Chapter 998: Favors for the planetary spirit
"Ro- Rocky? The Poison Rock Planet Spirit ...Rocky?!"
Crackling Crackling
Before everyone's eyes, clouds rapidly gathered above them, spiraling into several vortexes. The vortexes intertwined, gradually forming the shape of a small, laughing girl.
"Rocky's here! How can I help you today?"
"...?!"
The Marshal felt his entire body freeze. He had seen Rocky many times before, and every time, she referred to His Majesty Pythor as Owner, or Master. She looked at them with disgust when they tried to direct their speech to her like they were not qualified to even get a response! But now? She was responding to a request from an outsider?!
"Rocky, I want you to locate the young Marshal and his escorts for me. Use as much refinement as you need," Robin said, his tone direct and commanding.
Moments earlier, he had staged an elaborate ruse, pretending to be injured to lure the Marshal and the remaining seventy imperial guards out of their hideout to stop him from escaping. Yet again, the bait was ignored.
"Roger that~! Golden Eyes commands, and Rocky obeys! And you know what, there is no need to consume any refinement for such a simple request-consider it a small Favor! Hehe."
Rocky giggled playfully and spun in a circle a few meters wide in front of Robin. Within the empty circle, the air began to shimmer and ripple until it revealed an image.
In that image, the young Marshal and about seventy imperial guards were flying eastward at breakneck speed, as though their lives depended on it. Judging from their surroundings, they hadn't gotten far.
"...That lake is just a few hundred miles away. Considering their speed... Did he decide to flee east the moment I started pretending to be injured?" Robin muttered, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.
"...?!" The cascade of shocks left Marshal Snite spinning.
Rocky had just aided their sworn enemy, and she seemed to enjoy every second of it. This sworn enemy just admitted that he faked injury for some reason. AND his supposed ally, the one who promised to intervene at the right moment, had abandoned him and fled in this crazed way?!
"That son of a bich... THAT SON OF A BITCH!!" Robin's furious shout echoed through the air. "I let myself get pummeled by a bunch of wimps just to lure him out, to force him to confront me so he could stop me from escaping! And yet... he sensed something was off and ran away instead. What's going on inside his head?! And this path... If he keeps going, he'll reach the beast battlefield. In a few hours, he'll end up at the rear of my army. Is he planning to ambush them from behind?"
"That man is called Haros," Rocky chimed in, still fluttering around Robin with glee. Her shining eyes examined his golden cloak with fascination. "He's the youngest of the Marshals, younger than most Generals even, and the only one who didn't fight alongside Pythor in his early days. He climbed the ranks through a mix of flattery and remarkable accomplishments. While he's not a major figure, he's far from an easy opponent!"
"Haros?" Robin furrowed his brows. "The same Haros who escaped from Planet Gudah while under siege by two hundred Emperors, not to mention the locals? Then immediately after that incident, Pythor and the guards arrived at Nihari, carrying those damn cubes..." He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Tch! If traps and sieges don't work on him, I'll have to chase him down and kill him myself." His gaze dropped to the Marshal and the remaining guards below. "It seems I'll have to finish here quickly."
"You...!!" Marshal Snite felt a surge of rage and humiliation at those words. "Then come! Let's see what you can do with those two silver blades!!!"
The Durger The Devourer's blood coursing through the Marshal's veins began to boil, surging with power that erupted throughout his body.
Unlike other generals or soldiers who feared the consequences of burning their blood reserves or awaited compensation, his body had undergone enough blood infusion to alter his marrow. He could now regenerate whatever blood he lost to get back to the exact amount before he started burning them. The only drawback was that during the regeneration period, he would be significantly weaker than usual, that's why it was still a tough decision to make even for the Marshals.
But that didn't matter now. Whether driven by the insult he'd endured or the looming danger before him... Robin Burton had to die-no matter the cost.
Whoosh!
Not everyone shared the Marshal's resolve. A number of imperial guards turned and bolted in different directions, attempting to flee.
Even though this is their father's Empire they didn't feel any belonging, their true residence was the middle planetary belt, where the real theater is! Dying here? For what..? They only came back because the Overlord told them so, they consider it as a vacation!!
"Hmph. Even though I find it wasteful to implement the scheme on you miserable lot, I still want to finish here quickly so I can catch up with the other guy..."
Robin cast an annoyed glance toward the Marshal, then raised his hand, giving a signal, "Now!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!!"
A group of rune masters below sprang into action, quickly positioning several crystals in
specific spots.
Ooooommmm-
"What's happening?!"
The imperial guards frantically glanced around, trying to figure out what had occurred.
"There!"
At that moment, everyone saw it- a towering energy barrier forming behind them, trapping them in. It was another Sky Shield Dome, one barrier keeping them above it and the other locking them beneath with nowhere to go.
"Spread out and attack Robin Burton from all sides! He only has two silver blades left- the advantage is still ours. He's just one man!!" Attempting to rally their fighting spirit, the Marshal shouted loudly.
The Marshal actually liked this development, if the imperial guards started to flee then they would be weakened for a long time, and would be difficult to reassemble them, the only hope to defend their motherland is to stay put and kill Robin Burton!
Whoosh Whoosh!
Indeed, the more than one hundred imperial guards wasted no time. They swiftly surrounded Robin, trapping him from above and below. All of them raised their weapons, poised for an all-out assault. No matter how powerful one man might be, he was still just one. If they relentlessly bombarded him with energy attacks from all sides, he'd eventually succumb. Under such a siege, there was no escape unless he wielded the power of a World Cataclysm
Realm user.
Faced with the encirclement, Robin smirked mockingly.
"Rocky, I'll use a percentage of my refinement. I want you to impose a law: prohibit flight within the Sky Shield Dome for those carrying Durger The Devourer's blood in their veins!"
"What?!"
The Marshal's disbelief was palpable. Was such a thing even possible?
"The request is highly specific, but the area for execution is small, so it's feasible. Normally, a
request like this would cost at least 7% refinement, but I'll do it for 2%-just-for-you-
Hehe."
Rocky giggled playfully and clapped her hands together.
Ooooommmm-