Chapter 7: The Table of Emperors and the Brink of Explosion
While the universe trembled beneath the weight of fleets advancing toward the mercenaries' strongholds, the Eastern Emperor Wang stood beside the Elven Prince, watching the omens of annihilation.
Space was not silent; it groaned under the pressure of the "Ki" emanating from Iskandar as he tightened his grip around the planet's orbit. At that moment, Wang sensed the approach of an organized… familiar force.
The folds of space split open, revealing a warship bearing the emblem of the War Ruler Academy. A man descended from it, his features overflowing with dignity—a nine-star War Ruler standing at the threshold of the tenth rank. It was the Academy's Director himself.
He stepped forward steadily and bowed in a formal greeting befitting the status of the "Elder of Humanity" and its oldest sovereign.
He spoke in a serious tone:
— Sir, I bring you the final report from the meeting of the Cosmic Powers.
Emperor Wang's brows furrowed, and his voice rang with absolute authority:
— A meeting? And how is a gathering convened to decide the fate of galaxies without the presence of a legitimate representative of the Mother Planet?
The Director replied calmly:
— As you are a direct party to the conflict, the Golden Council was recognized as the voice of humanity. The general direction leans toward the complete eradication of the faction loyal to the Mercenary Leader, to halt this advance before it spirals out of control.
A sarcastic smile formed on Wang's lips:
— And who are the parties that believe they can restrain Iskandar?
The Director answered:
— You, myself, Baal, the Holy Empress, the Dwarf Emperor, and the representative of the Golden Council.
Wang let out a cold laugh:
— Baal? Do you truly believe his presence will bring peace? The rivalry between him and Iskandar is one of this universe's constants.
Before the echo of his words faded, the stars darkened.
The ship of Baal, Emperor of Demons, tore through space like a flying fortress heralding death. He descended calmly, his demonic aura trailing behind him like a cloak of darkness, his black wings pulsing with dense energy. His body, marked with scars from ancient wars, stood as living testimony to his status as a ten-star War Ruler.
Wang said without turning:
— Lower your foul aura, Baal… space itself tightens at your presence.
Baal laughed deeply, his voice resonating through the void:
— Elder of Humanity, Eastern Emperor Wang, Master of Martial Arts… it is an honor to see you here.
Then he turned to the Elven Prince with a scrutinizing gaze:
— I smell a familiar scent… are you of the lineage of the "Sacred Queen of Slaughter"?
The prince bowed with composed royal elegance, declaring himself heir to the Elven throne.
Baal muttered coldly:
— Your scent is the same.
But Wang cut the exchange short with a firm command:
— Enough. We begin once the quorum is complete.
Rifts continued to tear through space, announcing the arrival of the remaining parties.
The sacred vessel of Empress Inanna emerged, radiating emerald light that dispelled the darkness. It was followed by the heavy steel fleet of the Dwarf Emperor, its massive engines roaring. Then appeared the gilded frigate of the Golden Council's representative, gleaming like the very shimmer of greed.
Once the six rulers had assembled, Wang raised his hand, and silence fell.
At Baal's signal, a royal spatial platform of classic "Victorian" style was summoned, and a tea table settled at the heart of the cosmic void. The six emperors took their seats, with Wang presiding over the council.
At his command, all attendants, princes, and servants withdrew to their fleets, leaving the rulers alone… face to face in a closed council.
Wang began sharply:
— Your convening of this meeting without us will not be forgotten… but priorities now impose themselves.
Baal spoke in measured political tones:
— We face a calculated conspiracy. The timing of the demonic beasts' attack, synchronized with Nadia's disappearance, is no coincidence. The giants are our first line of defense in wars of attrition. We will not allow their annihilation. The solution is to purge the faction that attacked Nadia and support the "Iron Faction" to ensure their continued service.
The Academy Director and the Golden Council representative nodded in agreement:
— Iskandar is a wise man. If the heads of the instigators are offered to him as tribute, he will withdraw from destroying the galaxy.
Empress Inanna spoke softly:
— Nadia always warned us of "hidden forces" manipulating the threads of the universe… perhaps we were wrong to think she exaggerated.
Wang sighed with solemnity:
— I will intervene to calm Iskandar… but only after his sword has drunk its fill of blood. No one stops a hurricane at its peak.
Baal commented while gazing at the blazing horizon:
— Then let us watch… Iskandar against "the Old Man," the former commander of the Deterrence Forces, a ten-star War Ruler. It will be a battle written into the history of universes.
At that moment, the fleets of the "Golden Lion" and the "Northern Star" — belonging to Iskandar's brother-in-law — were tightening the siege.
And at the center…
Iskandar stood above the Mercenaries' Planet like a sun on the verge of birth.
His golden aura intensified until space around him resembled a sea of liquid light. His ten stars began converging toward his core in the stage of "Solar Formation" — the Ki of Truth.
He raised his sword, his eyes blazing with bloody radiance, and roared with a voice that tore through the planet's atmosphere:
— Bring the dog before me… before I split this planet in half!
On the platform, Baal murmured in open admiration:
— He is ascending in the heart of battle… his stars are merging. My old rival is about to become a Sovereign Sun.
Eastern Emperor Wang nodded with the calm of one who understands:
— Yes… the time of breakthrough has come.
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