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

Chapter 298 The Sun, Transformed into Armor!

In an instant, the entire palace was transformed into a steel forest.

He Caitou gasped. As a Soul Master, he knew better than anyone how terrifying these Soul Tools were—there were no fewer than a hundred Level 9 Soul Cannons alone, each capable of threatening a Title Douluo. With such a massive number, even a Limit Douluo would have to flee in disarray.

“When my father was in power, the palace was never so well-defended…” He Caitou was shocked.

What he didn't know was that Xu Tianran, who had been paralyzed from the waist down after an assassination attempt in his early years, had become obsessed with his own safety. Over the years, he had spared no expense in building this impregnable defense system under the palace.

He trusts no one, and even though he has control of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Corps, he still relies most on these cold soul tools.

Karna's anti-army Noble Phantasm destroyed above-ground structures and killed countless guards, but it failed to harm these weapons buried deep underground.

Xu Tianran, who was able to force Kong Deming to abandon his original intention and place another bet, would naturally not die easily.

He was standing in the center of the ruins, with a bowl-shaped soul tool floating above his head, releasing a dazzling golden shield that firmly protected him.

That was the "Qiankun Douzhuan Bowl," a top-tier level nine defensive soul tool, powerful enough to withstand the full force of a Limit Douluo's attack—this life-saving treasure was the very soul tool that Kong Deming had given him years ago.

Xu Tianran coldly stared at He Caitou and Karna, who were surrounded, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips: "If you dare to break into the palace, you must be prepared to die here."

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the surrounding soul-guided cannons instantly charged up, their dazzling light illuminating his pale face.

"Fire!"

As Xu Tianyuan, the leader of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guild, roared, hundreds of soul-guided cannons simultaneously unleashed destructive light.

The crimson energy flow, like surging magma, intertwined to form an impenetrable net of fire, pouring down on He Caitou and Karna.

The air distorted under the intense heat, the ground was scorched with sizzling marks by the energy flow, and even the distant smoke and dust were scattered by this force.

"Master, step back!"

Karna shouted in a deep voice, stepping forward to block He Caitou.

Two golden discs suddenly flew out from behind him, hovering in mid-air like miniature suns. The surface of the discs was covered with blazing light patterns, radiating a temperature that could melt steel.

"Sun, transform into armor!"

With the release of his Noble Phantasm, Karna's golden armor suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light like the sun.

The light spread like a tide, condensing into a thick shield around him and He Caitou, firmly protecting the two in the center.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The next moment, countless dense beams of energy rained down on the light shield.

The explosion was deafening, and the flames and smoke nearly engulfed the entire ruins. It was as if a new sun had risen over the palace.

The palace ruins, which had already collapsed due to Karna's anti-army Noble Phantasm, were now completely reduced to dust under the intense bombardment, with even the foundations being churned up to a depth of scorched earth.

"That kid He Caitou... how did he end up in the palace?"

In another corner of Mingdu, the bull horns on Xuanzi's head glowed with an eerie light, and his muscles bulged like rocks.

He unleashed a punch, and the giant fist, glowing with an earthy yellow light, sent a trampled creature flying backward, crashing into half of a tall building.

Sensing the familiar aura emanating from the direction of the palace, he frowned and his expression instantly darkened.

Karna's divine aura, like that of a sun god, is too unique. Moreover, the fact that he so openly releases his Noble Phantasm makes it impossible to mistake him.

Instead of coming to meet them, He Caitou went to the palace to cause trouble. This disregard for the overall situation angered the Sea God Pavilion Master of Shrek Academy.

"Aya, how is it?"

Han Ruoruo's voice rang out from the other side of the battlefield. She formed a hand seal, and her martial spirit, the Golden Rope, shot out like a live snake, instantly wrapping around the limbs of a trampling creature.

Energy flowed along the golden rope, firmly locking in the immense force capable of tearing apart alloy.

Wearing the Blazing Heavenly Armor, with flames burning on its surface, Ma Xiaotao leaped up and punched the bound trampler.

The phantom of the True Fire Phoenix spread its wings behind her, completely enveloping the Trampler. The raging heat distorted the air, and the Trampler's hard armor melted at a visible speed, emitting a sizzling sound.

Not far away, Aglaia stood quietly on the broken wall, her slender fingers wrapped with fine gold threads.

