svetikya Chapter 68 The Insignificant and Pathetic Perspective of Mortal Emperors
Chapter 68 The Insignificant and Pathetic Perspective of Mortal Emperors
Chapter 68 The Insignificant and Pathetic Perspective of Mortal Emperors
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The earth began to throb rhythmically, like the war drums of giants.
Behind the beast tide, two figures as large as mountains slowly emerged.
On the left is a giant bear over thirty meters tall, its fur standing on end like steel needles, radiating a dark golden luster. With each step it takes, a huge crater appears in the ground.
Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear King - Bear Lord!
To the right is a strange, demonic tree, its countless branches swaying like tentacles, each branch bearing a scarlet eye, radiating an evil aura that can drive one to the brink of madness.
Demon-Eyed Tree—King of Ten Thousand Demons!
"Humans, your end has come."
The bear spoke in human language, its voice booming like thunder. It suddenly raised its dark golden claws, powerful enough to tear space apart, and swung them down fiercely at the supposedly unbreakable defensive shield of Star Luo City!
"Sky Claw!!"
Sizzle—!!
With a teeth-grinding shattering sound, the protective shield that was strong enough to withstand the attack of a Title Douluo was easily torn open like cloth by Xiong Jun's sharp claws!
"It's over—" Dai Yantian's legs went weak and he collapsed on the city wall.
And at the very rear of the battlefield, above the clouds.
Three figures hovered silently, overlooking this one-sided war.
In the center was a stunningly beautiful woman with silver hair and purple eyes. Her demeanor was noble and aloof, like a goddess untouched by worldly concerns. She was none other than Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King, the ruler of all soul beasts.
To her left stood the Beast God Di Tian, dressed in black with black hair and a cold expression. To her right was Bi Ji, clad in a long emerald green dress and radiating vitality.
"My lord, it seems we don't need to intervene." Di Tian looked at the routed human army below, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
"Humans are weak; if it weren't for the protection of those false gods in the divine realm, they would have perished long ago."
Gu Yuena remained expressionless, her purple eyes reflecting the flames of war, yet devoid of joy or sorrow: "This is just the beginning. I will make this continent know once again who truly rules this world."
Bi Ji bowed slightly, a soft emerald light gathering in her hands: "My lord, Xiong Jun and the others have committed too many killings. Should I go and soothe the wounded low-level soul beasts?"
"Go ahead," Gu Yuena said calmly.
"Now that the war has begun, we must establish the hegemony of the soul beasts with overwhelming force. The Star Luo Empire is merely the first sacrifice."
The landscape of Douluo Continent has undergone a complete transformation.
Humans, once high and mighty, now tremble in fear under the shadow of the resurgence of god-level soul beasts.
Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
The Grand Priest, Sendou Ryu, stood before the enormous angel statue, his back view appearing particularly desolate.
"Great Elder, the messenger from the Star Luo Empire has arrived outside the hall, kneeling and refusing to rise, requesting the Spirit Hall to send troops," Golden Crocodile Douluo reported in a deep voice, a hint of worry on his face.
"That beast tide was truly terrifying. If Star Luo is destroyed, the next one will probably be—"
"No saving them."
The thousand streams turned around, their voices eerily calm.
"The Grand Master?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo exclaimed in surprise.
"What can save us?" Qian Daoliu gave a bitter smile. The soul power fluctuations belonging to level 120 (second-level god) on his body rippled slightly, but they carried a sense of powerlessness.
"Although I have been fortunate enough to step into the realm of gods and possess the combat power of a second-level god."
"But after the rewards were distributed, Gu Yuena had already reached the God-King level, and Di Tian and Bi Ji were both Level 3 Gods. If they were to join forces with the Snow Emperor of the Far North, we would be doomed!"
He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the main hall, looking towards the direction of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
"Pass on my order: immediately recall Qian Renxue, who is lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire."
"What?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo exclaimed in shock. "But the young master has been lurking for years, and is about to successfully usurp the throne. To give up now—"
"The so-called plan to seize the country is nothing but child's play in the face of absolute power."
A resolute glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.
"In this continent today, everyone below the level of a god is an ant. Xue Qinghe's identity is no longer of any value."
