Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 135: The Empire's Slaughter Resumes

The City of Slaughter, this cursed, blood-red forbidden land, is now like a plague-ridden source that has exploded, spewing out the most filthy and brutal torrents towards the Douluo Continent!
With the secret encouragement of the newly crowned "Asura King" Tang San and the tacit approval of the King of Slaughter, countless eyes, soaked in blood and madness, set their sights on the land outside that they saw as full of "weakness" and "fat."

It's no longer a small-scale infiltration, no longer sporadic probing.

This time, they've come out in full force!

Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of people slaughtered, like a blood-red river bursting its banks, roared out of the borders of the killing capital.

They came in all shapes and sizes; some retained some human form, while others were completely twisted into bloodthirsty monsters.

They exuded a nauseating aura of blood and violence, wielding crude yet deadly weapons. Their only commonality was their insatiable thirst for blood and slaughter.

The westernmost border of the mainland was the first to suffer.

"Boom!"

The city walls of a border town called "Iron Wall City" groaned in pain under the combined attack of several Fallen Soul Sect and Soul King level experts with exceptionally powerful auras and strange fluctuations in soul power. Huge cracks spread like a spider web.

On the city walls, the Holy Spirit Empire soldiers guarding the city were pale-faced; they had never seen such a frenzied enemy.

Those monsters were like mad dogs, fearless of death. Even if they were pierced by swords, as long as they had a breath left, they would bite with their teeth and scratch with their nails.

"Hold on! For the Empire! For His Majesty!" A city lord at the Soul Emperor level roared, his greatsword unleashing a torrent of soul power as he cleaved several of the slaughterers who had climbed the city walls into pieces.

But even more people came like a tidal wave, fearless and ruthless.

"Hehehe... Fresh flesh and blood!" A leader of killers with twisted blood-red totems tattooed on his face and whose strength had reached the Soul Saint level let out a piercing laugh.

He moved with lightning speed, suddenly appearing in the breach in the city wall, and easily ripped open the chest of a Soul King centurion with his bone blade.

"what!"

Screams came and went.

Ironwall City fell quickly.

The city is a living hell.

The horde of killers frantically pursued every living creature, regardless of age or gender. Cries, wails, and the monsters' satisfied roars intertwined to create a desperate symphony of death.

Blood stained the streets, and severed limbs were everywhere.

This is not an isolated case.

In the following ten days or so, more than a dozen towns on the western border of the Holy Spirit Empire fell one after another.

"Fengsha Town has fallen! Of the town's 30,000 soldiers and civilians, not a single one survived!"

"Black Rock Fortress has fallen! General Contra Li, the defending commander, has been killed in battle, and his five thousand elite troops have all perished!"

"The Crimson Cloud Province is in dire straits! Three main cities are besieged, and a million people are in imminent danger!"

The news, like snowflakes carrying a strong stench of blood, flew towards the heart of the Holy Spirit Empire—Holy Spirit City.

These murderous people fight in a completely different way from ordinary soul masters. They have no fixed soul skill routines, relying entirely on instinct and a bloodthirsty frenzy to fight.

Each one resembles a battle-hardened butcher, and with the added power of the City of Slaughter, even Soul Masters of the same level are often no match for them, and may even be surrounded and killed by several low-level killers.

Their sweep was swift and destructive, leaving nothing but devastation in their wake. Smoke and fire raged across the vast western lands of the Holy Spirit Empire, a scene of utter devastation.

Countless people were displaced and lived in constant fear.

Holy Spirit Palace, Lingxiao Hall.

Xue Lingxiao sat calmly atop the Nine Dragon Throne, as still as water.

The prince and his officials, both civil and military, were utterly silent, the atmosphere so oppressive it was almost suffocating. A pile of blood-stained reports from the western border lay on his desk, each detailing horrifying casualties and carnage.

