Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 246 Cruelty
"very good."

Tiger Demon's fingers tapped rhythmically on the command console, the clanging of metal echoing sharply in the silent bridge. He turned to look at the blood-shrouded coastline outside the porthole, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "Then let this final battle be even more brutal."

"Pass on my order: fire the soul-guided suppression bombs, two salvos at once!"

"Then switch to heavy artillery and fire three rounds simultaneously, targeting the Sun Moon Federation's second line of defense!"

Upon hearing this, the adjutant looked at Hu Shatian in shock, his voice trembling with disbelief, and said, "But our people are there too!"

"How many people do you think will survive this battle?"

"Chen Xinjie, Dong Zian, Yin Moshang, do you think the side above has a better chance of winning?"

Tiger Demon World gave a cold laugh, his eyes revealing ruthlessness and determination, "Execute the order!"

"Yes!"

The adjutant was intimidated by his imposing manner and quickly carried out the order.

With the messenger's shout, tens of thousands of soul-guided cannon shells in the fleet were fully charged, forming an astonishing firepower network.

On the sea, the dark fleet instantly froze, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

Three hundred cones with purplish-black patterns were cutting through the blood mist, their tail thrusters spewing eerie indigo flames as they sped toward the battlefield where the fighting was most intense.

"Soul Power Suppressor?"

Suddenly, Yin Moshang's mecha communication channel was filled with static. This level 97 Super Douluo watched helplessly as his Martial Soul True Body flickered like a faulty light bulb. Ten thousand Soul Masters on the defensive line simultaneously knelt, their Soul Rings unable to unleash their Soul Skills due to insufficient Soul Power supply.

"boom--!"

The purplish-black soul-guided suppression bomb exploded in mid-air, like the sigh of death, instantly covering the entire front-line battlefield. After the blinding light, a strange purple mist filled the air, and all the soul masters within it paled—their soul rings were dimming, and their soul power was rapidly depleting like water drained from a well!
"What happened... my soul power... has disappeared?!"

"The Martial Soul True Body cannot be maintained..."

The Soul Master forces of the Sun Moon Federation were instantly thrown into chaos. Their prized Soul Skills and Martial Soul True Forms, eroded by the purple mist, were like flames extinguished, instantly losing their combat effectiveness. The defensive line, which had relied on Soul Masters as its core, was now teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Damn it! It's a soul-guided suppressor from the Star Luo Empire!"

Dong Zi'an's eyes were bloodshot as he watched helplessly as his fellow Soul Masters were suppressed and rendered powerless. As a Limit Douluo, his Soul Power, though not completely gone, had been significantly weakened.

"Kill the Soul Masters first! Then destroy the mechs!"

The soldiers of the Star Luo Empire roared and charged forward, taking advantage of the Soul Master troops' inability to resist to carry out a frenzied slaughter. Blood stained the earth red, and screams of agony echoed throughout the land.

The Sun and Moon Federation's defenses collapsed completely at this moment!
"emission!"

As soon as the orders from the two fleet groups were given, the entire command ship fell silent. Then, countless shells pierced the sky, hurtling towards the Sun Moon Federation's second line of defense. Each shell seemed to carry destructive power, landing with pinpoint accuracy, aimed directly at the soldiers fighting desperately, and even more so at the Title Douluos who had descended from the sky to maintain their soul power.
The moment the heavy cannons came crashing down, neither the Sun Moon Federation nor the Star Luo Empire nor the Fighting Spirit Empire could withstand the onslaught.
How could flesh and blood possibly withstand it?

As the first heavy cannon shot landed on the battlefield at the end of its trajectory, a blinding red light flashed on Bai Minghui's mech monitoring screen.

In a fraction of a second, the right-wing commander made a choice that complied with Article 17 of the Federal Battlefield Regulations—he piloted the twelve-meter-tall "Rock III" mech to leap horizontally, using his alloy torso to create a human blast wall for the thirteen Title Douluos behind him who had just recovered some of their soul power.

Then the whole world turned into a furnace!
Dozens of three-ton A7-class incendiary bombs exploded on the mech's chest. Bai Minghui's last consciousness was of the scorching blast tearing apart his neurons. The fragments of his exploded mech transformed into millions of spinning death spirals, slicing the soldiers he had just protected into a hail of blood and flesh.

Two hundred meters away, Yin Moshang watched as the seventeen friendly signal markers on the monitor suddenly disappeared, and a rusty-tasting liquid welled up in his throat.

"The heat source reaction has disappeared in the area from coordinates B7 to D3 of the second line of defense."

The staff officer's voice sounded like a broken phonograph, "Confirmed. Confirmed that Lieutenant General Bai Minghui's vital signs have ceased."

The sea breeze, carrying burning polymer residue, swept across the command post. The holographic sand table in front of Dong Zi'an was rapidly extinguishing its blue dots. With each dot representing a Federation soldier extinguishing, a realistic scream echoed from the blood-soaked grinding mill below the defensive line.

As the third salvo of shells began to tear through the sky, the Ferocious Wolf Douluo found himself calculating an absurd proposition—whether Xu Jin's barrage would crush his soldiers first, or whether the soul power suppression field would deplete his soul core first. "Chen Xinjie!"

Dong Zi'an's roar pierced the sky, and the Sea God Douluo, who was fighting with Enci on the clouds, was shaken.

The Federation's God of War was half-soaked in blood, but his opponent, Enci, and another Limit Douluo from the Douling Empire were in no better shape!
In the near-shore area, Chen Xinjie's power completely exceeded the two men's expectations.

All they can do is delay!
"When the hell are your reinforcements arriving?!"

His response was the shriek of the second wave of soul-guided suppression bombs.

This time, the bullet's impact precisely covered the command post where Fierce Wolf Douluo was located. Dong Zi'an looked at his raised hands—the light of his ninth soul skill, which should have been shining brightly, was now flickering like a faulty light bulb. Even more terrifying, he discovered that Tiger Fiend's fleet was adjusting its formation; those dark cannon muzzles were no longer pointed at the coast, but at the sky!

"retreat!"

"Withdraw from the west coast, wait for reinforcements, and construct fortifications along the third line of defense."

Dong Zian used his soul power to issue a final command.

But he didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, a beam of blazing white light, over a hundred meters in diameter, shot out and pierced straight into the sky!

That was a salvo from a precisely calculated energy cannon. The seven titled Douluo of the Temple of War, who were fighting high in the sky, had no time to react and were vaporized and disappeared in the absolute torrent of energy.

At the critical moment, Chen Xinjie unleashed the boundless power of the ocean, holding off the attack for a brief moment.

"Let's retreat."

"Let's all leave."

"Leave some seedlings for our Western Legion"

With the commander-in-chief's order, the Sun and Moon Federation's army could no longer resist the fear of death that gripped their hearts.

Dong Zian's order was like a sharp blade, piercing through the last shred of resistance on the battlefield.

"Retreat! Retreat to the third line of defense!"

"Go quickly! Go quickly!"

The soldiers dropped their weapons, the mech pilots forcibly severed their neural links and jumped out of the cockpit, and the Soul Masters dragged their exhausted bodies and stumbled as they fled backward.

The once-solid defensive line crumbled in an instant, leaving only sporadic artillery fire and the cries of the dying on the battlefield.

The allied forces of the Star Luo Empire and the Dou Ling Empire did not pursue them, but allowed them to flee.

Because what awaited the fleeing people was a third round of heavy artillery barrage that had already been prepared!
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