Mu En felt himself suffocated by the tragic and heroic battle spirit surging from everyone within the Star Luo royal court. He could barely catch his breath. What else could he do? He had already said everything he could.
"Elder Mu... I do not blame you." After a long silence, the tense atmosphere in the Star Luo Palace gradually settled. Emperor Xu Jiawei looked at Mu En with a solemn expression and said in a low voice, "If I were in your position, perhaps I would have made the same choice. However..." His voice grew firm, each word as heavy as iron: "I am the emperor of the Star Luo Empire. Even if I must be a ruler of a fallen nation, I will fall by the enemy's sword, not surrender without a fight."
Mu En sighed deeply. "Your Majesty... Since you have already made your decision, this old man shall say no more. I can only admire your courage."
Xu Jiawei's gaze was complicated. Before him stood the man once hailed as the Bright Holy Dragon, one of the world's pinnacles. Yet now, Mu En was hunched, broken in spirit, a figure weighed down by endless sorrow and hopelessness.
"Your Majesty, please remember — the threat from the Sun Moon Empire is not just their five ultimate-level beings. Their soul tool technology, their mechanized armies... these are now unmatched across the continent. I have said all that I must. I only hope..." Mu En's voice trembled slightly, "that I will die before you, and not have to see the final fall of our race."
He lowered his head, no longer meeting anyone's eyes. With only his cane to support him, he turned, and under the gaze of the entire court — silent and grieving — he slowly walked out of the palace, step by painful step.
After leaving Star Luo, Mu En traveled to the Heavenly Soul Empire and then to the Dou Ling Empire, fulfilling his mission to persuade them to surrender on behalf of the Sun Moon Empire.
The Heavenly Soul Empire, like Star Luo, was shocked and frightened by the overwhelming might the Sun Moon Empire now possessed. However, they too chose to resist.
The Heavenly Soul Emperor, mourning the loss of his daughter, was burning with grief and anger. He no longer cared for life or death, and his resolve to fight to the bitter end was even stronger than Xu Jiawei's.
Surprisingly, the Dou Ling Empire chose to surrender.
It was not unexpected. The Dou Ling Empire had always been the weakest among the three nations. Facing such a monstrous force, they had no means to resist. The moment the Dou Ling Emperor realized that even the Sea God Pavilion Master of Shrek Academy had personally come to negotiate their surrender, he broke into a cold sweat and immediately understood the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation, he overruled all objections and chose to surrender.
However, the Dou Ling Empire's surrender came with a condition: they would not assist the Sun Moon Empire in attacking the Heavenly Soul and Star Luo Empires. The Sun Moon Empire, after assessing the situation, accepted this condition.
Once news spread that the Dou Ling Empire had surrendered without a fight, the entire Douluo Continent was thrown into an uproar.
Fear gripped countless hearts across the Three Kingdoms. Just how terrifying had the Sun Moon Empire become, that they could force a surrender without even a battle? Was the name "Douluo Continent" truly about to be erased from history?
Both the Heavenly Soul and Star Luo Empires denounced the Dou Ling Empire's betrayal of the continent. But verbal condemnation was all they could do. Facing the behemoth that was the Sun Moon Empire, they barely had the strength to protect themselves — how could they spare the energy to chastise others?
Meanwhile, deep within his imperial palace, Xu Tianran sneered coldly.
"So... the Heavenly Soul and Star Luo still refuse to surrender?" Sitting in his wheelchair, reading the latest report, he let out a low, mocking laugh.
Tangerine gently massaged his shoulders, smiling charmingly.
"Hehe, Your Majesty. With the strength of our empire today, losing one small country's resistance changes nothing. Winning this holy war will be as easy as turning over one's palm. Very soon, Your Majesty will reign over the entire world."
Xu Tianran chuckled lightly.
"Even so, Tangerine, we must not grow careless. Even a lion uses full strength to catch a rabbit."
Though his words were cautious, deep inside, Xu Tianran was confident. The Sun Moon Empire's victory was all but assured.
Setting aside his documents, Xu Tianran caressed Tangerine's fair hand.
"Our troops are fully mobilized. Six soul train battalions are ready, countless transport convoys have completed their logistical preparations. Victory, Tangerine — you will bring me victory."
Tangerine's smile turned brilliant, her fingers tightening slightly on his shoulders, her voice filled with fiery ambition:
"Of course, Your Majesty. Star Luo Empire... just wait."
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Sunrise City, at the Sun Moon Empire's border.
The mighty fortress city was now under complete lockdown, its defenses impenetrable. Tens of thousands of soldiers had already gathered here, waiting for the final command.
Standing atop a tall platform, Huo Yuhao and Xu Tianyuan looked down at the neat formations of fully armed troops.
Huo Yuhao could feel his blood boiling with excitement.
"The Imperial Dragon Soul Engineer Legion... First, Third, Fifth Soul Engineer Battalions... First Mechanized Armored Division... First Heavy Artillery Division..."
Reciting the names of the units amassed below, Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, walked to the soul amplification speaker, and began:
"Soldiers! I, Huo Yuhao of Mingde Hall, Chief Strategic Officer for the war against Star Luo, hereby declare: The mobilization rally for the Holy War begins now!"
Before his words even faded, thunderous cheers and applause erupted from below.
The ordinary soldiers gazed up at the youthful figure of Huo Yuhao — still just fourteen years old — with fervent reverence.
Why?
Because he was the one who had changed their fates.
In this fantastical world, the difference between an ordinary person and a soul master was like the heavens and the earth. Ordinary soldiers had long been treated as cannon fodder — expendable, forgotten. But now, thanks to Mingde Hall's sealed milk bottles and Huo Yuhao's revolutionary reforms, they had been empowered.
They could now fight. They could now kill soul masters. They could earn glory and honor.
Once the applause died down, Huo Yuhao continued, his voice ringing clear:
"Among us, soul engineers number only about three thousand. But look around you — there are fifty thousand warriors gathered here."
"In the past, commanders placed their hopes only in the soul engineers. But now — everything is different."
"Soldiers, look at yourselves! Look at the armor and weapons you now wield! Once, these were luxuries reserved only for the nobility and soul masters. Now, even an ordinary man can fire lethal soul beams, capable of slaying the proudest of soul masters from the Three Kingdoms!"
"This — this is true power!"
"Warriors of the Sun Moon Empire! Prepare yourselves! Raise your weapons! Bring honor and victory to our empire!"
The soldiers' answering roar shook the heavens.
(End of Chapter)
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