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

Chapter 425 The Army of the Sun and Moon Empire
The Sun and Moon Empire, a massive military assembly area outside the Ming capital.

The oppressive atmosphere was almost tangible, making it hard to breathe.

On the high platform, Ju Zi, dressed in military uniform, was expressionless. Her once lively eyes were now like a frozen lake, reflecting the terrifying military formation below that could terrify any opponent.

The first thing that catches the eye is the uniform, metallic legion of Soul Masters.

Tens of thousands of Soul Masters, at least at the fourth ring level, wore standard Soul Guidance Armor and wielded the latest Soul Guidance Ray Guns or Energy Concentration Cannons.

They remained silent, their soul power fluctuations merging into an invisible force field that even caused the light above them to distort slightly.

This is the foundation upon which the Sun Moon Empire swept across the continent. Now, with the technological catalysis brought by the Great Lord of Annihilation, the sophistication of its equipment and the synergy of its soul power have far surpassed any previous era.

Beyond this ocean of Soul Masters lies an even more awe-inspiring steel jungle—the mech legion.

Thousands of colossal structures, some reaching over ten meters in height, stand majestically, their cold metal shells gleaming with a chilling luster in the sunlight.

They come in various shapes and sizes; some carry giant cannons powerful enough to blast down city walls, while others have their arms modified into high-speed rotating chainsaws or huge alloy claws, with a low, hydraulic hum emanating from their joints.

These war machines are the product of the combination of soul guidance technology and otherworldly metal craftsmanship. Each one possesses destructive and defensive power comparable to a high-level Soul Douluo, and is a mobile fortress born purely for destruction.

However, what is even more frightening and unsettling are the antimatter legions that roam the flanks of the legion, seemingly emerging from the abyss.

They are neither purely mechanical nor living beings, but bizarre entities composed of twisted energy and dark matter.

Wherever they passed, even the air seemed to be eroded by some kind of negative energy, becoming cold and lifeless.

They are the vanguard of the Great Lord of Annihilation, pure messengers of destruction, whose very existence is constantly dismantling the surrounding laws of matter and energy.

Above all of this was a massive, sky-obscuring fleet of floating warships.

Dozens of giant warships, hundreds of meters long, hovered high in the sky. Their thick armor, towering cannons, and complex soul-guided runes flashing on their hulls proclaimed their unparalleled air superiority and devastating firepower.

They were like moving steel mountains, casting shadows that covered most of the gathering area.

Even more unsettling is the fact that enormous shadows loom and swirl around these floating warships in the clouds.

Those were Doomsday Beasts—massive biological weapons with dragon-like features. Their scales shimmered with a metallic sheen, their claws and beaks were strong enough to tear through the toughest armor, and their mouths were emitting ominous, dark red energy breath.

They are the fleet's most loyal and terrifying guards, their roars like death knells, foreshadowing the end of civilization.

Orange stands here, commanding this force capable of overturning the continent's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure).

After the Holy Grail War ended, her contract with Starscream was theoretically terminated.

That Great Lord of Annihilation was too powerful; the so-called contract could not bind her in the slightest.

Orange should have been like those assimilated people in Fire Phoenix Douluo, becoming a member of the Star Roar Destruction Army without any independent consciousness.

Strangely, Xingxiao did not do that. Instead of abandoning or assimilating her, he allowed her to sit on the throne of the commander-in-chief of the Sun Moon Empire's three armies.

She didn't understand why she had already lost her usefulness to Xingxiao.

In another dimension, two transcendent beings were watching all of this.

"Your little toy seems quite puzzled."

Huanlong leaned back lazily, as if watching an interesting drama, a playful smile on her lips.

Her eyes, which could see through people's desires and fears, easily captured the confusion and bewilderment deep in Orange's heart.

"Oranges..."

Xingxiao's voice was cold and flat. She stretched out her finger and casually drew a line in the air in front of her. Space was torn open like a curtain, revealing the boundless starry sky outside and the Douluo Star that was undergoing subtle changes.

“She is ‘his’ person. Since ‘he’ wants to use us to advance his plans, then we will go with the flow and let him use us.”

