Lord of the Truth - Chapter 1065

Chapter 1065: The Red Plague!

Skoo Skoo Skoo

One whip after another struck the ground with incredible precision and immense force. The sounds of tearing through the air were as loud as explosions, and even space itself seemed to compress slightly under their might. Yet, no sound of impact was heard—there was no longer any ground left to be destroyed in that area.

Most importantly, for some reason, the target of the whips could not be touched!

Sha Sha

“Amazing… simply amazing! Do you see this?” Robin pointed toward the battlefield of the main army, specifically at what seemed like a moving mountain. “Amon proved me wrong much faster than I anticipated! But still, this can only be possible because of his origin as a demon. Indeed, the Demon’s body is indeed a treasure trove waiting to be explored. Just what is the origin of these incredible creatures?”

Skoo Skoo

The sound of the whipping continued, even intensifying, but Pythor’s voice was also heard, “I didn’t want to consider this possibility, but after witnessing this exact transformation, it’s almost certain— those things are most likely the Red Plague.”

Pythor cast a single glance at Amon and the ongoing battle before refocusing on studying Robin’s movements.

Robin had barely gathered this army within a few decades and trusted them— but what about Pythor, who had built his army over ten thousand years? No matter if a mountain moved to stop them, his army would handle it!

“The Red Plague?!” Robin turned toward Pythor quickly. The term itself felt strangely fitting for the demons. “What exactly is the Red Plague? Do they exist on other planets?”

Skoo

Pythor sent a few more whip strikes toward Robin before pausing. Each time the whip came close, Robin would flash and appear as if the whip had passed through his body.

Pythor looked directly into Robin’s eyes, “If I answer you, will you tell me what trick you’re using now? And I also want to know how you’re able to use a spatial ring so effortlessly. The vibrations emitted by the device make it difficult to manipulate anything related to space. Even if you managed to connect with the ring for a moment, you shouldn’t have been able to retrieve anything from it.”

“I don’t mind,” Robin replied casually. “It’s actually a trick since I can only use it in such a narrow range. If I try it in an open battle, you’ll probably catch me.” He chuckled. “It’s the Major Heavenly Law of Time.”

Robin had already reached the second stage of the Major Heavenly Law of Time and was in the process of modifying his tattoos to utilize the Flash ability—an advanced temporal technique. Simply put, he could skip a fraction of a second into the future, allowing him to take a step forward and back while appearing as if he hadn’t moved at all.

From Robin’s perspective, it was merely an opening gambit to buy more time for the rest of the battles. The more victories he achieved and the more isolated Baithor became, the easier it would be to handle his trump cards.

But for Pythor—

“The Major Heavenly Law of Time?! You have access to the Primary Law of Time?!” He shouted in disbelief, his eyes widening to their fullest.

“Yes, I also use it to unlock the spatial rings.” Robin chuckled slyly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Didn’t you know that time directly affects space? I used the Law of Time to tamper with the rings a bit and extract what I wanted, and of course, this can only be useful because I also have the Major Heavenly Law of Space and know what to do. That’s all there is to it.”

Pythor’s expression darkened, his lips curling into a tight line. “You… Besides mastering the Laws of Life and Death, you’ve also obtained the Law of Time?!” He took a step forward, his teeth grinding audibly in frustration. It was evident that Robin’s capabilities were beyond what he had initially imagined.

“If you’re not planning to surrender, then hurry up and tell me about the Red Plague.” Robin waved his hand dismissively, his casual attitude making Pythor’s frustration even more palpable. If Pythor was going to be shocked every time he revealed something from his arsenal, they’d never finish this battle.

Pythor let out a deep breath, clearly trying to suppress his rising irritation. “…The Red Plague is a planetary scourge,” he finally admitted, his voice laced with a mixture of disdain and concern. “It usually strikes older planets in the mid-belt, where the land, sea, and air have become corrupted due to centuries of conflict and the relentless plundering of resources. These creatures emerge from the depths and kill every living being in their path. When they run out of flesh, they start devouring trees and drinking seawater. And when that ends, they consume each other… It’s a never-ending cycle of destruction. Any planet that shows signs of the Red Plague is doomed to destruction— unless it receives swift and decisive intervention.”

Robin’s smirk faded slightly, and a frown crept onto his face. “…..”

He furrowed his brows deeply, his mind racing with thoughts. This definitely sounded like something the demons would do—mindless, insatiable creatures devouring everything in their wake. If the First Truth Chosen of Nihari hadn’t appeared all those years ago and invented the Powder, the entire intelligent population of the planet might have been wiped out by now.

But what had a young belt planet like Nihari done to deserve such a fate?

Had the planet’s vast number of intelligent species—nearly a hundred—tipped the balance? Or was it the relentless extraction of resources and the reckless use of divine body-strengthening tattoos that had led to its corruption?

Pythor’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “There have been rare cases where mutated demons with a semblance of intelligence appeared,” he continued, his face etched with a grim expression. “They managed to exploit the technology of the planets they infested and ventured into space to attack other worlds.”

Robin instinctively cast a glance at Sakaar, who was silently observing the battlefield calculating every move. The implications of this revelation were troubling, to say the least.

“To this day,” Pythor continued, his tone heavy with conviction, “Demons are still roaming across the mid-belt planets. Wherever they appear, they are relentlessly hunted down. They are among the few things that unite all intelligent races in hatred— they’ve all agreed to exterminate them on sight.”

His gaze shifted toward Amon, watching the towering figure wreak havoc on the distant battlefield. “I will annihilate every single one of those creatures after I’m done with you,” Pythor declared, his voice filled with cold determination. “If word of their presence here spreads, we might attract some very unwelcome attention.”

Robin’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, it seems I’ll have to be more cautious with them around…” he muttered under his breath, the weight of the situation finally sinking in.

The sharp crack of a whip sliced through the air. Skoo!

Robin easily dodged the attack, his movements fluid and precise. He pointed at Baithor with a playful grin. “Aha! Sneaky Pythor, that wasn’t very gentlemanly.”

“Fight me seriously!!” Pythor roared, clearly embarrassed by his failed attempt to catch Robin off guard. His frustration was reaching its peak.

“As you wish,” Robin said, his smile unwavering as he prepared for the next exchange.