Lord of the Truth

Chapter 993: The green and red moves



"What did you say?!" Robin's eyes widened in shock. "How did this happen? Tell me everything in detail!"

"Your Excellency, even we, the Shadow Swords, don't know!" The young man wearing the mask and the Shadow Swords uniform spoke quickly. "Just half a day ago, the southern- central border was attacked. General Amon managed to completely halt the offensive and forced their main army to retreat. However, one of their ships escaped at maximum speed and later headed toward the Winter punishment City!"

Robin furrowed his brows slightly but didn't seem overly surprised. If they possessed such speed, it was natural they'd use it to strike at key strongholds. Sakaar must have anticipated something like this. "So? How did Sakar respond?"

"We don't know!" The Shadow Sword replied promptly. "The Supreme General evacuated the city and its surroundings, claiming another Dark Shadow might appear. He forbade anyone from approaching or attempting surveillance, saying it might provoke the Shadow."

"...?" Robin's surprise grew slightly. How exactly would they provoke the Shadow? If it were to appear, it would do so to destroy- it wouldn't need provocation to start attacking. "And then? Did the Shadow show up?"

"We don't know, Your Excellency. The same phenomenon described by the Demon Army previously didn't occur. However, after that confrontation, the portal was destroyed, and Supreme General Saksar was severely injured. In return, the mothership that attacked the city was destroyed." The Shadow Blade spoke quickly yet calmly. "Only one person survived from the ship: the Seventh Prince, who returned to the frontlines, exploiting Sakaar's injury. He is currently leading devastating battles, emerging victorious several times. Within just a few hours, he has taken control of 5% of the southern region!"

"..." Robin didn't know how to feel about this report. There were too many unknowns. First among them: who could injure Sakaar other than the Dark Shadow- or perhaps Hulak or Pythor? But the situation was still dire. Five percent may seem small, but it is still larger than the entire surface area of Planet Jura.

"Your Excellency? Do you have orders for us? How should we handle the current situation?" After a minute of silence, the Shadow Sword tried to remind Robin of his presence.

After a brief pause, Robin lifted his head and asked, "...Sakaar, is he still in the picture? Can he still issue commands?"

The Shadow Blade nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency, but his decisions are erratic. Because of them, we've been losing battles one after another. We believe his injuries have greatly affected him, but he continues to push himself."

"Oh, that settles it, then." Robin clapped his hands, smiling. "Let him make whatever decisions he sees fit and assist him in executing them."

"But, Your Excellency...!!" The Shadow Sword's eyes widened. "The death toll among the Nehari locals has reached a critical level!"

"Relay my message to everyone concerned. You may leave now." Robin remained unfazed. "...Understood, Your Excellency." The Shadow Sword gave a deep bow before disappearing.

Robin turned his gaze back to the ground, gently tapping it with his black spear in a steady rhythm.

The report he'd just heard was riddled with inconsistencies. Someone like Sakaar wouldn't make all those mistakes. Perhaps he had a plan-but what could it be?

After a little while, Robin shrugged and increased the tapping rate with his spear until he suddenly stopped. He had decided to let it go. Wasn't this the reason he promoted Sakaar to be a Supreme General? To make decisions and manage the wars autonomously? What would be the point of his promotion if Robin had to meddle in his strategies? Nehari was now Sakaar's battle.

Bzzzzzt

At that moment, the space portal activated once again, its flickering glow intensifying as it signaled the establishment of a connection with another space portal. Bzzzt... BZZZZT... "Hmm? The space portal is unusually active today!" Robin remarked, his curiosity piqued. The shimmering void within the space portal began to expand unnaturally, pulsating with an ominous energy and emitting louder, more intense sounds. It was clear that something extraordinary was about to emerge!

"...?!" What stepped through the space portal left Robin utterly speechless, his mind reeling at the sight.

BAM BAM

Towering giants, each a colossus of tens of meters in height, began to emerge. First came their enormous, weathered heads, then their massive arms rippling with raw power, followed by their broad, imposing torsos, and finally their tree-trunk-like legs. Each one stood over 50 meters tall, their sheer presence exuding an overwhelming level 48 aura that reverberated through the air like a thunderclap.

"The Tree Fathers?!" Robin exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief and awe. Weren't they supposed to be stationed in Greenland for recuperation?

"Your Excellency." The three incarnations of the Tree Fathers bowed their colossal forms toward Robin, their towering silhouettes casting immense shadows over the ground as they acknowledged him.

BZZZT

SWOOSH SWOOSH

The space portal continued its vibrant, chaotic resonance as more figures began to emerge. Behind the giants, several airborne figures appeared. Their presence was commanding, their wooden armor intricately adorned with black metallic embellishments that gleamed ominously under the light. It was none other than the Martial Emperors of Greenland! Among them stood the four renowned kings: Fugon, Sharver, Haidar, and Dibas, each radiating his own aura of authority and strength.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

BAM BAM BAM

The grand procession didn't stop there. Following the emergence of around 80 of these fearsome martial emperors, an unending tide of Terra cavalry began pouring forth. Row after row of Tera-mounted riders streamed through the space portal. The Terra beasts, magnificent creatures native to Greenland, moved with a primal elegance. These powerful, intelligent creatures had become the backbone of Greenland's army. Evergrin had prepared nearly a million of these formidable beasts for Robin, their numbers swelled even further after years of unchecked reproduction.

With their strength, intelligence, and loyalty, these Terra beasts had replaced less intelligent mounts like the gazelle lions, becoming the pride and foundation of Greenland's military might. The sheer number of Terra riders emerging from the portal was staggering- an endless wave of power that defied estimation.

"This...?" Robin muttered, his voice barely audible as he stood transfixed by the majestic and entirely unexpected display of force.

"We greet Your Excellency!" Fugon and his entourage landed gracefully in front of Robin, their movements precise and disciplined. Without hesitation, their power, and their loyalty are evident in their every motion. After bowing deeply, they raised their heads to meet

Robin's gaze with unwavering resolve.

"Your Excellency, we may not be as powerful as the Demon Army that took on Planet Nihari alone, or the overwhelming forces of Planet Jura that battled the seven Tree Fathers when they were far weaker than now, but we are still able to fight. All of us crave vengeance for the devastation that befell our home planet. To be honest, we felt a pang of sorrow knowing that you needed support and did not call upon us. Do you not consider us part of your realm, Your Excellency? But now we are here. Please, command us as you see fit!"

"... Who told you that we needed support?" Robin finally broke his gaze from the seemingly endless stream of warriors emerging from the space portal.

"It was Governor Alexander." Fugon pulled out a meticulously sealed scroll and handed it to Robin with both hands, his gesture filled with deference. "He informed us that you needed reinforcements but that he couldn't come himself. So, he commanded us to head to Poison Rock Planet immediately in his place, sealing the scroll with his own authority as the Greenland governor. Headquarters Lady Emily was also gracious enough to provide us with

the coordinates~."

"....." Robin took several moments to read the contents of the scroll. His brows furrowed slightly as he exhaled a long sigh before rolling the scroll closed. "That man... sending me reinforcements when he himself is in need? He's shouldering responsibilities far beyond his

means."

"As far as I know, the Governor also requested reinforcements for his own from The Orphan Blood Planet, though the forces sent to him didn't seem particularly substantial..." Fugon began explaining, his tone measured, "During my meeting with Headquarters Lady Emily, I saw Aru accompanied by nine others. They were requesting coordinates for Planet R-1, stating their intent to go there as reinforcements."

"...Aru, and nine others?!" Robin's voice carried a note of disbelief, what could ten individuals do in such a situation?