The Douluo Continent of today, after being transformed by Ruan Mei and having its own status elevated, is no longer what it used to be.

The space is more stable, the material structure is more robust, and the energy level has been greatly improved.

This planet is now capable of supporting the arrival of a god-like being without causing rejection or collapse by the will of the plane.

However, Xingxiao and Huanlong, these two Great Lords of Annihilation who have witnessed the birth and death of countless worlds, are unwilling to set foot on it easily.

They saw through the true nature of the planet at first glance—it had been transformed into an enormous celestial computer.

Under the shadow of that almost limitless computing power, once they step into Douluo Star, whatever they do is like moving pieces on a chessboard that has already been laid out. Every move they make may be calculated, deduced, and even incorporated into the opponent's plan.

This feeling of being under someone else's control made them unhappy and filled them with vigilance.

Therefore, their decision to evacuate Douluo Star was already an unspoken agreement.

But before leaving, the agreement with Xu Tianran still needs to be fulfilled.

Helping him launch this war of conquest that swept across the continent was both a fulfillment of a promise and an... interesting observation.

They wanted to see where Xu Tianran and his human empire would ultimately go after gaining power far beyond their time.

Is it the ultimate destruction, or will some unexpected new life be born from the ruins of destruction?

Regardless of the outcome, the process itself will always bring something of value—perhaps data, perhaps enjoyment, or perhaps just a fleeting spark called "possibility."

Xingxiao's gaze returned to the assembled army of destruction below, his icy voice echoing through the alternate dimension:
"Let's begin. Let's see what kind of future this blade, which we ourselves have handed over, can cut open."

Orange's voice, amplified by the soul-guided loudspeaker, coldly reverberated throughout the entire gathering area, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if she were merely reading a notice unrelated to herself:

"All troops, listen to my command—target: the original Douluo Three Kingdoms, proceed!"

There was no rousing mobilization, no promises of glory, only a simple yet brutal order.

However, this cold command was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting this ocean of steel and destruction.

"Om-!"

The soul-guided engines of the floating warship fleet emitted a deep and earth-shaking roar, and the massive hulls began to move slowly, like ancient behemoths awakening, pressing towards the eastern horizon surrounded by countless doomsday beasts.

On the ground, the Soul Master Legion marched with uniform, heavy steps, their metal boots striking the earth and raising clouds of dust.

The towering mech legion marched with heavy steps, causing the earth to tremble. The friction of hydraulic systems and metal joints blended into a symphony of destruction. Meanwhile, the distorted antimatter legion spread silently, like ink dripping into clear water, leaving withered vegetation and extinguishing all life in its wake.

On the edge of this massive and despairing legion, a particularly conspicuous force silently followed.

They were not human, but rather had a ferocious appearance with wolf heads and human bodies, exuding a cold and bloodthirsty aura.

The leaders exuded particularly terrifying auras; they were none other than the titled Douluo-level elders and retainers of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The alliance between the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire was not broken by the death of the former cult leader, Zhongliwu.

For Emperor Xu Tianran, it didn't matter who led the Holy Spirit Sect, as long as this powerful force could be used by him and become a sharp dagger to tear apart the enemy's defense line, that was enough.

As for whether it is Zhongli Wu or Huo Yuhao who controls it, it is just a change of partners.

Deep within the Demon Forest, in the shadowy hall of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.

Beibei and Tangya stood in front of a huge projection screen, which clearly showed the terrifying scene of the Sun Moon Empire's army setting off.

A torrent of steel, ferocious monsters, warships that blot out the sky... all of this made the two people from the original Douluo Three Kingdoms look complicated, as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts.

Tang Ya shifted her gaze from the screen to Bei Bei's calm profile, her eyes filled with unbearable guilt and pain.

It was precisely because he was trapped in darkness and controlled by the Holy Spirit Cult that Bei Bei was willing to betray Shrek Academy, which had nurtured him, and even willing to throw himself into the lair of evil soul masters, just to protect her.

Beibei felt her gaze, turned his head, and met Tang Ya's eyes filled with self-reproach. He smiled helplessly and reached out to gently hold her cold hand.

He has said countless times that he has never regretted his choice.

