Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 272 If the Dragon Clan Does Not Surrender, the Dragon Clan Will Be Destroyed

With the six Dragon Kings reduced to ashes by the combined attack of Harosa's three super artifacts, the last remaining threat to the Samsara God Realm from the Dragon Horse Galaxy was completely removed.

Without the presence of a god-king level combatant, the remaining resistance appeared so pale and powerless in the face of the elite subordinate gods of the Samsara God Realm.

The strongest Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Di Tian, ​​possessed the formidable strength of a peak first-level god. However, under the combined suppression of two equally battle-hardened first-level gods, Little Magic God Ye Lan and Killing God Demon Emperor, he was ultimately unable to break through the blockade or reverse the collapse of the entire battle.

Scattered resistance is like pebbles thrown into a vast ocean; aside from creating a few insignificant ripples, it is quickly and ruthlessly extinguished and crushed by a more powerful force.

Those who stubbornly resisted, whether out of loyalty to the Dragon God or pride of the dragon race, were reduced to stardust by precise and ruthless blows. The surrendered dragon-blooded creatures lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, daring not to make the slightest move.

The energy explosions that permeated the galaxy gradually thinned, the deafening battles and roars slowly subsided, replaced by a deathly silence reminiscent of the aftermath of a catastrophe, and a different kind of chilling atmosphere as the victors began to clean up the battlefield. The flames of war in the Dragon Horse Galaxy had finally—become extinguished.

Tianlong Star, once the core of the dragon race's glory and power, is now a scene of devastation. Majestic mountain ranges have been cleaved in two, and the vast plains are filled with bottomless ravines and impact craters. The once magnificent dragon race buildings have been reduced to ruins, and the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder, dust, and a faint stench of blood.

On a relatively flat, yet vast, ruined surface of the planet, ravaged by the aftershocks of the previous great battle, the gods of the Samsara God Realm stood in formation.

Most of them bore injuries, some minor and some severe, their armor tattered, and their divine power greatly depleted. Yet, each of them stood ramrod straight, their eyes sharp as eagles, and their bodies radiated a chilling aura forged in blood and fire.

They stood silently on either side, forming a path paved with solemnity and loyalty leading to the center. An invisible pressure spread out, even the dust floating in the air seemed to freeze.

At the end of the road, a throne of reincarnation, temporarily constructed from remnants of black stone with dragon patterns, stands quietly, its style rugged yet exuding undeniable majesty.

Harosa's divine consciousness walked slowly along the center of this divine path. His figure remained somewhat ethereal, and his aura was much weaker than in his prime, but each step seemed to resonate with the cyclical laws of the entire star field, carrying the power to pacify the universe.

The supreme demeanor that holds life and death in one's own hands.

His gaze swept calmly across the shattered mountains and rivers, the scorched earth, finally settling on the throne. His deep, clear voice echoed in the souls of every god: "War, indeed, is brutal." His tone carried a detached indifference, as if looking down upon the mortal world. Then, his words shifted slightly, revealing a subtle, triumphant air of victory: "However, we won."

These four simple words made all the gods in the line stand taller, their eyes burning with excitement and pride.

Elex, standing beside the throne, looked utterly miserable.

His gray mage robes were long gone, and his crystalline skeleton looked like a toy haphazardly pieced together by a mischievous child, covered with cracks, burn marks, and corroded pits. In particular, the large hole in his chest and abdomen, corroded by the Dark Dragon King, still emitted faint black smoke from its edges, and the flame of his soul flickered like a candle in the wind.

Upon hearing Harosa's words, his skull head nodded up and down, making a "crackling" sound as bones rubbed together. The soul fire transmitted a wave of deep agreement: "Tragic, indeed tragic—(My current state is the most vivid illustration of this.)" That thought carried a hint of self-deprecation and dark humor belonging to the old mage, causing the corners of the mouths of several familiar first-level gods nearby to twitch almost imperceptibly.

