Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 225 Eternal Heaven
Chen Xinjie's sudden compromise plunged the atmosphere into an eerie stillness.

Yun Ming gave Su Qiu a deep look, his dark eyes flashing with many thoughts, but he didn't say anything. He just moved slightly and followed the sea-blue figure in front of him.

Zang Xin stroked his chin, a hint of amusement creeping into his gentle smile. He gave Leng Yaozhu a wink and then gracefully followed.

Suppressing her surprise and a hint of inexplicable annoyance, Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but glance at Su Qiu frequently.

Su Qiu smiled innocently, pulled along the still somewhat dazed Su Wuyan, and followed at the back at a leisurely pace.

The group walked through the heavily guarded and layered passageways of the Temple of War.

The members of the War God Temple guarding the route stood at attention in fear, their eyes lowered, not daring to even breathe loudly, when they saw the temple master personally leading the way, followed by Yun Ming, Zang Xin, and others whose auras were as deep as the ocean.

A stifling atmosphere permeated the cold metal passageway.

Chen Xinjie remained silent throughout, his steps were deliberate, and he exuded a low-pressure aura that kept strangers at bay.

He truly couldn't understand why his incredibly powerful martial spirit would produce that strange reaction of near-weariness and submission the moment that blond-haired brat got close.

This is by no means a mental interference, but more like a suppression and soothing from the source level.
Chen Xinjie felt his guess was absurd. His martial spirit was the ocean; who could suppress it?

At the end of the passage was an incredibly heavy alloy gate, engraved with countless intricate soul-guiding circuits.

As a master craftsman, Su Qiu could tell at a glance that this door used a lot of Heavenly Forged Metal.

The door is indeed harder than the wall.

Before the gate, four heavily armored powerhouses, each exuding an aura of a Title Douluo, stood like statues—all War Gods present. Upon seeing Chen Xinjie, they simultaneously bowed in perfect unison.

"Open it." Chen Xinjie's voice was devoid of emotion.

Without any hesitation, the four war gods simultaneously placed their palms into the four grooves beside the door.

As a powerful surge of soul energy was poured in, the intricate patterns on the giant gate lit up one by one, emitting a deep hum.

The heavy doors slid open slowly to the sides, revealing a deep, dark space behind them.

An indescribable breath, like that of a sleeping behemoth, faintly wafted from inside the door.

Su Wuyan shivered instantly, feeling as if his very soul was trembling.

Chen Xinjie stepped into the darkness first, followed closely by Yun Ming, Zang Xin, and Leng Yaozhu. Su Qiu pulled Su Wuyan along as well.

The interior space is much larger than it appears from the outside, with a high, dark dome.

Only in the central area, surrounded by several layers of intersecting invisible force fields and physical restraint devices, is an object suspended.

That was a cannonball.

Its entire body was dark gold, with a dark luster flowing across its surface, as if it were alive. It wasn't particularly huge, but as it floated there silently, it seemed like a black hole in the entire space, even the entire world, inspiring fear.

Su Qiu felt it most deeply; his ahoge (cowlick) stood up like antennae, his intuition warning him to stay away.

God-Slaying Fixed-Position Soul-Guided Cannonball - Eternal Heaven.

The moment Chen Xinjie saw it, his expression changed drastically.

"How is that possible!"

The God-Slaying Missile is a level 12 fixed-mount soul-guided projectile.

Produced two thousand years ago, the Federation made countless efforts to create these Level 12 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells. The sheer amount of resources consumed stagnated the entire continent's technology for a full millennium. However, only three of these ultimate weapons were ever developed!

But before them lies only the largest Eternal Heaven.

Chen Xinjie's exclamation echoed in the secret chamber. He stared intently at the solitary, suspended Eternal Heaven.

Damn it!

The Federation spent a thousand years of the continent's fortune and countless resources to painstakingly create these three god-slaying fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells.

The ultimate deterrent and trump card of the entire Douluo Continent, and even the entire human civilization, has always been believed to be absolutely safe stored in the deepest part of the Temple of War.

But right now there's only one in front of me.

What about the other two? Where did they go?!
"Gu Yue's information is true." Yun Ming's voice was terrifyingly low. He had only suspected that one of them might be faulty, never expecting that two had actually vanished!

This is no longer a simple theft; it is a cataclysmic event that could overturn the continent's格局 (geju, overall situation) and trigger an apocalyptic catastrophe!

The gentle smile on Zang Xin's face vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity, and even a hint of fear.

The Tang Clan deals in arms, and as the deputy sect leader, he understands better than anyone what a God-Slaying Fixed-Type Soul-Guided Artillery Shell means.

Its power is theoretically capable of destroying any known defense on the continent, causing incalculable ecological extinction!
Leng Yaozhu frowned, looking at Chen Xinjie whose face had changed drastically. She already had a guess, and her voice was a little dry: "Chen Xinjie, are you sure those three are all stored here?"

"Instead of storing them separately?"

Chen Xinjie did not reply. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but his slightly trembling fingers and the bulging veins on his forehead betrayed the turbulent emotions he was experiencing.

He turned around abruptly, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The four titled Douluo-level War Gods guarding the door didn't even have time to react before they were grabbed by an invisible giant hand and instantly pulled into the secret room, where they staggered and stood in front of Chen Xinjie.

These four were all core members of the Temple of War, and now, in front of this enraged temple master, they were silent as cicadas in winter, not even daring to raise their heads.

"Speak!" Chen Xinjie's voice carried the low, menacing pressure of an approaching tsunami, each word striking the four men's hearts. "Where are the other two?"

He was absolutely certain that it was impossible for anyone to steal the missiles under such heavy blockade.

The four guards in front of me definitely knew the truth.

The four war gods looked up blankly at the lonely Eternal Heaven in the center of the secret chamber, and then felt the killing intent of the Palace Master, which was almost solidified, and all of them trembled.

One of the older war gods, with a scar on his cheek, spoke instinctively, his voice dry: "Palace Master... I... I don't know what you're talking about. Hasn't this place always only housed one God-Slaying Missile?"

“Yes, Lord,” another war god quickly echoed, his face filled with confusion and fear. “After receiving the mission, we have been guarding this one according to regulations. According to the top-secret resolution of the Supreme Council and the military, the other two are stored in two other more hidden top-secret locations.”

"This is how we've always carried out our guard duties!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the secret room suddenly became even more eerie.

Chen Xinjie's pupils contracted sharply, and all color drained from his face, as if he had heard something even more unbelievable than the theft of the God-Slaying Cannonball.

Not a buddy.

Does this mean the missiles were stolen by their own people?
Yun Ming, Zang Xin, and Leng Yaozhu were also stunned, looking at Chen Xinjie with strange expressions.

(End of this chapter)