Timeless Assassin Chapter 877 The Cult Army

(Planet Ixtal, Cult Assembly Plains, Unknown Soldier's POV)

The line did not seem to end.

No matter how far the soldier craned his neck, no matter how long he stared past the shoulders and backs of the n ahead of him, all he saw were bodies, banners, armor, cloaks, and more bodies beyond that, stretching across the plains in dense, unmoving ranks that swallowed the horizon whole.

People.

Just people everywhere.

"There's got to be like... billions of us here," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible beneath the low murmur of the crowd, as the realization settled in slowly that this was not a gathering ant for a practice drill, but rather a full-scale mobilization ant for actual war.

The air itself felt heavy, not with heat or pressure, but with anticipation, as soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder in disciplined disorder, so gripping their weapons a little too tightly, others staring straight ahead as if afraid to look anywhere else, while nervous whispers rippled through the mass like small cracks spreading across ice.

"All the divisions are here.... I don't think there's anyone left behind."

"All the Captains, Sergeants, Lieutenants, Generals, and Legion Commanders are here too.

So it's not just the lowest ranks who are mobilized."

Two soldiers spoke quietly as they stared around them into the massive holographic screens that had been erected at regular intervals-

Each one displaying the sa live feed of a distant stage carved with

an empty podium at its center, as four key Cult figures stood behind the podium.

The Monarch Commanders.

Even from this distance, even through layers of projection and scale distortion, their presence was unmistakable, their posture rigid, their expressions unreadable, their auras suppressed yet impossible to fully hide, as they stood with straight backs as though waiting for soone important.

*Gulp*

The soldier swallowed.

"Is it true?" soone beside him whispered, a young man who had only recently completed his basic army training.

"Is Lord Shadow Dragon really going to be here today?"

He asked, as a few heads turned and a few quiet smiles appeared.

The veteran soldier glanced sideways, then nodded slowly.

"I think so," he replied, keeping his voice low. "Today's mobilization day. With a force this large... and four of the five Commanders already present..."

He trailed off, then exhaled.

"Yeah. I think the crowd's finally big enough for Lord Shadow Dragon to show himself."

The words had barely finished leaving his mouth when it happened.

The air shifted.

Not violently.

Not explosively.

Just... domineeringly, as a pressure rolled across the plains in a single, silent wave, as though the sky itself had taken a breath and decided to exhale all at once, and in that instant, every conversation died, every

soldier stiffened, every spine straightened, and every instinct scread the sa word-look above.

Thousands of heads tilted upward in unison as the clouds parted without sound and from the heavens, a lone figure descended slowly, robes fluttering calmly despite the absence of wind, black eyes cast downward without emotion or hesitation, as though he were not arriving to address an army, but to inspect sothing that already belonged to him.

An overlord.

The holographic screens flickered, then locked onto him instantly, magnifying his image across the plains, his face filling the sky in cold, perfect clarity as gasps rippled outward and silence beca absolute.

*Land*

He landed upon the stage without ceremony.

No shockwave.

No announcent.

Just presence.

The four Monarchs turned as one.

Commander Mickey Jas.

Commander Anderson Silva.

Commander Darnell Nuna.

Commander Dupravel Nuna.

They stood behind him in perfect formation as Leo turned slightly, acknowledging them with a brief nod, before facing forward once more and leaning in to speak into the microphone.

"Brave warriors of the Cult," he said calmly, his tone steady rather than loud, yet sohow reaching every corner of the assembly. "There was a ti when I asked you all to abandon your pride, your

honor, and your ho planets, to follow into the desolate Stilled World."

He paused, his gaze sweeping slowly across the sea of soldiers below, eyes moving not in haste, but with deliberate recognition.

"At the ti, we were too weak to survive in the wider universe," Leo continued, his voice neither apologetic nor defiant. "Too fractured. Too hunted. Too small."

A low murmur rippled through the ranks.

"I know it was not an easy decision to make for you or your parents," he said as his expression softened just enough to be noticed. "And I bear full responsibility for the humiliation many of you endured in

doing so."

The murmurs stilled.

"Yet you lot still supported ," Leo went on, his voice firming. "You endured. And together, we took a desolate hellscape and made it

livable again."

His eyes lifted slightly, eting the distant horizon.

"Together, we did not rely survive in that impossible world," he

said. "We thrived."

The air seed to tighten.

"But that ti is over," Leo declared, his voice rising for the first ti. "The age of hiding is finished, and the ti for revenge has co." He straightened fully now, presence expanding outward like a tide no

one could resist.

"The ti for THE CULT'S resurgence has finally co!"

For half a second, the plains were silent.

Then the world exploded.

Roars tore from millions of throats at once, a thunderous wave of

sound that shook the ground beneath their feet, banners snapping violently as fists rose skyward and weapons were lifted high, soldiers screaming until their voices cracked, until discipline dissolved into raw, unfiltered fervor.

"WE ENDURED. WE RETURN!"

"WE ENDURED. WE RETURN!"

"THE CULT REMBERS!"

The chants began unevenly, fragnted and wild, before swelling into sothing unified, sothing overwhelming, as the Cult Assembly Plains beca a living ocean of sound and devotion.

*Quake*

*Tremble*

Leo soaked up the energy floating in the air, as he let the crowd heat

up, letting the chants build, as he took a pause from his speech and let the soldiers vent their feelings for a while, before raising his hand to gesture for a pause.