These golden threads, like a spider web, spread across every corner of Mingdu, taking in the movements of the entire city—the attack on the palace by He Caitou and Karna, the disciples of various sects fleeing in panic, Si Keke and Xing Jianya protecting civilians, as well as her familiar Caesar Kelidela, Sword Banner Lord Heseyin, and even Xia Die, were all within the golden threads' surveillance range.

Even Hanabi, who had strayed from the group and wandered around aimlessly, forgetting about her Master Ma Momo, could not escape her senses.

Aglaia's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Her golden threads could not only transmit information, but also find the optimal retreat route. However, at this moment, the Soul Master Corps stationed on the outskirts of Mingdu had already blocked all exits. Even if she broke through the encirclement of the Antimatter Legion, there were still four Beast King-level Soul Master Corps that had been assimilated by Xingxiao's Harmony Power, as well as other Soul Master Corps that were ready to go.

The entire capital was completely surrounded, and not even a bird could easily fly out.

The person behind the scenes was clearly determined to wipe everyone out, hoping to settle the score with this battle.

Such a powerful troop deployment, such strong confidence, and such terrifying control made even Aglaia, who had lost most of her humanity, feel uneasy.

"The situation is not optimistic."

Aglaia withdrew her gaze, her expression remaining calm, as if the desperate situation before her had nothing to do with her.

"The area outside Mingdu is riddled with ambushes, and the battle situation is extremely unfavorable for us."

With divinity far exceeding humanity, she didn't care about much, not even her own life, which she could give up at any time.

Just like before, even though she could have used Kinsei's lie-detecting ability to expose Hanabi's prank, she chose to remain silent and conceal it—neither caring about the other party's prank nor bothered to cause unnecessary trouble.

Even when facing her Master Han Ruoruo, she calmly concealed her ability to detect lies.

Han Ruoruo nodded, her expression worried, but now was not the time to think so much; the antimatter legion would not give them a moment to breathe.

Ma Xiaotao withdrew her fist, and the True Fire Phoenix gradually dissipated, revealing the charred remains of the Trampler.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes—even Aglaia said it was unfavorable, which showed just how bad the situation had become.

"There's no need to despair too much; our forces aren't necessarily at a disadvantage."

Aglaia's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, the golden threads at her fingertips trembling slightly, clearly revealing the two most intense battles to her senses—high in the sky, the azure gale of Soaring Clouds clashed epically with the Doomsday Beasts. In the ruins on the other side, Jing Yuan's golden lightning consistently suppressed Hu Lei's blood-red flames, the scales of victory quietly tipping.

In her opinion, Fei Xiao and Jing Yuan were powerful enough to rank among the top among all the strong people she sensed in Mingdu. Although Doomsday Beast and Hu Lei were strong, they were obviously inferior.

Moreover, her old acquaintances, Xia Die and Caesar Clydela, also have a powerful lineup, with even a strong person comparable to Fei Xiao and Jing Yuan in charge.

"The situation is not yet beyond repair."

Aglaia withdrew her gaze, the golden thread between her fingers slowly retracting. "At least for now, we still have room to maneuver."

Of course, she also knew in her heart that the mastermind behind the scenes who controlled everything had not yet made a real move, and had not even fully revealed his trump card.

The power of Star Howl is unfathomable. It is impossible that he could have laid such a tight net without anyone noticing. He could not possibly have only the Doomsday Beast as his trump card.

The final outcome of this chaotic battle remains highly uncertain.

More importantly, there are too many powerful Servants on the battlefield.

Their abilities are all incredibly diverse; Karna, Yae Sakura, Cú Chulainn… among these Servants, there are many whose even her golden threads cannot fully comprehend.

Every Servant could be the key to changing the course of the battle, and every small accident could tip the scales completely.

“There are too many variables,” Aglaia said softly, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

She could see the situation clearly, but she couldn't predict what would happen next—that's perhaps the most fascinating, and also the most dangerous, aspect of this war.

Han Ruoruo and Ma Xiaotao exchanged a glance, and the heaviness in their hearts eased slightly.

Aglaia's words at least prove that they are not entirely without a chance of winning.

"That's good."

Ma Xiaotao clenched her fist, and the flames on her holy armor ignited again. "As long as there is still a chance, we cannot give up!"

Han Ruoruo nodded, and Huang Jinsheng was ready to go again: "Let's find the main force and then make plans."

Without another word, the three turned and rushed to the other side of the battlefield, speeding towards their companions.

