"...Did you start the party without ?"
Step Step
A human erged from the portal, dressed in a pristine white robe, devoid of a single piece of armor, with his hands clasped behind his back.
His piercing blue eyes and golden hair shimred as he advanced confidently and calmly, his head held high as if he were strolling in the backyard of his own ho.
"Robin Burton!!" Marshal Lacrosse stood abruptly, slamming the table with both hands.
Part of him hated Robin deeply. He had monitored every move the man made on Nihari and was keenly aware of Robin's dangerous unpredictability and unorthodox thods. Yet, another part of him was struck by disbelief was the planetary emperor himself the first to arrive? Wasn't it customary for his entourage to secure the venue and pave the way for his entry first? What was he plotting this ti...
"Oh? It seems I have my own fan club here, huh~" Robin chuckled as he noticed Marshal Lacrosse's explosive reaction to his presence.
Pythor, however, was visibly displeased with the Marshal's outburst. His glare hardened as he gestured sternly for Lacrosse to sit back down.
Robin paid no further attention to the Marshal, nor did he acknowledge the table or those seated around it. Instead, his eyes swept over the figures standing behind Pythor and those stationed atop nearby buildings. "What an army you've prepared for today. Aren't these supposed to be peaceful negotiations or sothing?"
"I told you I wanted to et you alone, but you insisted on bringing companions," Pythor said, spreading his arms. "These are my companions- Those at the table are my closest confidants, as for those behind, they are but my children and a few guards to secure the eting."
"Your companions include four of your Marshals, your children are a hundred high-level marshal emperors seasoned in the middle planetary Belt wars, and the security guards are made up of 300 martial emperors ranging from mid to high levels? If my guess is correct, they are what's left of your Marshals' elite forces..." Robin nodded thoughtfully. "What an impressive show of force."
"Co, sit down. There's no need for fear. As long as you focus on , no one will harm you," Pythor said with a pointed smile, gesturing to the seat at the opposite end of the table. The chair, identical in quality to those of the Marshals, bore no signs of tampering or disrespect. "No need for fear?" Robin laughed. "You know what? Perhaps I am afraid. Maybe I should summon a few Warlords to guard the eting instead. Just ten of them would suffice. What do you think?"
"...." Pythor's brows furrowed montarily. Robin was blatantly flaunting the fact that he possessed a weapon known as Warlords-sothing Pythor himself lacked entirely. The negotiations had already begun, it seed. Although Pythor had never witnessed these entities firsthand since arriving on Nihari, he had heard enough to know that Warlords were incredibly formidable.
Seeing the reaction, Robin burst into loud, unrestrained laughter, ensuring that everyone present could hear him. "Haha, no need to worry. It never crossed my mind to summon them today, nor did I consider retreating either. I said I'd bring four companions, and that's exactly what I'll do. I, Robin Burton, am a man who keeps his word!" He finally raised his hands from behind his back, spreading them wide with a smile.
"...." The martial emperors stationed on the rooftops exchanged uneasy glances. Robin Burton's casual stance in the face of such a formidable assembly left them with an unsettling feeling. His gaze swept over them like a wolf surveying a den of rabbits, as though he were the one surrounding them, not the other way around!
Bzzzt-
At that mont, the active portal behind Robin emitted a low hum and rippled once again. This ti, two more humans erged, stepping forward until they stood to his right and left. The first was a young man with jet-black hair, clad in a full suit of black-and-gold armor, with a golden cape flowing from his shoulders to his heels. His sharp features and hawk-like eyes radiated a piercing intensity that seed to penetrate anyone who dared et his gaze. His unwavering confidence made it clear he was ready to challenge anyone present, while his commanding aura suggested he was an unrivaled military leader.
The second figure contrasted sharply with his companion. With silken white hair that fell over his ears and forehead, his lifeless eyes resembled those of a corpse, devoid of any light. Unlike the first, he wore no full armor; instead, he donned a tight green robe with fitted sleeves, secured tightly at the waist by a belt. The sole piece of armor he wore was a black gauntlet that extended from his fingertips to his elbow.
"...." Pythor narrowed his eyes as he observed the two figures. Though it was his first ti seeing them in person, he had heard countless rumors.
So ca from Nihari's armies, who described the Supre General, Caesar, in vivid detail. Others ca from those who had witnessed the invasion of Planet Jura and spoke of the man with white hair. Each of them, without a doubt, could take on a Marshal in battle!
Bzzzt-
The portal didn't take long to hum again, and this ti, a towering figure, nearly three ters tall, stepped out. His massive, spiraling horns extended from the sides of his head, and his cotton-white hair cascaded down his back, reaching behind his knees. Unlike usual, the demon was clad in a crimson and black suit of armor that enveloped his entire body. Its design was ferocious, as if it had been forged in the depths of hell, rather than manufactured in any conventional workshop.
The demon didn't exude any aura, but his re presence was oppressive enough. Step Step- he approached until he stood beside Caesar. Everyone instantly recognized who he was.
"The Supre General of the Demon Army, Sakaar." Marshal Serbal bared his teeth upon seeing the newcor, but a grin crept onto his face as he recalled that Sakaar had sustained serious injuries at the hands of the Seventh Prince. Surely, the armor he wore now was rely to conceal those wounds!
"Please, this way, Your Excellency." Caesar took the initiative, respectfully gesturing toward the table before stepping forward. Robin followed behind him, with Sakaar and Richard following closely behind.
Without delay, Caesar reached the seat prepared for Robin. With a resounding BANG, he kicked it away as though it were a re pebble. The chair disappeared into the horizon like a missile, and without missing a beat, Caesar retrieved a fitting throne from his spatial ring and adjusted it to occupy the forr seat's position. Standing to the side, he waited until Robin approached and sat down, wearing a formal yet sly smile.
"...That wasn't necessary. It seems you care too much about appearances, which is not a mark of a good ruler," Pythor said, struggling to suppress his irritation. That throne was slightly more lavish than his own!
"Haha, what can I say? My n adore a little too much. Isn't it the sa for you? Surely, you didn't plan to adjust that hideous throne of yours in a way that made you appear superior to . That would have been rude and a clear overestimation of oneself," Robin laughed mockingly before gesturing for the three n around him to take their seats.
"...." Pythor clenched his fists, holding back his anger. "Can we start now?"
"I believe we're still missing one person," Robin said with a grin.
Bzzzt-
At that mont, the portal activated once more, then dimd. Step Step-
"Ah- Ladies and gentlen, the main event has arrived."
The mont the newcor stepped through, everyone's expressions soured. Erging from
the portal was a mber of Nihari's Giant race.
And not just any giant- it was soone they thought they would never see again.
"You?!"
"The King of the North, Hulak? You're alive?!"
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