander has ordered! Whoever charges into St. Petersburg will be rewarded with 100,000 gold coins. Once we conquer the city, we can rob it for three days! The treasures in the palaces and the beautiful women are all free to take! First come first serve!"
Loud shouts sounded and resonated in the sky.
The soldiers of Leon were in a berserk state. Treasures and women blinded them; if they could break open the Capital of Zenit, they would be rewarded heavily! The endless killing and death turned off their brain, and they were driven by their primitive and animal-like instinct. If these bunch of mindless soldiers rushed into St. Petersburg, the amount of damage they could do was beyond words.
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Fei had sharp vision, and he was surprised to see that the person in charge of defending the main gate was no other than [Zenit’s G.o.d of War], Crown Prince Arshavin.
Arshavin was in the dark-red armor of the [Iron Blood Legion], and he was sitting down in the watchtower on the main gate with a murderous yet majestic aura on him. His expression was calm; no one knew what he was thinking.
Beside [Zenit’s G.o.d of War], the masters of his [Iron Blood Legion] were standing beside him, protecting him like the satellites around the moon.
The atmosphere on the defense wall was intense, but Arshavin was keeping everything in control. More than 20 messengers were running around on the defense wall, pa.s.sing out the Crown Prince’s commands.
All the dangerous situations and potential weaknesses in the defense were noticed by Arshavin right away, and he quickly made commands and stabilized the situations.
The calmness and intelligence of [Zenit’s G.o.d of War] were impressive.
Under the motivation of Arshavin, the soldiers of Zenit used 200% of their combat abilities, and none of them backed off. They built another defense wall with their bodies on the actual defense wall, stopping the enemies from breaking through.
Outside of the defense wall, the masters of Zenit and Leon battled each other ferociously.
Among them, a handsome young man who was protected by golden armor was the most eye-catching.
With a golden lance in his hands, he used his metal-elemental warrior energy to a stunning degree. None of the enemies could face his strike, and a dozen masters of Zenit followed him tightly and worked together under his command. Like a lethal weapon, they killed more than 30 masters of Leon and destroyed more than 20 large sieging machines.
This young man was the Tenth Executive Knight of the Imperial Knight Palace, Chris Sutton.
P.S. remember when we took that cruise trip back in last December? Black Bean Sauce finally finished making our travel video for those that want to see it. And holy fack I was amazed by his taste in music. It’s on our youtube channel, or you can just search: Noodletown on Vacation - Symphony of the Seasaction