Prime Minister Zhuge Liang, holding a feather fan, frowned deeply: "Your Majesty, the devastation on the western border is far beyond our expectations. These thugs, who call themselves the 'People of Slaughter,' are far more cruel and insane than the remnants of the Tang Clan. They are like an army that feels no pain but only knows how to kill, slaughtering cities and destroying territories wherever they go, causing heavy casualties among the empire's people."

The Minister of War stepped forward, his voice filled with grief and indignation: "Your Majesty! In just over ten days, more than a dozen towns and cities of all sizes have fallen on the western border of our Holy Spirit Empire! More than 100,000 soldiers have been killed in action! Countless civilians have been slaughtered! These rioters are spreading inland at an alarming rate, and if they are not stopped in time, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Your Majesty, we humbly request that you dispatch a large army immediately to annihilate these demons from the City of Slaughter!"

The courtiers echoed their earnest opinions, expressing deep concern for the safety of the empire.

Xue Lingxiao's slender fingers gently tapped the armrest of the dragon throne, producing a soft "knock, knock, knock" sound. In the silent hall, the sound seemed like thunder striking the hearts of everyone present.

He slowly raised his head, and a chilling glint flashed in his eyes, which looked down upon the world.

"A city of slaughter? A people of slaughter?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible authority and a chilling coldness.

"A bunch of maggots crawling out of a filthy place dare to stir up such a bloody storm within my empire!"

"I gave them a chance, letting them eke out a living in that corner. Since they've chosen their own death, then I will grant them their wish!"

Xue Lingxiao suddenly stood up, his dragon robe fluttering without wind, and a terrifying imperial aura erupted, sweeping across the entire hall.

"Preach my will!"

"Zhao Zilong!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Zhao Zilong, clad in silver armor, stepped out from the ranks of military officers, his voice booming like a bell.

"I order you to immediately muster an army of 300,000! Take 30,000 Soul-Shattering Crossbows and 3,000 God-Destroying Cannons, and immediately march to the western border! Kill any civilians you encounter who are about to commit murder without mercy! Leave no one alive!" Xue Lingxiao's voice was cold and ruthless.

"Your subordinate obeys the order!" Zhao Zilong knelt on one knee, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Fengling!"

"Your Majesty, I am here!" Feng Ling, dressed in a crimson palace gown, stepped out from the ranks of the imperial concubines, her alluring figure concealing a sharp edge.

"I hereby order you to lead twenty elders of the Imperial Hall of Worship and one hundred experts of Soul Douluo rank or above, to assist Zhao Zilong in dealing with the enemy's high-level combat forces! Those so-called strongmen who dare to show their faces, eliminate them one by one!"

"Your Majesty, I obey!" Feng Ling bowed and accepted the order, a bloodthirsty smile curving her lips.

"Harosa!"

"Your Majesty, I am here!" Harosa, still clad in a grey robe, was like a death god blending into the shadows.

"I hereby order you to lead the elite fourth-level 'Heavenly Slaughter and Earthly Annihilation' forces of the Luo Wang to infiltrate behind enemy lines and behead the King of Slaughter!" A cold glint flashed in Xue Lingxiao's eyes.

"Your subject obeys the decree!" Harosa's voice was hoarse and cold.

Xue Lingxiao's gaze swept over the assembled officials and finally settled on Zhuge Liang: "Prime Minister, with the army setting out on the campaign, the logistics, supplies, and provisions are entirely entrusted to you. You must ensure that the soldiers at the front have no worries about their rear!"

"Your Majesty, I will certainly not fail in your trust!" Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan lightly and bowed in agreement.

"Furthermore, I hereby order all provinces of the Empire to immediately enter a state of war! Garrisons in all regions shall strengthen their vigilance and suppress all suspicious persons within their borders! Anyone who neglects their duties and causes the banditry to spread will be severely punished by me!"

Xue Lingxiao's voice, like ancient ice, carried the force of thunder with every word.

"Your Majesty is wise!" The assembled officials knelt and prostrated themselves, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"

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