Chapter 1079: Returning to Chambord City (Part One)

-The Zenit Empire-

It was raining, and the road was muddy. The air was cold and moist, and the dark clouds were close to the ground and blocked the sky.

The atmosphere was extremely suppressing.

A team of about 50 people set up a temporary campsite beside the Dual-Tower Mountain.

Compared to the refugees and defeated soldiers who escaped from the already conquered city of St. Petersburg, these people didn't look so anxious, and they had time to build a few waterproof tents.

This was the place where King Alexander of Chambord obtained his initial fame. The king battled Golden Sun Knight Chris Sutton here, and they destroyed the peaks of the Dual-Tower Mountain and shocked the entire empire.

It was the battle that made people in the Zenit Empire know about Fei.

After that, Dual-Tower Mountain became the place where many traveling poets tried to spark their inspirations. Also, many warriors came here to check out the battlefield and tried to gain inspiration as well.

Right now, the glory around Dual-Tower Mountain still remained, but the Zenit Empire was destroyed, and one of the main characters of that battle, Chris Sutton, had also fallen.

The cold wind blew around Dual-Tower Mountain and carried the rain with it, and the scene was a little melancholy.

The curtain door of a tent was lifted, and Old Aryang walked out with a serious expression.

[Young Man] Modric walked out of the tent following Old Aryang.

“We are about 500 kilometers away from St. Petersburg. If we construct the super-long-distance teleportation array now, we shouldn't be detected by the top-tier masters of Barcelona,” Old Aryang said after thinking for a bit, “Order the soldiers to construct the teleportation array. We need to return to Chambord City as soon as we can. Lampard and the other two supreme masters of Chambord as well as Ms. Paris need to be healed as soon as possible. We can't waste more time.”

“Ok.” Modric nodded and said, “I will go and arrange this.”

After saying that, Modric turned around and walked toward another tent.

“Alexander…” Suddenly, a high-pitched scream sounded inside the tent that the two just walked out from.

A joyous expression appeared on Old Aryang's face, and he instantly turned around and walked in.

With torches and furnaces in the tent, the temperature was much warmer inside. There were four simple yet comfortable beds in the tent, and Golden Lion Lampard, Undead Made Hazel Bank, Elder Batistuta of [Black-Cloth Shrine], and Demonic Woman Paris lay on these beds. A few ordinary doctors surrounded the beds and looked grim, and they were trying their best to heal and maintain these four people's conditions.

Since the team was afraid that magic healing techniques would create energy fluctuations and might be noticed by the top-tier masters of Barcelona, only physical methods were used to treat these four people.

The scream that Old Aryang heard came from Demonic Woman Paris who was still unconscious and was having a fever.

The Demonic Woman was unconscious, but now it seemed like her condition was a bit better. Although she hadn't woken up yet, her complexion looked healthier.

Right now, as if she was having a nightmare, her body twitched as she screamed again and again. Since she fainted until now, she had screamed 'Alexander' more than 40 times.

Old Aryang arrived at Paris' bedside and took out a bottle of [Health Potion] from his storage ring. Then, he pa.s.sed it to a female doctor, and she helped the Demonic Woman drink it.

A day ago, when Old Aryang and the saint seiyas rushed to the northern gate of St. Petersburg, the Zenitian troop that was made of close to 100,000 people was almost wiped out, and Paris was at the verge of death. She was severely injured, and wounds could be seen all over her body. One of her arms was severed, and she was battling with her iron will and last breath.