Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 294 Pressure from the Twelve God Kings

Harosa sat enthroned on the throne of reincarnation, his gaze like a calm, deep pool, slowly sweeping over the more than five hundred subordinate gods standing below.

Looking at these faces, some resolute, some fervent, some composed, and feeling the aura emanating from them that was so closely connected to the God Realm of Reincarnation, a sense of pride and confidence, stemming from absolute strength and profound foundation, welled up within him.

This is the foundation he created and led to glory!

His voice echoed in the magnificent temple, carrying the majesty befitting a god-king, yet strangely containing a hint of warmth towards his subjects: "The purpose of summoning you all here today remains clear—to prepare for war."

The two simple words sent a chill down the spines of many gods from Douluo Continent below, as if they had a premonition of something.

Harosa continued, his voice steady yet possessing a penetrating power that seemed to pierce through history: "Most of you originated from the Douluo Continent, and you know more or less about the history of that land. Once upon a time, every god who was born regarded ascending to the Douluo God Realm as their final destination. However, the Douluo God Realm was once far away due to the turbulent flow of time and space, disappearing into the vast sea of ​​stars."

He paused slightly, allowing all the gods to process this known information, before throwing out the crucial point: "And in the not-too-distant future, the departed Douluo God Realm will return once more! Moreover, it will not return alone, but as part of the 'Great God Circle,' carrying the power of other lost god realms, becoming even stronger!"

The unfamiliar term "Great God Circle" carries a heavy weight, settling into the hearts of every god.

Harosa's voice remained steady, yet it struck like a heavy hammer: "Barring any major unforeseen circumstances, they—will have twelve god-kings."

"The Twelve God-Kings!"

The impact of this number was enormous. Even those who had full confidence in the Samsara God Realm, upon hearing this number, many gods, especially those of lower and middle ranks, couldn't help but feel a tightness in their chests and their breath caught in their throats.

The atmosphere inside the temple instantly became even more tense, as if an invisible gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Harosa quietly observed the reactions of the gods below. He saw solemnity, worry, and the instinctive tension of facing a powerful foe, but to his satisfaction, he saw no fear in the eyes of any of the gods!

All that remained was an increasingly resolute gaze and a quietly clenched fist. This was a manifestation of absolute trust in one's own strength and in one's leader, born from the baptism of war.

"Of course," Harosa's voice rang out again, carrying a reassuring quality, "you need not worry too much."

He held up one finger, his tone resolute: "In a battle comparison below the God-King level, my Samsara God Realm will crush its opponent!"

This is not blind confidence, but a clear understanding of its own divine system, soul-guided technology, and the average combat strength of its gods.

The continuous conquests and devouring of the Abyss and the Dragon Horse Galaxy have already honed the basic combat power of the Reincarnation God Realm to a level far exceeding that of ordinary gods.

His gaze swept over the eight God-Kings at the forefront, his voice rising with an undeniable resolve: "As for the God-King level, my Samsara God Realm also has eight God-Kings in command! They are no weaker than our opponents! This will be a war concerning our survival, and the continuation of the Samsara lineage!"

He stood up, an invisible pressure spreading out like a tide, his voice like a war drum resounding deep within the souls of every deity: "In the days to come, I urge you all to sharpen your blades and slay the invaders!"

"Sharpen your blades! Slaughter the invaders!!"

The roars of the five hundred and thirty-two gods converged into a torrent of will that tore through the clouds, echoing loudly within the Temple of Reincarnation, causing the runes on the temple walls to glow faintly!

This shared hatred of the enemy and the determination to fight to the death is the strongest weapon in the Samsara God Realm!

With the mobilization complete, Harosa waved his hand. The gods, filled with excitement, quickly and orderly withdrew from the temple, returning to their posts to begin intensive pre-battle preparations. Soon, only eight god-kings remained inside the temple.

The somber atmosphere did not dissipate with the departure of the ordinary deities; on the contrary, it became even more intense.

Yali spoke first, walking to Harossa's side, her beautiful face showing concern and a hint of barely perceptible worry: "Husband, just how strong are the twelve God-Kings of the Great God Realm? How confident are we?"

As the goddess of life and order, she was well aware of the destructive power of a battle between gods and kings, and was even more concerned about the dangers of this battle.

Harosa gently took her hand, shook his head, and said frankly, "I cannot fully know her exact level of strength either."

However, it's certain that those who can transcend their respective planes and converge into a "great god circle" are all exceptionally talented individuals, and their formidable strength is undeniable. Especially Tang San, who holds the dual godhood of Sea God and Asura God; his strength among the twelve is likely the strongest.

He didn't have detailed memories of the power of the God Kings in the God Realm, but based on common sense and his understanding of the concept of "protagonist," he would never underestimate anyone.

"As for confidence—" Harosa looked at each of the God-Kings present, his gaze sharp yet calm, "it's not that I fear them. My Samsara God Realm has experienced countless battles and possesses profound strength; we are not to be trifled with. This battle, however difficult, we have the power to fight!"

Just then, the Demon Emperor, who had been silent all along, suddenly became more intense with his chilling killing intent.

Her eerily beautiful face was now covered in frost, her scarlet eyes churning with deep-seated hatred, and her voice sounded like it came from the coldest abyss: "Tang San—leave him to me."

These four simple words contain a blood feud that even the most powerful galaxy could not wash away.

Harosa looked at her, his gaze calm and unwavering, and bluntly stated the reality: "You can't beat him."

The Demon Queen's body trembled slightly, her nails almost digging into her palms, but she stubbornly raised her head, her voice hoarse and resolute: "Then I'll—bite off a piece of his flesh!"

Standing beside her, Ye Lan frowned slightly, gently reaching out to take the Demon Emperor's cold hand, silently conveying comfort and signaling her not to let hatred cloud her judgment.

Harosa did not continue the topic, knowing that the deep-seated grudge between the Demon Emperor and Tang San could not be resolved with words.

He turned to look at the crowd and began to briefly describe what he knew about the general characteristics and abilities of the twelve god kings of the Great God Circle.

From the purifying holy light of the God of Light, Longbow Wei, to the ultimate power of the God of Destruction, Zhou Weiqing, from the mental control of the God of Emotion, Dai Yuhao, to the unique law domains of the Mad God, the God of Death, and the Immortal Emperor—

Even without detailed explanations, these titles and rough descriptions alone were enough to make the seven god-kings present feel immense pressure.

Twelve God-Kings, twelve completely different yet all supreme paths of law—this is undoubtedly an unprecedentedly tough battle.

Silence fell over the temple, with only the silent flow of the laws of reincarnation.

Each god-king's face was filled with solemnity as they silently weighed their potential opponents and pondered countermeasures.

The air was thick with a sense of impending doom, like the wind howling in the wind before a storm.