Hail the King Chapter 1060.1 - Where Are the Other 50 People? (Part One)

Chapter 1060: Where Are the Other 50 People? (Part One)
Before others could react, shouts sounded on the defense wall in the west. Those ‘fortunate survivors’ got back onto the defense wall, but they suddenly turned around and raised their sabers at their peers. Those ‘elite soldiers of Zenit’ were attacking their own!
“Those people… are Barcelonans in disguise! Damn it!” Now, everyone realized what was going on.
When the mages suddenly appeared, they created a ton of smoke and sent dust into the air, blocking everyone’s vision. In the battle, all 200 elite soldiers of Zenit were killed. Under the cover of smoke and dust, the warriors of Barcelona quickly switched to the military uniforms of Zenit and pretended to be Zenitian warriors.
Such a tactic fooled everyone, and those imposters easily climbed onto the defense wall with the ropes and suddenly attacked.
At the same time, the troops of Barcelona started to siege the city in coordination with these 150 imposters.
Above the troops of Barcelona, four supreme masters flew in the sky.
Except for Busquets who recovered from his injuries, Mascherano and Elves showed up as well. In fact, even Pedro who was once severely injured also appeared.
These four supreme masters emitted terrifying power that smashed against St. Petersburg like a tsunami. The [Goddess of Earth’s Protection] looked like the surface of a lake when a tornado was blowing over it. Terrifying ripples appeared, and it seemed like it was going to be shattered at any time.
Clearly, this was a full-on attack. Barcelona had never invested so much force into one attack.
This scheme was long in the making.
“Quick! Deputy Commander! You command the battle on the southern gate. Elite reinforcements! Come to the western gate with me!” Granello was anxious, and he instantly rushed toward the western gate with hundreds of elite soldiers.
This man knew that the turning point in this war was the western gate.
If those Barcelonan imposters controlled the mechanisms in the western gate and opened the gate, or if they destroyed the magic weapons and mechanisms for the defense of the city, all Zenitians would be in trouble.
As to the four supreme masters of Barcelona in the sky, Granello didn’t need to worry about fights on that level. People like Emperor Yassin and Lampard would handle that.
Just as he expected, streaks of powerful auras shined inside St. Petersburg. Four radiating flames shot into the sky; they were Emperor Yassin, Hazel Bank, Lampard, and another master of Chambord. It was heard that this man was from the [Black-Cloth Shrine], one of the shrines of the Holy Church.
The eight powerful masters battled in the high sky.
While loud explosions sounded, it felt like the end of the world was coming. Streaks of black cracks appeared all over the sky, looking like a painting that was torn apart before being knitted again. The terrifying warrior energies collided and created many mushroom clouds as if nuclear bombs went off.
As his long hair and red beard fluttered in the strong wind, Granello arrived at the western gate as fast as he would with the hundreds of elite soldiers.
However, the scene before them stunned Granello and the reinforcements.
“What is going on? Where are the enemies?”