"Elizabeth, take someone to organize the evacuation of the civilians in the city. According to the previous plan, if possible, evacuate to the territory of Chambord City at once."
When the soldiers around him were preparing for the battle enthusiastically, Constantine said to his princess: "The enemy is coming fiercely. I am afraid that only the super empires in other large domains have such strength. The war is still coming. Once Byzantium is destroyed, no one in the southern border of the empire will be able to stop the invaders, I have a hunch that only by retreating to the north of the imperial capital and relying on the strength of Chambord can we preserve our strength, and we must preserve a trace of blood for Byzantium!"
At this moment, the young and beautiful princess Elizabeth did not panic like ordinary women.
He nodded calmly, deep in his slender hands, carefully adjusted the battle armor on his husband, and then smiled and said: "I am waiting for you in Chambord City, you have to survive... Our child cannot be born immediately. Without a father."
"our children?"
Constantine was taken aback for a moment, and then exulted: "You mean... you are pregnant?"
Elizabeth nodded softly: "I didn't tell me until after the doctor's examination before the ceremony this morning. My dear, I know that you have your own honor and responsibility as a king, but you must also remember that you are still a woman." Husband, father of a child to be born."
Constantine was silent for a moment before he kissed his wife deeply on the forehead.
Watching the guards leading Elizabeth disappear into the distance in a small boat, the young king tightly held the hilt of his sword, his sword eyebrows raised, and a firm light shone in his star pupils.
Son, one day, when you hear your father's story, you will be proud of him, so let me, here, fight to the death for your mother not to become a slave of the kingdom!
Rumbling rumbling—At this moment, amidst the last series of crazy and violent explosions, the streaks of golden sword energy on the distant sea finally began to slowly dim and disappear continuously.
Void, the boxing spirit imprint left by King Chambord, was finally deciphered.
The cruel battle is about to begin! …
"See Lord Pedro!"
[Spear of the Sea God] On the flagship of the Naval Vanguard Corps, Montoya and the officers, who had escaped from death and were still in shock, knelt on one knee in front of a figure in red and blue battle armor with pale faces.
This man is only about 1.7 meters tall, but is very well-proportioned. He has thick short black hair, a square face, and a firm face. He holds a cross helmet in his right hand, and the red and blue cloak on his back flutters in the wind. , but there is an extremely high and serious atmosphere circulating.
The dou qi flashing on this person was unfathomably deep, but there were slight ups and downs—this was because too much of the original dou qi was consumed just now in order to decipher the terrifying boxing spirit branding the void sword aura on the sea.
The man's name was Pedro Rodriguez.
People in the Barcelona Empire prefer to call him Pedro, the commander and commander-in-chief of the [Spear of the Sea God] navy. He was born in the Royal Military Academy of La Masia. He was already the humerus minister of this ninth-level empire at a young age. But it is extremely tuned. Compared with Messi, Villa, Xavi and other famous coaches in Barcelona, Pedro is not well-known, but his strength is absolutely unfathomable. It is said that even now he is invincible in the Western Regions Leo Messi, one of the silent navy chiefs, admired him very much.
"I know what happened, Montoya, you are too careless! Although Zenit is only a first-tier empire, don't forget that they have a demigod-level Emperor Yassin!"
Although he didn't reprimand him severely, Pedro's serious aura still made Montoya and the others tremble.
"Yes, I know I was wrong, brother."
Montoya was extremely remorseful.
Both of them came from the Royal Military Academy of La Masia, but Pedro graduated a few years earlier than him, so the title of senior brother is quite reasonable.
However, upon hearing this, Pedro frowned and said, "Shut up, there are no seniors on the battlefield."
Montoya blushed and said, "Yes, Lord Pedro, I know I was wrong."
"You were careless and missed all the Zenit sets. The forward army suffered heavy losses. It is hard to absolve yourself of the blame. From now on, you will be relieved of your position as the commander-in-chief of the forward army. You should go to the rear supply ship and reflect!"
Pedro said decisively.
