Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 73 Deng Zhan Seeks Reinforcements, Heads Back to Xingluo

"An energy body killer?" Deng Fengqiao quickly understood the intention. "Understood! Sir! We will definitely come up with a solution!" He had already begun to filter relevant soul guidance theories and soul masters who were skilled in this field in his mind.

Harosa nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. I trust you to handle things."

Deng Fengqiao hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to speak: "My lord, the storage rings you bestowed upon me are filled with mountains of top-grade, rare metals, of unprecedented quality! But—" He rubbed his hands, a troubled look on his face, "...building the camp,

Building workshops and manufacturing equipment requires large quantities of basic metals as frameworks, fillers, or consumables. For example, ordinary refined iron, black copper, and mithril base materials—we Soul Masters don't usually carry these "common goods" with us—but now—even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.

He rattled off a whole bunch of technical jargon and specific requirements—structural strength ratios, energy conduction bases, consumables for large-scale soul-guided arrays—making Harosa frown slightly. His understanding of soul-guided technology was limited to the practical application; these specific materials science and engineering details were like gibberish to him.

"Alright." Harosa waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Deng Fengqiao's long-winded explanation. "Make a detailed list of what you need. The types, quantities, and specifications should be as clear as possible. I'll take you out for a trip later, and you can purchase it yourselves."

Upon hearing this, Deng Fengqiao was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Your Excellency is wise! I will immediately organize people to take stock of the needs and compile the most detailed list!"

Having resolved the materials issue, Harosa remembered another important purpose of his trip. His gaze fell upon the desolate highlands shrouded in deathly aura in the distance, and his tone carried an undeniable authority: "There's one more thing."

Deng Fengqiao immediately held his breath and focused: "Sir, please speak!"

"Do you have any Soul Masters here who are skilled in architectural design?" Harosa asked, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future. "I need to build a temple. A temple worthy of the Lord of the Reincarnated God Realm!"

"A temple?!" Deng Fengqiao's eyes lit up like searchlights! His heart pounded wildly! Building a temple? Constructing a residence and a symbol of power for His Majesty the King of the Underworld? This was an immense honor, an unparalleled achievement! If he succeeded, his position in His Majesty the King of the Underworld's heart would be unshakeable!

His voice trembled with excitement: "Yes! Yes! Don't worry, sir! We soul guides, from designing star fortresses..."

"From building civilian dwellings to anything else, there's nothing we can't do! Architectural design and structural mechanics are essential courses for high-level Soul Masters! Several members of our team were responsible for the design and construction of large bases and secret fortresses back in the Tang Sect; they have extensive experience! As long as you provide your requirements and ideas, we are confident we can design and build a temple that will satisfy you!"

He patted his chest, practically offering his heart to demonstrate his loyalty: "Magnificent! Majestic! Grand! It must absolutely reflect Your Majesty the King of the Underworld's supreme divine power over the dead and the cycle of reincarnation! Every being who enters the realm of the gods will be awestruck by the temple's majesty at first glance!"

As Harosa listened to Deng Fengqiao's excited description, a vague outline of the future temple seemed to form in his mind, and a rare satisfied smile appeared on his lips. He was about to explain his initial conception of the temple in detail...

Yu Yiyi!

At his waist, a domino made of some strange, pale white bone and marked with mysterious gray-white runes suddenly began to vibrate violently without warning! Its surface instantly lit up with a rapid and dazzling gray-white light, flashing wildly like an alarm!

A faint yet exceptionally clear soul fluctuation, carrying anxiety and urgency, was transmitted directly to Harosa's sea of ​​consciousness through the dominoes!

Harosa's smile froze. Who dared to interrupt my reverie? "Deng Zhan?" Harosa frowned slightly. "You're in trouble? You can't even handle 'Little Skull'?" He instantly understood the source of the urgency passed down through the dominoes.

