Genius Noble With System
Chapter 281: Enemies Appeared

Chapter 281: Enemies Appeared

"Even if you didn’t know who sent you here, you should know what you had to do here, right?" Sovereign’s calm voice echoed in the hall.

Apollo remained silent for a second and then said his mission, "I came here to save Black Lotus Flame." He told the truth, although it was ridiculous, as how could he save it as it was Black Sovereign’s true form and natal Flame?

This task is fucked up; he already had what can be done by alerting the Sovereign, as if even with his strength he cannot save himself, then nothing can be done in front of an absolute strength difference.

The hall fell into an eerie silence.

The Black Flame Sovereign didn’t immediately react, but the flames in his eyes darkened—like the embers of a dying star collapsing into itself.

"Save my Black Lotus Flame?" His voice didn’t carry any hint of anger or any emotion but was still calm, with a hint of relief.

"I see, so that’s what was going on."

"If they are coming for that, their plan is really big; it looks like it’s going to be really troublesome." As he said, finally a bit of a grim expression appeared in his eyes.

"What comes will come. But you have to wait for a few days, as I also have something to give to you, human." Sovereign said after thinking for some time.

With that said, Apollo disappeared, leaving only the senior Orb and Sovereign leaving in the massive hall.

"It seems those guys have really found the way. Since they are going to attack, you should know that even if you wake up early, you still most likely die." Senior Orb’s voice echoed in the hall.

Black flame sovereign eyes glowed with a burning flame, but he didn’t say anything.

Apollo on the other side, seemed to appear in the palace within the city. But he didn’t wait; he needed to be stronger for the incoming danger and hence could not waste any time. He continued to understand the space rules, as it was the quickest way for him to improve his strength.

Space rule is very versatile without any weakness, whether attacking, defending, or running away; it was best in all.

The entire Black Flame Sovereign Realm was thrown into a whirlwind of motion. There was no time for celebration, no moment spared for revelry—the return of the Sovereign was not for a celebration but a warning.

War was coming.

From the highest peaks of the Infernal Obsidian Mountains to the deepest sanctuaries of the Molten Sanctum, formations blazed to life, ancient runes pulsing with primordial power. The realm itself groaned under the strain of its awakening defences, a symphony of fire and destruction ready to be unleashed upon those who dared to threaten its ruler.

The Three Great Flame Lords, their expressions steeled with purpose, moved like the hands of fate, orchestrating the final preparations. Elite warriors clad in flame-wrought armour assembled in legions, their weapons infused with the essence of eternal fire.

Blacksmiths worked tirelessly, forging weapons so hot they distorted the very air around them. Alchemists brewed potions of resilience and restoration, while rune masters engraved layers upon layers of reinforcement onto the protective barriers of the realm.

Even the common folk, sensing the ominous shift in the world’s balance, offered fervent prayers to their only god and sovereign Black Flames, their voices merging into a single plea—to stand, to survive, to burn brighter than the darkness approaching.

Above it all, the sky itself was changing.

Crimson embers drifted in the air like falling stars, the very laws of fire reacting to the threat on the horizon. The Black Flame Sovereign’s early awakening had shaken the original time-space, and this time it would be different, and now, the unknown enemy that sought his destruction would soon make their move.

Ten more days passed, and most of the preparation was done, and billions of warriors and soldiers in the Black Flame sovereign realm were ready for the battle for their Sovereign.

The Black Flame Sovereign Realm stood on the precipice of war.

From the towering sky-burning towers to the smouldering valleys of the Ashen Abyss, every corner of the realm had been fortified.

The skies roared with the presence of aerial legions—Flame Dragons and Scorching Phoenixes soaring in disciplined formations, their fiery wings leaving trails of molten embers. On the ground, vast legions of flame-touched warriors stood like an unbreakable wall, their weapons glowing with runic enchantments, their eyes burning with unyielding resolve.

