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Chapter 174 - 94: Sword for the Nation
Chapter 174: Chapter 94: Sword for the Nation
Why would the Prime Monarch appear here?
No one knew better than Qing Hua that today’s Prime Monarch had only a brain left, relying solely on the company’s technology to cling to life.
The once strongest being could only walk towards the end of his life in such a humiliating way.
His body was taken over by the company, and after a complete dissection and study, it gave birth to armor known as "Black Steel," based on the Sword Control Technique, the perfect armor created. It was also one of the earliest armors developed by "Long Branch," which had been perfected over hundreds of years and borne five Heirs, each one a formidable power in the Universe.
This was the company’s warning to this planet.
In giving, they were also taking away.
Qing Hua didn’t understand where the fear came from. According to the company’s records on this planet, even if the Prime Monarch returned to his peak, he would not be a match for Black Steel.
Not to mention, at this moment, three "Long Branch" Imperial Guards were present.
In this vast universe, no one could simultaneously withstand three "Long Branch" Imperial Guards; this should have been a one-sided battle.
"Director, please return to the flagship immediately."
The words of an Imperial Guard intensified Qing Hua’s unease.
Because this meant that even with three against one, they were not confident they could easily take down the Prime Monarch—this clearly contradicted the company’s intelligence!
However, each "Long Branch" Imperial Guard was the strongest selected from various planets, and compared to intelligence and data, they trusted their innate battle instincts more.
At this thought, Qing Hua suddenly realized something.
What kind of situation would make them feel so urgently threatened?
Only when fighting against "Cocoon," after all, their armor was born to cleanse planets that had mutated into cancerous forms.
The beam of light shooting down from above the flagship enveloped them. Yet, unlike those completely corrupted monsters driven only by instinct, the Prime Monarch did not launch a surprise attack; he stood at the base of the stone steps, calmly waiting for the bodies of Qing Hua and the other envoys to dissolve in the light.
Watching Qing Hua and the others retreat safely, the "Long Branch" Imperial Guards finally took a long breath, but at the same time, an unknown unease covered them as well.
They sensed a familiar aura from the Prime Monarch, but his mental state was far too normal.
The last thing Qing Hua saw was the three armors operating simultaneously, attacking the Prime Monarch from three directions.
This was no longer about establishing power over the Imperial Court or the people on this planet, it was a war to eradicate "Cocoon"; the three "Long Branch" Imperial Guards acting together, the aftermath of the battle would turn the entire city to rubble.
He thought of Duan Mingyuan, that being suspected to be a Transcender.
The appearance of the Prime Monarch could not be disconnected from him.
The moment he returned to the flagship, Qing Hua hastened toward the strategic command center, not wanting to miss any detail of what was to come.
"How is the battle going?"
As soon as the door to the strategic command center opened, he asked eagerly.
However, silence greeted him. Hearing his question, the members of the strategic command center just turned their heads and stared at him blankly.
Just now, they had witnessed a scene they could not comprehend, causing their thoughts to freeze completely.
Qing Hua took three steps as two to reach the command desk, and from the screen, he saw the current scene in the Royal City.
It was the last "Long Branch" Imperial Guard, his thrusters at full power, just to escape the Sword Array and retreat back to the flagship.
"Quick—"
Before Qing Hua could finish his sentence and convey the order to "quickly provide support," a flash of cold light pierced the armor’s chest. Tied to the cold light was a chain, and under its wrenching, the Imperial Guard’s body instantly plummeted to the ground like a kite with its string cut.
The Flying Sword crashed into the building, also pinning the guard’s body to it.
The screen, which had been locked onto the scene above, was once again brought back to the "Mortal Realm"; all three "Long Branch" Imperial Guards were pinned to the building in the same way, their hands gripping the chains but unable to break free.
Qing Hua watched the scene in the Royal City, all seeming like a bizarre Dreamland.
How long had it been since he returned to the flagship?
Three minutes, or even shorter?
The Imperial Guards the company prided itself on hadn’t lasted even three minutes?
Even when exploring those planets designated as Dead Stars by the company, such a situation would never occur!
Qing Hua could no longer remain calm within. Even as the director of the Cosmic Relations Coordination Department, overseeing the loss of three "Long Branch" Imperial Guards and one reserve member on a single planet, he couldn’t shirk the blame.
He looked at the chains floating in the air and the Sword Array that turned the city into a prison, and suddenly felt as if the stale planet came to life at that moment.
The Flying Swords and chains seemed as if they had been endowed with life.
Qing Hua suddenly remembered a rumor that circulated in the department that had taken over Prime Monarch’s body—some believed that the Prime Monarch had held back a move, and until the end of the war, they had never witnessed the ultimate mastery of Sword Control Technique, which remained a great regret.
And now, hundreds of years later, he had witnessed it.
Qing Hua saw that Prime Monarch still stood at the base of the stone steps in front of the great hall, and in the battle with the three "Long Branch" Imperial Guards, the latter had not even shifted their stance.
The Prime Monarch didn’t need to move; where Sharp Blade reached was his kingdom.
"Director, what do we do now? Shall we report to headquarters?"
Finally, someone asked.
"’Cocoon’, this planet has been corrupted, destroy the surface of this planet!"
"But teacher, using the Planet-Destroying Weapon requires reporting to headquarters, which isn’t according to protocol."
Cai Hui promptly reminded.
She hadn’t yet lost her sense of reason, and compared to the true battlefields of Dead Stars she knew, there was something peculiar about the Prime Monarch.
More powerful, yet upon defeating the "Long Branch" Imperial Guards, he didn’t immediately take their lives.
Her caution was interrupted by a loud slam on the table from Qing Hua, "Do as I say!"
No one in the strategic command center spoke up to contradict him anymore, a deathly silence enveloped them—even though they knew, this might not be the conclusion reached after rational analysis.
Losing three "Long Branch" Imperial Guards had already driven Qing Hua to irrationality. If headquarters were to learn of this, it wouldn’t be long before he lost his position as director, and he might even face the questioning of the inspection department.
But now, he still had the authority to exercise the power of the director.
That included the right to use the Planet-Destroying Weapon.
According to company regulations, in an emergency, the director had the power to command all flagship weapons.
With just one order, he could decide the fate of countless lives on the planet; such was the authority held by the "Messenger of Heaven."
Alarm bells rang incessantly, red lights flickered, and the flagship officially entered combat readiness.
A dark creation loomed over the Imperial Court’s skies, its brilliance turning the entire Royal City red.
People took to the streets, lifting their heads to gaze at the obscured heavens, waiting for Heaven’s Punishment to descend.
"Director Qing Hua."
Someone suddenly spoke up in the strategic command center, their fingers paused on the control screen out of fear.
As an observing officer, he had always been carrying out his duty, also secretly curious to see how Prime Monarch, once again pointing to The Heavens, would face Heaven’s Punishment.
Hundreds of years ago, the Prime Monarch opted for compromise, trading his body for the future of this planet.
So at this moment, what choice would he make?
When the observer locked the screen on the Prime Monarch, the latter provided an answer.
It took a while before the observer managed to speak, "Evacuate..."
"Uh?"
"He’s giving us five minutes to evacuate."
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