Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1130 1130: Meeting the marshal again

”Look at this! Look at this!” The newcomer eagerly switched to the next image, his excitement practically radiating off of him.

This time, the image displayed a colossal fiend, so massive that its towering figure seemed to pierce the sky itself, with its head nearly swallowed by the clouds. In the breathtaking scene, the behemoth had lifted its massive foot, preparing to stomp down upon an army of warriors, who appeared as insignificant as ants in comparison. From below, countless attacks surged upward like streaks of light, bombarding its thick hide—but despite the concentrated assault, they barely managed to reach the creatureʼs knee.

A wave of disbelief swept through the guards as they took in the sheer scale of the being in the image.

”Whoa! This… this monster… is actually fighting for our side?!” one of them exclaimed, struggling to process the scene before him.

”By the gods… is that… Amon, the Demon King?! I never believed the survivors when they talked about his transformation. I thought they were exaggerating! But now, looking at this…” The guard who had been trying to sleep earlier now looked as though he wouldnʼt be able to close his eyes for days. His jaw hung open as he scrutinized the image, his gaze flickering between admiration and sheer horror. Then, as if suddenly recalling something, he scratched his head, furrowing his brows. ”Wait a minute… where exactly did these images even come from?”

The question caused the excitement in the room to momentarily stall as the others pondered it.

”Havenʼt you heard of the Light Preservation Device?” One of the guards turned to him with an incredulous look, as if amazed at his ignorance. ”Itʼs one of the newest innovations from the Research and Development Team. The very first thing they developed after His Excellency handed them the Light Disc and granted them permission to study the principles of that path. Itʼs an incredible device— simply point it toward an event and BOOM!—it captures an image exactly like this one, as if it were a perfectly crafted instant painting!”

The explanation seemed to leave the skeptical guard even more baffled. ”Wait… youʼre telling me something like that actually exists?! And no one thought to mention it to me?!” His reaction was a mix of astonishment, excitement, and even a tinge of pride—as if the mere existence of such technology made their empireʼs brilliance undeniable.

”Of course, it exists! But the production cost is still incredibly high, so for now, theyʼre only crafting them for the Shadow Swords, specifically those assigned as scorekeepers. These guys roam the battlefield, capturing images to review later and ensuring merit points are awarded fairly. Who wouldʼve thought theyʼd end up immortalizing moments like these?” The newcomer beamed, flipping through the images with renewed enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a hesitant voice broke through the excited chatter.

”Um… excuse me,” came a weak voice from behind one of the locked doors. It was barely above a whisper, but in the sudden silence, it carried across the room. ”Could you, please, check if thereʼs an image of Pythor himself fighting? Iʼd like to know how he was… killed.”

A hush fell over the small gathering. For a moment, it seemed as if the guards might actually consider the request.

”Of course! There are plenty of images of Pythor against His Excellency—” One of the guards had already begun scrolling through the images when something clicked in his mind. His expression twisted instantly into one of irritation, and his head snapped toward the door.

”Hey! What business do you have with this, prisoner?! Get back to whatever you were doing!”

BAM!

Without warning, the guard slammed his armored fist against the small viewing window of the door, producing a thunderous noise. From the muffled thud on the other side, it was clear that the prisoner had been startled badly—perhaps even knocked off balance.

The guard grumbled before turning to his comrades, ”Come on, letʼs go outside and enjoy these in peace.”

The mention of watching the final battle without distraction reignited their excitement, and the other two immediately sprang to their feet.

”Haha! Letʼs go!” one of them cheered. ”If there really are images of His Excellencyʼs fight against the Tyrant… I donʼt think my heart will be able to take it!”