Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1639: A Comprehensive Review of the Series of Wars

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The hall was still dusty.

The council chamber reeked of blood mixed with the smell of freshly applied mud and ash.

Zhao Deyun pushed forward a list: "Aunt Xin, Qiyuan, this time three Soul Saints will be added: Lin Jingshuo (Red Maple Branch), Yang Zhihe (Firefly Lamp), and Shi Mingrui (Rock Flower). They will arrive in a few days."

"More Soul Saints will arrive in succession. If there are any newly promoted Soul Douluo in the Vine Sea Secret Realm, they will be dispatched here first."

The ancestral land originally had eleven Soul Saints: three guarded the Tosk property, three went to Tenghai for further study, and the remaining five guarded the mountain.

The standard configuration is actually ten, and Shen Tu Li was an unexpected bonus.

Mo Qiyuan glanced at the names, his still-healing shoulder arm resting on the edge of the table. "Of the five, only two remain from this battle."

His gaze returned to the list: "The Demon Dragon Army has lost three mid-level Soul Douluos, plus more than two hundred elite evil soul masters. They are almost completely wiped out. They can lick their wounds for a while, but they won't be able to cause any trouble in the short term. This arrangement is feasible."

Mo Qiyuan paused, placed the list under the paperweight, and tapped the three characters "Rock Flower" with his knuckles: "The martial spirit of the Shi family is just right to reinforce the stronghold of the mountain pass fortress."

According to this plan, within five years, the ancestral land will have a manpower led by one titled Soul Master, four Soul Douluos, and eight high-level Soul Saints or above, with the Moon Palace as an external support, giving it a certain degree of security.

The ancestral land is extremely important, overseeing all of Tosk's industries, training bases, and holding a crucial strategic position, no less important than the Duke of Chang'an's mansion.

Zhao Deyun's gaze swept across the broken walls and ruins outside the window. "This year has truly been a turbulent one; there has never been a moment of peace."

Counting on one's fingers, from spring to mid-autumn, the forces led by the Chen family and the Crimson Church represented by the Demon Dragon Legion fought one battle after another, tearing each other apart.

In just a few months, they have fought eight tough battles: the Battle of Zhongnan Mountain, the ambush to hunt down Chen Cong and Chen Yu, the bloodbath at Haihu Manor, the night raid on Chen Mansion in Tiandou City, followed by the massacre of Luo uncles and nephews at Monkey Mountain, the cutting off of Chen family's transportation line, the surprise attack on Xingluo stronghold, the chaotic battle at Yuehui Medicine Market, and now the battle on their ancestral land.

It's a classic case of revenge begetting revenge!

In conclusion, the Chen family managed to gain some advantage.

On the dragon legion's side, large chunks of flesh and blood were indeed devoured.

At the Title Douluo level: Yan Wufeng lost both arms, and Yan Jiu, Yan Choulong, and Xiong Ba perished.

Jiang Maoxing was severely injured by Xuan Zixian. Tian Shuang Yue Lun almost cleaved him in two, but fortunately he escaped intact, without losing any parts, though he was left with a disability.

Thirteen Contras were lost in total (five in Haihu Manor, four in Tiandou City, one in Yuehui Medicine Market, and three in the Ancestral Land).

More than thirty Soul Saints were killed, and the two strongholds of Fasno and Basque were completely wiped out. More than a thousand core members of the Demon Dragon Guard and Evil Soul Masters died in battle.

This kind of loss is more than just a crippling blow; it wiped out the entire fortune of a slightly weaker top-tier power.

Not to mention that in the attack on Tiandou City, the Luo family uncle and nephew, Yuwen Changtai, and thirteen Soul Douluos and sixteen Soul Saints from other legions were also lost.

But the Crimson Church is ultimately a behemoth standing behind the Spirit Hall.

If the Chen family were to crash into it alone, although they wouldn't be crushed to pieces, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, the Chen family themselves were also bleeding profusely.

In Title Douluo: Chen Yu became a vegetable, Zhu Hongzhen's martial soul was destroyed, and Chen Cong and Chen Qiujun were seriously injured;

In Contra: Feng Yangbo died in battle, and Chen Hanxin and Feng Shuiyao were seriously injured and needed long-term recuperation;
The Soul Saints suffered heavy losses, losing six of them.

