Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1978 Blessing Domain

Doom da da doom

The war drums began to thunder relentlessly across the land, shaking the very ground beneath them. Vehicles stationed on the terrain roared to life and started to lift off, engines screaming, metal groaning under the sudden rush. Meanwhile, those remaining World Cataclysms and Nexus States emerged en masse, climbing out from inside the armored vehicles and tearing through tunnels from beneath the earth, their auras flickering like dangerous, volatile storms.

Even so, despite their sheer presence, their numbers and the intensity of their auras were strikingly weaker, a clear and undeniable contrast to the forces arriving alongside Guardian Silas! The disparity was impossible to ignore; it hung in the air like a tangible weight.

”This... this is impossible!!” Aro stumbled back several steps, each footfall trembling with disbelief. ”You... you still command all these followers? And all this planetary-grade armament? How is this even possible?!” His voice cracked, betraying the horror creeping into his mind.

”Haha... hahahaha!!” The Guardianʼs laughter echoed like rolling thunder, sharp and unnerving. ”Even if the lion is starving, it remains stronger than a dog.” His hands rose slowly, deliberately, as if the world itself were pausing to watch. ”Now open your dogʼs eyes... and look at the depth, the very roots, the unbroken foundation of a planetary empire that has endured, unshaken, for millions of years.”

Slash

One of the World Cataclysms from the Silas family merely swung the enormous great halberd in his hand-a motion so slight it seemed almost casual, as if brushing away a few drops of water from its blade. Yet the orange horizon behind him seemed to pulse in response, as though the sky itself was bending to his will. The Cataclysmʼs eyes flared brightly, his aura igniting into a blazing inferno of raw power.

Then-

Baaam A massive arc of scorching orange energy shot downward like molten lightning, scorching the air in its wake. Three Flood Note-4-class ships, caught in its path, erupted midair in a spectacular explosion, debris raining down as flames licked the sky.

”This...” Aroʼs lips trembled violently, his voice barely more than a whisper now. ”Is... is this what they call... a Heavenly Law Blessing Domain?!” His heart pounded in his chest, his hands shaking uncontrollably as dread sank deep into his bones.

”So... youʼve finally begun to grasp your true predicament, you insignificant, trivial bull?” Silasʼs eyes burned like molten gold. ”What do you think of the Solar Burning Blessing Domain?”

A Heavenly Law Blessing Domain is no ordinary ability. It is a rare, extraordinary power reserved for those who have reached a dominant realm within a specific Heavenly Law. Within its confines, they can create a controlled, defined space where anyone wielding that law to its utmost mastery is elevated to become a true, unstoppable monster.

The Blessing Domain does not artificially raise their level, nor does it seize control of their minds. Instead, it alters the very dynamics of the battlefield. A warrior who normally possesses only 80% affinity to their law finds it amplified, nearly touching 100% within the domainʼs influence!

This translates to devastatingly stronger attacks with drastically reduced energy expenditure. It allows the execution of techniques previously beyond reach, unleashing them with fluidity, precision, and intensity never before imagined. Every individual under the domainʼs sway becomes a master, a relentless force of destruction, a true monster in both skill and power.

And since every single combatant present had trained in the secondary Solar Burning Law, whether directly or indirectly, all of them received this tremendous surge of enhancement simultaneously.

This meant... even if one disregarded numerical superiority, even if Aro had hoped qualitative advantages might turn the tide, everything had decisively tipped in the enemyʼs favor, overwhelmingly so. The balance of power had shifted like a collapsing star.

”No...” Aroʼs voice broke as he shook violently, fury and desperation blending into a single, frantic emotion. He spun around, his eyes darting wildly toward the Wing Lords above, pointing upward like a man possessed. ”W-what... what are you doing up there?! K-kill them! Now! Destroy them all!”

”Tsk~” Wing Lord Ranther cast a long, contemptuous glare at Aro, his face twisted with disgust, before shifting his gaze toward Silas. ”Guardian, the war is far from over, and you still have the chance to impose terms of surrender. There is no need yet for bloodshed between us. We havenʼt reached a point where one of us must die yet.”

