Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

And the old knight, he died.

He died standing up.

Several spears pierced his chest simultaneously, pinning him to the frozen ground.

He still held his knight's sword in his hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the sky, at the sky whose color was obscured by smoke and poisonous fog.

His lips were slightly parted, as if he were calling someone's name, or as if he were reciting a prayer he knew by heart.

Eva withdrew her gaze. She turned and flew towards the Iron Gate.

Behind her, countless silver ancient mirrors emerged from the void, absorbing the remaining poisonous mist from the battlefield into their surfaces.

The vines of the Gedot still creep forward on the frozen soil, repairing the land, riddled with holes by toxins, inch by inch.

The surrendered soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire were taken into custody by the Northern Allied Forces in batches. They walked in long lines, heads bowed, past the Iron Gate Pass.

Those once gleaming silver armors are now stained with blood and dirt, and the angelic emblems engraved on the breastplates have been scratched beyond recognition.

Some sobbed softly, some remained silent, and some glanced back at the distant battlefield where their comrades lay scattered about.

……

A great victory in the North.

The news spread like wildfire, sweeping across the entire continent at an astonishing speed.

The first to receive the news were naturally the Martial Soul Empire's garrisons and intelligence stations in various locations.

The generals stationed on the eastern, southern, and western fronts looked at the thin battle report in their hands with expressions as if they had swallowed a fly.

The army of 100,000 was wiped out, and all three titled Douluo were captured.

When they saw the bolded line at the end of the battle report, "The Northern Allied Forces suffered fewer than three thousand casualties," almost everyone fell silent.

Then there's the Anti-Martial Soul Alliance.

When the news reached the Luoyingling command post, Ning Fengzhi was standing in front of a military map discussing the next phase of troop deployment with several generals.

When Gu Rong pushed open the door, his expression was extremely complicated. He was clutching a newly translated military intelligence report in his hand, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

"The Northern Territory," Gu Rong said, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraping against a stone, "has won."

Ning Fengzhi's fingers, holding the teacup, paused slightly. He didn't speak immediately, but took the urgent military report and read it carefully from beginning to end several times. Every word felt like a hammer blow to his heart. Three level 95 titled Douluo: an army of 100,000, completely annihilated. And the casualties in the Northern Territory were less than 3,000.

Three thousand against one hundred thousand.

This is not war, this is a miracle.

"Eva," Ning Fengzhi murmured the name, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

He put down his teacup and tapped his long, slender fingers lightly twice on the table. Having lived most of his life, he considered himself quite good at judging people.

He could see through Xue Qinghe, he could see through Bibi Dong, and he could see through the cunning princes of the Star Luo Empire. But he could never see through Eva.

Until now.

To defeat three level 95 titled Douluo, one must be at least level 97.

As for the upper limit, it wasn't specified in the intelligence report, probably because even the person who wrote the intelligence report didn't understand it.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt a sense of relief, relieved that Eva was on the side of the Anti-Martial Soul Alliance.

"Reply to the Northern Border." Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup again, his voice regaining its usual calm.

"Congratulations to Lady Eva on her great victory. All the supplies needed in the North, including medicines, soul tools, food, and weapons, will be allocated by the Alliance with priority."

He paused, then added, "In addition, send people to spread the news of the great victory in the north to the southern and eastern fronts."

The complete annihilation of the expeditionary force sent by the Spirit Hall to suppress the northern border was a fatal blow to the morale of the Spirit Empire. This news needed to spread as quickly and widely as possible.

Gu Rong nodded and turned to walk out the door.

Meanwhile, in the Star Luo Empire.

Dai Tianfeng held the battle report in silence for a long time. He sat on the large dragon throne in the imperial study, sunlight streaming in through the carved window lattice, casting a long shadow of himself.

The emperor of the Star Luo Empire was known for his ruthless methods and rarely showed his emotions, but at this moment, when he saw the line on the battle report, "Three Title Douluos have been captured," he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Three level 95 titled Douluo.

Including the one who was previously defeated by the Anti-Spirit Alliance, the Spirit Hall has lost four Title Douluos in this war.

This would be a devastating loss for any power.

"The Northern Territory." Dai Tianfeng put down the battle report and tapped his fingertips lightly twice on the armrest of the dragon throne.

He suddenly chuckled, a soft laugh that carried an indescribable complexity.

If this had happened decades ago, he would probably have thought it was a golden opportunity. The Spirit Hall was severely weakened, and it was the perfect time for the Star Luo Empire to launch a major counterattack.

But now he knows that he is no longer the protagonist of this war.

Eva.

This name started appearing frequently on his desk a few months ago, drawing more and more attention each time.

Chapter 523 Unrequited Love

They integrated the Northern Territory, won over Ge Duo, incorporated the old forces of Tian Dou, and now they have directly defeated three legions of the Spirit Empire, while also capturing three Title Douluo.

