Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 153: Conquering the Sun and Moon Continent, the Sun and Moon Empire's Final Blow

The Holy Spirit Empire's aerospace fleet resembled 108 floating fortresses cast from black iron, tearing through the thick sea of ​​clouds ten thousand meters above the ground.

They did not rely on soul guidance technology, but rather on a more ancient and brutal method, supported by the terrifying array at the core of the fleet and the soul power of countless top soul masters.

It forcibly broke free from the world's gravity and slowly advanced towards that unfamiliar new continent in the east.

On the flagship "Tianzheng", Xue Lingxiao stood with his hands behind his back. His black gold imperial robe remained motionless in the gale, as if even the roaring wind dared not violate the three feet around him.

Beside him, Qian Renxue's pale gold soft armor outlined her breathtaking curves.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes reflected the endless blue waves ahead of the fleet, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She could clearly sense that as the fleet ventured deeper, the laws of nature on this continent were instinctively and primally repelling and suppressing them, these "outsiders."

The force structure of this fleet and every individual on board is completely out of step with this continent.

Their very existence is a reckless provocation against the established order of this world.

"Sun and Moon Continent".

"I have arrived."

……

Twenty days later.

On the western coast of the Sun and Moon Continent, at the Crimson Sun Fortress.

The harsh sound of metal scraping and the urgent whistling broke the morning tranquility of this important military town.

Countless Soul Masters, dressed in uniform leather armor with various metal insignia on their chests, rushed out from their workshops and watchtowers, staring in horror at the shadowy sky.

They witnessed a scene they would never forget. One hundred and eight ferocious steel behemoths slowly descended from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

They lacked the energy aura of soul tools, but exuded a suffocating, terrifying pressure purely composed of high-level soul masters and immense killing intent.

"What...what is that?! A flying soul tool? Impossible! Even a level seven flying soul tool from the Empire could never reach this scale!"

The fortress's supreme commander, a white-haired, esteemed eighth-level Soul Master, looked at the red orb on the Soul Guidance Detector that instantly spiked, representing an immeasurable reaction of Soul Power, and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

His proud fortress, the "city that never falls" that was said to be able to withstand the onslaught of an army of 100,000 and equipped with hundreds of level four and level five soul-guided cannons, seemed to have become a joke in front of the enemy.

He didn't even have time to issue any orders beyond the warning.

On the bow of the flagship "Tianzheng", the ferocious ancestral dragon totem suddenly lit up its eyes!
A golden beam of light, condensed to its extreme, did not have the destructive power to destroy the world, but it carried an aura of law that could annihilate all things, and shot out fiercely!
This is not a soul-guided cannon; it is a divine punishment light activated by the divine power of a god-level expert and at the cost of a portion of the entire fleet's energy!
boom--! ! ! !

The linked defensive shield that the Crimson Sun Fortress was so proud of shattered the moment it came into contact with the golden beam of light, just like a piece of leather pierced by a red-hot iron. After a violent energy distortion, it collapsed with a bang!

Immediately afterwards, the beam of light shot straight in and accurately hit the energy core of the fortress.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a deathly silence.

Then, all the lights in the fortress and all the soul tools went out in an instant, completely going silent.

Following closely behind, countless soul skills, each shimmering with different colors, rained down like a grand and deadly meteor shower from atop hundreds of floating fortresses in the sky, covering the entire defenseless fortress.

From the very beginning, war is an unequal massacre.

The iron hooves of the Holy Spirit Empire officially set foot on the land of the Sun Moon Continent. The Sun Moon Empire, this vast nation that developed soul guidance technology along a different path and built its civilization on this foundation, finally witnessed for the first time the "divine might" of top soul masters from another continent.

This war lasted for a full five years.

Although the Holy Spirit Empire possesses an absolute advantage in top-tier combat power, the Sun and Moon Empire has also demonstrated astonishing resilience.

With their soul tool production capacity far exceeding that of the Douluo Continent, they achieved a near-universal military force.

Countless level four and five Soul Master legions, combined with various bizarre Soul Guidance Traps and terrain advantages, caused considerable trouble for Zhao Zilong's Great Snow Dragon Cavalry in the early stages of the war.

They have many Title Douluo powerhouses, but they also have level seven or even level eight Soul Masters. With their powerful fixed-position Soul Guidance Cannons, they have the ability to contend with Soul Douluos and even ordinary Title Douluos.

However, all this resistance was ultimately futile in the face of absolute power.

Qian Renxue, the Empress of the Holy Spirit Empire, is an invincible army with just her sword.

Her angelic domain unfolded, filled with a divine aura that could greatly interfere with and suppress the energy operation of soul tools. All soul tools below level six would have their performance greatly reduced or even malfunction in front of her.

Her sacred sword can easily cleave through even the strongest fortresses built by level eight soul masters.

The sixth year of the war.

The Imperial Army has reached the gates of Tomorrow City, the capital of the Sun and Moon Empire.

This once most prosperous city on the Sun and Moon Continent now only retains its last vestiges of glory.

Xu Cangyuan, the last emperor of the Sun Moon Empire, was an elderly man with a full head of white hair yet still upright. He stood atop the palace, his gaze complex as he looked at the enemy army outside the city, which loomed like dark clouds. In his eyes, there was no madness, only the unwillingness and determination of a king of an era.

“Ignite the ‘Heart of the Sun’,” he said calmly to the chief soul master beside him.

"Your Majesty! That...that drained the dragon veins of the entire Tomorrow City, turning this city into wasteland within a hundred years!" the chief soul master said in a trembling voice.

"What does a fallen monarch care about an inch of land?" Xu Cangyuan's gaze swept over the largest flagship outside the city. "I want that emperor from another continent to know that the wisdom of mortals, even if it cannot kill a god, is enough to make the gods take notice!"

"Activate—Corona Light!"

In an instant, the entire City of Tomorrow trembled violently!

In the heart of the city, the imperial city, the earth cracked open, and a colossal metal disc, inscribed with countless runes, slowly rose from the ground!
This is the national treasure that the Sun Moon Empire has painstakingly crafted over generations, using the full power of the nation! A level nine soul tool, theoretically, a single strike from it is enough to threaten a Title Douluo-level powerhouse!
This is the roar of Soul Guidance Technology, the last vestige of dignity for the Sun and Moon Continent!

"Xue Lingxiao!"

Xu Cangyuan's hair and beard stood on end as he roared with all his might, "Take the final blow from my Sun Moon Empire!!!"

boom! ! !
An indescribable, blazing white beam of light, condensing the core energy of the entire city, shot into the sky, leaving a trail of death in the air, its target the flagship "Tianzheng"!
That power was pure, vast, and unstoppable!
On the flagship, Zhao Zilong, Ma Chao and the others all changed color. They could feel that the power of this attack had exceeded the limit that they could withstand!

"His Majesty!"

However, Xue Lingxiao's face remained unchanged, displaying the same indifference that had stood for ages.

It was as if the fatal blow before them, which could threaten even the gods, was no different from a child's scribbles.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd appeared silently in his hand.

(End of this chapter)