Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1028: Sakkar's battle



"...Come! Your final chapter will be written by my hands today!"

Still pointing at himself, Sakaar turned slowly toward Robin, as if seeking confirmation about what was happening.

In response, Robin burst into loud laughter. "Yes, he is talking to you. Go on, let him write your final chapter." But his gaze wasn't on Sakaar, nor even on Pythor-it was scanning elsewhere... Jabba had disappeared since the battle began!

"Whew~," Sakaar sighed, rising quietly to his feet and shaking his head. "What more do I need to do to earn a little respect around here? How frustrating."

Shhhhhh-

A dark, oppressive aura began seeping from Sakaar's body. Heavy and palpable, it was as if blood vaporized into a crimson mist, reeking of the stench of millions of decomposing corpses. "Come, write my final chapter then."

"Hm?" Pythor gripped the armrest of his chair tightly. This creature was dangerous!

"...!!" The Eleventh Prince instinctively stepped back two paces, the sight of Sakaar rising and the surge of that ominous aura terrifying him. He glanced around hurriedly. "B-- Brothers, come on! We'll kill him together. This monster doesn't deserve a one-on-one duel!"

Clang Clang

All 400 high-level combat emperors around him raised their weapons, channeling energy into them. It was almost laughable that this was their collective response to one person moving. Yet, without a doubt, they had all been shaken by Sakaar's presence!

Sakaar shook his head again, sensing the situation, and turned back toward Robin. "I can fight the hundred Imperial Guards or the 300 Marshals' Elites. If I isolate one side, I can kill them given enough time. But fighting all 400 will be troublesome. At best, I could keep them occupied for some time before I had to retreat, but I wouldn't be able to deal any meaningful damage. How do you want me to proceed?"

"Who do you think you are, you filthy monster?!" The Eleventh Prince's pale complexion turned beet red in embarrassment, and the others around him scowled. Even Pythor's expression darkened.

Even if Sakaar emitted the aura of a level 49 combatant like the First Marshal, he was still just a high-level martial emperor. No matter how strong he was, ten Imperial Guards should theoretically be able to encircle and suppress him, let alone 400 battle-hardened veterans who had fought in the middle planetary belt wars!

Even The Kind of The North, Hulak, hadn't been able to wipe out the Marshals' Elites in a battle that lasted weeks. He had barely managed to kill a handful of them. What, then, of this boastful individual?

Forget the 400 martial emperors-400 fully armored peak Sage-level fighters with empic equipment should theoretically be able to hold him back! Theoretically...

Robin, meanwhile, was still glancing around. Finally, he smiled and nodded gently. "No worries, I'll send someone to assist you. But take them far from here; I don't want a battle of this scale erupting over my head. Oh, and don't kill them all. Try to take as many prisoners as you can."

"..?!"

Pythor and the others' expressions began to tremble with rage. If that horned crimson fool was delusional, that was his business. But for a planetary emperor to also be this clueless? "You'll regret underestimating us, you beast! Today, I'll rip off your horns and turn them into daggers for slaughtering pigs!" the Eleventh Prince roared furiously.

"Understood." Sakaar nodded toward Robin in response. Then, he rose off the ground, flying steadily in a specific direction. It was clear he was heading toward the city walls, intending to leave. "Follow me, all of you."

"You're not in control here! I'll decide where we-...!!" the Eleventh Prince began yelling again, But his shout was cut short mid-sentence. Though he was only days away from reaching the strength of a Marshal, this creature was still treating him like air.

Shhhh Shhhh

At that moment, flowers began to bloom from Sakaar's fingertips. Each one emerged as a stream of blood before solidifying into deep crimson chrysanthemums. The blossoms began spinning on their axes, emitting a sound that resonated deep within the soul:

Zzznnnnnnn-

Sakaar continued flying in the direction he had chosen, still moving among them as if they were nothing. Within mere seconds, hundreds of those crimson chrysanthemums emerged from his hands, swirling around him like a swarm of wasps. It was the first time anyone had seen Underworld Chrysanthemums, but their extensive combat experience told them that each one of these was a nightmare in its own right.

What now? Should they take all the guards and elites away from His Majesty? Away from their primary target and their planetary emperor, Pythor? Or should they take only a handful to pursue him? But the words of that monster still lingered in their minds, "...Arrgh!!"

"Follow him! If his final wish is to have his body torn apart by 400 high-level martial emperors, why stop him? Finish him quickly and return," Pythor commanded, waving his hand with visible frustration.

"Yes, Your Majesty! All of you, let's go!" This time, the Eleventh Prince's shout held a sense of relief. Now he could take all the soldiers with him under the guise of following orders!

Swish Swish

The speed of so many high-level combat emperors was a spectacle in itself. Within moments, all 401 of them were outside the city. One figure at the center was surrounded by tens of thousands of crimson chrysanthemums, and encircling him were 400 high-level martial emperors. At that moment, the fiendish figure looked like the center of the universe!

"Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Whoosh!

At the Eleventh Prince's command, the gates of hell opened. The 400 martial emperors unleashed their epic weapons on Sakaar with ferocity, yet not a single attack landed!

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh

The Underworld Chrysanthemums spun at incredible speeds, leaving only crimson streaks in their wake. Sakaar faced a torrential downpour of attacks from the heavens and earth, but at the same time, every single one was intercepted.

Bam Bam!

However, it didn't seem this defense would last forever. Several chrysanthemums began to crack, their petals falling after the initial collisions.

"...?!" The Eleventh Prince furrowed his brows and yelled to rally himself and his troops,

"Keep going!"

To withstand all these attacks without losing a single chrysanthemum yet? With tens of thousands of them remaining... didn't this mean he wasn't exaggerating? Could he truly hold them off for a while?

No... He had to end that monster quickly and return to deal with the rest of the intruders. Otherwise, it would be a tremendous humiliation for the Great Serpent Empire. The Elites wouldn't be able to lift their heads again!

Oooommmnnnnn-

At that moment, a massive silver ring appeared on the ground, rising rapidly.

"What is that?!" Everyone paused momentarily, watching in shock at the marvel unfolding before their eyes.

"Attack that tree before it fully emerges! It's that thing again!" one of the Marshals' Elites shouted when they saw the trunk of Hovenheim starting to form. Robin Burton had once unleashed that monstrosity to halt an entire army!

"You dare divert your attention while I'm here?" Sakaar felt a slight sting of insult, and the chrysanthemums began scattering in every direction.

"Ahhhh!"

"Arrrghhh!"