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

Chapter 293: The General Mobilization

“Ideological transformation should be subtle and gradual.” Chen Zhou suddenly interrupted, the sound of his fingertips lightly tapping the table making Long Hengxu fall silent. “Start with basic science education. By the time they realize that their worldview has been reconstructed, they will already be inseparable from the technological system we provide.”

"Your subordinate is dull-witted!"

Long Hengxu bowed deeply, his face dripping with cold sweat, only to hear a slight cracking sound coming from the data panel—he had been gripping it too tightly.

The last person called was Xu Yongkang, the deputy minister of finance. As this round-faced middle-aged man stood up shakily, the jade pendant at his waist jingled. Just as he was about to speak, Chen Zhou suddenly swept the documents off the table with a flick of his sleeve: "You should know that I promoted you not so that you could actually manage my purse strings and keep an eye on those families and forces that have ulterior motives. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind having someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School take your current position."

"Yes, sir! This old servant will certainly not fail your trust, my lord!"

Xu Yongkang shuddered, quickly bowing his head in response, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He knew all too well his role in Chen Zhou's eyes—not as the true financial leader, but as a pawn used to monitor and balance the vassal forces. If he made the slightest mistake, his fate would be far more tragic than those whose families were purged.

Chen Zhou slowly rose, his black robes fluttering without wind, and the holographic projection on the table dissipated. He surveyed the crowd, his eyes swirling with light that seemed to devour everything.

"Tomorrow After, mobilization!"

"Huo Wuji, Hai Wuliang, Yun Taixi, the three of you, follow me to completely destroy Shrek Academy and annihilate those two cowardly rats who stole the core of the star and became traitors!"

The round table conference hall suddenly plunged into absolute darkness. The seven candles holding dragons went out simultaneously, but the image of Chen Zhou standing up remained on everyone's retinas—the outline of a human boy, yet in the darkness, it reflected geometric angles that transcended three-dimensional space.

"Meeting dismissed."

As those two words fell, everyone heard a crisp sound like crystal shattering. When their vision returned, the main seat was already empty, with only a few pieces of vaporizing pale blue crystal remaining on the table. These were traces left in the real dimension by the energy that had overflowed from Chen Zhou's body when he left.

Huo Wuji was the first to kneel on one knee, his molten battle aura scorching the ground with emblems of loyalty. The others followed suit, Hai Wuliang's back was shrouded in the phantom of towering waves, and Yun Taixi caused the entire hall to be filled with the sound of June snow, lightning, and thunder—this was the highest-level oath-taking ceremony on the Beast Machine Continent.

The gray clouds hung low, almost brushing against the distant power transmission towers. On the plains outside Donghai City, a dense crowd stood in square formation along makeshift lime lines, like a cut sheet of iron. The air was filled with the mixed smells of diesel generators and communal canteen meals.

The platform was made from a shipping container, with three red flags on each side. The wind was light, and the corners of the flags swayed only slightly.

The loudspeaker on stage suddenly emitted a whistling sound, followed by an electronically compressed male voice: "Attention everyone—"

The formation immediately snapped to attention, the clanging of tens of thousands of military boots like the sound of swords being drawn. The projection device on the platform hummed and started, and the holographic image in the air rippled—Chen Zhou's figure gradually became clear as the light particles recombinated. Today he was wearing a dark silver uniform, with the emblem of the Mech Beast Continent on his collar.

"Everyone."

Chen Zhou's voice, though not loud, boomed in everyone's ears—a unique way of transmitting sound, characteristic of powerful mental beings. A flock of birds suddenly took flight from the distant treetops, circling and hesitant to land, as if sensing the palpable killing intent emanating from the crowd on the ground.

"Among you are the most valiant warriors of the Beast Clan and Motorbike Clan, new troops from the East Sea, and Soul Masters recruited from the Spirit Pagoda."

Chen Zhou raised his hand and drew a cyan trajectory, the light splitting into countless thin lines that fell into each formation: "You are all sharp blades personally selected by me."

In one of the formations, a newly transformed Spirit Pagoda Soul Master suddenly clutched his right arm—the azure light had left scorching alchemical runes on his skin. He was horrified to discover that his Martial Soul was actually cheering and leaping with joy, like a hungry dog ​​seeing a bone with meat on it.

Chen Zhou continued, "From this day forward, the three continents will be united in your hands into the Holy Mech Beast Empire. Your banners will be planted across the ruins of every human city-state—"

The conversation was suddenly interrupted by the roar of machinery. At the edge of the plain, the waves of earth kicked up by the armored formation surged forward like a tsunami.

Leading the way were 108 remotely controlled, mind-controlled, transoceanic god-slaying mechs developed by Huo Tian Shu. Each mech was 80 meters tall, with blue flames spewing from its joints. The phase cannons they carried on their shoulders were charging, and the low-frequency vibrations made everyone's molars ache.

The mechs suddenly knelt down two kilometers from the formation, their metal knees creating spiderweb-like cracks a hundred meters in diameter. This action triggered a chain reaction—the aerial fortress deactivated its optical camouflage, casting shadows that covered half the plain; twelve mobile islands rose from the deep sea—modified aircraft carriers. A token appeared in Chen Zhou's hand, seemingly out of nowhere.

The token is irregularly shield-shaped, with dark red cracks on its surface, forged at high temperatures. The cracks contain flowing liquid metal, which pulsates like lava when the light changes.

A roaring beast head is embedded in the front, surrounded and covered by gears, pistons and metal pipes.

The fangs are forged from hardened steel, and the pupils are inlaid with rotating iris gears that produce a slight tremor when staring, making them appear as if they were alive.

The moment the War King's Decree appeared, all the mechanical beast warriors turned their gazes toward it.

Fanaticism, loyalty, faith...

Those gazes, some cold and some fiery, seemed intent on melting the metal imprinted with the totem of the mechanical beast.

"My people, my warriors!"

“From today onwards, you no longer need to maintain that frail physique.”

“From today onwards, you no longer need to hide your identities.”

"From this day forward, you are no longer wandering ghosts whose homes have been destroyed!"

Chen Zhou raised the War King's Token high, and the primordial energy amethyst within his body surged with pure purple light. With the infusion of energy, the War King's Token in his palm finally displayed its power to command the machine beast once again.

"Beast Warrior! Transform!"

The light emitted by the War King's Command formed an energy pillar with a diameter of one kilometer, penetrating the clouds and reaching the ionosphere.

Amidst the violent energy ripples, the bodies of tens of thousands of warriors on the plains began to undergo astonishing changes—metal gears pierced through subcutaneous tissue, hydraulic lines replaced veins, and biological tissues and mechanical components underwent a fusion and reorganization that defied the laws of nature.

"Crack!"

This is what they were originally like!

The Beastman Clan!
Among the beast race, there are the Armored Beast Tribe warriors modeled after round, beetle-like steel behemoths; and the Tiger-Leopard Tribe warriors modeled after the ferocious, swift, and powerful mecha tiger-leopards.
Among the motorcycle tribes, there are the Thunder Tribe warriors modeled after speeding sports cars; the Wave Tribe warriors modeled after police cars; the Lightning Tribe warriors modeled after armed helicopters; and the Ice Tribe warriors modeled after combat gliders.
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