The number of combat personnel at or below the Soul Emperor level (30 or more) has exceeded 1,000.
The economic losses exceeded fifty million gold coins (plus the losses in the Ancestral Land and Moonshine Medicine Market), giving the people in the Ministry of Finance a real headache.

The reason they were able to fight to this extent was because of their hard work and dedication. They secretly infiltrated the core of the church to steal secrets, allowing the Chen family to gain the upper hand in the shadows and hunt down their prey everywhere.

Furthermore, they forged numerous allies and ganged up to attack each other.

After this battle, the main branch of the Chen family has firmly entered the top of the Crimson Church's list of those to be eliminated. Whether they can still retain the convenience of this treacherous "dark" existence... remains to be seen.

A breeze seeping in through the window rustled a corner of the list on the table, and Xia Ruxin raised her hand to press down on the paper with "Lin Jingshuo" written on it.

The edge of the paper scraped against my fingertip, its hard, rough texture pricking me.

She knew that the Dragon Army was licking its wounds, and that those in the Crimson Church who sat behind the scenes would definitely review and analyze the events afterward, thoroughly investigate the intelligence network, and find out every trace of the leak.

The words Xuan Zixian whispered as he left echoed in her ears: "Next time, their knives will only stab more accurately and more ruthlessly."

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Mo Qiyuan's shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and his voice was low: "Next... how does headquarters deal with those lunatics?"

Zhao Deyun didn't look up, but tapped a few dotted lines on the table with his fingertip: "The main branch has decided on a new strategy."

He recounted the meeting Chen Cong and the others had held regarding the strengthening of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the integration of the intelligence front, and so on.

A cold wind blew in through the window. Xia Ruxin, who was in the main seat, nodded upon hearing this: "Opening up another intelligence battlefield? That makes sense."

"As long as we force the other legions besides the Demon Dragon Army to refrain from taking action, given the mess they've left behind..."

She slightly raised her chin, "I can't bite into us for now."

Leng Buqun was also there, leaning back in his chair, his face devoid of warmth: "Quite shrewd."

"There are fires burning in many parts of the mainland right now. We're pouring fuel on these fires, and those forces should thank us for our 'sincerity'."

A few suppressed coughs and wheezes came from afar.

Chen Hanxin leaned back in the recliner, her face ashen, her voice broken: "Drag...time! That's exactly what we need...a method that works, but we need to...add more..."

With each word spoken, the rise and fall of the bandages on his chest triggered a dull ache.

Leng Buqun turned his gaze to Zhao Deyun, his tone slightly somber: "It's easy to talk about things superficially, but it really hurts when the knife falls on your head."

"The Moonlit Medicine Market may be small, but even if the Demon Dragon Army were to lose a few more pieces of its wealth, it would still be a formidable force."

"What did the main branch say?"

This question touches on their very core.

Zhao Deyun's face remained unchanged, but his fingers twirled a rough stone used to press the scroll: "It was Young Master Xiaojun's idea. Fifth Master (Chen Zhang) has been in contact with His Excellency Russell, the ambassador of Seagod Island."

"Poseidon Island holds a 10% stake in the medicinal herb market. The market is currently under threat, and simply supplying seafood is not enough. We should contribute to its safety."

He paused, then said, "They agreed. Once the Heaven Dou Royal Family has been notified, they will immediately send a team, led by Soul Douluo and Soul Saints."

"I believe the matriarch (Bo Xian'er) would also agree."

"How much? To be allocated to Moonshine City?" Leng Buqun raised an eyelid.

Zhao Deyun's lips curled slightly, "One Soul Douluo, plus at least two Soul Saints leading the charge."

"So many?" Leng Buqun hadn't expected this.

Zhao Deyun chuckled on his cold face: "They're shrewd. Don't forget, they're the Church of the Sea God. The East China Sea is right outside Moon Bay, so they can preach their faith there."

“In the past, they were powerless because of the long sea journey. They could travel to the East China Sea via the mainland and regain the land where they had lost their faith.”

Leng Buqun was slightly taken aback, then burst out laughing: "You can play like this? Okay, the Poseidon Island brand... it's really impressive!"

These are all things for later.

(End of this chapter)