Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 290 The Trampler

At this moment, countless residents of Mingdu saw this strange and beautiful pattern in the night sky. Some exclaimed in surprise, some were curious, and most were completely bewildered, having no idea what it meant.

Inside a luxurious villa on the top floor of the Mingdu Grand Hotel, a group from Shrek Academy were sitting together, discussing the upcoming Soul Master Competition.

Suddenly, the red light shooting into the sky outside the window caught everyone's attention. Everyone got up and went to the window, looking solemnly at the night sky.

"Wow, the antimatter legion, how terrifying!"

Fireworks' voice carried a hint of mockery, yet also a subtle undercurrent of vigilance.

As the Masked Fool, she was all too familiar with this mark that represented destruction.

The appearance of this mark in Mingdu means that the iron hooves of the antimatter legion are already close at hand.

Besides the fireworks, Jingyuan and Qingque also instantly recognized the pattern that symbolized destruction.

Qingque's face turned deathly pale in an instant, her lips drooped, and she cried out in her heart, "It's over, it's over! This is definitely the ominous sign the divination said! That's the antimatter legion! Sitting at the same table as those bountiful monsters! With my weak arms and legs, I probably can't even beat the lowest-ranking Void Soldier. Luckily, General Jingyuan is here too..."

She secretly glanced at Jing Yuan beside her, her eyes filled with relief. Luckily, she had a powerful backer to rely on, so she could slack off.

Jing Yuan's expression was unusually solemn. He stared at the burning tower pattern in the night sky, his brows furrowed. To him, the antimatter legion itself was not scary; what he really needed to be wary of was the person behind the scenes who commanded this legion.

"Antimatter Legion? What are those things?"

Ma Xiaotao and the others looked puzzled and turned their gazes toward Jing Yuan and Qing Que.

They also knew that asking Hanabi would likely not yield a proper answer, and that Kagemoto was more reliable.

"Hey, why aren't you asking me? Why are you only asking those two?"

Hanabi immediately started complaining, hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out, looking like she was being ignored.

"Get out of here, you little brat, I don't have time to mess around with you right now!"

Ma Xiaotao glared at her, her expression becoming even more serious.

She could keenly sense that since the red light appeared, the atmosphere in the entire Mingdu had become oppressive, and an ominous premonition spread in her heart.

"A group of disasters that will only bring destruction and catastrophe."

Jing Yuan's voice was deep and powerful, "Be prepared, this land is about to face an unprecedented ordeal."

"How interesting. It seems some people don't want to follow the script."

Hanabi patted her chest, feigning fear, but her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Hanabi, I never expected them to make their move so quickly!"

"Revelation!"

Joan of Arc suddenly covered her forehead, her body trembling uncontrollably, and her face turned ashen white in an instant.

In his mind, fragmented images surged like a tide: Mingdu had been reduced to a scorched ruin, with dried bloodstains scattered among the broken walls and rubble. Tens of millions of corpses were piled up in every corner of the city, and the once bustling streets had become a living hell. Under the blood-red setting sun, only deathly silence spread.

That deep-seated despair and wailing seemed to transcend time and space, striking her very soul.

"Little Vina, get your people ready, the fighting is about to begin."

Feixiao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the air around her seemed to freeze because of her aura.

The destructive aura that swept in from afar, carrying with it a chilling stillness and violent energy, made her blood boil.

She had a vague premonition that she might see some "acquaintances" tonight.

"This kind of pure destruction is not beautiful at all."

Vita frowned slightly, the languidness in her eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness.

Her carefully crafted debut script was completely disrupted by this sudden turn of events before it could even begin.

What she found even more intolerable was that this kind of pure destruction devoid of any aesthetic appeal was not the kind of fun she enjoyed.

"What...what is that? Saber!"

Nan Qiuqiu looked up at the eerie burning tower in the night sky, her little face filled with confusion and unease. She subconsciously grabbed Artoria's sleeve.

"Master, be careful!"

Artoria's voice carried a hint of solemnity. In an instant, her clothes transformed into silver-white armor, with dazzling light flowing across it. The Excalibur in her hand, which had been concealed by wind elements, now revealed a blurry outline.

"My intuition tells me that something extremely dangerous is approaching. Prepare for battle!"

Her eyes were serious, and the sense of crisis that stung her skin felt like countless needles pricking her, instinctively putting her into a state of high alert.