"My lord, I..."
Montoya was in a hurry and wanted to say something, but a confidant next to him gently pulled him, gave him a wink, and had no choice but to salute, get up and leave.
After leaving the deck far away, Montoya asked dissatisfiedly the confidant who wanted to signal to himself just now: "Derren, why did you stop me just now? I lost the command of the fleet, how can I make up for it? Alves Old dog, will you have to ride on our brother's head every day to shit and pee?"
"My lord, Lord Pedro and you are brothers in the same school. He did this to protect you."
His confidant Deren said with certainty: "You have fallen for the tricks of the Zeniters this time, and lost more than 800 warships, large and small. If the news reaches the royal family, you will be severely punished, and you may even be imprisoned." , that old man of Alves will definitely make trouble, but Lord Pedro, as the commander of the [Spear of the Sea God], has already punished you in advance, so the royal family can't say anything, just push the boat along Now, from now on, you don't need to worry about this aspect."
"That's true."
Montoya suddenly realized, and immediately frowned again: "However, I'm in confinement now, how can I take the blame and make meritorious deeds?"
"Hey, don't worry, my lord. Your Excellency Pedro didn't say how long you will be imprisoned. After all, he is your senior brother. He has the blood of the Catalan royal family flowing in his body. He is probably just pretending. When the opportunity comes, you will definitely Regaining control of the Legion, when the time comes, a lot of credit is waiting for you!"
On the bridge in the distance.
"Although the talent is extraordinary, it still needs to be tempered. Montoya, hurry up and grow up. After all, Barcelona is the world of Catalan blood. We must not let some outsiders control the military and politics. Don't let the general Master Joel is disappointed!"
Pedro watched Montoya and others disappear in the distance, then turned around, looked at the Byzantine fleet that had not yet withdrawn in the distance, slightly surprised, and immediately ordered the remaining 200 surviving warships, No trimming, turn the bow and attack with all your strength!
"Emperor Yassin, you must have set up this boxing spirit imprinting void, right? Are you hidden in the Byzantine fleet now? That's really great, let me see the demeanor of the legendary emperor of the Northern Territory! "
Pedro is furious!
The astonishing aura at sea earlier alarmed him who was sitting in the main rear fleet, and then the flying speed arrived in time to rescue the crisis of the vanguard army...
Boom boom boom!
When the distance was about 500 meters, the two navies fired at the same time.
The roar of the magic cannon and the colorful magic light bullets in the sky tore apart the prelude to the war.
The fleets on both sides have put up their protective shields, and the soldiers on the deck are busy running like ants, performing their duties, all kinds of shouts and semaphore signs are mixed together noisily, making the space between heaven and earth Filled with an indescribable murderous aura and clamor.
After passing through Chambord City [Madman's Laboratory], the Byzantine fleet armed with advanced technology has a relative upper hand in the long-distance bombardment. Not only is the protective cover harder than the Barcelona battleship, but the armor-piercing magic gun It can also be sharper. In the ten minutes from the distance of 500 meters to less than 20 meters, three Byzantine warships sank, and the Barcelona people paid ten times the price!
When the distance is reduced to less than ten meters, the magic cannon is useless.
Because the violent explosion and destruction caused by such a close-range magic bombardment would affect their own warships, the two sides stopped the bombardment in a tacit understanding and prepared for close combat.
At this time, all language is superfluous.
The previous battle had brought the killing intent between the two sides to its peak, and they wished they could die together...
"Barcelona Empire!"
After the battleship approached, Constantine finally saw clearly the logo on the armor of the opposing soldier, which made his heart sink uncontrollably.
The Barcelona Empire is the giant of the Western Regions. In recent years, geniuses have emerged in large numbers, and its national power has skyrocketed. It has a faint tendency to become the number one empire in Azeroth. Why would such an invincible empire suddenly launch an attack on the Zenit Empire?
In Constantine's memory, there has never been any grievances between the two sides
The enemy turned out to be the empire.
Shocked, Constantine began to worry about the fate of the Zenit Empire.
