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

Chapter 297 Southern Army, Surrender

When the Frost Clan's gliders broke the sound barrier, the shockwaves they generated shattered the windows of the Northern Legion's command post. These elegant killing machines swept across the battlefield at Mach 5, carrying with them an endless chill.

Frost first formed on the watchtowers of the Northern Legion. The sentries still held their hands up in a warning gesture, but their eyelashes were already covered with icicles.

The extreme cold spread at a speed that defied the laws of physics. The steel walls became brittle and cracked at the low temperature, and the energy storage cores of the Soul Guidance High-Speed ​​Towers burst open due to the freezing of the electrolyte.

"This is impossible."

The Northern Legion's commander-in-chief, Xue Feng, staggered backward. As an eight-ring Soul Douluo, his martial soul, the Icefield Bear, should have been immune to the bitter cold.

In fact, the Frost Tribe did not actually have such a strong cold wave attack. This was because Huo Tian Shu used some genetic modifications from the "Netherworld Ice Moth," a soul beast from the far north, which was recorded in the Primordial Energy Amethyst, and injected them into the Frost Tribe's motorcycle warriors. The powerful Primordial Energy Amethyst, relying on the authority of "evolution," allowed these Frost Tribe's motorcycle warriors, who were extremely compatible with the "Netherworld Ice Moth," to have mechanical derivative modifications with extreme cold attributes that defied common sense.

The temperature monitoring device at the command center emitted a piercing alarm, and the numbers were plummeting from minus fifty degrees Celsius.

Ice crystals condensed on Xuefeng's skin, and he discovered that his Icefield Bear Martial Soul was actually trembling—the instinctive fear of a lower life form encountering a predator at the top of the food chain.

"No"

When the dashboard temperature dropped below -180 degrees Celsius, the entire Northern Legion command post turned into a giant ice sculpture.

The cold wave continued its advance, freezing even the air into pale blue particles in its wake. The gliders, having completed their carnage, had already vanished, leaving behind only a trail of deathly ice.

The Frost Tribe's gliders left hundreds of frosty trails in the clouds, like epitaphs carved in mid-air by Death with icicles.

While the northern battlefield was engulfed by extreme cold, the southern battlefield was in the same state. The Lightning Tribe was not to be outdone. Like the Ice Tribe, their motorcycle warriors, modeled after armed helicopters, would invade from the south and then meet up with the Ice Tribe in Mingdu, the capital of the Sun and Moon Federation, to intimidate the high-ranking members of the Federation Council.

Unlike the loyal Northern Legion, the Southern Legion was controlled by Le Zheng'en, the patriarch of the Holy Angel Family and a titled Angel Douluo.

Looking at the ocean-going steel fleet sweeping in through the projection of the Soul Guidance Vision System, and the armed helicopters carrying lightning storms in the sky, Le Zheng'en's face inside the tent was ashen.

The battle reports on the table showed that the Northern Army had been completely annihilated, while the Central Army, which was monitoring and on guard in the east, was suffering repeated defeats.

"Report! Radar indicates that enemy aircraft are less than 30 kilometers from our positions!"

"Send an order."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Le Zheng'en's eyes.

"Southern Army Corps, surrender!"

As the patriarch of the Holy Angels family and the commander of the Southern Legion, how could Le Zheng'en not see that he was facing certain death?

If they resisted, the thunderous roar would descend like divine punishment, reaping the lives of the 120,000 soldiers of the Southern Army. He was not a coward, but as commander, he had to be responsible for the lives of his men.

"Legion Commander!"

The adjutant's face flushed red. "We still have twelve level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannons—"

"And then let 300,000 civilians perish with them?" Le Zheng'en suddenly roared, six pairs of brilliant golden wings unfurling from his back. The oppressive aura of a Title Douluo caused sparks to fly from all the instruments in the command center. "Look carefully at what's hidden in those thunderclouds!"

The holographic image suddenly magnified a thousandfold. In the gaps between flashes of lightning, tens of thousands of transforming helicopters could be clearly seen reassembling—alchemical runes flowing on their metallic shells were transforming the atmospheric ionosphere into a giant electromagnetic cage. Even more terrifying were the colossal figures faintly visible deep within the clouds: three aerial fortresses, each over a kilometer long, had completed charging their main guns.

The adjutant's legs buckled and he knelt on the ground. He finally understood why the Northern Legion hadn't even been able to send out a distress signal. "Messenger."

Le Zheng'en withdrew his martial spirit and dusted off the gold patterns on his military uniform. "Raise the white flag."

As the white banner embroidered with the coat of arms of the Holy Angels rose over the position, the thunderstorm in the clouds abruptly ceased. The Lightning Clan's fighter jets hovered in orderly formation, like a swarm of bees paused on time. This scene made all the soldiers of the Southern Legion hold their breath. An eerie silence filled the air, with only the clear sound of the banners fluttering in the wind.

Le Zheng'en stepped out of the command post and looked up at the overwhelming formation of fighter jets that blotted out the sky. His gaze pierced through the thunderstorm clouds, focusing on the three aerial fortresses. He knew he was facing not just an army, but the very will of the entire Mech Empire. Was this oppressive force worth resisting? Was it worth resisting these people?

"drop--!"

Le Zheng'en's communicator suddenly rang. After he answered, Huo Tianchu's voice came through.

"Commander Le Jung-eun, surrender."

Huo Tianchu's voice left no room for doubt, and everyone in the command room was waiting for Le Zheng'en's choice.

"We follow the will of the King of Machines. Surrender, or be destroyed."

Le Zheng'en was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Southern Legion, lay down your weapons and surrender unconditionally."

He looked at the officers before him; each face was etched with disbelief and resentment, yet also with a barely perceptible hint of relief. No one wanted to die in battle—especially not in the face of such overwhelming force.

When news of the Southern Legion's surrender reached Mingdu, the entire Sun and Moon Federation government was thrown into chaos. In the council hall, the members looked at each other in bewilderment; some were ashen-faced, while others were already contemplating how to protect their families.

"What can we do? The Northern Army has been completely wiped out, the Southern Army has surrendered, and the eastern defense line is on the verge of collapse!"

"Chenzhou's army is only 300 kilometers away from Mingdu! His mech warriors are simply beyond the capabilities of humans!"

"Surrender... Continuing to resist will only lead to more civilians dying in the war..."

"Gods above! Is this our fate?"

The head of the Huyan family suddenly stood up, glaring at everyone: "Fools! Do you think surrender will bring good results? Look at the rumors outside! In those cities that surrendered, the main officers and their direct superiors all had their soul power sealed and were left to be judged. Their military technology was disarmed, and even the energy systems of the basic cities were replaced by the Beast Machine Merchant Guild!"

The scene remained noisy and chaotic.

But many more people suddenly fell silent.

Yes, the cost of surrendering is not small either.

But... can we win by not surrendering?

The phrase "each with their own ulterior motives" was perfectly exemplified in this so-called federal parliament.

Which of you here is not the head of your family? Who would want to witness their centuries-old legacy destroyed in an instant?
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