On the ruins, golden threads continue to spread silently, recording every battle and every collision.

In the western district of Mingdu, the outline of the headquarters of the Wuchang Division was faintly visible in the firelight.

This building, constructed of black iron and soul-guided alloy, stood firm like a lurking behemoth amidst the raging tide of the antimatter legion.

The moment the Antimatter Legion launched their surprise attack, Lu Jingming led everyone to retreat to this place—with top-tier Servants like Durandal and Cerberus, such a lineup was enough to deter any enemy.

Despite the overwhelming tide of antimatter forces, they were unable to break through the outer defensive perimeter.

Those antimatter legions, shimmering with a destructive glow, would be sniped by Remian if they got close, and would be killed by Durandal and Heather if they charged in.

Neither raiders nor even stronger tramplers can approach this absolutely safe area.

Xingxiao had clearly realized how difficult this tough nut to crack was, so he simply stopped deploying heavy troops and left only a small force to roam the perimeter, creating a strange stalemate.

For this reason, a large number of surviving civilians, as if they had found a beacon, flocked to the area protected by the Bureau of Impermanence.

The courtyard was now crowded with people in tattered clothes. Children huddled in the arms of their elders. Although there was fear in their eyes, the despair they had felt before was gone. At least here, they could smell the aroma of food, hear the footsteps of the Black and White Impermanence of the Impermanence Bureau patrolling, and feel a long-lost sense of security.

When Lu Jingming handed Jiang Nannan and Xiaoxiao over to Zhang Lexuan, the commoners in the courtyard were lining up to receive hot porridge.

Zhang Lexuan, dressed in a plain white robe, was personally wiping the dirt off a child's cheek. Behind her, members of the Impermanence Division and the Ordinary Alliance were busy treating the wounded. Although the area was crowded, it was orderly.

"Make sure they are settled in properly and that no unrelated people disturb them."

Lu Jingming said softly to Zhang Lexuan.

Zhang Lexuan nodded in agreement, her gaze sweeping over the bluebird and pine bird in the distant corner.

Qingque was dozing off, clutching the jade pendant. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her serene profile. Songque, meanwhile, was squatting on the ground, drawing funny faces on the children with a twig, which elicited bursts of laughter.

These two Servants exuded a lazy, indifferent vibe throughout, neither participating in the fighting nor vying for the Holy Grail, as if they were just tourists visiting Mingdu.

Lu Jingming didn't care about this.

He never intended for all Servants to fill the Holy Grail, especially these two incredibly lazy ones.

He slowly walked up to the rooftop, the evening breeze lifting his robes to reveal the stigmata on his arms.

Looking up, the night sky over Mingdu was dyed crimson by the firelight, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood—this was the moment when negative energy was at its strongest.

This Holy Grail War has long since deviated from its original course.

The negative energy overflowing from the Tomb of the Gods from the black hole was like adding fuel to a fire, instantly filling the energy pool that was originally used to condense a single god's position.

According to the original plan, he needed to make all the Servants fight to the last one, and use the negative energy of the dead Servants as a catalyst to condense a sea god position at the first-level god level.

But now, the abundance of energy has given us room to turn things around.

There's no need to kill all the Servants; after feeding back to the planet, the excess energy could even be used to condense more than one godhood.

The original plan also needs to be changed. Although the negative energy in the black hole disrupted Lu Jingming's original Holy Grail War design, there is good in bad.

The downside is that the Servants are all excessively powerful, and there's a possibility that Douluo Continent could be ruined. The upside is that there's an energy surplus, and after the planet evolves, there will still be a lot left over, allowing for the formation of more godhoods, and it won't be necessary to kill all the Servants.

In this way, Zhang Lexuan and Xu Jiujiu and the others would not need to have their followers fight to the death to determine the final victor.

The wind chimes on the edge of the rooftop tinkled softly, and Lu Jingming's gaze seemed to pierce through layers of space, landing on some unknown dimension.

He could "see" Xingxiao's movements—the Great Lord of Annihilation had never appeared, yet he was like an invisible shadow, greedily absorbing the negative energy from all over Mingdu.

The slaughter and destruction of the antimatter legion, the cries and despair of the civilians, the anger and fear of the soul masters... all the negative emotions were transformed into nourishment for her power.

Summoned Memory Servants are inherently condensed negative energy; by absorbing more negative energy, they can grow stronger without limit.

(End of this chapter)