If it were other enemies, with the existence of the two peerless geniuses, Emperor Yassin and King Chambord, the Zenit people would be absolutely fearless, but if it was Barcelona... who could stop them
hanging!
Too hanging!
Today's battle is probably the last day of Byzantium's existence in this world.
He looked back to the north.
King Chambord, if I die here, I hope you can save a little blood for the Byzantines and a little blood for the Zenit Empire!
"kill!"
Constantine yelled loudly, leaped up in the air, and [Seven Injuries Fist] shot vigorously, flying towards the opponent's battleship.
Behind him, there are densely packed Byzantine warriors, roaring, following behind their king, without hesitation, and attacking the powerful enemy without fear of death...
"Emperor Yaxin, where are you hiding?"
There was the sound of fierce fighting and roaring, and the battleships slammed into each other fiercely. Soldiers on both sides brandished their swords and started the killing. Standing on the bridge, he did not make a move.
He was waiting for Yassin the Great who was 'hidden' among the Byzantines.
Previously, it took him a lot of strength to crack the void sword formation imprinted by the spirit of the boxing spirit, and it also made him a little more afraid of Emperor Yassin. Pedro didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. He understood that facing such a A terrifying enemy, if you don't deal with it with all your strength, you may be in danger of being defeated.
The killing of ordinary soldiers should be done by themselves.
This is the fate of soldiers.
Pedro believes that the warriors of the Barcelona Empire can definitely defeat the bumpkins of this first-class dependent country in front of him.
However, the facts were just beyond the expectations of the proud naval commander.
More than a hundred Byzantine warships showed strong combat effectiveness. The not so powerful Byzantines seemed to be crazy, fighting bravely and fearlessly. Even if their bodies were pierced, they had to jump into the sea with Barcelona soldiers. And even if they fell into the sea, they would catch the Barcelona warriors who also fell into the water. Even their teeth were used up. As long as there was still a breath left, they would fight to the death, just like a group of wild beasts.
In terms of morale, the Byzantines had the complete upper hand.
"Seven Injuries Fist!"
In the distance, a handsome king who was only in his twenties and wearing a crown was roaring. His body was shining with golden flames. However, more than a dozen Barcelona star warriors burst, and everything they passed was simply irresistible.
Even if it is a moon-level powerhouse wearing red and blue armor, almost no one is his single-handed enemy.
"What a domineering punch. Could this be the Zenit master Chambord King who is known as [One Punch] in the legend? Sure enough, a hero born a boy!"
Pedro secretly sighed.
A small first-tier empire can show such morale, which really shocked the aloof naval commander.
However, he did not intervene in this level of battle.
He has been looking for Emperor Yassin who is 'hiding' among the crowd.
Pedro did not dare to be negligent in the previous sword array imprinted with the spirit of the fist spirit, and firmly believed that Emperor Yassin must be here—the void imprinted with the spirit of the fist spirit will slowly dissipate with the passage of time. According to the description of Emperor Yassin's strength according to the previous intelligence, Emperor Yassin must arrange it within a day to have such power.
This is why he is so sure that Emperor Yassin must be in the formation.
It's a pity that Pedro never imagined in his dreams that the person who arranged the sword formation imprinted with the spirit of fist spirit was the Chambord King Sun Fei who he ignored, and the person he thought was the Chambord King was just the Byzantine King Constantine.
The Barcelona Empire thinks it is a ninth-level empire, ruling the world. Although because of that reason, it did not investigate the Zenit mercenaries carefully, and suffered a big loss here...
When the white belly of the sky was exposed, the shadow of the land finally appeared in the distance where the sea and the sky meet.
The giant goose Leanna uttered a cheerful name, which resounded through the sky.
The drowsy orcs immediately jumped up, Pigg patriarch Artest snorted twice, opened his drunken eyes, shook his head, and was overjoyed, came to Fei's side, flatteringly said: "Ah, come, Your Majesty Look, the [Land of Exile] is ahead... "