Chapter 877: Stop

Chapter 877: Stop



"Who's there?!" The Marshal was already on the verge of madness due to the repeated soul attacks, so when someone appeared in front of him out of nowhere, it provoked him even more.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

That person looked to be in his twenties, handsome but not to the point of capturing souls, wearing a loose white robe and long hair that reached his shoulders, and most importantly... he was standing mis-air very comfortably with his hands behind his back while the space behind him was ripped off!

"Your Excellency!!" Peon shouted happily, the support was much better than he imagined!

"*Your Excellency*? I've heard that title many times before... Does he mean the Third Truth chosen? The one whose head is said to be equidistant to capturing Planet Nihari?!" The Marshal involuntarily went back to inspect Robin from top to bottom... A very normal, typical human with no mutations or additions, his physical age suggested that he was younger than 100 years old, and his aura as he floated in the air suggested that he was just a high-level sage, was this the person who established the True Beginning Empire?!

As for Robin, he turned around when he heard Peon's excited call, slowly approached him, and then *baaam* slapped him hard on the back of the head, "How many times have I told you to call me father? Or am I not good enough for you, brat?"

"It's just..!!" Peon felt a panic attack, he isn't good enough? He's the one who feels that he doesn't deserve to call him father!!

"Shhh!" Robin didn't let him finish his words, instead, he raised his hand and ran his fingers all over Peon's face, "Richard re-created your body and made you into a handsome young man, why did you let the injuries accumulate on your face again?"

"The scars have become part of my personality, Father, please don't force me to do something I don't want to." Peon looked to the left quickly, wanting to hide the biggest scar he had recently gotten

"Tsk~ As long as you call me father, do whatever you want.." Robin was definitely not happy to see Peon like this, he knew for sure that this stemmed from the psychological traumas he had suffered throughout his life, but forcing him to do something would bring the opposite result

"What the hell are you doing? Have I become invisible here?!" The marshal shouted angrily, his eyes still bleeding

Robin turned to him again, raising one eyebrow in surprise, "Hmm? Your crimes on my property deserve to kill you a million times over, the fact that I ignored you for a few seconds means I give you permission to live for a few seconds, yet you reject my generosity and raise your voice instead?"

"Stop your nonsense!!" The Marshal clearly didn't like what he heard, "You there, are you the Third Truth Chosen?"

*Crriiiikk~*

The front of the Marshal's ship began to move comfortably until it completely changed its direction, only then did Robin nod with a smile, and then jump back to his previous position... Of course, he didn't have to do that, but he always liked the dramatic scene that followed.

He then snapped his right hand.

*Shoooos*

"Keeh!!" The Marshal felt a sudden pain in his tongue and saw blood rushing out of his mouth like a waterfall, and when he looked down he saw a piece of flesh falling towards the ground... It was his tongue! He had cut off his own tongue by biting it!!

The Marshal's brain stopped for a moment not realizing what had just happened, but the sound of an explosion behind him woke him up again.

*BOOM*

The Marshal quickly turned around realizing that the cannon had been fired based on his wish, he looked there expecting to see the Warlords and the entire True Beginning Army evaporating... But the shock on his face increased, he was surprised that his ship was heading

towards the lead fleet.

"NOOO----"

*Crack* *Crack* *Boom* *Boom*

The shot hit the mothership of that fleet, turning it into rubble instantly, vaporizing 10 ships, and killing several thousand soldiers who were standing in reserve in the back. The blast waves also pushed several ships towards each other, causing many collisions, and the rest of the fleet's soldiers were thrown far away, spitting blood, some unconscious, some missing limbs... That fleet lost a third of its forces, and the rest would need a long time before they could reorganize themselves!

Faced with that abnormal scene, the marshal could only have one reaction: ".....AAHHHH!!"