Lord of the Truth

Chapter 923: Bad news



Poison Rock Planet-- Throne Hall

Planetary Empror Pythor didn't look his best...

3 days ago he received the worst report he had heard in thousands of years. About 57 ships had suddenly returned, almost an entire fleet and a half, half of the troops inside were injured and all the ships were in a deplorable state, those troops were part of one of the armies sent to take over the planets of the True Beginning Empire.

But instead of a messenger ship arriving explaining the situation and perhaps announcing victory, they returned announcing the death of the marshal and the three generals, and the demise of 250 martial emperors in the process, of course in addition to the shouting down of all the ships that did not return and the killing of all the soldiers they left behind!

They said that the name of that planet is Orphan Blood, which is said to be the heart of the True Beginning Empire due to the power they found...

They spoke about fighting terrifying, crimson monsters with long spiral horns and a high appetite for raw meat, they said that they fight like demons without fear or fatigue.

As for the other locals, the soldiers described them as all real demi-humans, very strong and could rival the demons in madness, especially their leader who could produce a huge amount of energy in every single action he makes that he managed to hold off the Marshal when they were levels apart!

Another picular thing is that even after collecting several testimonies from the soldiers, they were unable to narrow down the number of different races they found, this was the first time hearing about so many races in one planet!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then they talked about the arrival of another army of humans, an army so huge that it could rival them alone, and on top of that, that army contained titans that looked like humans, each of them over 15 meters tall and each wearing an epic set of armor and carrying a special piece of epic weapon!

Then they talked about the leader of that human army... a person surrounded by a suffocating black flame, whenever the flame touched one of them, he would fall dead instantly, all the soldiers said that that person immediately advanced to fight the marshal man-to-man, but the marshal continued to retreat until he almost left the entire battlefield, trying to get away from that black flame.

In the end, the 5 human titans surrounded him, creating an arena for that human general and their Marshal, where the Marshal was eventually killed, it was then when the rest of the army scattered and fled.

Everything they drew around that planet was brutal and terrifying, Pythor who had set foot on 8 other planets had never heard of something like this... Is this what happens when battling a fully-fledged planetary empire?

He spent the two days thinking about how to deal with the losses from the invasion of that Orphan Blood Planet, but he couldn't find an ideal solution, the losses were simply too great!

The most prominent thing that came to his mind was to resend that failed army to one of the other planets to strengthen its defenses against the True Beginning Army present on Orphan Blood Planet. But then he thought that that army must have left Orphan Blood Planet by now and gone to help on another planet, wouldn't it be better to resend them to the Orphan Blood Planet again then? And in both cases... Send them under whose command?!

"Argh!!" Pythor rubbed his forehead for a long time, then muttered in a loud voice, "Snight, I'm afraid I'll have to drag you into the war."

Among the nine marshals, Pythor preferred to keep Marshal Snight by his side instead of First Marshal Celebos, first because Celebos was tasked with refining the spirit of Planet Nihari, but more importantly, because Old Marshal Snight was the best at administration and the most cunning in terms of planning.

"Always at your command, I can regroup the forces and head immediately to Planet Orphan Blood," from the darkness next to him an old man with human-like features stepped forward, "But I'm afraid you have other things to worry about."

"...Like?" Pythor wasn't impressed by the answer.

"Your Majesty, if one of the sub-planets that were supposedly unprotected had this kind of defense, then what is happening on Planet Nihari, which is the main battlefield?" Marshal Snait reminded with no expression on his face.

"...?" Pythor opened his eyes wide, "That's impossible... right?!"

Nihari already had 5 fleets and they sent 16 more, 21 fleets in total, and above them 4 marshals with their own special troops!!

"That's the problem Your Majesty, we don't know what's right, up until this moment no messenger ship has reached us... I'm afraid we have to prepare for the worst."

"The worst? What do you mean by the worst?" Pythor smiled, his heartbeats racing until he finally shouted at Snite, "Do you know how much a defeat of this scale would cost us?!"

"...." The Marshal kept his silence in the face of his master's anger, of course, he understood...

They had lost around 65 ships and 250 Battle Emperors on the Orphan Blood Planet, in addition to the Marshal who couldn't be easily replaced, this defeat alone would take decades to make up for, if there was another defeat on Nihari, no, even if they won and the losses were huge, it would take thousands of years to make up for what they lost, this would make the whole war pointless!

*vooom*

The hall was as large as a village and mostly empty, so when the guard pushed open the giant gate and spoke, his voice echoed in the place. "Your Majesty, First General Harus requests a

meeting."

Far from the gate there was a single throne on a high platform that looked like a small hill in itself, Pythor was sitting on it with his forehead resting on his palm looking worried as if he didn't care about anything else in the world, but when he heard the report he jumped up: "Harus? Why did Harrus come too?! ...Let him in."

"Harus left planet Gudah?! I told that fool to stay put to protect our lands on the planet!!" Snight shouted angrily, he had wasted hundreds of years of his life trying to impose his control over the northern hemisphere, if he lost his foothold there it would be extremely difficult to regain it.

"..." The planetary emperor clenched both his hands tightly, all the generals and marshals were excited about this unique war, of course, Harrus wanted to get involved in it, but he was ordered to stay in Gudah, it seems that the decision did not please him so he came to

complain.

Pythor sat up straight and raised his head, ready to scold Harrus for leaving his post before giving him some punishment and forcing him to return.

*Step* *Step* *Step*

Harus advanced with quick steps, not caring about any protocol, then shouted at the top of his voice, "Your Majesty, the True Beginning Empire attacked me on planet Gudah, we have lost

the planet."