Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 144: Building Ships, Target: Poseidon Island!
Rather, it is the divine realm that reigns supreme and controls the fate of all living beings!

The phrase "My journey is to the stars and the sea" resounded like an invisible thunderclap deep within Qian Renxue's soul.

Her beautiful golden eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

She finally understood that the unification of the mainland was merely the beginning of a long journey for him.

His ambitions had long since transcended the realm of mortals, pointing towards that forbidden domain belonging to the gods.

And his queen will be the sharpest sword by his side in this war to slay the gods.

"I understand." Qian Renxue's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, not from fear, but from extreme excitement.

She tiptoed and met Xue Lingxiao's lips.

This time, it was no longer a test or a deal, but a willing surrender and following.

……

The day after the wedding, at Lingxiao Palace.

The civil and military officials stood in neat rows, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Everyone knew that after the Spirit Hall was wiped out and the continent was unified, the empire would enter a new era.

What the emperor who establishes this era does next will determine the course of the entire continent for the next thousand years.

"My lords."

Xue Lingxiao sat upright on the Nine Dragon Throne, his voice calm, yet it caused everyone in the hall to involuntarily hold their breath.

"I wish to conquer the sea."

Those four simple words plunged the entire Lingxiao Palace into a deathly silence.

Cutting down the sea?

Whom are we attacking?
On the high seas, apart from scattered pirates and insignificant island nations, there is only one place that the Holy Spirit Empire is willing to take action against.

That legendary forbidden land protected by the gods—Seagod Island.

"Your Majesty!" The Minister of Revenue stepped forward tremblingly. "The war against the seas was extremely costly. Our empire has just ended a great battle with the Spirit Hall, and everything is in need of rebuilding. The national treasury is empty. At this time... at this time, if war breaks out again, I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by Xue Lingxiao's indifferent gaze.

"If the national treasury is empty, then replenish it." Xue Lingxiao's voice was completely calm. "I will give you six months. After six months, I want to see enough money and supplies to support a war that will destroy a nation."

"As for the Ministry of Works," Xue Lingxiao turned her gaze to the other side.

The Minister of Works immediately stepped forward, bowing and awaiting orders.

"I want a fleet."

"An invincible fleet capable of crossing raging seas and flattening the sacred grounds of gods."

"I don't care what methods or materials you use, I want to see the first batch of warships launched within a year."

"I desire ships capable of carrying ten thousand troops, and warships capable of blasting away gods!"

Every word Xue Lingxiao uttered was like an imperial edict, leaving no room for argument or debate.

He wasn't consulting with his subjects; he was issuing orders.

"I...obey the order!"

The two ministers, sweating profusely, bowed and accepted the order, daring not to utter another word of objection.

After the court session ended, the entire Holy Spirit Empire, this massive war machine, once again began operating at an astonishingly high speed.

Xue Lingxiao's will is the only direction for the empire to move forward.

On the eastern coast of the empire, a vast mudflat stretching for thousands of miles was razed to the ground in just a few months.

In its place stands a massive, heavily guarded shipyard of unprecedented size.

Tens of thousands of artisans were conscripted from all over the empire and worked day and night.

Countless rare resources, like flowing water, were continuously transported to this place from all directions of the empire.

The hardest wood, stronger than steel and resistant to decay for thousands of years, was used as the keel of a warship.

Deep-sea mystic iron, capable of conducting soul power and incredibly tough, was forged into the armor of warships. The massive skeletons of soul beasts, as large as mountains, were refined into the base of the ramming horns.

The empire's most elite Soul Masters were all gathered here, with only one mission: to modify the empire's most powerful war Soul Tool—the God-Slaying Cannon—so that it could be installed on warships.
It became a mobile sea fortress capable of threatening the gods.

Xue Lingxiao visited the shipyard several times.

He stood with his hands behind his back on a high platform, looking down at the bustling scene below.

One after another, ferocious steel behemoths are taking shape little by little in the hands of countless craftsmen.

Their design completely overturned all previous ship concepts in the Douluo Continent.

The ship is long and narrow with smooth lines, exuding a sense of power. The huge hull is densely covered with the firing ports of soul-guided cannons.

What's most unsettling is the high, raised bow of the ship.

That was not a traditional ramming horn, but an enormous, ferocious maw that resembled the open jaws of an ancient beast.

Deep within the gaping maw, the dark cannon barrel gleamed with a chilling light.

This is the ship-based God-Slaying Cannon!

"His Majesty."

The newly appointed Pope of the Holy Church, Qian Daoliu, appeared behind him at some unknown time.

This former Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall now looks remarkably energetic, as if he has become twenty years younger.

The change of power did not disappoint him; instead, it gave him a glimpse of a brighter future for the Angel lineage.

"The Holy Church has, in accordance with your decree, selected 30,000 Soul Masters from among all the Soul Masters in the Empire, those with the best swimming skills and Soul Techniques best suited for naval warfare," Qian Daoliu said, bowing. "They will become the main force of the Empire's first navy."

“Very good.” Xue Lingxiao nodded. “My fleet cannot consist of only ships; it must also have warriors who can steer them and use them to tear the enemy apart.”

He turned around and looked at Qian Daoliu.

"I already have someone in mind to be the commander of the army."

"What I want you to do is to build a personal guard in this army composed entirely of Angelic Soul Masters."

"I want them to become the sword of judgment in my hand, to wipe out all the heretics on Poseidon Island for me."

Qian Daoliu felt a chill run down his spine and immediately understood Xue Lingxiao's intention.

This is to ensure that the angelic lineage makes the greatest contribution in the war against another god.

This is a pledge of allegiance, and also a symbol of honor.

"Your subject obeys the decree." Qian Daoliu bowed deeply once more.

One year later.

The eastern coast of the empire.

A massive fleet consisting of thirty-six menacing warships lay quietly anchored in the harbor.

Each warship was like a mobile sea fortress, its entire body covered in dark gold crystal armor, its banners obscuring the sun, and its murderous aura soaring to the sky.

Xue Lingxiao, clad in golden armor with dragon patterns, stood atop the bow of the flagship "Shihuang".

Behind him stood Qian Renxue, Zhao Zilong, Feng Ling, Ma Xiaotao, Shui Bing'er, Kadan, Halosa, and others, lined up in a solemn manner.

One hundred thousand elite imperial troops had already boarded the ships and were ready to depart.

"set sail."

Xue Lingxiao slowly raised his hand, his voice calm.

"Target: Poseidon Island."

"boom--!"

The soul-guided engines of the thirty-six giant ships simultaneously emitted a muffled roar.

The massive fleet slowly departed from the port, cleaving through the vast blue waves, and marched majestically toward the legendary realm of the gods.

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