Lord of the Truth

From his vantage point, Marshal Lacros smirked, his breath heavy but victorious. ”Hey, you good over there? I stopped him for now—take a breather!” he called out to his comrade, his tone laced with a false sense of ease.

Yet, Marshal Xanox didnʼt pause. He didnʼt look back. His feet pounded against the ground with relentless urgency, Shaaa, Shaaa, as if the grim reaper himself were nipping at his heels. He knew all too well that this temporary reprieve wouldnʼt last. Richard wasnʼt someone who stayed down for long. Every second he gained was borrowed time, and he intended to use every bit of it to stay ahead.

Rumble

Indeed, the debris of the fallen tower began to tremble, and then—BAAAM!—each piece flew off in a different direction like meteors, revealing Richard beneath it. He glared at Marshal Lacros with seething anger. ”You again... Time and time again, you meddle where you donʼt belong. Do you really want to go before your brother?”

Twitch Twitch The veins across Richardʼs arms and legs began to pulse erratically, and even his neck twitched involuntarily. More than an hour had passed since the battle began, and throughout, he hadnʼt stopped using the power of the Flame of Life for even a second —forcing his body to consume energy it was never meant to handle.

”Haha, and who can make me go? Come and get me if you can!” Lacros stepped back, clearly unwilling to engage in a direct fight.

The first few times he had tried fighting Richard head-on to ease the pressure on Xanox and give him a chance to find a better hiding spot, Lacros had been utterly beaten, tossed left and right. His wrist was still broken, along with several ribs, and a few teeth had been knocked out in those split-second exchanges.

Let people mock his pathetic appearance after the war all they wanted. He didnʼt care. Today, if he didnʼt stand in Richardʼs way, he might as well have run in the opposite direction of Xanox!

As for the purple mist and the secondary corrosion law? Both he and Xanox had stopped using it after the first thirty minutes of combat. That green flame burned through it like it was nothing!

”...It seems I wonʼt be able to catch the other runaway with you jumping in my way every time. You know what? Why donʼt I just focus on you first? Iʼd love to see if your friend will come to help you.” Richard sneered with irritation and began moving slowly toward Lacros.

Clatter Clatter

”Hmm?” Richard raised his head slightly. The atmosphere around him shifted abruptly. The overall pressure and sense of danger intensified to an alarming degree. As he glanced around, his furrowed brows relaxed, and his eyes widened in shock.

”Oh no...”

The wall had been breached, and the army of the Great Serpent Empire was flooding in, destroying everything in their path.

Above, General Sakaar had gone berserk, initiating a massive slaughter that he himself might become a victim of. A squad of soul creatures under his father had rushed to engage the invading army. His father, meanwhile, had begun his confrontation with Pythor, and the ground beneath them trembled violently from the clash.

And finally, out of the corner of his eye, Richard spotted his brother, Caesar, struggling to fly toward Sakaar. His face was pale, covered in wounds, and he looked as though he would be killed the moment he reached the battle above.

The world has gone mad in a matter of a second!!