Lord of the Truth

Chapter 996: Epic ranked array

”!!”

The full and death of the Imperial Guard stopped everything for a moment, all eyes turned to Robin with awe and fear, trying to comprehend what that blade was and where it vanished to!

After they came storming the Sky Shield Dome with wrath intending to destroy everything in seconds before any other backup showed up, silence blanketed the battlefield. Even the soldiers of the True Beginning Empire, the Rune Masters, and the Divine Blacksmiths hiding in the shadows stood agape in shock.

Those short blades were lethal to an unimaginable degree. Not even the crushing force of a hammer nor the eroding power of a violet barrier had managed to stop one. Didnʼt this mean that every single blade could translate into a dead Imperial Guard? And there were still 24 blades hovering ominously around Robin.

Woooooh~

Despite their numbers approaching 130, all the Imperial Guards retreated a step back. No one wanted to be one of the 24 chosen to fall next!

Robin maintained his calm smile, his hands clasped behind his back. He didnʼt appear to be in any hurry. The recent attack wasnʼt anything new to him- it was the One-Blade Soul Technique that he himself had invented and later taught to Peon. Peon had once used this very technique to torment a Marshal during the latest Battle of Greenland!

The key difference between Robin and his son was control. Robin possessed an unparalleled mastery over his soul domain compared to anyone he knew. He could open it freely and no longer needed to rely on soul force only for scanning or use it to enhance other physical attacks. Instead, he could directly form soul constructs within his domain and summon them at will.

Twenty-five blades- each one crafted from 500 soul units- collectively consume 12,500 units of Robinʼs vast soul units reserve.

For comparison, 500 soul units were several times the total soul capacity of any one of those guards. Perhaps only the Marshal had a similar number. And that means...? Robin could kill any guard he chose with a single blade. As for the Marshal, the blade would only shake his soul domain and inflict excruciating pain. Perhaps three or four blades would be needed to ensure his death, the question is, is he worth four blades?

”You... youʼre a Soul Master?! How is it possible for a Soul Master to exist in such a young planetary domain?!”

The Marshal was visibly shaken. This combat style was never supposed to appear here.

”I donʼt know what are you talking about but Iʼll take it as a compliment, haha,” Robin replied, his tone had a touch of arrogance. He tilted his head back, laughing boisterously at the sky. ”Youʼve entangled yourselves in something far beyond your abilities! Did you truly think you could do as you please just because I stand alone? Fools! I alone am invincible” ”Damn it...” the Marshal muttered under his breath, unable to muster a proper retort. Any Soul Master had the right to make such claims. His only hope now was that Robinʼs knowledge of the Soul Path wasnʼt big enough and that he would tire himself soon.

If Robin were a fully realized Soul Master, disaster would descend upon them.

”I asked who was next, but no one answered. Whatʼs this? Do I have to choose myself?” Robin chuckled darkly. With a casual wave of his hand, ten blades shot out in different directions. ”Very well, then. Iʼll make the decision for you!”

”Damn it!” One of the Imperial Guards noticed a blade heading toward him. He dropped from the sky, mentally preparing to execute evasive maneuvers and find a way to counter the deadly weapon. ”Huh?”

But the blade didnʼt follow him. Instead, it veered toward another guard. When that guard dodged, the blade twisted again, targeting a third.

The ten blades werenʼt homing in on specific targets. Instead, they darted through the ranks of the Imperial Guards like rabid dogs, their chaotic flight paths spreading terror among the soldiers.

”Damn it! Our main mission isnʼt killing Robin Burton- itʼs the spatial portal! Destroy the portal!!” Marshal Snite barked as he dodged two blades aimed his way. He returned to attack the Dome of Skyʼs protective shield, unwilling to approach Robin while 14 blades still hovered protectively around him. He knew too well that the selfish Imperial Guards would never obey an order to attack him until all the blades were spent.

BOOOOOOM!

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Explosions echoed across the battlefield as the chaos unfolded further, the tension suffocating everyone present.

”Hmph!” Robin let out a mocking chuckle, his tone and gaze dripping with disdain. This turn of events was hardly surprising, if they canʼt kill him directly then they will find anything else to attack and claim a victory! But the Sky Shield Dome wasnʼt something that would crumble so easily!

Adopting an offensive stance, Robin raised his slender black spear high, both hands gripping it tightly as energy surged through him. In an instant, he vanished, his mastery of the Major Heavenly Law of Space leaving only a faint shimmer in the air. Pak!

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared directly before an unsuspecting Imperial Guard. ”What?!” the guard exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief as the shadow of Robinʼs spear loomed over him.

Robinʼs Fourth-stage Body Strengthening Divine Tattoo began to glow faintly, enveloping him in an aura of power that rivaled a low-level martial emperor. At the same time, his Pure Strength Divine Tattoo blazed brightly, unleashing an explosive burst of power, tripling his might. With unrelenting force, Robin brought the spear down like a divine hammer, its trajectory humming with precision.

Bunk!

BOOOOOOM!

The space black spear, not forged for this kind of brute force attacks, bent dramatically upon impact, its arc betraying its delicate composition. Yet, the damage was catastrophic.

”Blerrggh!!”

The guardʼs helmet buckled inward with a sickening crunch. His eyes bulged grotesquely, and blood erupted from every orifice-nose, mouth, and eyes. His body, lifeless yet propelled by the blow, shot downward like a meteor. Swoosh! He smashed into the Sky Shield Dome, the collision reverberating across the battlefield. Slowly, his mangled form slid along its shimmering surface before collapsing to the ground with a dull thud.

”Guh...agh...” The Imperial Guard wasnʼt dead yet, but his body convulsed unnaturally, his breaths ragged and shallow. Death loomed over him, inevitable and near.

”Damn it!” Across the battlefield, the attacks on the Dome faltered. Robinʼs sudden, calculated assault struck fear into the hearts of the remaining guards. Even the Marshal hesitated, their focus now split between maintaining their assault and checking for Robinʼs next move. The Sky Shield Dome, given a momentʼs reprieve, began to repair itself, glowing

ever brighter.

”What is wrong with this array?!” the Marshal roared, his voice strained with frustration. ”How do you possess the knowledge to create an epic ranked array? Who is your Overlord?!”

”Haha... Hahahaha!” Robinʼs voice echoed with unrestrained arrogance, his head thrown back as he reveled in their despair. ”I AM THE OVERLORD!”

Without wasting another second, he surged forward, a force of unstoppable destruction as he started targeting his next victim, the battlefield trembling beneath his relentless onslaught.