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

Chapter 300 Recording Crimes

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer's chain was taut, leaving a distinct bloody mark. He could hear the slight pressure on his throat bones causing them to creak under the strain, and a bloody, thread-like warning stretched across his vision.

"I request an audience with the King of Mech Warriors—I am willing to... atone for my sins."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer closed his eyes and remained silent in front of the gaunt-faced old man in white robes, while Huo Tian Shu's electronic eyes merely flickered slightly: "Three minutes."

He neither rejected nor agreed.

But the aerial fortresses in the sky continued to build up their firepower.

The members of parliament were on edge, their lives hanging in the balance. The invisible pressure almost crushed their spines. Some collapsed to their knees because their legs gave way, while others gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, but none of them dared to take a single step back.

Qian Gu Die Ting lowered his dragon-patterned staff, glanced at the Finance Minister's purplish face, and finally withdrew his strength: "Record the charges."

Before he finished speaking, binding halos from all directions sealed off the soul power of everyone present. Even the four Guardian Douluos were unable to move an inch under the suppression of the mechanical warriors.

Inside the parliament building, layers of signal shielding arrays were erected, completely eliminating any possibility of escape.

As the Speaker of the Federal Parliament knelt, his thumb dug fiercely into his palm, letting the blood drip onto the old white stone steps: "This sinful subject... surrenders the city!"

As he proclaimed this, a transparent alchemical matrix in the sky suddenly began to rotate and light up. This grid-like energy field, suspended in the highest point of Mingdu, slowly turned like a galactic gear, eroding the fortune that rightfully belonged to the Federation.

The white-robed old man's beard trembled violently in the wind blades, and his withered fingers suddenly plunged into his own chest. As he pulled out his bloodied heart, the organ transformed into an hourglass of starlight flowing in his palm. "Using the soul core as a catalyst—"

The instant the hourglass turned, all the paving stones in Parliament Square stood upright as monuments, and the light emanating from the inscriptions tore the projection of Fire Sky Pivot to shreds.

The remains of the four Guardian Douluo suddenly floated into the air, assuming a prayer posture like puppets controlled by invisible threads. Silver threads emerged from their cracked skin, weaving into a net that enveloped the entire parliament building in a giant cocoon. Emerging on the surface of the cocoon was the old-style military insignia used by the first generation of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Corps during their conquests.

"Stardust Sacrifice!"

The dragon-coiled staff of the Ancient Pavilion slammed heavily onto the ground. "These old bastards have sealed the spirits of the fallen heroes of past dynasties inside the building!"

Qian Gu Die Ting immediately donned his battle armor and flew away from the area with a group of motorcycle warriors.

An ancient aura is awakening.

The mechs on the plaza suddenly collapsed to their knees, their outer armor uncontrollably deforming back to its initial state. Even more terrifying were the aerial fortresses; the energy gathered at their cannon muzzles was forcibly reversed and flowed back, the fireballs from their engine nozzles exploding one after another like the wailing of dying beasts.

A crystalline crown is forming at the top of the cocoon, and a power ripple that transcends the level of a Title Douluo causes the space to fold.

The backup projection of Huo Tian Shu had just appeared in mid-air when it was shredded into data stream debris by the spatial folds.

"The Lord is right."

On the command ship several kilometers away, Huo Tian Shu's main body rose from the liquid metal tank. The monitoring screen showed that the spacetime curvature of Mingdu was undergoing a dramatic change. Those silver threads were not creations of soul power at all, but rather compressed spatial rifts. "Back then, the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Corps actually refined the remains of space-type soul beasts into building foundations."

He pressed the scarlet button on the control panel, and three missiles engraved with anti-god patterns were launched from the stern launch cell.

The clouds above Mingdu suddenly burst into flames. The moment the first missile struck the cocoon, a black hole-like vortex exploded at the point where the finger bone and the silver thread made contact. Amidst the greedy sucking sounds, countless heroic spirits screamed as they were dragged out of the cocoon. These translucent war ghosts twisted into pretzel shapes within the vortex before shattering into the most primordial particles of soul power.

The second missile pierced straight into the shell. After three seconds of silence, the entire parliament building crumbled like a ball of paper being squeezed by an invisible hand, its structure folding in a geometrically unnatural manner. Through the distorted windows, one could see panicked members of parliament fleeing inside, their bodies undergoing a similar folding process—some were horrified to find their left hand protruding from their right shoulder blade.

The third missile paused for a few seconds just before hitting the cocoon. Hundreds of Soul Masters, hovering in front of the building, were forming a human wall with their flesh and blood. The Soul Saints at the front had their entire soul bones exposed, and the radiant wings behind them were constantly shedding burning feathers. The city defense army's battle flag was stuck in the gaps of the leader's shoulder armor, and the pattern of the sun and moon shining brightly could be faintly seen on the tattered flag.

Huo Tian Shu's metal finger hovered above the detonation button. Through the images transmitted back by the spatial traction device, he saw that there were many men and women who looked like ordinary civilians behind the human wall.

These people's bodies also began to crystallize, clearly indicating that the cocoon was absorbing life force.

"The will of the Lord cannot be disobeyed."

Huo Tianchu watched the scene unfold before him silently, then said, "In three minutes, Mingdu will be destroyed. Those who remain should take care of themselves."

The motorcycle warriors withdrew from Mingdu, and Qian Gu Die Ting also led a group of soul master troops and mecha troops to retreat.

Looking at the white-robed elder who had sacrificed his life without any effect, the other three Guardian Douluos, their expressions filled with pity, gazed at the human wall ahead and said, "Run for your lives."

Three minutes later, the third missile, gleaming with the sharpness of a judgment, detonated precisely with an error of one in a billion.

No one can describe the scene at that moment.

The first thing to crumble was the concept of sound—the entire capital was shrouded in absolute silence, even the vibration of air molecules was imprisoned by some force. The silver cocoon of the parliament building, as if touched lightly by the finger of a god, began to collapse in a fluid-like manner from the top. The soul masters who were desperately burning their soul power still maintained their shouting postures, but were frozen in place like insects in amber.

This was followed by a burst of purple light that tore through the dimensional barrier.

This light, which does not conform to any known spectrum, bursts out from the collapse point, and wherever it passes, matter and energy are transformed into the most basic data chain.

The Soul Master's body unfolds layer by layer like a compressed package being decompressed, revealing the original source code of the Martial Soul hidden within the flesh and blood.

Steel structures, however, reveal defects in their molecular arrangement under the onslaught of data flow, and then dissipate like sandcastles being swept away by the tide.

A city that has stood for thousands of years was wiped out, as if it had never existed.
On the other side, in the Star Luo Empire's imperial palace.

The once magnificent palace is now eerily empty and desolate.

The once indomitable guards had long since been dispatched away from the palace.

Dai Tianling, dressed in a robe symbolizing the supreme power of the Star Luo Empire, sat quietly on the throne that had remained unchanged for decades, his eyes closed as he meditated, seemingly waiting for something.

"I apologize for keeping Your Majesty waiting."

A deep, magnetic voice came from behind him, and Dai Tianling opened his eyes with a sense of relief.

　Today we'll cover the basics in two chapters, plus the four chapters we still owe, making a total of six chapters.

　　All six chapters have been updated.

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