This feeling was exactly the same as when she faced her strongest enemy on the battlefield back then.

"A battle? This is Mingdu!" Nan Qiuqiu's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

Not only her, but Nan Shuishui and the other disciples of the Earth Dragon Gate were also bewildered and shocked, completely unable to understand why they would suddenly face a battle in the bustling center of Mingdu.

When Lu Jingming received the urgent message from Ju Zi, his heart skipped a beat. When he saw the blinding totem of destruction in the night sky, he instantly understood everything.

He immediately raised his right hand and called out in a deep voice, "Buyer!"

A soft green light flashed, and a goddess with white hair and green eyes quietly appeared, surrounded by a faint natural aura.

She looked at the pattern in the night sky, nodded solemnly, and said, "I understand what to do."

Before she finished speaking, her figure transformed into countless points of light and dissipated into the air, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

"What happened?"

Gu Yue, Zhang Lexuan, and the others looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt, completely unaware of what the strange signal in the air meant.

"Tsk, I underestimated this Great Lord of Annihilation."

Lu Jingming rubbed his temples, his tone tinged with a hint of helpless complaint, "As expected, you can't use common sense to understand her thinking."

Xingxiao had no interest in playing any Holy Grail War tricks; she wanted to simply sweep everything aside.

Unfortunately, with the secret assistance of the Sun Moon Empire, she had already laid out her plan, and now she truly possessed the power to sweep everything away.

What alarmed him even more was that Xingxiao completely disregarded the lives of his allies—Mingdu still had tens of millions of people from the Sun Moon Empire!

Wang Qiu'er and the others were still confused by the sudden turn of events and were trying to sort things out.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound that seemed to tear the soul apart resounded throughout the entire Ming capital.

The sound was deep and grand, like billions of stars shattering at the same time, carrying the chaos of the beginning of the universe and the deathly silence of ending everything, drilling into everyone's ears.

Then, a chilling scene unfolded—the entire space of Mingdu was like a piece of glass that had been struck by a heavy object, covered with spiderweb-like, pitch-black patterns. Countless spatial rifts of varying sizes appeared out of thin air, spreading in all directions, emanating darkness that devoured all light, with unstable energy sparks flickering at their edges.

"Boom——"

Some buildings near the cracks were torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, instantly twisted and deformed, and then collapsed with a roar, turning into rubble.

Even worse, some were cut in half by spatial rifts, with the cut surfaces as smooth as mirrors.

On the streets, people who had no idea what was happening instantly became victims.

Several unfortunate passersby happened to be in the path of the spreading crack, and their bodies were torn into pieces without warning, with blood and internal organs sprayed all over the ground, a gruesome sight.

"what--!"

"what happens?!"

"What kind of monsters are those?!"

"Murder! Run!"

The piercing cries, the terrified shouts, the desperate curses, the heart-wrenching pleas for help... In an instant, the entire Mingdu seemed to have been thrown into a boiling pot of oil, and it exploded completely.

From within the pitch-black spatial rift, figures exuding a dense aura of destruction slowly emerged.

They come in various shapes; some resemble twisted shadows, while others seem to be formed from pure negative energy, exuding a cold, deathly stillness.

As soon as these figures stepped into Mingdu, they began a frenzied, indiscriminate massacre and destruction—smashing walls with their fists, crushing passersby with their feet, leaving only ruins and corpses in their wake.

Hundreds of powerful figures instantly flew into the sky from various places; they were all powerful figures from various forces or guardians of Mingdu.

When they saw the terrifying presence pouring out of the spatial rift below, everyone's faces were filled with disbelief and horror.

"They're illusory soldiers! They really are the antimatter legion!"

Feixiao stands atop a tall building, its form upright like a pine tree.

She swiftly drew her bow and nocked an arrow, and a beam of light, imbued with immense power, instantly formed, streaking across the sky like a meteor with a sharp whistling sound.

The light arrow suddenly split during its flight, transforming into a shower of meteors that precisely rained down on a group of illusory soldiers, unleashing a dazzling light and a powerful impact.

A shower of light arrows crashed down, exploding into a shower of light amidst the swarm of illusory soldiers.

