Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1868 siege

The attack on the Millennial Empire ignited an enormous and unexpected war between forces no one ever imagined would clash.

Within merely two months, the invading armada had already occupied forty planets belonging to the empire, annihilated fifteen full fleets, and forced the Millennial Empireʼs armies into repeated, humiliating retreats.

A thousand fleets led by five individuals at the level of Law Domination Realm experts was a force so overwhelming, so brutally coordinated, that stopping them outright was simply impossible.

Yet despite facing a near-hopeless situation, the Millennial Empire responded with exceptional composure and rare strategic brilliance. They abandoned direct confrontation, adopted Hedrickʼs guerrilla-style method, split their remaining troops into two smaller armadas, and began harassing the Curses Galaxyʼs forces endlessly striking fast, disrupting their movement, then vanishing before a counterattack could form.

This strategy did not halt the invaders; the Curses armada continued advancing steadily.

But it did slow them, bleed their momentum, and drastically reduce the number of planets falling each month.

This strange, escalating conflict sent waves of terror and dread across the entire sector. Finally, the picture became crystal clear to everyone watching - nobles, emperors, merchants, and wandering cultivators alike. The Behemoth of Curses was now reenacting the same ancient pattern every Behemoth had used since the dawn of cosmic history: strike every strong empire in the sector, weaken them, dominate them, then rule the sector outright.

He wasnʼt merely causing chaos.

He wasnʼt hunting Hedrick anymore.

He was trying to seize the entire sector, methodically and deliberately.

And even if he did not publicly declare ownership or proclaim himself the sectorʼs Behemoth, the implications were terrifying. The moment those colossal military bases were secured - the moment the Curses forces could attack any target at any time, from any direction - the entire sector would effectively fall under their shadow.

Their influence would become the silent law.

Their presence would override even the authority of Kaylis herself, who would suddenly find that she needed permission before issuing any command or making any move.

It was a future none of the sectorʼs powers could allow to happen.

Thus, the Alliance of the Big Six convened urgently and announced, in the name of the whole Mid Sector 101, that they would not allow the crimes and abuses of the Curses Behemothʼs army to continue unchecked. They demanded an immediate halt - before they were forced to intervene directly.

But months passed... and nothing at all changed.

The Cursed Behemoth forces showed no sign of slowing down.

Their methodical expansion continued a slow, merciless creep forward - clearly aiming to replicate what they had done to Hedrick, stripping the Millennial Empire of every planet as if erasing it from existence.

With the situation becoming desperate, at the beginning of Year 33, the Big Six coordinated in complete secrecy and then moved as one.

Twelve massive armadas departed, their combined fleet count exceeding three thousand, accompanied personally by the six planetary emperors - each one a powerhouse in the Law Domination Realm.

The sheer movement of this colossal army shook the entire sector. Entire star fields trembled at their passage. Civilizations entered lockdown. Trade routes froze. Every eye turned toward the gathering storm.

Soon, the allied armadas formed a perfect siege around the thousand invading fleets, encircling them from every side, leaving no path of escape.

The eight-star Royal Soul Master immediately halted all military operations, then sent a furious message directly to Kaylis herself - a message dripping with barely restrained wrath. He warned that if her allies did not withdraw at once, he would consider this a formal declaration of war from the Galaxy of Bright against the Curses Behemoth... and that such a war would not end peacefully for anyone. sons and

That very same day, several envoys from Bright Galaxy arrived grandsons of Kaylis, emissaries of high authority - each carrying firm orders for the Alliance of the Big Six to retreat immediately and avoid escalating the conflict.

They even promised, with solemn vows, that their galaxy would personally intervene, negotiate, and bring an end to the war raging against the Millennial Empire claiming that the conflict was nothing more than a massive misunderstanding that had spiraled out of control!

The six Emperors treated the envoys with visible disgust and cold disdain, yet they neither expelled them nor openly insulted them. Instead, they left behind a single thin thread of possibility... They refused the complete and unconditional withdrawal that had been demanded of them, but at the same time they opened a safe corridor for the forces of the Behemoth of Curses to depart without confrontation.

Even with their overwhelming numerical superiority, no one in their right mind wished to provoke the Behemoth of Curses - one of the richest, most vicious, and most spiteful Behemoths in the entire universe, a being who never forgets a slight, no matter how insignificant, and who repays every insult with savage interest.

Yet Sharmir did not budge from where he stood. Instead, he sent another message to Kaylis, repeating his earlier threat with even greater intensity. He declared that he had come under direct orders to help purify and stabilize the sector, but the rampant crime and chaos spreading everywhere had made the mission nearly impossible. And if the great powers did not all return immediately, he warned, their refusal would be taken as a formal declaration of war.

And then this time something unprecedented occurred...

The Bright Galaxy suddenly mobilized two thousand fleets, an astonishing force led by five commanders of Law Domination Realm of power. They advanced toward the conflict point with deliberate precision, aiming their massive cannons directly at the forces of the Six Great Ones from behind, issuing a clear and unmistakable threat: if the six did not withdraw at once, the Bright Galaxy would unleash a devastating barrage.

Moments later, the commander of the Bright Galaxy armada stepped forward, noticing the confusion, shock, and growing fear spreading across the faces of the six millennial emperors. He announced firmly that the wisest path was one of peace and negotiation, that barbaric escalation would only bring ruin upon every side. He emphasized that if the Six withdrew peacefully, the Bright Galaxy would exert its full influence to halt the war before it ignited.

At that same moment, the remaining thousand fleets stationed at the First Military Base began to move as well.

They left behind only two hundred fleets to guard the location, while the rest traveled swiftly to encircle the Six Great Ones from a second direction. Their weapons were charged, aimed, and ready, and they brought with them four additional Dominators prepared to engage in all-out battle if required. What had begun as three thousand against one thousand at the onset of the siege shifted dramatically into three thousand against four thousand, and the battlefield reversed entirely - now it was the Six Great Ones who found themselves trapped and fully surrounded.

The six Planetary Emperors could do nothing but blame their own hesitation. They had lacked the courage to give the order to fire the first shot... and so, with no other choice left, they ordered a retreat.

A potential battlefield that had gathered seven thousand two hundred fleets formed a scene unlike anything the universe had witnessed in ages - a moment so tense that entire star systems watched with trembling hearts. Yet not a single shot was fired.

The situation was eerie in a deeply unsettling way. No one understood what was truly happening how thousand-year empires could mobilize without their galaxyʼs approval, how the galaxy itself could step forward to fight in front of its own sector on behalf of complete outsiders, or what exact scheme the Behemoth of Curses was trying to orchestrate.

Still, a quiet storm of anger grew everywhere. A silent, simmering fury directed especially toward the Bright Galaxy. Anger from distant observers who had nothing to do with the conflict yet instinctively felt that something profoundly wrong was unfolding.

Across the nearby sectors, people looked upon the Big Six with contempt mixed with pity and crushing disappointment as they retreated in such humiliating fashion. And the remaining powers within the sector gazed at them with helplessness and fading hope...

If that mighty alliance was unable to fire even a single shot, then who could possibly stand against what was coming?

But then- during the Big Sixʼs withdrawal - another piece of news erupted, shaking the universe to its core once more.

Lord Hedrick seized the moment when every major force was distracted and launched a sudden, perfectly timed attack on the two military bases simultaneously.

In that astonishing assault, Hedrick obliterated every structure, every installation, and every array spread across hundreds of planets - constructions that had cost billions of Pearls to build. He annihilated the two hundred fleets that had been left behind to guard them.

And beyond all of that, he personally killed the seven-star Royal Soul Master, the one in charge of the defense.