Douluo: Star Crown Glory

Chapter 96: Two Armies Confronted
The three elders watched as Xu Mingxi guided the blood-red soul ring to the Star Crown, while the 190,000-year-old head soul bone belonging to the Moon-Worshiping Wolf King sank into his head.

After being surprised, a trace of worry arose in his heart. With these two powerful energies attacking him at the same time, Mingxi should be able to withstand it, right?

While Xu Mingxi was absorbing the soul ring and soul bone, the war between the three empires in the outside world had already begun. The armies of the Orlan Empire and the Otto Empire gathered together and launched an attack from the central region of the Sun-Moon Empire, trying to take Mingdu directly and completely defeat the Sun-Moon Empire.

In the Sun-Moon Empire, Xu Zilong personally led the team and called out the titles of the Sun and Silver Moon lineages, gathering the strength of the entire empire. He was determined to take down the Oran and Otto empires and unify the Sun-Moon Continent.

At this time, in the tent of the Orlan Empire, Lance was holding the intelligence about the Sun-Moon Empire's army sent back by the spies, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out.

He said that he couldn't win, but he still had to fight hard. Why couldn't he enjoy himself for a few more days? Now, he is about to become a king of a fallen country.

Lance recalled his extravagant life in the palace and even thought of returning home, but looking at the soldiers below, he knew it was impossible.

The arrow is on the string and has to be shot. If we withdraw our troops now, we will directly hand victory to the Sun and Moon Empire, and then our beautiful life may end even faster.

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

There was no way that the old man, who had devoted his entire life to the Orlan Empire, would just watch him flee in fear. As an emperor, he would rather die than bow his head.

"Elders, ministers, do you have any good strategy to help us defeat the Sun and Moon Empire?"

The soldiers sitting below looked at each other, and no one spoke first. Perhaps they also knew the huge gap between the Oran Empire and the Sun-Moon Empire, and could not think of any way to make up for this gap.

Finally, an old veteran could not stand the gaze of others, thought for a moment, and tried to speak.

"Your Majesty, this war was proposed by the Otto Empire. I wonder if they have any solution. Perhaps we can ask them for advice."

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The whole place was silent. It was not because the old minister was useless. Having fought for many years, he had a very high level of military literacy. However, the gap in strength was too huge. No matter how many plans he made, he would eventually be smashed to pieces by the opposing soul guide army.

Lan Che, who had been closing his eyes as if in a deep sleep, suddenly woke up. His cloudy eyes swept across the ministers present, and finally fell on the anxious Majesty Lance. He felt even more sad in his heart.

Seeing the elder waking up, Lance seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked him if there was any way to defeat the Sun and Moon Empire.

"I have my own way. I have a powerful soul guide passed down from my 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 said that with Your Majesty here, our Orlan Empire is invincible."

The tent suddenly became lively, and His Majesty Lance even felt a little dazed as he found himself back in the luxurious palace.

After the crowd dispersed and the generals returned to their posts, Lance looked at the clan elder Lan Che, wanting to say something but hesitating. Finally, he couldn't help but speak.

"Elder, do you really have a powerful soul guide passed down by your ancestors? How come I have never heard of it?"

"Yes, of course. This is a weapon that only we Titled Douluo 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 time, people in the tent were still asking if there was a backup plan. If not, they had to have one. Didn’t they see that the morale of the soldiers was almost broken?

He sighed and walked out, ready to face the upcoming battle, or death.

Lan Che really didn't have any powerful soul guide that could turn the tide, but if he hadn't said so, he might as well not fight. Everyone feared the Sun-Moon Empire like a tiger, and even wanted to ask about the Otto Empire's strategy, which was simply laughable.

On the other side, the newly promoted titled Tobo of the Otto Empire sat next to His Majesty Tony. Toth, the titled elder of the Otto royal family, glanced at him, but in the end said nothing. He closed his eyes and sat quietly aside.

"Come on, fellow soldiers. In this battle, our Otto Empire will surely win. Once we defeat the Sun-Moon Empire and take over the Orlan Empire, the entire Sun-Moon Continent will be ours."

"We will have to rely more on the General's strength."

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

"General will definitely lead us to victory."

Tony sat dejectedly aside and took a big gulp of the wine in the glass. He was a completely unqualified king and could not lead his subjects to build a more powerful Otto Empire.

He was particularly good at one thing, which was that he was very clear-headed. He enjoyed himself, but he was aware of the difference in strength between the Otto Empire and the Sun-Moon Empire.

The gap is not only in the number of strong men, but also in the technology of soul guides. It is a problem whether Tobo can defeat Xu Zilong, let alone hold him back.

The gap between the armies below is even greater. The soul guides equipped by the soldiers on both sides are not at the same level. How can they possibly win?

Why are they unwilling to admit the gap? Tony took another gulp of wine. Since he can't change anything, he might as well indulge in confusion and go to destruction with the Otto Empire.

The bustle in the tent had nothing to do with Tony. He walked out of the tent alone with a wine jug, but no one cared. They were all trying to please Tobo, the current leader of the Otto Empire.

He was walking in the night, looking at the little lights illuminating the army. He was distracted for a moment and was about to fall to the ground. At this moment, suddenly someone supported him from behind.

"Your Majesty, please be careful. It just rained and the roads are muddy. It is better to go back to the tent and rest."

The drunk Tony looked carefully for a moment and finally saw the figure in front of him clearly. It was his old uncle who was away from the center of power.

"Uncle, you were the one who delivered the letter to Oran before."

"It's me, Your Majesty. I really have no choice. Tobo is in control of the government, so I have no choice but to obey."

"It's alright. Now that things have come to this, I don't blame my uncle. I only blame Tobo for being so arrogant and ignorant of his own life."

His Majesty Tony staggered away, leaving the old uncle alone looking at his back and sighing.

Yes, it’s all Tobo’s fault. I hope that Your Majesty will forgive me in the end.

(End of this chapter)