Countless phantom soldiers were torn to pieces by the rain of light and flames, turning into wisps of black negative particles that dissipated into the air. However, this loss was nothing compared to the antimatter legion that kept pouring out from the spatial rifts.

More phantom soldiers advanced, stepping over the remains of their comrades. Their dark figures flooded the streets like a tide, melting bricks and stones and annihilating all life in their wake.

"asshole!"

High in the sky, Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin's body shone with golden and silver light, transforming into two huge sun and moon discs that hung above his head.

The roulette wheel spun rapidly, spewing out billions of sharp rays of light that cascaded down like a waterfall.

The light rain crashed into the swarm of illusory soldiers, creating ripples of energy. The dark figures merely trembled slightly, strange patterns appearing on their surfaces, as they absorbed most of the energy.

Ye Yulin's face turned ashen; the energy resistance of these monsters far exceeded expectations.

"Xu Tianran! What on earth are you doing?!"

Jing Hongchen hovered in mid-air, his eyes bloodshot as he watched the antimatter legion slaughtering below.

He recognized these monsters; they were clearly weapons of war that Xu Tianran had been secretly researching. So why were they now turning their attention to attacking Mingdu?

He abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, his eyes filled with surprise and anger.

"What are you all standing there for? Protect the civilians and defend Mingdu!" Ye Yulin's angry shouts rang out like thunder, waking up the stunned Sun Moon Empire powerhouses.

As if waking from a dream, everyone urged their soul power to rush down from the sky—the Soul Saints formed a defensive formation to protect the panicked people, while the Soul Douluos gathered their strongest soul skills and bombarded the densely packed Void Soldiers. In an instant, the sky above Mingdu was filled with a network of various soul skill lights.

Lu Jingming swung his spear, and the black and red disintegrating lightning crushed a humanoid armor-like phantom soldier—the Raider—into particles, but his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Hundreds of raiders surrounded them, each possessing the combat power of a Soul King, and they coordinated perfectly as if they were one person.

“Xu Tianran cannot sit idly by and watch Mingdu be destroyed…” He stroked the black abyss white flower with his fingertips.

"Unless, he was also controlled, or... this was all within his expectations?"

"boom!"

Wang Qiu'er's Golden Dragon Spear pierced the head of a raider, and the force bursting from the spear tip shattered its core.

She withdrew her spear, looking at the rapidly disintegrating wreckage, her pretty face grave: "These fodder soldiers' defense and attack power are ridiculously strong. If this continues, our soul power will be exhausted sooner or later."

Looking around, looters swarmed the streets like ants, one wave after another.

Further away, a centaur-shaped tramp, several meters tall, was slowly advancing.

They were clad in heavy armor on their upper bodies and had bony horse bodies on their lower bodies, while the giant bows in their hands gleamed with the eerie light of wind.

A stomper drew its bow and nocked an arrow, and the raging wind elements instantly condensed into a spear several meters long, which shot towards a residential building with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

The raging wind elementals instantly destroyed the entire residential building, but fortunately, the residents had already escaped.

Elder Ling Canghai of the Wind Sword Sect instantly appeared beside the Trampler, and the aura of an eight-ring Soul Douluo erupted.

The longsword in his hand transformed into a streak of azure light, unleashing a sword aura imbued with wind attributes with all his might.

The moment the sword energy collided with the trampler's body, it only left a shallow white mark on the heavy armor.

"How can this be?"

Ling Canghai's pupils shrank sharply—his sword strike was powerful enough to cleave through a wall of fine iron, yet it couldn't even damage the opponent's exoskeleton armor.

"Elder, retreat immediately!"

Before the Wind Sword Sect disciples could finish their exclamations, the trampling creature had already turned its cold head, and a visible vortex of wind blades coiled around its right arm.

It swung its arm down suddenly, and a wind slash tens of meters long came flying through the air, leaving jagged ravines in the ground where it passed.

"The True Form of the Weapon Spirit Rifts Through the Wind!"

Ling Canghai roared, and his soul rings merged with the longsword in his hand, transforming into a giant cyan sword tens of meters long, which he held in front of him.

"Boom—" The deafening collision sound was deafening. The giant sword trembled violently as it was struck by the wind blades. Ling Canghai spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward with his sword, crashing into half of a building.

He stared at the massive crack that stretched across the street, a chill running through him: "The power of this attack has reached the level of a Title Douluo!"

(End of this chapter)