Having just regained a sliver of her divine power, Yali immediately stepped forward upon seeing this. The Holy Healing Longbow in her hand, shimmering with white, gold, and green, emitted a soft yet vibrant light, and a warm life energy flowed out like a sweet spring, enveloping Ilex's broken skeletal body.

The longbow's divine power manifested, slowly and steadily repairing the old mage's damaged divine bones and soul fire, an effect far more powerful than ordinary healing spells.

Beneath the Throne of Reincarnation, in the center of the path to divinity, several powerful Reincarnation Gods were escorting a few prisoners. These were the last core members of the Dragon-Horse Galaxy:

Despite being bound by powerful divine shackles and covered in wounds, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Di Tian still held his head high, his sharp golden vertical pupils burning with an indomitable flame, as if he wanted to imprint everything before him.

The two leaders of Pegasus and Dragon, the strongest among the dragon-blooded creatures and rulers of Pegasus Star and part of the Dragon Starfield respectively, had ashen faces and shifty eyes, having long lost their former majesty.

Even the Titan Giant Ape Da Ming and the Azure Bull Python Er Ming, who had been hiding deep within the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform in an attempt to avoid disaster, were dragged out by the gods of the Samsara God Realm based on their auras and arrested like prisoners. Their massive bodies appeared quite disheveled under the suppression of divine power.

The gods of the Samsara God Realm mostly focused their attention on Di Tian. They had personally witnessed the black dragon's strength; if it weren't for the combined efforts of Ye Lan and the Demon Emperor, two top-tier first-level gods, no one could have reliably suppressed him. His ferocity and loyalty were worthy of even the slightest attention from his enemies.

Harosa's gaze fell on Di Tian, ​​and he calmly said, "Di Tian, ​​it's been a long time."

Di Tian snorted coldly, tilting his massive dragon head to one side without responding. Deep down, he did not lack reverence for this Reincarnation God who had once bestowed upon him fortune and whose strength was unfathomable.

But Gu Yuena's death was like an insurmountable chasm, making his deep-seated loyalty to the Dragon God impossible for him to show the slightest obedience and respect to Harosa.

His blatant disrespect immediately drew the ire of the surrounding Reincarnation Gods. A hot-tempered Level Two God stepped forward, his fist, imbued with divine power, slamming mercilessly into Di Tian's resilient dragon body, producing a dull thud and leaving several new bruises.

"You fucking need to show some respect."

Harosa did not stop him, but looked at Di Tian, ​​his tone still calm: "You are also a registered subordinate god in the Samsara God Realm. Now that Gu Yuena has been defeated and killed, the God Realm is in dire need of someone to command the divine beasts. Surrender, and I will forgive and forget the past."

Di Tian whirled around, his golden eyes fixed on Harosa, his voice hoarse yet resolute: "My lord—how did he die? Where did he die?"

Harosa met his gaze, revealing nothing: "Disappear into the cycle of reincarnation, leaving no trace."

Those eight simple words, like a final death knell, shattered the last glimmer of hope in Di Tian's heart.

His massive dragon body trembled almost imperceptibly, and a deep sorrow and deathly stillness instantly clouded his golden eyes. He closed them, then opened them again after a moment, revealing only desolation: "I will not surrender." His voice was low and resolute. "Kill me."

His desire to die was blatantly obvious.

Harosa looked at Di Tian. He truly admired this loyalty, which was why he had gone to such lengths to persuade him. But since the other party's mind was made up, and he would rather die than betray his former master, he would have no more regrets. Loyalty is certainly valuable, but loyalty that cannot be used for one's own benefit is an obstacle.

He said no more, and simply waved his hand dismissively.

Five fierce-looking Reincarnation Gods immediately stepped forward, one each, preparing to drag away the last giants of the Dragon-Horse Galaxy—Di Tian, ​​Tian Long, Tian Ma, Da Ming, and Er Ming—for execution.

"God! God! Spare us!" Da Ming and Er Ming panicked, their massive bodies struggling as they frantically begged for mercy, "We surrender! We surrender! Don't kill us! We're willing to submit to the Realm of Reincarnation and serve you faithfully!"

