Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1955 surrender!

”Isnʼt he located in the Savege Behemoth Galaxy, in Mid Sector 105?”

The man in the yellow robe raised one sharp eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and calculation. ”He was sent there almost immediately after compressing his first star. On the surface, it seems he was stationed for his own protection, since he is currently the largest source of profit for your faction. but... is it really?”

He paused for a moment, scanning the area around him, as if weighing every possibility with precision. ”What was his name again... Lyusander, yes, thatʼs right.” He chuckled softly, almost mockingly. ”Havenʼt you ever asked yourselves why he never delivered to you the enormous quantities of Pearls you dreamed of, the ones you coveted for so long? The reason is simple-he has been working like a wild, untamed dog for the Savage Behemoth Galaxy, supplying them with massive amounts of borrowings without getting a single reward, in exchange for the protection they granted him.”

”...?!?!!?!?!?!?!”

”We requested politely, and he was handed over to us just a short while ago. The moment we took custody of him, the assault here commenced immediately,” he continued, nodding subtly, as if confirming a well-planned strategy. ”And honestly... that alone was worth a fortune. Dealing with Behemoths is draining work-you understand, donʼt you?”

”N-no...”

The royal uncleʼs heart seemed to stop entirely. His entire body froze as his eyes trembled uncontrollably, the long reel of his life flashing vividly before him like a distorted mirror.

”Yes!”

The man in the yellow robe smiled widely, a grim, satisfied smile. ”Now, go after your nephew. His soul hasnʼt gone too far yet.”

He extended his hand deliberately-and clenched it with precision.

Ba-

The royal uncleʼs heart and main artery inside his chest exploded violently. Instantly, all life drained from his eyes, leaving them empty and hollow. His body collapsed downward again, burning with an inner heat as it fell toward the atmosphere of the planet where he had been born, the world that had raised him.

”Hmmm...”

The man in the yellow robe cast another careful glance with his spiritual sense at the unfolding chaos. The planetary emperor had been killed. Elenor was now completely surrounded by thirty Nexus States, each one a masterful fighter in its own right. Before long, an entire Note-4-class armada would descend, enveloping the planet entirely, leaving no possible escape for anyone.

He gave a slight nod, satisfied with the outcome, then pivoted smoothly. ”My part here is finished.”

With a simple, almost casual motion, he shattered the space before him, bending the void, and leapt seamlessly into the dark expanse beyond.

Moments later-

Rumble Distortion

The very space around the planet began to distort violently, quivering and warping even though no attacks were being launched against it. It was a clear, unmistakable sign: something massive, something imminent, was about to

occur.

In the next instant- Vrrrooom

Several Fourth-Generation Supremacy Note vessels slowly emerged from the planetary horizon, their hulls slicing through space like leviathans breaking through a dark, turbulent sea. Almost immediately, hundreds of Fourth-Generation Destruction Note warships appeared in succession, each one massive, black, and gleaming with weaponized energy, forming an overwhelming orbital armada.

Within seconds, the planet was entirely encircled from all directions, as if it had suddenly gained a system of new moons, each vessel orbiting with calculated precision.

But those ”moons” were never meant to remain in orbit-they were harbingers of destruction.

”Advance immediately. Destroy all hostile forces and neutralize their weapons- but under no circumstances are you to damage critical infrastructures, cities, or planetary installations. Understood? Do not harm the planet!”

A deep, commanding male voice thundered through the broadcast network of every spacecraft. The words resonated across space, heavy with authority. It was the unmistakable voice of Caesar, resonating like the roar of a warlord. ”Today,” he continued, his tone filled with pride and undeniable power, ”we declare ourselves as the Doubled Centennial Empire!”

Booooom!

The entire fleet descended independently, each vessel moving with calculated precision, as though the heavens themselves had obeyed a single command. The main cannons of the massive Fourth-Generation Supremacy Note spaceships remained eerily still, silent and ominous, yet the side cannons slid outward, their barrels gleaming and locking into firing position, ready to intercept any threat daring to approach.

