Hail the King

Chapter 1039: Zenitians’ Victory (Part Three)

Tink! A green jade pendant that Pedro carried shattered, and he used this opportunity to dash out by more than 1,000 meters.

“Want to run? It is too late! Stay here!” Hazel Bank laughed, and the Death God Sickle in his hand drew out many mysterious arcs. After successfully striking, Hazel Bank followed Pedro like a bloodthirsty worm. The blade energies connected with each other and formed a dense net. The net blinked and wrapped around Pedro.

The Undead Mage was feeling frustrated. His strike landed on his opponent, but he couldn’t chop this master of Barcelona in half. It seemed like his opponent had a magic item with him, and this magic item could stop him being killed.

Right now, Pedro was in a complete disadvantage. The chilliness he felt on his back already turned into pain. He knew that he was severely injured and had to be healed, but he had to restore his stamina since his opponents were tightly chasing after him.

After about a dozen seconds, bean-sized sweat drops appeared on Pedro’s forehead.

This man had battled around the continent for tens of years, and this was his first time facing such a dangerous situation. The cold death touch of the Grim Reaper already grabbed his throat.

“AHHHH! Damn it! How come the situation turned to this? What should I do? If this net of blade energies last more than 30 seconds, I can’t hold on...” Pedro shouted like a madman with a vicious expression, and desperation already appeared in his eyes.

However, a sense of joy suddenly overtook him. His opponents’ sharp and tight-knit net of blade energies suddenly revealed a clear weak spot.

“Opportunity!” Pedro who was on the verge of death saw this, and his eyes lit up.

Right now, this man didn’t even have time to think if this weak spot was a trap that his opponents set up. He tried his best and dashed forward, igniting his core energy. Then, he turned into a streak of fast light, and he merged into the void and disappeared.

Under the threat of death, this proud general of Barcelona ditched close to 50,000 soldiers and his honor and dignity as the head commander, escaping alone in the end.

“Damn it! My body as a mage is too weak! I have to admit that I’m too weak in terms of close-range combat.” Undead Mage Hazel Bank shook his head in pity. He squeezed this set of Death Sickle Technique from Dark Demonic Armor Basturk, and it was fierce and powerful, perfectly fitted for this giant Death God Sickle.

Unfortunately, Hazel Bank was a mage, and his close-range combat ability was weaker. When he used this sickle technique for a prolonged period of time, he didn’t have enough stamina to continue, and weakness was shown.

For a supreme master like Pedro, that split-second weakness was enough for him to escape 10,000 times.

“Too bad that I can’t use my undead magic. Otherwise, I would have killed that kid already.” Hazel Bank shook his head powerlessly.

Although the Holy Church was challenged, and people’s religious belief wasn’t as strict as before, undead magic was still a forbidden subject for humans.

Hazel Bank couldn’t use his true strength. Otherwise, his battle with Pedro wouldn’t last that long, and he wouldn’t need to partner up with Lampard.

“I wonder how Lampard is doing?” Thinking of Lampard, Hazel Bank got nervous and quickly turned around to look since that red-haired, middle-aged handsome man was knocked away by the sealed power in a magic scroll.

“Don’t worry; I’m ok.” At this moment, a calm voice sounded by the Undead Mage’s side.

“Damn it! You can’t just appear beside me without making a sound! It is scary!” Hazel Bank shrugged and dashed down like a bomb as he laughed, “Haha! Since even their head commander escaped, we can kill these enemies and make Barcelona taste the flavor of tears!”

The Undead Mage turned into a streak of light, and he flew close to the ground. Wherever he went, the Barcelonan soldiers exploded like fireworks. They died before they could scream.

These ordinary soldiers could never block the attack of a peak Burning Sun Lord.

Even though some Barcelonan soldiers had warrior energies, they couldn’t last a second under Hazel Bank’s strike.

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