Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Chapter 390 Face to Face

The Main Continent of Kievan was unlike anything in the known universe—a colossal, singular floating landmass suspended in the vastness of space. Its shape defied conventional planetary forms; neither spherical nor circular, but an immense flat expanse capable of sustaining life on both its upper and lower surfaces.

This miracle of nature was made possible by the intricate dance of seven suns and thirteen moons, orbiting the landmass as though crafted with divine intent. Their alignment ensured perpetual illumination and ideal conditions for life, symbolizing the unmatched importance of Kievan as the cradle of the Empire's legacy.

After hours of traversing the cosmic expanse, the Heaven-Class battleship emblazoned boldly with the title "True Emperor" finally reached the legendary Kievan Continent.

"Ah, ha, that's a surprise! Why did they let us in so easily?" Prince Albert asked, his tone a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Aengus stood silently, his gaze fixed upon the world below. The both surface filled with trillions of subjects, while swarms of buzzing ships filled the skies in orderly formations. The overwhelming display of life and activity told him everything he needed to know.

King Ronin explained, his voice steady and authoritative, "They didn't let us in because they wanted to. It's because we have the support of the majority of the subjects in the Empire. Do you see those ships?" He gestured toward the countless vessels traveling toward the Imperial Continent. "They are all coming here to see the True Emperor, even if it's just once."

"Ah, I see," Prince Albert murmured, finally piecing it together. Internally, he cursed himself for not being as quick-witted as the others.

Despite the apparent excitement, Faction Leader Hog wore a grim expression. "I don't think this is that simple, My Emperor. There must be a greater conspiracy at play. From what I know of them, they wouldn't relinquish the Emperor's position so easily. They likely have other plans to ensure our failure. We must stay cautious."

Aengus nodded, his gaze sharp as it scanned the horizon. "I know. But we aren't afraid. I will show them the true might of this Emperor. Just watch."

A confident smirk played on his lips, while Bella stood close by, her presence a steadying force. The moment to face their enemies was drawing near.

Even with the terrifying power of her secret law, she began to question if she could truly stand against him. Inwardly, she wrestled with the realization that the Emperor's Mark was not just a title but a destiny of absolute superiority.

Her brothers, though less vocal, were no less shaken. The confidence they had held onto now seemed like a fragile illusion, crumbling in the face of the true Emperor's overwhelming presence.

After Aengus stepped down from the Heaven-Class Battleship, Bella joined him gracefully by his side. The five Ancient Protectors followed closely, their presence exuding an unshakable authority. Behind them, King Ronin and the other faction members, numbering in a billion, descended in a synchronized, awe-inspiring display. Once on the ground, they stood respectfully behind Aengus, forming a mass, battle-ready formation.

Across the field, the ruling faction's members also swelled in numbers, surpassing the billion mark, forming an equally intimidating display of power. The sheer scale of the two factions gathering in one place was unprecedented, a clear indication that something monumental had been orchestrated.

""Ah... Is he the True Emperor? But he looks so young," one man murmured skeptically, peering at Aengus from the crowd.

"Hmph. So what? Do you think the Emperor's Mark holder would be some senile old man like you?" a younger man retorted with a scoff.

"Hey! Where's the respect in your tone, young man?" the older man barked back, clearly offended.

"Tch... That's why I don't trust kids like you. Who knows? Maybe the Heir is just as rude as you are."

"Shut your mouth, old man! You think the New Emperor would waste time respecting people like you? He's the Chosen Emperor—don't forget that!"

"Enough!" another voice hissed, cutting through their bickering. "The both of you, quiet. Let us focus. These devices are already acting up; we can't even hear them clearly."

Faraway, the spectators, a sea of subjects from the empire who had come to witness the unfolding events, watched in stunned silence. They could feel the invisible tension in the air—a storm of power and anticipation brewing between the two factions.