That temporarily bestowed skeleton puppet possessed the power to withstand a Limit Douluo for seven days; it was his trump card left for Deng Zhan to stir up trouble in the Star Luo Empire and frame the Spirit Pagoda. Now, the dominoes are flashing a warning, meaning the crisis Deng Zhan is facing may have exceeded the puppet's ability to cope!

That's why Deng Zhan contacted him.

Seeing that Harosa's expression was unusual, Deng Fengqiao immediately lowered his head deeply and even quietly took a small step back, staring intently at the tips of his shoes that were covered in bone dust. He held his breath and dared not make the slightest sound.

Harosa gave him a wary look and said directly, "You, come with me. Your 'uncle' has run into some 'minor trouble' outside."

I need to go out and handle something. I'll take several of the largest storage soul tools with me.

Deng Fengqiao was taken aback at first, then overjoyed! Go out? The opportunity to purchase supplies had arrived! Suppressing his excitement, he quickly replied, "Yes, sir!"

But then, an extremely embarrassed look appeared on his face, and his voice lowered a few decibels: "Um—sir—I—I have no money."

"Huh?" Harosa's eyes turned cold, and she glared at him as if he were an idiot. "Fool! Don't you know how to rob?" Her tone was as if she were stating something perfectly natural.

However, he still casually tossed over an antique-style storage ring, which was filled with all sorts of valuable items he had looted from the Tang Sect warehouse and the guards of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well—boxes of rare gems, soul guide cores with restrained brilliance, a thick stack of anonymous Federation gold cards with the highest credit limit, and his earnings over the years. Money was of little use to him.

"Take it, and we'll talk if it's not enough."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir!" Deng Fengqiao was overjoyed, clutching the ring tightly, his hands trembling with excitement.

Harosa said no more, his powerful divine energy instantly enveloping himself and Deng Fengqiao. A flash of gray-black light disappeared in an instant, and the two figures vanished completely from the camp of the Rebirth God Realm.

In the Douluo Continent, within the Star Luo Empire, deep in a remote valley.

The roars, explosions, the shattering of energy shields, and desperate roars mingled together, creating a symphony of death.

Deng Zhan and his several loyal subordinates, also dressed in Tang Clan uniforms, were huddled back-to-back inside a crumbling, grayish-white energy shield less than ten feet in diameter! Outside the shield, a barrage of colorful soul-guided projectiles and rays rained down like a storm!

The explosions and flames rose and fell, illuminating the valley as if it were daytime. The scorching air currents and shockwaves relentlessly pounded against the protective shield, leaving its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks and causing the light to dim rapidly.

Supporting this protective shield is the "little skeleton" bestowed upon us by Harossa!

It was not tall, even somewhat hunched, with two eerie green soul flames burning in its eye sockets. At this moment, it crossed its arms and raised them high, and a continuous stream of grayish-white death energy surged from its skeleton, pouring into its protective shield and struggling to resist the violent attacks from the outside world.

However, its movements appeared somewhat stiff and sluggish. Faced with dense bombardment from constantly changing angles, it relied more on its shields to withstand the attacks and lacked effective means of counterattack and evasion.

Outside the encirclement were dozens of Soul Masters dressed in the iconic silver-white uniforms of the Spirit Pagoda. They were well-trained, working in groups of three, taking turns providing cover, their Soul Guidance Rifles and shoulder-fired Soul Guidance Cannons constantly spitting out deadly tongues of fire.

Further away, several heavy soul-guided artillery vehicles were adjusting their angles, their dark muzzles radiating a destructive aura. Furthermore, numerous powerful figures were rapidly approaching from all directions, intent on completely sealing off all of Deng Zhan and his group's escape routes!

"Hold on! The shield is about to give way!" a Tang Sect disciple roared, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered internal injuries in the previous impact.

"Damn it! How come these Spirit Pagoda dogs have such sharp noses!" Another person gritted his teeth and desperately poured his remaining soul power into the protective shield, trying to share the pressure.

Deng Zhan's face was ashen, and sweat soaked his back. He stared intently at the outside of the protective barrier, especially at the figure hovering in mid-air like a goddess of fire!