The echoing shouts reverberated, and Zhang Beixing's figure appeared incomparably grand.
In this world where modernity and fantasy intertwine, the superficial prosperity concealed the lurking crises.
Vampires, the Demon Race, the Holy See—various factions eyed each other, ready to unleash a bloody storm at any moment.
However, Zhang Beixing remained unafraid.
He knew he was born to be the ruler of this era.
Pupil Skill dominated hearts, and Angel's Wing possessed the divine power to connect heaven and earth.
With the aid of the Persuasion System, he wielded wisdom and power far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"My lord, the people of the Holy See have begun to act."
Richard's expression was grave, his brows tightly furrowed.
As Zhang Beixing's most loyal assistant, he constantly monitored the changing situation.
"Has that old fellow Michael finally lost his patience?"
Zhang Beixing laughed coldly, a hint of scorn in his eyes.
