Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1851 Opening the gates of hell

Ba-doom

The young generalʼs heart pounded violently, thudding against his chest like a war drum, as he watched the orange vessel erupt into a blazing explosion, tearing into countless fragments that scattered across the void of space.

The fiery debris spun and glowed against the darkness, each piece a reminder of the irreversible act he had just committed. He knew, without a shadow of doubt, that he had likely triggered a full-scale catastrophe, done something utterly unforgivable... yet, if time could rewind, he would do it again, without hesitation, even if it meant his own neck would be the price to pay. ”Prepare to fire again to erase any traces!!” the young general bellowed, his voice slicing through the tense atmosphere like a blade. ”And warn everyone- there may be someone among them within the range of a high-level Cataclysm

Zoooo

Before the general could even finish his words, a blinding purple beam shot out from the thick smoke and flaming wreckage of the exploded vessel. It tore through space in a perfect, unwavering line, striking one of the Flood-note battleships with pinpoint accuracy.

Boom! The target detonated instantly, a towering pillar of fire erupting into the void, scattering shards of metal and energy. ”Form the Oyster defense formation!!” The young general did not falter for a single heartbeat; his command was instant, precise, and resolute.

Woosh Woosh

The remaining ten ships-the Destruction Note accompanied by nine Flood Note warships-reacted with lightning speed. They retreated and activated shimmering blue energy shields that enveloped every inch of their hulls, leaving only the cannon barrels exposed. The shields pulsed with radiant energy, a perfect balance of defense and maneuverability, allowing them to move freely and strike at any moment.

The young generalʼs hand moved to the control panel, fingers pressing a large, glowing red button. He shouted with urgency and authority, {”Distress! Distress! We are facing intruders! We are confronting either a World Cataclysm or a Nexus State! Immediate support is required-repeat, immediate support!”} Having done everything within his power, he lowered his hand and returned his focus to the massive front windows, streaked with sweat and grime. Neither he nor those accompanying him dared to make a single unnecessary sound. The tension in the room was palpable, a suffocating weight pressing down on every soul present.

Silence.

Wooosh

Suddenly, the thick smoke and scattered debris dissipated, vanishing as if an unseen hand had swept them away, leaving the void eerily calm and clear.

Finally, the young general could see everything clearly. He took a step backward, eyes widening in shock, mouth slightly agape, and whispered, ”Oh no...”

Before him stood a figure with skin of deep purple and dark, short horns protruding subtly from his head. His gaze burned with furious disbelief, a mixture of anger and incredulity, as if mocking the very notion that the explosion could affect him.

The detonation had left him completely unharmed-not even a shred of clothing was singed. He merely stood there, seemingly stunned yet utterly unscathed, radiating an overwhelming aura of power.

But the generalʼs terror deepened, for this was not the worst revelation.

Surrounding this purple-skinned figure were nearly twenty others, cach moving freely without the protection of shields. In the cold, empty expanse of space, movement like this meant only one thing... all of them were at least World Cataclysms, immense beings of unimaginable power!

If there was a single sliver of good news in this horrifying scene, it was that among the twenty, six were visibly struggling-missing limbs, clutching hearts or heads, screaming in agony. They were alive but teetering on the edge of death; these six no longer posed any threat.

Yet... fourteen others remained, each radiating power that could obliterate entire fleets. ”Are...” The purple-skinned figure slowly raised a hand, then clenched it into a fist, his voice echoing with rage across the void. He shouted toward the Destruction Note, ”.. Are you seriously joking with me, for hellʼs sake? Didnʼt I tell you who we are? Are you so pitiful that even the Shadow Swords didnʼt tell about us?!” ”.....” The young generalʼs eyes darted to the east and west, scanning every angle, every shadow. He let out a heavy sigh, pressing a key in front of him with trembling fingers, and spoke in a voice that tried to maintain composure: ”We have no knowledge of your identity, gentlemen. Please, retreat until we receive orders from higher command. A low-ranking officer like myself cannot bear the responsibility of allowing you to pass. We... we mean no disrespect, but the consequences of engaging you directly are far beyond our authority.” Every word trembled slightly with tension, the vast emptiness of space amplifying the gravity of the moment. The young general felt the weight of impending doom pressing upon him-knowing that any wrong move, any hesitation, could lead to total annihilation.

