Chapter 938: Pythor and sons
*Step*
Jabba automatically took a step back when he saw the person standing in front of him... In terms of majesty, he was no less than Ancestor Hulak, and he didn't seem to be any less powerful either, but in terms of pride and arrogance, a mere look at his face would tell you that he was no less than Robin!
However, there was something extra about him, something that forced Jabba to take a step back... Absolute confidence? The authority that seeped into his bones after ruling multiple planets for all those years? Or something else that wasn't apparent..?
"Your Majesty Pythor!!"
"Who?!" Marshal Lacrosse's shout made Jabba's hair stand on end in shock as he quickly looked ahead again, "You're him..?!"
The ruler of the Great Serpent Empire, Pythor, has come himself.
"How long are you going to keep raising this toy in front of my face?" Pythor looked down directly into Jabba's eyes, then slowly raised his left hand towards the head of the hammer, and with a *Baam* he flicked it.
The hammer was shot backward like a meteor but Jabba managed to control it in time just before it was about to leave his hands, he barely managed to force it to hit the ground behind him as he held it *BOOM* creating a large crater beneath him, "This..?!"
Jabba's eyes widened, even though he wasn't using the law of gravity, he still gripped the hammer staff with a tremendous force, the power of the fourth degree of the law of strengthening the body! And yet with a click...
"Your Majesty!!" Lacrosse at this moment had already arrived and bowed directly in front of Pythor, "We are incompetent, we forced Your Majesty to make a move yourself."
"Who is this?" Pythor pointed at Jabba with his left hand, his right still behind his back
"Oh, this is the fourth truth chosen of Nihari, Your Majesty, his name is Jabba, he was expecting an attack from the enemies so please do not hold a grudge against him for raising the Warhammer in front of Your Majesty," Lacrosse spoke quickly, even if he hated Jabba he couldn't just hand him over now and say that he tried to kill Pythor, because the first question that would be asked was why did you allow him!
"The Fourth Truth Chosen of Nihari, huh..." Pythor took a few steps toward Jabba, "No wonder you managed to keep the hammer in your hand, the users of the Master Laws are something else indeed."
"...You praise me too much, Your Majesty." Jabba placed the hammer back into his space ring and tried to force a smile on his face
He is no match for that person in the slightest!!
*Bzzzzt*
*Step* *Step* *Step* *Step*
"Haaaah~ Gravity is indeed strong here as they say."
"What do you think the local women look like? Haha"
"I want a nap~~"
The space portal made the activation sound again, and this time it wasn't just one person who came out, but dozens... no, hundreds!
The people who came out were all wearing full epic armor, a number of the armor pieces looked similar so it was believed that they were sets but were destroyed and patched, however, the aura of those armor and weapons was very strong nevertheless.
They didn't come out in any kind of order or sequence or gather in a specific place, they simply came out as they pleased and started spreading out in the square directly, some of them kicked the doors of the houses closest to the space portal and just entered them to do whatever they wanted, but most of them seemed uninterested in what was happening, some of them checking out the atmosphere of the new planet and some of them simply closed their eyes feeling bored.
And each one of them emanated the aura of a high-level martial emperor!!
"Those are...?" Jabba felt a little angry at the commotion, the portal stopped after 300 of them came out, each one of those 300 seemed like a problem to deal with, they didn't look like soldiers at all!
"Shhhh!" Lacrosse pressed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "These are the Imperial Guards, they are the remaining sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons of His Majesty Pythor, they are technically the princes of the empire, each one of them has the amount of blood of the Durger The Devourer equal to a general, some even have more! See that one over there? I spared with him before and I lost. They also have great experience in the battles of the middle planetary belt, and they also have a license to do whatever they want wherever they go in the young planetary belt... Keep quiet if you want to live, they don't care if you are a Chosen or a Frozen!"
"..." When Jabba noticed the trembling tone in Lacrosse's voice, he decided to remain silent. This person had been with him for months and this was the first time he had heard him this nervous!
But according to his explanation, it was normal, even if the Marshal had more of Durger's blood than them and had a higher status if only ten or twenty of those brothers agreed that he must go, they would probably be able to kill him.
"Mr. Fourth Truth Chosen, find a good shelter for the boys." Pythor looked down at Jabba again, then at his Marshal, "Lacrosse, give me a report on what's going on."
"Of course, Your Majesty, of course, but let's find a quiet place first." Lacrosse looked unusually nervous, "Can I ask why you bothered to come here, Your Majesty? Many ships have been sent carrying information and treasures for you, there are indeed many losses but we haven't reached the point of collapse yet!"
"What ships? I got nothing from Nihari after you departed. And what do you mean by haven't reached the point of collapse *yet*? What exactly happened to my army?!" Pythor furrowed his brows, every word coming out of Lacrosse's mouth confirmed his sense of danger.
"...?!" Lacrosse bowed even deeper and pointed toward the Senate Tower, shouting, "Please, come this way."
Even in marshal meetings, he acted calm and spontaneous, but Pythor personally arriving on a battlefield for the first time in thousands of years and bringing 300 of his descendants at once was a sign of extreme danger, any foolishness now would have dire consequences. "...." After Pythor and Lacrosse disappeared from sight, Jabba returned to pass his gaze over the imperial guards.
Some of them had already spread destruction as he could hear the screams of the city's residents, and some of them found a quiet corner and simply sat there without a care in the
world.
Finding shelter for them? Do these look like soldiers who would be willing to enter a military barracks? It seems that he will need to talk to each one of them individually to convince them to come and go to one of the palaces!
In the end, Jabba shook his head and left them behind, giving up on any idea about communicating with those brats, then flew after Pythor and Lacrosse to hear what would be
said.