Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 955 Pre-War Declaration
Behind the sect leader of the Body Sect, the two vice sect leaders also exuded an astonishing aura.

The person on the left has a truly remarkable physique.

His height and waist circumference were almost equal, and his round, huge belly looked like it was cast in gold. The ground trembled slightly when he walked, but he had a warm smile like that of Maitreya Buddha on his face.

It was Hu Jie, the Smiling Douluo who possessed the dual martial souls of "Golden Belly and Silver Hips," whose cultivation had reached the pinnacle of Limit Douluo and who was half a step into Quasi-God.

The person on the right resembles a ferocious humanoid beast.

His muscles were bulging, and his blood and qi surged like the sea; just by standing there, the surrounding air seemed to distort slightly.

It was Aruheng who had cultivated the Body Sect's innate secret techniques to their fullest extent and had also stepped into the threshold of the god level.

Two god-level beings, seven limit-level beings, and three thousand awakened martial soul beings.

This is the foundation upon which the Body Sect stands tall in the Western Continent, unrivaled in its dominance.

"The Body Sect, all members present!" Sect Master Huo's voice boomed like a bell, carrying spiritual power that resounded in all directions. "We are willing to be the vanguard, fighting to the death!"

Immediately following, a series of heavy, orderly footsteps, carrying a strong stench of blood, approached from afar.

The dark red tide surged in silently.

That was the Blood God Legion.

The Blood God Legion was led by Legion Commander Zhang Huanyun, whose face was as cold and hard as iron. This iron army, which had been guarding the abyss passage for many years, was forged in blood and fire.

Silence is their best language; the murderous intent contained within that silence is more chilling than any roar.

At the forefront of the Blood God Legion were nine figures with distinct yet equally powerful auras.

Blood God Camp, Nine Blood Gods!
After internal purges and reorganization, the Nine Blood Gods have now become the Federation's sharpest blade and the Xu family's most loyal weapon.

The leader, Xue Yi, bore a resemblance to Xu Tiandi, with sharp, eagle-like eyes and an undisguised divine aura.

He is Xu Tiandi's younger brother and one of the top combatants that the Xu family has devoted all its efforts to cultivating.

Xue Er's aura was as solid as a mountain. Although he had not reached the level of a third-level god, he had reached the level of a priest and was a veteran general in the Federation Army.

The other seven Blood Gods are all top-tier members of the Limit Douluo class, each radiating distinct yet powerful energy fluctuations.

At this point, all the existing elite and conventional combat forces of Douluo Star have gathered here, standing solemnly between the vast sky and the solid earth of this western continent.

Emperor Xu took a deep breath and stepped to the edge of the platform.

He didn't use any amplifying soul-guided device; his pure and boundless divine power propelled his voice like rolling thunder to every corner of the battlefield, reaching the ears and hearts of every warrior:
"Fighters, compatriots, all those who stand here, ready to fight for this land beneath their feet, listen to me."

Even the clamor of the wind seemed to pause.

"Today, we stand here not because of ambition, not because of conquest, but because of survival!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a metallic clang:

"Above our heads, beyond our homes, lies the Crimson Realm, which has devoured countless stars and destroyed countless civilizations!"

"They are greedy, they are brutal, they want to turn everything on our Douluo Star—our loved ones, our home, our civilization, our memories—into nourishment for their growth, to become part of that boundless bloody world!"

"Ten thousand years ago, our ancestors paid a heavy price to temporarily keep them out!"

"For ten thousand years, countless heroes like Senior Huo Yuhao have sat in the starry sky, burning their lives to buy us this ten thousand years of respite!"

Xu Tiandi's gaze slowly swept over the faces below, some young, some weathered, some resolute, some fearful:
"Now, it's our turn!"

"This will be the most brutal battle in the history of our Douluo Star! It may also be the last battle!"

"We have no way out!" He clenched his fist. "Behind us are the prosperous capital of the Federation, the myriad lights of Douluo Continent, the scholarly and soul-guiding heritage of the academy, the soul light of the Spirit Pagoda, the smoke rising from every village, and the smiles in the dreams of every child!"