His vessel the fourth-generation Destruction Note- was technically a formidable war machine, yet it carried no large internal army that he could rely on to feed the main cannons. In truth, their usual patrols almost never brought them into contact with pirates, nor with commercial convoys, nor even with deep-range exploration ships. And since they rarely had to fire their Law Cannons, there was no practical need to station a full squad of soldiers inside. Why waste valuable troops on patrol duty when those very soldiers could be deployed on the expansion front lines instead?

Only the Supremacy Note Gen-4 vessels carried extensive teams within them, specially assigned to respond to colossal threats.

He had to stall... he had to buy every second possible until reinforcements arrived!! ”A small officer who cannot shoulder responsibility?” The purple-skinned man nodded with sharp, mocking emphasis. ”No-what I see before me is a small officer who simply does not wish to continue living!”

Then, with a swift, contemptuous motion, he raised his hand. A twisted purple beam erupted-Zoooo-surrounded by distorted rings of energy that spiraled around it like maddened halos, firing straight toward the Destruction Note support ship.

It was the very same beam that had effortlessly torn apart the Flood Note moments earlier.

WOOOOOOSH

But this time, reality shifted.

The beam hammered into the blue oyster-shaped energy shield, sending ripples racing across its surface-then shattered into twenty fragmented beams that scattered wildly above and below the vessel, streaking through space like violet comets.

Only one of the twenty found a path through the shifting layers of defense, smashing into the hull with a thunderous BAAAAAAM, hurling the Destruction Note backward tens of meters under the sheer force of impact...

And yet, that was all.

The shield absorbed the worst of it.

The ship remained intact-unbroken, unmoved in purpose. ”What?!”

The purple-skinned manʼs expression twisted, fangs grinding audibly as he glared at the unscathed vessel. He jabbed a finger forward. ”Destroy them! Destroy every last one!”

Then, an instant later, he reconsidered and barked a second command, ”-But leave one of the small ships intact. Weʼll need it for movement!” ”Yes, boss!” ”Tsk, youʼve sealed your own fate!” ”Get over here!!”

The other thirteen individuals wiped the blood from their noses and the corners of their mouths, snarling with fury before launching themselves toward the nearest ship like meteors streaking across the void. ”Scatter-Raging Ant Formation!!”

The young general slammed a glowing command rune with all his strength, shouting with the intensity of someone teetering between survival and annihilation.

WOOSH WOOSH

The nine Flood Note vessels deactivated their oyster shields and burst outward in explosive speed, darting into chaotic, unpredictable trajectories. Each vessel deliberately dragged behind it one-or even two-World Cataclysms, pulling them across the battlefield like enraged predators chasing nimble prey.

The ships didnʼt flee far; once they reached their movement boundary, they looped around sharply, weaving through tight, high-precision maneuvers at blistering speeds.

They moved like a swarm of enraged ants, their nest violently disturbed- darting, twisting, colliding with near misses that looked suicidal yet perfectly controlled.

This forced the thirteen World Cataclysms into disarray. Attacking any single vessel became a puzzle of frustration-every time they locked onto a target, another vessel swept past their vision, dragging their attention away.

The battlefield warped into a chaotic dance of motion and misdirection.

The purple-skinned man observed the spectacle with a long, tense stare, then slowly nodded, a bitter smile tugging the corner of his mouth. ”...Iʼve heard countless stories about the Note Family war vessels. This is the first time Iʼve seen them unleashed in real combat. And never-never-did I imagine they would be used against me, a representative of the Syndicate.”

He turned his blazing gaze back toward the Destruction Note. His eyes crackled with violent arcs of energy, hands wrapped in unstable, pulsating purple light-far stronger and denser than the attack he had fired earlier. ”I never imagined... that such monumental fools still existed anywhere in this universe.”

He tilted his head upward, voice lowering into a chilling growl. ”But very well... whether you act out of true ignorance or out of deliberate spite, either way this falls upon the Shadow Swords. Today, we will teach you who the Syndicate truly is.”

His voice rose with thunderous fury. ”And then-we will take the lives of several billion beings living around those goddamn three stars as payment for the injuries inflicted upon my team!” BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM The massive Destruction Note shot all its cannon.