Although Tianma and Tianlong did not cry out in distress like Da Ming and Er Ming, they immediately lowered their heads and conveyed a clear sense of submission and pleading through their divine senses, indicating their willingness to surrender.

Only Di Tian's golden eyes remained calm and undisturbed, as if his impending death was merely a predetermined fate.

The five executioners paused, looking at Harosar on the throne, awaiting the final decree.

Harosa's icy gaze swept over the cowardly appearance of Da Ming and Er Ming, then glanced at Tian Ma and Tian Long. A sneer of undisguised mockery and disgust curled at the corner of his lips. He sneered, "A few two-faced, cowardly traitors, are we keeping them around for the New Year?"

The cold verdict extinguished their last hope of survival.

Without further hesitation, the five deities unleashed their powerful divine strength, ignoring the final cries and struggles of Da Ming and Er Ming, and forcibly dragged the five away from the scene.

Shortly after, several brief bursts of energy echoed in the distance, before returning to complete silence. The five gods returned to their ranks expressionless, still carrying a lingering scent of blood.

Only the people from the Samsara God Realm remained in the arena.

Harosar's gaze slowly swept over all the blood-soaked, wounded, yet resolute-eyed subordinate gods below. His majestic voice rang out once more: "In this battle, we crushed the Dragon Horse, slayed the Dragon God, and displayed the might of my Samsara Godhood! You all fought valiantly, your merits are outstanding, and I will remember them all! The treasury of the divine realm shall be opened to you all; divine treasures, rare gems, and even insights into the laws will be rewarded according to your contributions, without any stinginess!"

He did not list the specific rewards, but the six words "The Treasury of the Divine Realm Opens" were enough to make all the subordinate gods' eyes light up with fervent light.

Inside, there are countless treasures accumulated over countless years, including those from the God Realm of Reincarnation, the Abyss that were devoured in the past, and the Demon Dimension!

"However, the great battle has just ended, and everyone is wounded and greatly depleted of their divine power. The most urgent task is to return to the divine realm, recuperate properly, and restore our strength! All rewards will be distributed after we return to the divine realm and tally our merits!"

Electrolux.

"I am here," Electrox replied, bowing slightly after his injuries had been somewhat stabilized by Ari.

"You will lead the team, escorting all soldiers through the wormhole back to the Realm of Reincarnation to heal their wounds. Stabilize the order of the Realm of Gods, tally the battle losses and merits, and await my return."

"Yes, sir." Electrox accepted the order and immediately began organizing. Soon, the massive army of gods began to retreat in an orderly fashion towards the wormhole. Although most of them were wounded, their morale was high, and they were filled with the expectation of returning home victorious.

The bustling battlefield quickly became empty.

In the end, on the ruins of Tianlong Star, ravaged by war and imbued with the aura of the dragon race's past glory and present defeat, only two figures remained.

Harosa's spiritual body was with Ari, who had just treated Electrox and whose face was still somewhat pale.

The starry sky is desolate, with only the wind swirling the remaining clouds, telling the story of the recent carnage and the present—a lonely victory.

The smoke of battle has cleared, and the shattered remains of stars stand like silent tombstones, telling the story of the fierce battle between the gods.

The two twin stars, Tianlong Star and Tianma Star, which were once vibrant and majestic, now resemble soulless behemoths, silently floating in the void, their surfaces covered in wounds and their luster dimmed.

The army of gods, led by Elex, has returned to the realm of reincarnation through a stable wormhole to rest and await their rewards.

This vast star field, which had just experienced the ultimate showdown, was now completely silent, with only the still rich and slowly flowing aura of the primordial cycle of reincarnation remaining.

Yali, who had been holding on, instantly lost the solemnity and dignity befitting the God of Life after confirming that all outsiders had left. In its place was a bright and vivid smile, a mixture of endless worry, heartache, and immense joy at the final resolution.

Her golden eyes seemed to fill with starlight, and she could no longer contain her excitement, letting out a soft cry: "My husband!"