At the heart of it all, the Flame Palace pulsed with an overwhelming, divine energy. The Three Great Flame Lords stood at the forefront, their power rippling through the very layer of the world, ready to unleash hell upon any invader.

Every rune inscribed across the realm, every enchanted barrier, and hidden formation had been reinforced to its limits. The Sovereign’s presence alone had elevated the realm’s strength to unprecedented heights.

Yet, despite their preparations, an eerie silence loomed over the land. A storm of fire waiting to be unleashed.

But today, something different happened. The eerie silence of the entire Black Flame Sovereign realm was broken by a sudden attack.

Szzzz!

Szzzz!

Boom!

The entire realm seemed to tremble as suddenly darkness seemed to cover the whole Black Flame Sovereign realm.

A dark tide surged across the heavens, consuming the blazing skies in an instant. The radiant flames that had bathed the realm in eternal light flickered violently—some extinguished outright, swallowed by an abyssal force that defied the natural order.

Szzz! Szzz!

A deep, spine-chilling hum echoed through the void as darkness coiled and slithered across the land like a living entity, twisting through the sky in a storm of corruption.

Then—

BOOOOOM!

The very outer layer of the realm shuddered as if some ancient, otherworldly force had sunk its claws into its core. The barriers, formations, and runic defences painstakingly prepared over the last ten days flared to life, clashing against the invading darkness in a chaotic storm of energy.

The Three Great Flame Lords snapped their heads toward the sky, their expressions grim.

"They’re here..." one of them whispered.

At that moment, countless eyes across the realm widened in shock and fear. For the first time in history, the Black Flame Sovereign Realm was under siege.

Apollo quickly stopped his cultivation and came out and watched the dark sky filled with an eerie aura.

Black Flame Sovereign and senior orb sitting in the hall silently watched everything as they could see everything clearly and what was hidden behind this darkness.

"It is here," Apollo murmured as finally the time had come. He didn’t know what to hope for, as what he could do was try his hardest to survive here because he knew the battle wasn’t going to be the most horrifying war he had ever seen.

Crack! Crack!

A soul-rending sound echoed across the vast skies, a noise so unnatural that it seemed to reverberate through existence itself.

Boom!

The heavens shattered like a fragile mirror, massive cracks forming across the once-absolute barrier of the Black Flame Sovereign Realm. The sacred runic formations that had safeguarded the realm for millions of years flared violently, unleashing waves of power in a desperate attempt to hold back the intruder.

Yet—it was futile.

Through the broken veil, an abyssal darkness surged forth, creeping like a primordial tide, consuming the light of the burning world below.

A monstrous, unseen presence began to descend.

The very laws of the world trembled, space itself groaning under the sheer pressure of its existence.

From within the shattered sky, something moved.

Something ancient. Unfathomable. A presence that did not belong in this world.

It was here.

Apollo and the others all watched with anxious expressions as from the crack a being made of entire darkness and looking like a knight walked out.

A being of pure darkness, clad in twisted armour that seemed to be forged from the void itself, emerged from the breach. Its towering form pulsed with an ominous energy as if it were a living embodiment of the abyss. No eyes, no face—just a hollow void beneath a horned helmet.

Each of its steps sent shockwaves rippling across the sky, distorting space around it. The very laws of fire in the realm recoiled, as if terrified of its presence.

But this wasn’t the end, as he wasn’t alone; another four figures just like this appeared beside them, standing in the sky with a terrifying presence, followed by a slowly emerging army of darkness-filled creatures of various sizes and shapes.

Apollo’s gaze sharpened as the oppressive darkness deepened. One was already terrifying... But five?

The sky trembled under the sheer weight of their combined presence. Each of these Dark Void-knights stood like an apocalypse-given form, their armour pulsing with an eerie, living darkness that seemed to consume even the light.

And the monstrous army of darkness-filled creatures poured through the breach, their grotesque forms shifting between solid and shadow as if reality itself struggled to contain them.

A suffocating aura of despair spread across the entire Black Flame Sovereign Realm.