From the Soul Motion Machine onwards, the Mechanized Douluo

Chapter 643 A Sea of ​​Flowers in the Ruins

"Third Brother"

In the mud, a man lay on the ground, and kneeling beside him was a burly figure with tears in his eyes. Not far from the two of them, a large group of soul masters with different expressions were gathered.

"Hmm." When Tang San opened his eyes, the dazzling Milky Way filled the sky and filled his vision.

"I...I'm not dead?" Tang San's gaze wavered for a moment, but he quickly regained his focus. Lying on the ground, he turned his head to look at the familiar figure beside him and felt a slight sense of relief. He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, forcing a smile onto his stiff face: "Don't cry, Xiao Wu."

Looking at Xiao Wu, who was not small in size, Tang San, whose body was covered in mud, felt an unprecedented sense of peace. Even with Xiao Wu, who could be called a big Wu, in front of him, Tang San felt a sense of warmth.

"You're so old, why are you still crying? You're so big, from now on we'll call you Da Wu, haha."

This was the first time Tang San had formally judged Xiao Wu's appearance; previously, he had always deliberately avoided this matter.

Appearances aren't really that important, are they?

He wasn't completely destitute; he actually always possessed his own world.

"Lord Sea God," a Soul Master in the distance saw Tang San awaken and hesitantly stepped forward to greet him respectfully.

At this moment, Tang San shifted his gaze from Da Wu beside him and looked at the sea spirit masters who had gathered around, as well as the sect spirit masters who had ultimately chosen to stay on Douluo Continent.

"What's wrong?" Tang San struggled to sit up. He felt sore all over, but thankfully he was alive, so these were nothing serious, just minor injuries.

"The people from the Technological Federation are fleeing to the Sun Moon Continent with various supplies. Should we intercept them?" The Sea Soul Master glanced at Tang San's muddy body, then immediately lowered his head, not daring to look around.

No matter how utterly defeated the person before him may be, he is still the undisputed second-generation Sea God!

"Whose idea is this?" Tang San rested for a moment, then divine power flickered around him, and his armor became clean again.

He glanced at the Sea Soul Master and asked calmly.

Although the Asura God-King only gave the Technological Federation twenty-four hours to evacuate—don't worry about how excessive those twenty-four hours are—he ultimately provided a way out, and the Technological Federation had to seize the opportunity itself. However, the Asura God-King did not specify whether he would stop during those twenty-four hours.

In other words, as long as Tang San agrees, the Soul Masters of Seagod Island and other sects would dare to attack the Technological Federation's relocation force, which was already in dire straits and had no time to worry about its own safety.

No, they could have done it without Tang San's approval. It's just that they were stopped.

"My Lord," Tang San's reaction seemed to exceed his expectations. The Sea Soul Master fell silent for a moment, unsure how to respond.

"The suggestion was given by the White Tiger Douluo from Xingluo City," the Sea Soul Master replied truthfully.

"White Tiger Douluo?" A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. That wasn't Dai Mubai's title. Because Dai Mubai followed the Seagod Island route, his title at level 91 was [Sea Tiger]. Sea Tiger Douluo, Dai Mubai.

Tang San's title is also quite special. Because he received the Sea God's inheritance before becoming a Title Douluo, his title is directly Sea God Douluo. If Tang San had become a Title Douluo on the Douluo Continent, he might have had a different title, but on Seagod Island, he can only be called Sea God Douluo.

"Go tell Dai Mubai yourself and let him handle it himself." Tang San coldly left behind these words, and then led Da Wu towards the ruins of the city-state of Soto.

Almost everyone in Soto City-State has left, leaving behind an empty city. But it's not entirely empty; many Soul Masters from local factions are still exploring the ruins. There are also some who haven't left. They seem to have grander ideals and have voluntarily given up their chance to evacuate, choosing to stay in Soto City-State as civilians to protect their faith.

"Ha, no matter how many schemes you plotted, did you ever imagine such an end? Teacher?" Standing on the edge of the city ruins, Tang San only needed to raise his head slightly to see the blood-red giant sword stuck in the center of the ruins. A strange light flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"..." Da Wu, standing behind Tang San, pursed her lips. She looked up at the massive figure beneath the blood-red sword, her eyes flickering slightly. Her feelings towards Chen Hong were peculiar—a mixture of resistance, gratitude, and bewildered uncertainty.

She could sense that the man's obsessive mindset was subtly changing.

As someone close to Tang San, Da Wu understood perfectly well that the real turning point that caused Tang San's personality to change drastically was the Slaughter City incident. After returning from Slaughter City, Tang San began to gradually distance himself from everyone.

Under the starry sky, amidst the ruins, two figures, one tall and one short, walked through the deserted city, which was covered in mud and dust. Then, Tang San's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

A breathtaking scene was reflected in his blue-violet eyes.

Beneath the dazzling starry sky, a crimson greatsword pierced the heavens and earth, piercing through a god. Before the god's outstretched hand, a graceful figure wearing a black veil and hat stood silently, offering Tang San only a shattered silhouette.

Tang San paused slightly, but ultimately continued walking slowly towards the location of the blood-red giant sword, accompanied by Da Wu.

He could see that beneath the statue of the god beneath the crimson greatsword, various flowers of all sizes were laid out. It was hard to imagine that even in the midst of the great retreat, someone still took the time to pick the freshest flowers and place them before their faith.

Although the towering buildings of the Soto city-state were shattered by the shockwaves of battle, the central square where the blood sword stood was transformed into a sea of ​​flowers.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

In the center of the ruins, Tang San walked step by step among the petals on the ground towards the statue of the god who, even though he was punished by the Blood Sword, still bowed down and stretched out his palm for the world. His powerful divine sense allowed Tang San to feel that as he approached the statue, countless eyes in the darkness of the surrounding ruins were already looking at him.

Finally, Tang San, with Da Wu behind him, stopped not far from the figure in the bamboo hat, and then looked up at the three- or four-meter-tall statue.

Although Chen Hong's human body is less than two meters tall, his divine body is much larger than that. This is why the gods in the divine realm always like to build their divine palaces so tall. On the one hand, it's for grandeur, and on the other hand, the world appears much smaller in the eyes of the gods.

(End of this chapter)