Ksshhh-The side hatches of the Fourth-Generation Supremacy Note vessels snapped open, releasing a flurry of mechanized energy. Simultaneously, Vroooom, the Flood Note Generation four fighters surged forth in immense numbers, swarming like a hyper-organized cloud of bees protecting a sacred hive. They dived toward the battlefield with terrifying precision, targeting the scattered fleets and armies currently engaged with the Nexus States, leaving destruction in every strike.

The scene was apocalyptic. Twenty Fourth-Generation Supremacy Note vessels, each the size of a sprawling city, glided forward with commanding force. Two hundred Destruction Note ships, each the size of a massive mother ship, rumbled across the skies. And nearly 10,000 Flood Note fighters descended in unbroken, flowing formations, like a relentless waterfall of steel and fire, intent on obliterating anything and anyone in their path.

It was breathtaking, terrifying, and awe-inspiring all at once. To the casual observer, the arrival of a Note Armada always signaled the end of the world itself-but in truth, it heralded the end of this war.

”My... God...”

”Itʼs a Fourth-Generation Note armada!”

”Take cover!”

”I surrender!!”

Inside the command deck of one of the Fourth-Generation Supremacy Note vessels, Caesar remained calm, his eyes scanning the multiple screens showing every inch of the planet below. He observed the chaotic war, the devastation, the armies engaging a fully prepared Doubled Centennial Empire force-an army that had remained untested in battle for centuries.

”Take me there,” Caesar ordered, his voice cold and unwavering, completely disregarding the hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of lives at stake. His only focus was the battle unfolding above the ruins of the imperial palace.

”... Is it wise to approach a fight of this scale, Marshal?”

The fleet commander had already begun maneuvering toward the palace but still voiced his concern. ”Lady Rinara would never allow interference in her battle, especially at this level.”

”I know,” Caesar replied, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. ”...I only want to observe... to see if she truly possesses the courage required.”

He recalled, vividly, that it is a rare and frightening thing to kill a member of your own bloodline, even when provoked. His mind wandered to the horrifying day when his adoptive father massacred the remaining Burton family in Jura city, commanding the Demons to devour them before his very eyes. ”...Such unyielding resolve, such cold and fearless determination-it belongs only to the truly great. And... honestly, I doubt Rinara will have the power to achieve it.”

Slash!

The tri-pronged spear cut through the upper chest of Elenor with surgical precision, sending sprays of crimson blood flying in every direction. ”Ughh!!” Alinor cried out, pushing herself backward, her body straining with

every ounce of strength. With a desperate motion, she hurled her orange star at her sister. Baaaaam!

The blast struck with explosive force. The heat surged, but Rinara, unflinching, gathered her nine tails before her, their tips almost touching and forming an unbreakable, shimmering barrier. The stars glittered and spun along the edges of her tails, creating a nearly solid wall of celestial light and energy. The explosion incinerated the ground and everything upon it, but Rinara remained untouched, stepping forward with unyielding confidence.

With a subtle woosh of her tails, the smoke and debris vanished as if swept

aside by an invisible wind. Rinara continued her march forward, each step echoing like the approach of a legendary hero.

”Come on. Show me what youʼve got,” Rinara commanded, her voice sharp and

chilling. ”Show me how The Filth which youʼve followed all these years, have benefited you.”

”Huff... huff...” Elenor staggered backward, breathing heavily, retreating inch by

inch.

Her eight fully-grown tails, along with the smaller ninth, were locked in a defensive formation. She had expended nearly all of her energy, leaving her unable to produce even a single star.

At her peak, Elenor could manipulate five stars simultaneously. Now... not one

could form.

Her body was soaked in blood. Every strike from Rinaraʼs tri-pronged spear had

cut through armor and flesh alike, leaving trails of devastation across her form.

Yet, despite the precision and intensity of the attacks, Rinara never struck a vital point-always keeping the fight merciless but not lethal. ”Huff...” Finally, Elenor stopped. She dropped her defensive stance, letting her tails fall loosely behind her. She raised her head, her eyes wide and filled with pain and exhaustion, locking onto Rinaraʼs gaze: ”Alright... I surrender,”