He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Mu Yu was stunned for a moment.

She had imagined that the young emperor would be angry, fearful, and would put on airs and reprimand her.

But she never expected him to say "not bad".

It's like a teacher commenting on a student's homework, or an elder looking at a younger person's exam paper.

It's not about looking down on others, but rather—it's how it should be.

"you--"

Before she could speak, Yun Yi raised his hand and interrupted her.

"I have a question for you."

Mu Yu frowned.

"What's the problem?"

Yun Yi looked at her, a hint of complexity suddenly appearing in his eyes.

"Have you slept at all these years?"

This question was like a needle, piercing Mu Yu's most vulnerable spot without warning.

She considered countless possibilities—questioning, provoking, declaring war, negotiating.

I never imagined that this little emperor would ask such a question.

"What do you mean?"

Yun Yi offered no explanation.

He just kept asking:

Have you ever eaten a real meal? Seen a real flower? Heard a real bird sing? Have you ever tried sitting on the grass, not thinking about anything, and watching the sun slowly set?

Mu Yu's expression changed.

Her clenched fingers turned slightly white.

"That's my guess."

Yun Yi's voice was very soft, "What you said in your letter sounds so much like someone. I've never seen these things before. Once I saw them, I could never forget them."

"So I guess your world must be terrible."

Mu Yu did not speak.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I understand you."

Yun Yi's voice remained calm, "I want to stay, I want to see the flowers bloom and fade, I want to see the clouds drift and gather."

"I want to live a good life."

He looked at her.

"But do you understand me?"

Mu Yu raised her head.

"Three million two hundred and seventy thousand."

Yun Yi's voice was as calm as if he were stating a fact: "Those who died also wanted to live well."

"They didn't make it."

"What right do you have to leave?"

A night breeze blew by, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Mu Yu stood still, motionless.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

She has to pay for the sins she committed.

Those who died deserve an explanation.

She knew; she always knew.

They just don't want to face it.

"So... you still want to fight?"

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"beat."

"We must fight."

"It's not that I want to fight, it's that those who died need an explanation."

He paused, his gaze falling on her.

"But I can give you a chance."

"Defeat me, and if you win, you can live however you want."

"Even if you lose—I will not kill you."

"But you must do one thing for those 3.27 million people."

"What is it?"

"Atonement."

Then he raised his hand and waved it gently.

Behind him, the ten Loyal and Brave Marquis men moved simultaneously.

Ten dark figures, like ten bolts of lightning, rushed into the silver-white army.

Then—they were driven back.

Wei Long was sent flying backwards, crashing through a wall.

Wei Er was hit by a beam of light, and his chest was charred black.

Wei San was thrown back by an invisible force and crashed to the ground, creating a large crater.

Ten people rushed in, but were driven back.

It only took three seconds.

Mu Yu stood in front of Yun Yi, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Ten of them aren't enough."

Behind him, twenty mechs stepped forward in unison.

The first mech raised its arm.

There was no cannon muzzle on its arm, only a ring of dark blue light.

The moment the halo lit up, the surrounding air began to distort—it wasn't a plasma cannon, but an anti-gravity field generator.

With a flash of light, the ground beneath Wei Long's feet instantly collapsed. The ground within a radius of ten zhang was as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand, sinking, cracking, and turning into dust.

Wei Long had no time to dodge and was pressed into the ground by that force, with stones flying everywhere and dust filling the air.

The second mech raised its other arm.

A beam of red light, about the thickness of a thumb, shot out without sound, heat, or even light.

That's a targeted energy weapon—the death ray.

The beam of light pierced through the air and struck Europa in the chest.

His black soul armor glowed with golden light, blocking the attack.

But the beam of light did not dissipate; instead, it continued to propel him backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

The third, the fourth, the fifth—all the mechs opened fire simultaneously.

This was not a simple shelling attack; it represented the culmination of Mu Yu's hard work over the past two years.

There is a subsonic oscillator.

It works silently, yet can shatter a person's internal organs.

Wei San rushed halfway when suddenly blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he staggered and knelt on the ground.

It has a gravitational field generator.

It can instantly increase the gravity within a certain range by hundreds or thousands of times.

Wei Si had just leaped up when he was pulled back to the ground by an invisible force, and the sound of his kneecaps shattering was clearly audible.

There are electromagnetic pulse guns.

It's not meant to kill people; it's specifically designed to counter the equipment worn by those enhanced warriors.

Wei Wu's armor began to melt in the pulse, the golden light dimmed, revealing the charred skin underneath.

It contains nano-decomposition rays.

It can break down all matter at the molecular level.

Wei Liu's arm was shot and began to crumble like sand, starting from his fingertips.

There are even more, stranger, and deadlier weapons.

Each mech is a different kind of weapon.

Each mecha was designed by Mu Yu specifically to deal with these "supermen".

She spent two years studying the fighting styles of those ten loyal and brave marquises, analyzing the sources of their power, calculating their limits, and then—creating a weapon specifically designed to counter them.

Wei Long crawled out of the ruins, his face covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply at his sides.

He looked at the mechs, and for the first time, his gaze became serious.

"Are these things... specifically targeted at us?"

Mu Yu did not answer.

She simply watched as the black-armored men fell one by one, her face expressionless.

Behind her, ten thousand genetically enhanced warriors remained motionless.

They don't need to move.

Twenty mechs will be enough.

Yue Dan made a move.

He leaped down from the city wall, his black halberd slicing through the night sky with earth-shattering power as he cleaved towards the nearest mech.

That was a divine weapon bestowed by His Majesty. Three years ago, he used this halberd to kill 400,000 wolf riders all by himself.

The euphorbia fell.

The mech didn't dodge, nor did it activate its shield.

It simply raised its arm, on which was a palm-sized device that shot out a thin silver thread.

Silk threads were wrapped around the halberd.

Yue Dan's expression changed.

That divine weapon, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving seas, was entangled by a single thread.

He tried to pull, but couldn't.

He tried to cleave it, but couldn't.

The silk threads tightened, and cracks began to appear on the euphorbia.

"That's not ordinary silk thread."

Mu Yu's voice came from behind, "It's high-density quantum fiber, capable of cutting all matter at the molecular level."

"Your weapon is powerful, but it is still made of matter."

The halberd broke.

It broke in two and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yue Dan was stunned for a moment.

Then he dropped the broken halberd and charged forward empty-handed.

Three supernatural powers erupted simultaneously: fighting to the death, battling the god of war, and the courage to break through formations.

His figure transformed into a streak of light, and he punched the mecha.

The force of the punch solidified, carrying a devastating power.

boom!

The mech was blasted away, crashing through the three mechs behind it, all four slamming into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. Yue Dan didn't stop.

He turned around and punched the other table.

Another punch.

Another punch.

Three punches, and three mechs are destroyed.

Mu Yu finally frowned.

She watched the blood-soaked man rampage through the twenty mechs, each punch carrying devastating power.

Three punches can destroy three machines, five punches can destroy five machines, and ten punches can destroy ten machines.

Twenty mechs, twenty punches.

All scrapped.

Yue Dan stood amidst the ruins, covered in blood, panting heavily.

He looked down at his fist, its surface a bloody mess, revealing the bare white bone.

But he was still smiling.

"Your Majesty—I have successfully completed my mission."