The glory of Shrek Academy and the revival of the Tang Clan seem insignificant in the face of Tang Ya's safety and smile.

As long as she is safe and well, as long as he can stay by her side, he would be willing to fall into eternal darkness.

At the very top of the main hall, on the throne symbolizing the highest power of the Holy Spirit Cult, Huo Yuhao stared indifferently at the army on the screen.

In his arms, he carefully held a swaddled baby, inside which was a beautifully sculpted infant who had just been born.

That's his and Xiaowu's child.

Looking at the massive army that was about to trample on his homeland, a cold sense of satisfaction flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

He had waited too long for this day.

The man named Dai Hao, his biological father, was away from home for many years to protect the front line, which indirectly led to his mother's tragic fate and death. He also made him experience the coldness of the world from an early age and never feel his father's love.

Since that's the case, he will personally destroy the faith that Dai Hao has protected all his life, and destroy the beliefs and achievements that he cherishes as his life.

He wanted to make that high and mighty Duke watch as everything he had sworn to defend crumbled before his very eyes in the face of absolute power.

However, when he lowered his head and his gaze fell upon the pure and innocent sleeping face of the baby in his arms, his icy killing intent and the flames of revenge would involuntarily soften a little.

The arrival of this child was like a faint but tenacious ray of light shining into his heart, which was filled with hatred, allowing him to regain a sliver of reason that had been almost completely extinguished.

It was because of this little life that he prevented Beibei and Tangya from participating in the impending bloody war.

He needed to secure a relatively safe future for himself and for this child, for their own uncertain and perilous future.

He had to storm the realm of gods to rescue his mother, but the future was uncertain, and he couldn't possibly take his young son with him.

Now, the only people he can entrust and trust are Beibei and Tang Ya.

Also because of the birth of this child, his original obsession with killing his father and massacring the White Tiger Duke's mansion quietly changed.

Utter destruction may only bring emptiness. What he wants is for Dai Hao to feel a deeper and more lasting pain—watching the country he protects fall into war, watching the honor he cherishes be trampled on, watching all his efforts turn into nothingness, yet being powerless to do anything about it.

Huo Yuhao gently rocked the baby in his arms, his gaze returning to the screen.

"Let's go...to destroy, to plunder, to bring despair."

He muttered to himself, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Dai Hao, watch closely, and see what kind of end awaits everything you cherish."

The war began in the most brutal and direct way.

On the border of the Sun Moon Empire, hundreds of super-heavy soul-guided cannons, enhanced by the technology of the Antimatter Legion, have already been calibrated.

As Orange, who was stationed at the rear, calmly waved her hand and gave the order, these ferocious beasts let out a deafening roar.

The target is the Mingdou Mountains, a natural barrier on which the Star Luo Empire relies to maintain border security, and the Star Luo Empire's most elite Northwest Army Group stationed there, personally commanded by Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger.

What arrived first was not ordinary artillery fire, but a strategic weapon capable of altering the terrain—a level-nine fixed-position soul-guided shell.

Several streaks of light, trailing blazing flames, like falling stars, pierced the sky at supersonic speeds and struck precisely the core area of ​​the Mingdou Mountain Range defense line.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Then came the extreme light and heat, and the explosion that annihilated everything.

"boom!!!!!!!!!"

An unprecedented roar instantly deprived everyone of their hearing. Huge fireballs simultaneously rose into the air from the main peak of the Mingdou Mountains and several important passes, soaring straight into the sky, as if the earth had opened its giant mouth to spew flames.

The terrifying shockwave spread wildly in a ring in all directions, crushing hard rocks into powder like crisp biscuits and turning dense forests into charcoal and ashes in a fraction of a second.

The mountains are wailing, they are crumbling.

The mountain, hundreds of meters high, was blasted in half, and boulders mixed with soil poured down like a waterfall, instantly burying the camps, fortifications, and defensive soul guides below.

The earth was torn open with deep, bottomless ravines, like hideous scars on the surface of a planet.

For the soldiers of the Northwest Army Group, this was undoubtedly the end of the world.

Many soldiers didn't even see the enemy before they instantly vaporized in the extreme heat, disappearing without a trace along with their armor and soul tools.

(End of this chapter)