Lord of the Truth

*Raaaf Raaaf*

"Tell me more about the strength of the tribes in the northern region, in detail this time." Robin finally spoke after two whole days

"...I don't think that's a good idea," Jabba replied in a low voice

"Speak," Robin said coldly

"...." Jabba remained silent for a bit then sighed and said, "The Twelve Northern Tribes took the lion's share of the Kingdom of the Second Heaven's Chosen, each of them owns more than 200,000 divine weapons and they are all much better than the scraps our tribe had before your arrival, and let's not forget the fourth stage of the Body Strengthening Divine Tattoo!

The good news about the fourth stage of the Body Strengthening Divine Tattoo is that the tattoo is not widespread among the public, not like the previous three, and it cannot be bought with money. It is dedicated to the ruling families of those tribes, and not all members of those families either...

The twelve families agreed to create a balance between them so that there would not be a power struggle in the future, so they agreed that the number of emperors would always remain equal among their tribes... If a tattoo of the stage degree was drawn on a member of the Azil tribe, for example, the rest of the tribes would be informed, and each family of the other eleven would also choose a candidate of their own to upgrade his Body Strengthening Divine Tattoo tattoo to the fourth stage.

Because the emperors want to remain unique and respected to the utmost degree possible, and because there is really nothing to gain from adding another emperor to a tribe because the rest of the tribes will follow suit, you won't find many emperor cultivators...

According to the fire salamander organization, each tribe of the twelve has 27 emperors... Of course, this number is what is announced, who knows if one of the tribes hides more emperors? Most likely, all of the twelve tribes are...

Master... I have heard about the power of emperors a lot, they are not something that dragons and sages can stand against, the difference between them is just extremely wide, in addition to all those superior divine weapons and the strong relations between the twelve tribes... Please rethink whatever you are asking this question for."

"So the northern region combined has 324 emperors and 1.2 million divine equipment on paper and there are high chances that there are more, but just a little more as they are too connected and nothing can be hidden if they overdid it, hmmm… Got it." Robin spoke with a simple tone

but whether the numbers he said or his indifferent manner of pronunciation sent chills down Jabba's spine!

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After another two weeks - the Desert of Death - the city of hope

"We salute the head of our sect, and... eh?" The elders were standing in line on the tallest building in the city when they heard Jabba and Robin approaching the city again, but Robin ignored them and moved straight towards the Military Industry Cluster.

They all looked at each other in astonishment and then jumped off the building and flew behind him silently.

Two minutes later...

"All the divine tattoo masters and the divine weapon masters, immediately gathered in the central plaza!" Robin called out using the Minor Heavenly Law of Sound, his voice resounding powerfully in the ears of everyone present,

then looked toward a huge building at his right, "All the blacksmiths are to come to the central plaza as well, this is a direct order from the sect head!"

In a moment large numbers began to emerge from the buildings surrounding Robin like ants, some looking up in awe at the flying Draco and the dozens of elders, some talking to each other trying to understand what was happening.

In less than a minute, more than 5,000 people of different races appeared in the huge empty land in the middle of the military industries complex.

Robin looked down at him for a few seconds and then spoke, "Who are your superiors?"

Three individuals came forward and stood in front of the 5,000 people and then bowed in full, "Greetings, Master Sect Head, how can we serve you?"

A metal tablet appeared in Robin's hand then he threw it to the person standing in the middle of the three and spoke, "Here you will find the details of making a space portal, whether the metals used to make the foundation of the portal or the resources used in the inks or engraving shapes… everything is described in details there and EVERYTHING should go perfectly, not a single mistake will be forgiven. I will give you two weeks to complete it."

'Space... portal!?' The elders looked at each other in astonishment upon hearing this name

Without waiting for the response of the three individuals as to whether the project was possible or not, he silently turned the Draco around and moved toward the largest building in the city, and again all the elders followed him.

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Inside the administration building--

*baa.. baa.. baa..*

"Mister Sect Head, can we understand what this was? Is this portal related to one of the other regions of the planet?" One of the elders asked Robin while he was trying to catch up with him

"It's a personal matter." Robin replied frowningly, still advancing quickly on his way, then spoke, "Summon whoever charge of the sect's armies to my room. I want to see him today and bring me all the captains of the special forces, I also want all the warehouses and intelligence officials, bring me whoever is in charge of something that concern direct warfare"

Someone else took a few steps and tried to ask something else but Robin raised his hand and stopped the sentence in his throat, and looked at the only Demon Elder, "Summon me your king, I have to see him in a week's time."

Then he looked toward Jabba's uncle Takar, the council elder that is responsible for everything that concerns the giants, and said, "I would like to see Thandor too, he and the chiefs of all the tribes who have submitted to us, they have three days max to get here,"

The demon nodded at once, but Takar furrowed his eyebrows.. this boy!!

Even with all the authority he has, who gave him the guts to demand Thandor to come to him in such a humiliating fashion?

The Lightning Tribe is a partner of the sect, not a puppet like the rest of the tribes and the damn demons!!

Before Takar could reply, Jabba quickly interjected, "Of course, of course, he will come in time, I'll work it out myself!"

Robin nodded once, then turned and walked again until he chose a random room, entered it, and locked himself inside.

Everyone started looking at each other and wondering what had just happened, they have all seen Robin just a month ago and this wasn't him... He was indifferent to anything and laughed sarcastically at everything, he looked like he very much doesn't care about what's happening here... but now he asks for all these meetings?

The elders started small talks between them, trying to guise what's going on, But not Takar... he was still fixing his eyes on Jabba, he seemed to tremble all over since he got back, and even now after Robin got to his room he was still looking at it with a terrified expression...

He seemed to understand something and then asked, "Speak, boy, what exactly happened in the Azel tribe?"

All the elders went silent and looked at Jabba too, waiting for his answer

After a whole minute of silence, Jabba removed his eye off the door, looked at the elders with lost eyes, and said, "A disaster has befallen the whole planet..."