"It is everything we love, it is the meaning of our existence!"

A tragic atmosphere, like a tangible mist, enveloped the entire battlefield.

Countless people gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white.

"We may die." Xu Tiandi's voice lowered, yet it was all the more heart-wrenching. "Our blood may stain this Gobi Desert red; our bones may be buried with the sand and gravel; our names may be forgotten by time..."

"But!" He suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with light as bright as the rising sun, "Our sacrifice will bring hope of survival to our parents, our wives and children, our friends, our descendants!"

"To earn the right to see the sun rise again tomorrow!"

"To earn... Douluo Star, and let it continue to shine in the starry sky!"

"This battle is not for empty glory, but for the simplest form of protection!"

"We may fail, we may die in battle, but the soul of Douluo Star cannot be destroyed!"

"The flame of humanity, soul beasts, and all living beings must not be extinguished!" "Take up your weapons!" Xu Tiandi's voice, like the most rousing battle song, soared into the sky, "Sharpen your armor! Ignite your blood! Remember why you fight!"

"For home!"

"For those we love!"

"For survival!"

"Never—retreat!!!"

He practically roared out the last four words, carrying a divine aura and the full determination of the Federal Speaker, crashing into the depths of everyone's soul like a raging storm.

A brief moment of dead silence.

immediately--

"Never retreat!!!"

"For our homeland!!!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!!!"

The roar was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, as if a dormant volcano had finally erupted.

The voices of countless people converged into a torrent of will that tore through the heavens.

Fear was dispelled, tragedy was transformed into strength, and a fierce battle raged in every chest.

Even the most timid recruits had tears in their eyes and were shouting hoarsely!

The will to fight, like a raging wildfire, swept across the heavens and the earth.

Xu Tiandi calmed the turmoil in his chest, stepped back half a step, and gave his position to Lu Jun.

Lu Jun stepped forward slowly.

He didn't have the impassioned tone of Emperor Xu Tian. He remained dressed in white, his expression calm, yet he naturally attracted everyone's attention, as if his very presence was a pillar of strength that could stabilize the world.

"Gentlemen," Lu Jun began, his clear voice echoing throughout the surrounding area, "What Speaker Xu said is the reason why we must win. But the reality is... the overall strength of the Crimson Domain far surpasses ours. A direct confrontation would be a slim chance of victory."

His outspokenness cooled the burgeoning fervor, replacing it with a more sober and sobering awareness.

"So, I have a method."

Lu Jun raised his hand, and the Ice Abyss Sword at his waist emitted a clear and melodious sound as it slid automatically into his palm.

"It can increase our chances of protecting our homeland."

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, the blade shimmering with a deep blue light.

"One of my abilities is to turn the dead into ice golems under my control."

Lu Jun's voice was calm and even, yet he uttered the most breathtaking words.

"Ice golems are immortal and indestructible. As long as I live, they can keep fighting until they run out of their last bit of energy."

A collective gasp of suppressed breaths rose from the audience.

To die and be resurrected, then fight as a puppet?
This sounds... almost sinister.

“This means…” Lu Jun continued, “that in this war, everyone who falls can rise again, continue fighting, and continue to defend the front line.”

"Our defenses will possess extremely strong resilience and sustained combat capability."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the countless pairs of eyes below:

"But this method is too cruel and disrespectful to the deceased."

"I cannot, and will never, force anyone to accept this."

"Therefore, I need your voluntary consent."

He raised the Ice Abyss Sword, its tip pointing to the sky:
"Under the radiance of this sword, I will plant an ice golem mark on all volunteers."

"This mark can slightly enhance your combat power on ordinary days."

"Once you all perish in battle, the mark will activate, preserving your fighting instincts and fragments of your souls, turning your bodies into ice golems to continue fighting."

"This is tantamount to giving up the right to rest in peace, and not finding peace even after death."

Lu Jun's voice carried a hint of heaviness.

(End of this chapter)