Peerless: The Evil Soul Master's Guide to Saving the World

"Should we reduce the production capacity of mobile turrets, tanks, and some low-tier mechs?" Jing Hongchen was taken aback. "Why?"

"Is there any place on the entire continent that the Sun Moon Empire cannot conquer?" Xu Cheng took a sip of tea and asked leisurely.

“This…Shrek?” Jing Hongchen raised an eyebrow.

“Shrek is one, so why can’t we take them down?” Xu Cheng laughed.

"Is there divine intervention?"

"Bingo, that's right. So even if we produce another ten thousand mobile turrets, we can kill gods?"

“You mean…” Jing Hongchen understood immediately and nodded slightly: “Even if you build more low-level turrets (referring to soul tools below level six), you still can’t penetrate the god’s defense. Quantity can indeed produce a qualitative change, but it is also limited. It’s not one plus one equals two. The further you go, the more it tends to a peak, and the upper limit is locked.”

“Yes, and I didn’t say to stop production directly. Since the Battle of Mingdu, the Empire’s deterrence has covered the entire continent. If we continue to produce low-level products, it would be a waste. After ensuring a certain number to maintain the Empire’s strategic deterrence, we will invest the surplus production capacity into high-level research and development, which is what I call… Godslayer!” Xu Cheng said with a faint smile.

"Good heavens, such ambition?" Jing Hongchen clicked his tongue, but a hint of burgeoning ambition could be seen in his eyes.

The Sun and Moon Empire, having accumulated its foundation over millennia, is now experiencing an explosive leap forward.

Having just defeated the original continental alliance, the entire Sun Moon Empire has gained confidence, and now the entire empire is celebrating this victory.

Although no victor's pact was signed, the avenging of the humiliation of four thousand years ago was enough to excite most people.

"Don't stop on the mecha program, its potential is very high..." Xu Cheng pondered.

As a beneficiary of this, one naturally knows its terrifying limits.

The bottleneck for mecha right now is probably his Thunder, with his level 99 Limit Douluo combat power, which is almost the ceiling of this continent.

The limit to the mecha's strength is not the rules of Heaven, but the strength of the metal and the optimization of some soul guidance arrays. In other words, if this mecha were made by a soul master with the strength of a Limit Douluo, and with the spiritual power of a Limit Douluo, it might not be unable to withstand a demigod.

The goal now is to reach for the stars and the sea. The transformation will not happen overnight and will naturally take time. For weapons that need to be based on the ground to fight, optimization is inevitable, but we cannot be too hasty.

"Then in which direction should we develop?" Jing Hongchen pondered.

"The sky!" Xu Cheng answered without hesitation.

I had previously considered the Scepter of God, but that idea was abandoned. After all, the Scepter of God's attack range is limited to striking the ground, and now that the Sun and Moon Empire has gained an absolute advantage on the ground battlefield, there is naturally no need to continue with it.

However, its foundation, namely satellites, is a crucial link in humanity's journey to the stars.

Although many aspects of Douluo Continent defy the laws of physics and can be explained by the crude soul power system, Niu San still exists. He simply converts the flammable gas stored in the rocket's mouth into soul power and pushes it in the opposite direction, still sending the rocket into the sky.

What was extremely difficult in the original continent was not so difficult in the Douluo Continent. According to Xu Cheng's previous calculations, the soul power of just one Title Douluo level expert was enough to support the rocket to ascend into space, and even more than enough.

The existence of satellites will make it easier to establish links and communications between the Douluo plane, better control this continent, and serve as an interstellar transit station, laying the foundation for the establishment of interstellar warships in the near future.

There is still room.

Xu Cheng's eyes flickered.

"But... never mind."

He waved his hand.

Perhaps the system will provide the final product soon...

"Riddlers deserve to die!" Jing Hongchen was listening with great interest when Xu Cheng abruptly stopped, somewhat angrily saying.

"First, let's get a sense of the situation. With the advent of artificial spirit rings by teachers, the overall level of spirit masters in the Sun Moon Empire will inevitably see a qualitative leap." Xu Cheng smiled, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the entire Sun Moon Empire Royal Academy below. It was lush and green, with students playing and laughing, full of vitality. "This is the foundation of everything."

What does the empire lack most today?

Before Jing Hongchen could answer, Xu Cheng said firmly, "Talent!"

……

"Aren't they going a bit too far?"

On the throne.

Xu Jiawei gripped the handle tightly, veins bulging on his neck, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fiercely at the trembling minister kneeling on the ground below.

"Did I ask them to join the joint venture?"

"Seeing the considerable profits, they all wanted to invest in the Empire. I didn't mind because they were reclusive families who had made significant contributions to Star Luo, and even gave them some of the profits. But now? As the scam has been exposed, they are asking me for money?"

"Do I owe them something?!"

The sound echoed in the hall.

Xu Jiawei looked at the officials kneeling on the ground, and his resentment grew stronger.

Take a deep breath.

Looking out at the sky outside the main hall, ever since the Sun Moon Empire attacked his doorstep, those reclusive families and old nobles have become increasingly arrogant, disregarding him and now even demanding money from him...

A whopping four hundred million gold soul coins!
Even for the former Star Luo Empire, it would be troublesome to come up with the funds, let alone for Star Luo, whose coffers had just been emptied by Xu Cheng.

Ultimately, Xu Jiawei had already lost face when the Sun Moon Soul Guidance Group forcefully advanced and attacked the capital. In addition, the allied forces suffered a major defeat, with two of the enshrined elders killed and two severely injured, leaving his most important support teetering on the brink of collapse. Furthermore, the deception was exposed, and the capital's resources were all exposed. Now, with the accounts in deficit and numerous problems, his last remaining hope has been crushed.

"call……"

Looking down at his ministers, Xu Jiawei's eyes suddenly flashed with madness.

Are you forcing me?

Are they all forcing me?

Xu Cheng is only after my little bit of territory, isn't he? Then I'll give it up!

You bunch of leeches who leech off the empire, aren't you trying to provoke me? Fine, fine, then I'll flip the table and stop playing along!
Go play with Xu Cheng!
A smug sneer flashed across Xu Jiawei's face. Xu Cheng was not someone to be trifled with. If Xingluo really fell into the latter's hands, those so-called old nobles would not have a good end.

The ministers below exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why Xu Jiawei was laughing.

"Your Majesty, we..." the finance minister said cautiously, looking up.

"You want me to pay back the money? Dream on!" Xu Jiawei sneered.

Looking at the finance minister kneeling on the ground.

Do you really think you don't know? You beast, you've already been bought off by those old nobles.

“But…” The finance minister was taken aback, this seemed to be different from what he had expected.

"Summon the princess here!"

Xu Jiawei glanced at him indifferently, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.

"Retreat from the court..."

Then came the eunuch's shrill voice.

...(End of chapter)