”Trying to play the role of the wise man now, Ranther?” The Guardianʼs gaze sharpened as he pointed toward Aro, his voice laced with fury. ”Why didnʼt you stop this coward while he was committing all those merciless massacres against my followers?!” He slammed his hand forward, the air vibrating with force. ”No... today, no one leaves here alive. Neither him... nor any of you!”

”Attack!!”

The Nexus States and World Cataclysms surrounding Silas surged downward with the speed of lightning, descending like a storm ready to tear the earth apart. Their descent was precise, terrifying in its intensity. All of them aimed straight for the Destruction Note and Supremacy Note crafts, determined to eliminate them before the battle could even begin in earnest!

”Do not let them do whatever they please!” Ranther shouted, drawing two gleaming weapons: one a curved, crescent-shaped blade, the other a wide, brutal planetary sword. ”We may have lost the initiative, but we will never, ever have another chance like this to gather all our enemies in one place!” His voice rang with authority and desperation, echoing across the battlefield.

”Damn it!” Howard, Wing Lord of the Abyssal jellyfish, roared in frustration, his muscles coiling with tension as he surged upward. He positioned himself to defend the nearby vehicles, bracing for the inevitable assault.

Then whoosh whoosh-every Wing Lord and their aides darted upward with precision, intercepting incoming attacks before they could reach their targets. Their movements were lightning-fast, coordinated with uncanny

synchronization.

Booooooom

Boom Boom Boom

”Hmm?” Silas furrowed his brow, watching the unfolding chaos with interest. Unlike his expectations, the battle was far from one-sided. The followers of the Double-Centennial Grave Empire were not swept aside by the first wave of attacks as he had predicted. He narrowed his eyes, his focus intensifying, studying the battlefield with meticulous scrutiny.

Bam Boom

”Those weapons... and the armor?” Silas murmured under his breath, astonishment creeping into his tone. Each expert of the Double-Centennial Grave Empire carried at least two planetary-grade weapons in their hands- one in each-but many also bore a third, even a fourth, strapped securely to their bodies for reinforcement or defense!

”This...” Silas tried to absorb the shocking truth of the situation. He had personally brought every remaining planetary weapon from his armories and distributed them among his most trusted followers, believing he held the clear advantage in qualitative firepower for this epic confrontation. Yet now, he saw that every single follower of the Grave Empire carried three or four pieces themselves. How was this possible?!

And to make matters worse, some of the weapons seemed familiar... they were the very planetary-grade arms stolen from them during the long course of the war, now wielded against them!

”Wait, that shield...” Silas narrowed his eyes even further, zooming in on the chestplate of the Wing Lady, Peacock of Exile. ”A Third-Class Era Turtle Chestplate? Shouldnʼt this belong to the Millennium Eternal Turtle Empire?” As he muttered this realization, memories of the Black Waspsʼ recent actions came rushing back. ”Damn it!!”

”Ahhh~” one of the Wing Lords screamed in agony as he faced a searing attack. His skin began to melt visibly under the assault, the air around him shimmering from the heat. He yelled downwards, his voice cracking, ”We need

reinforcements!!”

Despite enduring the first wave and preventing total devastation thanks to their superior weaponry, it was painfully clear-they were no match for the overwhelming power of their opponents if the battle continued on this

trajectory!

Rrrr

The remaining vehicles began to move under the protective canopy imposed from above, their engines roaring as they were lifted into position. Cannons and turrets started to flash and hum in readiness. Once the formations were complete, and half of the remaining armada entered the battle, the entire battlefield would shift dramatically-the tide of war about to flip entirely!

”Ha... hahahaha!!”

From below, amidst the chaos, flames, and deafening explosions, Aroʼs terrified laughter erupted, a chilling sound carried across the battlefield. ”It seems today will not go the way you want, Silas the dog!!” His voice trembled with both fear and exhilaration, a reflection of the utter chaos he had unleashed.