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

Chapter 301 Can you spare the lives of my Dai clan?

With long, golden hair cascading down, the familiar, fierce, and ruthless face appeared before him once more, leaving Dai Tianling with an incredibly complex mix of emotions.

"Your Beastman Merchant Guild is truly unprecedented!"

Dai Tianling's sigh echoed in the empty hall. His gaze pierced through the towering dome, as if trying to see through the essence of this transformation sweeping the continent.

"In the face of absolute power, all struggles seem ridiculous."

Dai Tianling stroked the dented claw marks on the armrest of the throne—marks of glory left by the first Star Luo Emperor during his battle with the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, which also established the Dai clan's fixed order for hunting spirit rings. Now, that glory is fading in the torrent of steel.

Hu Shatian looked quietly at the emperor of the Star Luo Empire, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes, and slowly said, "This is the inevitable trend. If Your Majesty still thinks that our Beast Merchant Guild will be like Shrek Academy or Tang Sect, presumptuously hiding ourselves while constantly interfering in the affairs of the three great empires and remaining aloof, then you are sorely mistaken."

Sun and Moon Federation, Fighting Spirit Empire, Star Luo Empire.

Three continents, three great empires.

The Sun and Moon Federation now possesses most of the power of the Beast Machine Merchant Guild and can be unified in an instant.

News had already reached the Douling Empire that the Golden Claw God had slaughtered the Douling royal family and violently seized control of the Douling Empire, waiting only for the arrival of the East Sea Fleet's fleet to take over control of the surrendered armies and cities.

All that's missing is the Star Luo Empire.

"Brother Tiger, could you spare the lives of my Dai clan?"

Looking at Hu Shatian before him, Dai Tianling realized he had made a mistake.

How could such a powerful and outstanding person possibly submit to him?
It was just a show put on by the Beast Merchant Guild.

By sending the loyal soldiers of the three great empires to their deaths on each other's battlefields, the Beast Machine Merchant Guild could seize the entire planet effortlessly and without causing massive bloodshed.

"Would you like to preserve the bloodline of my Dai clan?"

Dai Tianling pleaded once more, his once commanding gaze now filled only with a desperate desire to survive.

Tiger Demon Heaven was still in human form at this moment, his eyes flashing with complex light.

What he hates most is betrayal!
Although he never pledged allegiance to the Star Luo Empire, it was indeed he who led troops abroad and eroded the Star Luo Empire's loyal soldiers.

Hu Shatian sighed slightly and said, "From now on, the Dai clan can only become the master's servants. From the moment they are born, they will be branded and will forever be loyal to our master."

Dai Tianling's fingers suddenly gripped the armrest of the throne, his knuckles turning white from the force. As a member of the royal bloodline that had been passed down for ten thousand years, this condition undoubtedly reduced the Dai family to complete servitude.

But what followed was a bitter smile.

What other options does he have?

Refuse
Then the Dai clan perished along with the Star Luo Empire?
Dai Tianling slowly rose, his golden robe appearing particularly heavy in the setting sun. His gaze passed over Hu Shatian, looking at the setting sun outside the palace, as if he saw the last rays of the Star Luo Empire's ten-thousand-year-old foundation.

Tiger Demon didn't urge him, but just stood there quietly, dappled sunlight filtering through the window and falling on his fierce and incomparable face.

"A tradition spanning tens of thousands of years"

Dai Tianling traced the ancient patterns on the armrest of the throne with her fingertips, "So it turns out there's an end to everything."

"Brother Tiger, may I see your true appearance?"

Dai Tianling suddenly had a whimsical idea, and a forced smile appeared on her face.

The twilight in the Star Luo Empire was exceptionally long, the setting sun casting countless long, thin shadows across the entire palace. Dai Tianling's fingertips unconsciously traced the dark gold dragon patterns on the throne's armrest, the raised lines soaked with the sweat and blood of past emperors. Hu Shatian's long, flowing golden hair suddenly moved without wind, a metallic glint flashing between the strands. He raised his hand to press against the seam of his mecha armor on his forehead; the humanoid skin receded like liquid mercury, revealing the silver-blue armor layer beneath.

As the deformed gears on the spine made a precise clicking sound, the three-meter-tall mechanical body revealed its true form in the particle recombination—a powerful torso covered by streamlined armor resembling a tiger, with sharp hexagonal shoulder armor and faint blue energy flowing through the palm cannon muzzles.

"This is it."

Dai Tianling's pupils contracted sharply as the Mechanical War God revealed its full form. He saw the amethyst core suspended within the energy core of the opponent's chest, and sealed within that multifaceted crystal was clearly the phantom of some ancient ferocious beast. Even more terrifying were the wingsuit components slowly unfolding behind Hu Shatian; each slight tremor of those metal wings, inlaid with alchemical runes, left brief spatial folds in the air.

Suddenly, the palace floor lit up with the protective array inherited from the Star Luo royal family, but Dai Tianling raised his hand to stop the automatically activated defense mechanism. He staggered down the steps, the gold-embroidered soles of his boots crushing the soul guidance circuits embedded in the floor tiles. He stopped three steps away from Hu Shatian, a distance close enough for him to clearly see his own haggard reflection in the other's mechanical compound eyes.

"Is this the real tiger?"

Dai Tianling suddenly reached out and touched Hu Shatian's arm armor; the low temperature emanating from the metal sent a chill down his spine.

"Come, grant me a glorious death."

Dai Tianling agreed to the treatment of the Dai clan. From now on, the Dai clan will only be the slaves of the Mech King, from birth to death, forever.

This is the patriarch making the final decision for his family.

And now, he is going to die as the emperor!

Dai Tianling turned around and walked towards the supreme position that she had once longed for, cherished, and yearned for.

A king has his own way of dying.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the stained-glass windows high in the main hall, casting dappled light and shadow on Dai Tianling's imperial robes. His fingertips traced the bas-relief of the evil-eyed white tiger, a symbol of the dignity of the Star Luo royal family, on the armrest of the throne. Images of his ancestors in armor, conquering the world, flashed through his mind—those magnificent epics would finally come to an end in his hands today.

"Come on, kill me."

A hint of nostalgia flashed in Hu Shatian's mechanical eyes as he said in a deep voice, "You won't feel pain."

"Storm Nebula Rift!"

Tiger Demon's mechanical arm armor suddenly emitted a high-frequency vibrating hum, and the claw blades pierced through Dai Tianling's back at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. There was no gushing blood, no ruptured organs—the Storm Nebula Rift's special effects completely disintegrated the cellular structure the moment it touched the human body. Dai Tianling's body crumbled into particles like sandstone weathered for millennia, with only the imperial robe embroidered with the Starry Sky emblem fluttering lightly to the ground.

In Shrek City, Shrek Academy, still in ruins, is largely deserted.

Some left, some fled.

Not everyone is willing to perish along with this corrupt force that has stood for tens of thousands of years.

Yun Ming stood on the pavilion of Seagod Island.

Below, Long Yeyue, Ya Li, Tang Wulin, and others stood ready.

As the sun sets, the glazed tiles of the Sea God Pavilion reflect fragmented light in the afterglow.

At dusk, the blood-red clouds surged silently, like a wound torn open by an invisible giant hand.

Yun Ming's white robes fluttered in the wind, and the Heaven-Supporting Divine Spear hummed uneasily in his hand.

　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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