Published at 22nd of December 2025 7:16 am

Chapter 1863 Trumpet of revenge

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Five years after the support first arrived, the situation had reached its absolute peak. The balance that had barely been holding together all this time was now completely shattered, and the once-proud castle of paper that had stood upright despite every storm began to sway more violently than ever. Everything was now positioned on the very edge of collapse, trembling as if a single, gentle breeze would be enough to send the entire structure crumbling into irreversible ruin.

And in that specific year, that breeze finally came-

No... not a breeze.

A storm. A true, devastating storm.

Twenty new Note fleets of the fourth generation suddenly arrived.

And Hedrick had no intention whatsoever of hiding this unexpected reinforcement. Overwhelmed with excitement and radiating a sense of pride he didn't even try to suppress, he gathered all fifty fourth-generation fleets and merged them with Alexander's forces, forming a colossal armada of more than 140 Note fleets-the largest and most terrifying formation of its kind ever assembled in history. Then, without hesitation, he launched them in a new assault.

Alexander's armada was already by far the strongest among Hedrick's forces, but with this massive, unprecedented reinforcement, it transformed into a lethal tide of unstoppable might. In that attack, Alexander was determined to achieve something monumental, something that would echo for ages.

He set out with the intention of showing the entire universe the true military might and rising supremacy of the True Beginning Empire. He went to deliver his own message- one carved not in words, but in fire and wreckage.

And on that day, at the end of the fifth year since the support began, one of the four allied armadas was completely destroyed, erased as if it had never existed. Out of nearly 240 fleets at the start of the raid, 130 were annihilated, wiped out entirely from existence. The fleets that survived were heavily damaged, scattered, and broken. Some fled desperately to join the remaining three armadas, while others simply vanished in the chaos-rumors claim their formations collapsed as they attempted to escape the massacre.

As for Hedrick, empowered by the overwhelming momentum of victory and burning with an unstoppable, reckless fervor, he charged toward the Guardian with everything he had, attacking as though he no longer cared about his own physical condition or long-term survival. And yes-the Guardian managed to strike Hedrick with a severe bodily curse.

But in exchange...

The Guardian fell.

A Guardian -an individual who wielded seventh-stage law, and on top of that, a three-star Royal Soul Master- one of the power pillars of the cursed Darvion Galaxy, a being who had ruled an entire galactic arm for more than eleven million years...

was killed by the Son of Destruction, Hedrick.

Hedrick had fought the Five multiple times in the past. Each time, they exchanged devastating blows, or he managed to force one of them out of the battlefield for years. But this-this was the first time he succeeded in killing one of them, truly ending the life of a being of such immense status.

The news shook the sector. No-

It shook the entire universe.

The death of someone within the Law Domination Realm is always a colossal event- an event that inspires fear, dread, and widespread panic.

But no one was shaken as violently as the cursed Darvion Galaxy itself...

Darvion himself appeared publicly, announcing across every news channel that he would have revenge, declaring his intent with a voice that echoed with hatred and fury.

On the same day, Kaylis The Pure released a statement saying she would investigate the incident personally, ensure justice for the fallen Guardian, and provide appropriate compensation to his household and followers.

But alas-

While Kaylis was issuing her calm, measured statement, the preparation of Darvion's army had already begun, fueled by rage and the desire for absolute

vengeance.

And a month later, the armadas swarmed forth like an ocean of furious ants toward Middle Sector 101.

This time, they did not stop to intimidate anyone. They did not halt for negotiations. They did not seek permission, nor did they care for any authority, treaty, or border that stood in their way.

A colossal armada of 2,000 fleets, led by five Guardians and five Royal Soul Masters, crossed the buffer zone in full view of everyone and advanced directly toward Middle Sector 101!!

Needless to say, everyone inside Middle Sector 101 was seized by overwhelming terror. Panic rippled through every empire and every ruling family like a shockwave. All forces immediately recalled their expansion armies, pulled back their scattered divisions, and sealed their borders with desperate urgency. Those who had long-standing feuds and bitter rivalries-conflicts that had lasted centuries-rushed to agree on ceasefires, abandoning their grudges in an instant. After all, a behemoth galaxy had just declared its intention to invade the sector with two thousand fleets.

Two thousand!!

For tens of millions of years -ever since the Cosmic Elder defeated the Abyss of Doom and restored order to existence itself- never had a sector ruled by a Behemoth faced an invasion of such magnitude. In truth, across all that time, no power had ever dispatched an army of this scale toward another sector, even when that sector had no Behemoth guarding it. What was happening defied all logic and all protocol.

It was absurd. It was madness.

The cursed Behemoth Darvion was blatantly disregarding Behemoth Kaylis,

trampling on her authority as if it were nothing, as if she were a mere footnote in the cosmic hierarchy. His actions were a direct slap -no, a kick- across her

face.

The galaxy of the Savage Behemoth refused to stand idle as well. They announced their full solidarity with their long-time battle partners -the cursed Behemoth's galaxy- and declared that they too would dispatch a colossal armada of 2,000 fleets.

In response, the cursed Behemoth's forces issued a statement declaring that

the conflict had escalated into a personal war, one that required no outside assistance, though they expressed appreciation for the Savage Behemoth's

gesture.

But the Savage Behemoth Zavaros rejected this politely-worded decline. He insisted publicly-with great emphasis-that he would avenge his nephew and personally bring the killer to justice. He declared that his vast army would pass through Sector 102 to pay respects to the fallen Guardian before continuing into Sector 101 to claim retribution.

No one could determine whether this was a veiled threat, directed at the cursed Behemoth Galaxy now that it had emptied more than half of its military strength, or whether it was a genuine display of solidarity and loyalty. But everyone agreed on one undeniable truth: every message exchanged between Zavaros and Darvion was a resounding, humiliating blow to Kaylis.

They were publicly discussing-without hesitation, without any form of restraint-which of them had the right to enter with a full-scale army and invade Middle Sector 101, all while completely ignoring Kaylis's earlier declaration. It was a shocking, almost unbelievable display of disrespect and

utter indifference to her authority.

And then reality struck.

The 2,000 fleets from Sector 105 actually began their march, advancing slowly

yet relentlesslytoward Sector 101 on a journey expected to last more than ten years. Their path cut across cosmic lanes like a tidal wave of metal and law

power.

Orion, along with several of his siblings, immediately activated the great teleportation gates. They traveled to Middle Sector 102 and Middle Sector 105 on official diplomatic missions, desperately attempting to halt the incoming storm, to negotiate, to contain the chaos before it escalated into a sector-wide

catastrophe.

As for Hedrick, who was still severely wounded and struggling with the lingering effects of the Guardian's curse, the news struck him like a hammer. Hearing that a massive armada of 2,000 fleets -led by ten Guardians and Royal Soul Masters-would arrive in three years, and that another equally massive one -led by ten Guardians and Monarchs- would arrive in ten years... sent

him spiraling into panic.

In a single moment, all the progress he had achieved, all the victories he had

fought tooth and nail to secure... everything evaporated like dust.

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