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

Chapter 247 The End of the Drama
"boom--!"

Shells slammed into the fleeing crowd, the explosions engulfing countless lives. The earth trembled, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the original retreat route became a death corridor.

"These beasts!"

Yin Moshang's eyes were bloodshot as he watched helplessly as the remaining soldiers were engulfed by artillery fire. He turned abruptly and roared at Dong Zian, "We can't retreat! Retreating means certain death! We have to stop their landing force!"

Dong Zian did not respond; his gaze was fixed on the distant sea.

There, the fleets of the Star Luo Empire and the Dou Ling Empire were slowly approaching, and the dark mass of troops began to land.

Their target is no longer just the west coast, but—Mingdu!
On the sea, in the flagship's command room, Hu Shatian slowly put down the farsighted soul guide device in his hand.

"Report: The remaining forces of the Sun and Moon Federation have been routed, and our landing forces are advancing."

"More than half of the titled Douluo of the War God Hall have been killed or wounded. Chen Xinjie is seriously injured, and Dong Zian and Yin Moshang are in extremely poor condition."

"very good."

Hu Shatian curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes devoid of any pity.

He turned to look at Dizanghu: "What's the Empire's reaction?"

"The Douling Empire has agreed to take full control of the fleet. Although the Star Luo Empire's high command is dissatisfied, they have no top-tier combat power due to the death of Enci, and dare not disobey our strategic deployment."

Tiger Demon Heaven sneered: "Then shut them up and continue sending reinforcements."

The roar of the explosions still echoed along the coastline, but the tide of battle had already turned. When the smoke from the third round of heavy artillery fire cleared, the land of the second line of defense on the west coast had become a scorched inferno.

Twisted metal debris and mangled pieces of flesh were mixed together. Soul Masters affected by the Soul Guidance Suppression Field huddled in the crater, like snakes with their fangs removed.

The sea breeze, carrying the salty, bloody smell, wafted into the ruins of the command post. Blood dripped from the hem of Dong Zi'an's uniform. His left arm, mostly severed by shrapnel, was gripped tightly by his right hand as he pressed down on the communicator: "Report on the construction of the third and second lines of defense!"

Intermittent static came through the communicator, followed by a tearful reply: "Report! Report, Commander! All heavy weaponry destroyed. Only three Soul Guidance Array Generators remain. The entire mech force is annihilated!"

The surviving officers in the command post instinctively looked at the holographic sand table—the green dotted line representing the third line of defense was flashing, like an electrocardiogram of a dying patient. It had originally been a logistics supply depot, with only a hastily dug trench and twenty old-fashioned coastal defense guns.

"Click."

The sound of metal boots shattering glass sent a chill down everyone's spine. Yin Moshang's mecha, "Mountain Demon," knelt on one knee, the Sea God Legion emblem on its chest armor obscured by blood. The voice of this level 97 Super Douluo came from behind the damaged visor: "Chen Xinjie used his ninth soul skill to block the fleet's main cannon, but Enci tore open his soul core before he died."

Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared through the communications channel. The staff officer frantically pounded on the monitoring screen: "High-energy reaction detected! Enemy fleet... Enemy fleet is recharging its main guns!"

Dong Zian's pupils contracted sharply.

He knew all too well what this meant—those energy cannons, capable of vaporizing warships with a single strike, would next unleash a volley upon the fleeing remnants. Without the protection of soul-guided arrays, without the cover of mech units, those soldiers staggered along their retreat path.
"Pass on my final order." The Ferocious Wolf Douluo suddenly ripped off his tattered epaulettes. "All Soul Masters who can still move, gather at coordinate C7 and unleash the Soul Fusion Skill 'Blood Moon Sky Wolf'."

The officers stood frozen in place. This forbidden technique, requiring the sacrifice of nine Soul Douluo-level or higher experts, was considered a last resort for mutual destruction according to Federal military regulations.

"What?" Dong Zian grinned, revealing his bloodied lips. "Didn't everyone just sign the body donation form?"

After a three-second silence, seventeen hands simultaneously pressed onto the command platform.

Inside the flagship on the sea, Hu Shatian suddenly crushed the tactical pen.

The holographic imagery showed a crimson pillar of light rising from the supposedly deathly silent battlefield. Nine figures burned within the pillar, their flesh and bones transforming into streams of particles that coalesced into a blood-red wolf's head, over three hundred meters in diameter. As the wolf's jaws opened, the moonlight over the entire sea was swallowed up.

"Take cover!" The fierce roar of the Earthly Tiger was drowned out by the alarm. The crimson wolf head crashed into the Star Luo Empire fleet. There was no explosion or shockwave—all the metal that came into contact with the red light silently corroded and disintegrated, and the soul rings of the soul masters went out one after another like blown-out candles. Seven battleships turned into molten iron in ten seconds, and the giant waves stirred up by tens of thousands of tons of steel sinking into the sea scattered the entire landing force.

"Report! The Second Fleet flagship's armor has been completely destroyed!"

Tiger Demon slammed his fist on the control panel. He had underestimated the ferocity of these trapped beasts—the sacrificers of the Martial Soul Fusion Technique should have been completely annihilated, but those madmen had actually attached their remnant souls to the corrosive energy. Now, the entire sea was filled with turbulent currents of soul power, and all the fleet's precision instruments had malfunctioned.

"Where are the landing troops?" he asked hoarsely.

On the holographic map, green dots representing the landing force are flashing irregularly. Of the original 20,000-strong vanguard, fewer than 4,000 life signals can be detected now—and all of them are trapped in the reef area at the edge of the corrosive zone.

"Let them clean up the battlefield." Hu Shatian turned and walked towards the hatch. "Prepare."

A sharp whooshing sound interrupted his command.

A golden streak descended from the top of the clouds, striking precisely the reef three nautical miles in front of the flagship. Within the exploding golden light, the phantoms of nine golden spirit rings rotating like gears were clearly visible.

"This is."

Ksitigarbha's Adam's apple bobbed, "The Sea God Douluo's..."

"Chen Xinjie is not dead."

Tiger Demon Heaven's expression finally changed. "Order the entire army to retreat!"

It's too late.

The second line of gold fell in the center of the fleeing landing force, followed by the third and fourth lines.
Each golden beam that fell to the ground unfolded a golden domain with a diameter of one kilometer. The Star Luo soldiers enveloped in it were horrified to find themselves slowly floating from the seabed reefs—as if an invisible hand were gripping their throats and lifting them into the clouds.

Above the clouds, Chen Xinjie, covered in blood, stood riding the waves. Behind him floated a miniature phantom of the Sea God, three of his nine spirit rings already riddled with cracks. As the seventh golden light descended, this Limit Douluo suddenly coughed up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"Enough!" Dong Zi'an's voice came through the resonance of soul power. "Your soul core is needed."

Chen Xinjie paid no heed. He clasped his hands together, and the phantom of the sea god simultaneously made a judgment gesture. All the golden domains suddenly contracted, and thousands of enemy soldiers exploded into a bloody mist like crushed ants—along with the reefs they occupied, they sank into the suddenly opened trench.

"Belongs to the Sun and Moon Federation!"

Chen Xinjie's roar shook the heavens: "Now begin—the counterattack!"

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