How many people on the entire continent can achieve such a record?

He picked up the battle report again and read the last line once more.

"Under Lady Eva's command, Dugu Bo severely injured the flank of the Spirit Empire with the Azure Phosphorus Serpent Emperor's Poison. Lady Geduo purified the battlefield with the Demon Vine Domain. Lady Eva and Geduo used the Mirror Spirit to capture Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard Douluo alive."

Dugu Bo actually went to the Northern Border as well.

The spies from the Star Luo Empire couldn't get a single clue about when this Poison Douluo was subdued by Eva.

"Someone come here." Dai Tianfeng put down the battle report, his voice regaining its usual calm and steady tone.

"Reply to Sect Leader Ning and tell him that the Star Luo Empire is willing to celebrate the great victory in the Northern Territory with the alliance. In addition, the offensive on the eastern front can be slowed down a bit. The Spirit Hall just lost 100,000 troops, so they shouldn't make any major moves in the short term. Let them catch their breath, and let our soldiers catch their breath too."

Meanwhile, in the Papal Palace of Wuhun City.

Bibi Dong stood alone in front of the huge military map.

The candlelight in the hall was almost extinguished by the fluctuations of soul power, casting a deep shadow on her exquisite face.

She held the battle report in her hand, her fingertips turning white, and the edges of the paper were already wrinkled.

One hundred thousand troops, gone. Three Title Douluos, captured. Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo—how many Title Douluos does the Spirit Hall Elder Council have in total? Three lost in this battle. Meanwhile, the casualties in the Northern Territory were less than three thousand.

Her gaze shifted from the battle report to the military map in front of her.

The North, which she had initially thought was the easiest place to settle, has now become the place that causes her the most heartache throughout the entire war.

Three legions, three titled Douluo, were swallowed up in one gulp.

Her fingers slowly traced the northern region on the map, her slender fingertips gleaming like jade in the candlelight.

To defeat three level 95 titled Douluos, it's impossible that they were only one or two levels higher.

What exactly is Eva's cultivation level?

Level 97? Level 98? Or even higher?

How much has she been hiding in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace all these years?

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, she slowly exhaled that breath of stale air, and when she opened her eyes again, the coldness and composure in her purple eyes had returned.

"Pass on the order." Her voice wasn't loud, but it made the attendants waiting outside the palace gates shudder.

"All troops stationed on the eastern, southern, and western fronts shall withdraw their defensive lines. From this day forward, no one shall launch an attack without my order."

The attendant knelt on one knee, responded with a "Yes," and hurriedly withdrew from the hall. Only Bibi Dong remained in the empty papal palace. She stood before the military map, the candlelight flickering behind her, casting a long, long shadow on the wall.

An army of 100,000, and three titled Douluo. She remembered this debt.

……

Offering Hall.

The candlelight flickered gently in the empty hall, casting the enormous six-winged angel statue on and off.

Qian Daoliu stood before the statue, hands clasped behind his back, his deep blue robe gleaming coldly in the candlelight. He had been standing there for a long time, so long that the sky outside the hall had completely turned from dusk into night.

In his hand, he held a battle report that had just been sent back from the North.

This battle report was more detailed than the one he had seen before.

It's not just a description of the battle, but also Eva's specific performance in the fight, how she used her Mirror Martial Soul, and the intensity of the soul power fluctuations she emitted when she used her soul skills.

The intelligence analyst concluded in bold red at the end: Lady Eva's cultivation level is at least level 97, and it is possible that she is at level 98 or even higher.

Qian Daoliu gently placed the battle report on the table beside him, turned around, and looked up at the six-winged angel statue.

"Level ninety-seven... or even higher."

He repeated those words in a low voice, a self-deprecating smile slowly curving his lips.

He spent his entire life in the Spirit Hall, from his youthful vigor to his current old age, witnessing countless geniuses and ambitious individuals.

When Eva entered the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace as an outsider and became the queen of Emperor Xueye, he sent people to investigate her background.

The results were very clean, as clean as a mirror that had been carefully wiped.

The daughter of a minor nobleman in the North, with decent talent and outstanding looks, was selected to enter the palace and gradually rose to the position of queen through her shrewdness.

That's it.

He didn't pay attention at the time. How powerful could a woman in the harem be, no matter how capable?

Later, Eva and Qian Renxue reached a cooperation agreement, and even after Eva gave birth to Baixue, he still didn't care.

Later, when Eva left Tiandou City to go to the Northern Territory to reunite the old Tiandou forces, he still didn't care.

The North is a barren and harsh place; what kind of trouble could a group of defeated soldiers possibly cause?

Then came the great victory in the North.

Three legions, 100,000 troops, and three level 95 titled Douluo. The entire army was wiped out, and all were captured.