Lord of the Truth

Chapter 972: Empty Hope



An hour ago-- Planet Nihari-- City of Hope

The City of Hope was built on a huge area at the depth of the Desert of Death to be the capital of all *inferior beings* and was soon filled with refugees who coveted the promised paradise, a place that provided safety from the tyranny of the Nihari Giants and provided them the means to strengthen themselves, within a few years the city's population reached more than ten million, which forced them to establish several other cities.

However, the inferior intelligent creatures continued to flow to the City of Hope, a wave after wave, as it is the first home of the third heaven chosen and the focus of the new world that he aspires to, so the city was expanded several times until it became a small country in its own right.

The large number of citizens made the city never sleep, and the large number of races ensured that the city never had a dull minute, always noisy, always peaceful, and always full of life, its name as the City of Hope undoubtedly suited it... But good times do not last.

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Sitting on the seat of the Nihari Union Sect leader, Pythor continued to observe the quiet atmosphere from the balcony. There was no sound of market vendors, no sounds of children laughing, nothing. The city was completely deserted.

Since the battle for the safe city began, the elders who became enraged at Jabba's decisions began to incite their races to leave, feeling that a calamity would soon befall them, and Jabba did not stop anyone who wanted to leave.

After the first wave of migration out of the city began, followed by the second and the third, throughout the war and until Pythor's arrival about a week ago, only a few hundred thousand people remained in the city, they were the onse who believed that the city of hope would one day return to its glory.

But even these left after the actions of the Imperial Guards of rape, murder, and destruction, even the Imperial Guards who did not care about such childish things would find a random house and enter it to eat and drink and sleep on the beds, completely ignoring the terrified owners of the house.

So when the residents objected to what the Imperial Guards were doing and asked the sect leader to intervene, he told them that he had no power and that whoever wanted to leave could leave, opening the doors wide open, so they all left and hope was finally extinguished.

"Oh, how boring~" One of the imperial heads next to Pythor raised his head to the ceiling and sighed, "Your Majesty, everything is going so smoothly that I feel like it's not even a war anymore, can't we just go back to the war against the Gassan Empire? Things are getting quite exciting there lately."

Pythor slightly furrowed his brows, his expression showing that he wasn't very happy, "Have we completely taken over Planet Nihari yet?"

"Nah~ Now we have the entire eastern and central regions, while Lacrosse and the rest of the useless local army are taking control of the western region and have destroyed the space portal there." That Imperial Guard, the Seventh Son, spoke calmly, "As for the northern region, it has already collapsed after the rest of the Imperial Guards arrived to help Serpal and Xanox. All the northern giant tribes have been completely destroyed, their cities have fallen and they have spread like stray dogs all over the northern region and are now being hunted down. It can be said that the northern region is now ours as well."

"And the southern region?" Pythor asked without turning around.

"Things have gotten a little complicated there. What the local Jabba said happened. The True Beginning Empire followed the Turtle's plan, gathered hundreds of millions of refugees near the portal, and also sent 100,000 demons to lead the refugees if an attack occurred. A face-to- face conversation with them is no longer an option."

"I know that, what's new? Hasn't the True Beginning Empire made any new moves in the past few days?" Pythor's face grew increasingly annoyed.

"Nothing at all." The Seventh Prince shook his head, "If you want, we can use one of the remaining cubes to wipe them all out. I honestly don't know why we're overlooking them until now."

"We'll wait a little longer..." Pythor replied firmly, "As long as I leave this outlet to Robin Burton, he'll still have hope of returning. He knows that we're in the midst of taking control of Nihari, yet he's still trying to defend the southern region's portal. Why? He must be thinking of something. I want to see what he's thinking."

"You want a reaction from him?" The Seventh Prince raised one eyebrow

"Of course, we haven't dealt him any major damage yet, the cubes have killed a large portion of the demon army but there's still a portion left, and we haven't seen his golden human army that we've heard about nor have we seen those giants called warlords. I'll keep Nahari but my arch-enemy keeps his entire force, how can I have any peace then?" Pythor clenched his fists tightly, this was the reason for his annoyance, Robin Burton's silence as he watched the planet being systematically subjugated was very strange, what was he waiting for?

After a moment of silence, Pythor nodded and continued, "...The support forces will arrive from the Poison Rock Planet in less than a week, if they come before Robin Burton makes his move then we'll destroy the southern portal and end this story, then we'll go to his three planets to put an end to him, and after we're done with him you can return to serving the Overlord as you please."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Seventh Prince shrugged, "Honestly, I think you're looking in the wrong direction, but as you wish." If he had to wait another week, that would be fine.

The support coming from the Poison Rock consisted of 600 Martial Emperors and nearly 500,000 Secondary Corrosion Law users. If they were added to their current forces, they would have nearly 2,300 Martial Emperors and over a million minor Corrosion Law users. The war on Planet Nihari was decided, the question was what his father wanted to do next. "What do you mean by looking in the wrong direction?" Pythor finally turned to his side.

"I mean why are you waiting for something to happen from the south when you literally have a time bomb right under your nose." The Seventh Prince pointed towards the space portal in the open square in front of them, "This portal was used by the True Beginning Empire and of course they know its coordinates, don't you think they can use it to attack us since our entire army including most of the Imperial Guards are in the north or west?"

"Hehe" Pythor looked back at him with a rare laugh, his Seventh Son is one of his smartest children and that's why he keeps him with him whenever the opportunity arises, "Since you think they can attack us from here, why don't you run away? Why are you sitting next to me so comfortably?"

"Because I can simply run away, I may not be able to win but they won't catch me!" The Seventh Prince waved, he had a long experience in mid-belt battles, and it wouldn't be the first time he ran for his life.

Also, his father's strength is so overwhelming that he has never used his planetary gift in his life, who could possibly catch him? Only an entire army of elites could do that! By the time that army exited the portal, they would have left!

"You see the problem, and you think that the Truth Truth, Robin Burton, the person who built a planetary empire of this scale in half a century, wouldn't see it?" Pythor laughed, "He could of course attack the city using that portal, but we could also leave, then he would gain nothing except this empty city, and we would come back to trap him inside it later, in fact I would feel sorry for him if he tried that move, I would feel for myself even more that I overestimated

him."

He then continued after a short silence, "...The only way Robin Burton could use this portal to attack us is to first find a way to prevent me from leaving like he suddenly besieged the city without me noticing in some way, or a way to make me want to stay and see his army coming out and do nothing about it, as I can destroying the portal with ease with the slightest sense of danger, but I don't see that being possible under any circumstances."

*Pam*

Jabba entered the room, grabbing a person dressed as a shadow sword by the throat, "There might be bad news, a very bad one."