Douluo Continent: The World Shines with Stars

Chapter 96 Two Armies Clash

The three elders watched helplessly as Xu Mingxi guided the blood-red spirit ring onto the Star Crown, while the 190,000-year-old head spirit bone belonging to the Moon Worship Wolf King disappeared into his head.

After the initial surprise, a sense of worry arose in his heart. With these two powerful energies colliding at the same time, Mingxi should be able to withstand it, right?

While Xu Mingxi was absorbing the soul rings and soul bones, the war between the three great empires in the outside world had already begun. The armies of the Oran Empire and the Otto Empire gathered together and launched an attack from the central region of the Sun Moon Empire, attempting to take Mingdu directly and completely destroy the Sun Moon Empire.

Meanwhile, Xu Zilong personally led the team in the Sun and Moon Empire, summoning the titled foundations of the Sun and Silver Moon lineages, gathering the strength of the entire empire, determined to conquer the two great empires of Oran and Otto, and unify the Sun and Moon Continent.

At this moment, in the Oran Empire's camp, Lance held the intelligence report on the Sun Moon Empire's army brought back by his scouts, his face so gloomy it seemed like water was about to drip from it.

He said he couldn't win, but he still insisted on fighting. Couldn't he have enjoyed himself for a few more days? Now look what's happened, he's about to become the ruler of a fallen kingdom.

Lance recalled his extravagant life in the palace and even considered turning back home, but looking at the soldiers below, he knew it was impossible.

The arrow is already on the bowstring and must be released. If we withdraw now, we will be handing victory over to the Sun Moon Empire, and our good life may end even sooner.

Moreover, no one would let him go back. Lance looked at the old man sitting next to him. This was Lan Che, the only Title Douluo in the Oran Empire.

This old man, who had dedicated his life to the Oran Empire, could not possibly stand by and watch him flee in fear. As an emperor, he would rather die than bow his head.

"Elders, ministers, what good strategies do you have to defeat the Sun Moon Empire?"

The soldiers sitting below looked at each other, none of them speaking first. Or rather, they knew the huge gap between the Oran Empire and the Sun Moon Empire and couldn't think of any way to bridge it.

In the end, one of the veterans couldn't withstand the stares of others, hesitated for a moment, and tried to speak.

"Your Majesty, this war was proposed by the Otto Empire. We wonder what methods they have. Perhaps we can ask them for some advice."

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The entire arena fell silent. It wasn't that the old minister was incompetent; he had fought for many years and possessed extremely high military skills. However, the gap in strength was simply too great. No matter how much he planned, he would eventually be crushed by the opposing Soul Guidance Legion.

Lan Che, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly woke up. His cloudy eyes swept over the ministers present, finally landing on the anxious Emperor Lance, and he felt even more sorrow in his heart.

Seeing the elder awaken, Lance seemed to grasp at a straw and hurriedly asked him if there was any way to defeat the Sun Moon Empire.

"I have my own methods. I possess a powerful soul tool passed down from our ancestors since ancient times. As long as you hold your ground, I will definitely bring you victory."

"Your Majesty is invincible."

"Then congratulations in advance, Your Majesty."

"I always knew that with Your Majesty here, my Oran Empire is invincible."

The tent instantly became lively. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, His Majesty Lance even felt somewhat dazed, as if he had returned to that extravagant and luxurious palace.

After the crowd dispersed and the generals returned to their posts, Lance looked at the clan elder Lan Che, hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but speak.

"Elder, do you really possess a powerful soul tool passed down from our ancestors? I've never heard of it before."

"Yes, of course, this is a weapon that only we Title Douluos can wield." Lan Che glanced at him indifferently and nodded heavily. He suddenly felt sad that the Oran Empire had such an emperor.

At this moment, they were still asking in the tent if there was a backup plan. Even if there wasn't, they had to have one. Didn't they see that the morale of those soldiers was about to collapse?

He sighed and walked out, preparing to face the impending battle, or death.

Lan Che didn't really have any powerful soul tools that could turn the tide, but if he hadn't said that, he might as well not have fought at all. Everyone was terrified of the Sun Moon Empire, and some even wanted to ask the Otto Empire about their strategy, which was simply laughable.

On the other side, Tobo, the newly promoted title holder of the Otto Empire, sat imposingly next to His Majesty Tony. Tote, the elder of the Otto royal family, glanced at him but ultimately said nothing, closing his eyes and sitting quietly to the side.

"Come, my warriors! In this battle, my Otto Empire will surely win. After we defeat the Sun Moon Empire, we will take over the Oran Empire, and the entire Sun Moon Continent will be ours."

"We still need to rely heavily on the General's strength."

"Yes, General, you are the pillar of our Otto Empire."

"General, you will surely lead us to victory."

Tony sat dejectedly to the side, taking a big gulp of his drink. He was a completely incompetent king, unable to lead his subjects to build a stronger Otto Empire.

He has one outstanding quality: he is exceptionally clear-headed. While he enjoys himself, he is keenly aware of the power gap between the Otto Empire and the Sun and Moon Empire.

The gap lies not only in the number of strong individuals, but also in the technology of soul tools. For Tuobo, let alone defeating Xu Zilong, it's questionable whether he can even hold him off.

The disparity between the armies below was even greater; the soul tools equipped by the soldiers on both sides were not even in the same league, so how could they possibly win?

Why won't they admit the gap? Tony took another big gulp of wine. Since he couldn't change anything, he might as well wallow in a daze and head towards destruction with the Otto Empire.

The commotion inside the tent had nothing to do with Tony. He walked out of the tent alone with a wine jug, but no one paid any attention to him. They were all busy currying favor with Tobo, the current head of the Otto Empire.

He walked in the night, looking at the flickering lights of the army's lights, and for a moment he lost his senses. He staggered and was about to fall to the ground when suddenly someone caught him from behind.

"Your Majesty, please be careful. It has just rained, and the roads are muddy. It would be best to return to the camp to rest."

The tipsy Tony stared for a moment before recognizing the figure before him. It was none other than his old uncle, who was detached from the center of power.

"Uncle, you were the one who delivered the message to Oran before, weren't you?"

"It is I, Your Majesty. This old minister has no choice but to obey. Tobo controls the government, and this old minister has no choice but to listen to him."

"It's alright. Since things have come to this, I don't blame my uncle. I only blame Tobo for being arrogant and reckless."

His Majesty Tony staggered away, leaving the old royal uncle alone to watch his retreating figure and sigh.

Yes, it's all Tobo's fault. I hope Your Majesty will forgive this old minister in the end.

(End of this chapter)