"Xiaoxue's soul power has now reached the Soul Douluo level. Instead of wasting time playing power games, she should come back and begin the Nine Trials of the Angels!"
"Only by becoming a god! Only by becoming a true Angel God will my Spirit Hall have a glimmer of hope!"
Qian Daoliu waved his hand, and a golden token flew out.
"Go, bring the young master home. Tell her that only the angelic sword in her hand can cleave through her era!"
With this order issued, the gentle and refined Crown Prince Xue Qinghe within the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace is about to shed his disguise.
And the Douluo Continent, under the roar of soul beasts and the gaze of the gods, will usher in its darkest and most turbulent era.
The Imperial Palace Council Hall of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.
Just now, an urgent, top-secret battle report was delivered to Emperor Xueye's desk.
The battle report was stained with dried blood; it was the messenger who had driven three horses to their deaths, delivering the devastating news with his last breath.
"The Star Luo Empire — its borders have fallen."
The Snow Night Emperor's voice was old and hoarse, as if he had a handful of coarse sand in his throat.
His hand trembled as he pointed to the area marked in red on the map—the border between the Star Luo Empire and the Star Dou Great Forest.
That place is now a living hell.
The city was shattered, and corpses littered the fields.
"Your Majesty, we must make plans as soon as possible!" An old minister knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.
"The Star Luo Empire values martial prowess, and even with its strong and well-equipped army, it still acts this way. If that beast tide were to turn its attention to us and cross the border to attack my Tian Dou—with its flat, open plains—what could we possibly use to stop it? Our heads?!"
Emperor Xueye slammed his hand on the table. Although his palm was sore from the impact, it could not hide the panic in his heart.
"I have already given the order! All the Soul Master legions of the Empire have been assembled, and Marshal Goron has personally gone to the border to deploy defenses! But—is this enough?"
Emperor Xueye slumped on his dragon throne, his gaze fixed on the sky through the windows of the hall. At this moment, he desperately wished he possessed sufficient power.
Emperor Xueye sadly discovered that mortal armies were as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of such absolute power.
If the soul beasts were to truly unleash their full force, and if the legendary Beast God Di Tian were to descend, the million-strong army that the Heavenly Dou Empire was so proud of would likely be reduced to dust in an instant.
"unless----"
Suddenly, a glint of light, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, flashed in the turbid eyes of Emperor Xueye.
He suddenly stood up and paced anxiously in front of the map, his mind racing as he weighed every card in his hand.
"Unless we can obtain assistance from that level of power!"
But then, Emperor Xueye shook his head, the light in his eyes dimming slightly.
"Then, that's the only road left."
Emperor Xueye took a deep breath, his gaze becoming fierce and resolute.
He looked in the direction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, then at the distant sea, and the secluded ruins of the Haotian School.
"Tang Chen, the Haotian Douluo! Poseidon, the High Priestess of Seagod Island!"
The two names he uttered carried immense weight.
Based on the few words revealed by the heavens and the sealed records in the royal secrets, these two are the true pinnacle of the world, peerless powerhouses who have one foot in the realm of gods!
"Rumor has it that Tang Chen and Senior Poseidon have a close relationship, and even an unfinished romance." Emperor Xueye muttered to himself at an extremely fast pace, as if he had grasped a life-saving key.
"If we can persuade Sect Master Ning Fengzhi to intervene, using the fate of the world as leverage, we might be able to persuade these two to come out of seclusion!"
His eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.
"I've calculated it! Senior Tang Chen and Senior Poseidon are also level 130, first-level god-level powerhouses!"
Level 130!
This is a number that ordinary Soul Masters wouldn't even dare to dream of.
"With two level 130 first-level gods, plus the support of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's unparalleled Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—even facing the God-King Gu Yuena, even facing the endless beast tide, we have a fighting chance! We might even—win!"
The more the Snow Night Emperor thought about it, the more excited he became, and a sickly flush appeared on his pale face.
He considered himself a genius, a powerful leader who could turn the tide in dire straits.
He even began to envision how, after defeating the beast tide, the Heavenly Dou Empire would annex the devastated Star Luo, unify the continent, and establish unparalleled achievements.
however.
This mortal emperor was ultimately limited by his limited perspective and imagination.
What he didn't know was that in that distant realm of gods, within the vast rules of the universe, the difference in levels was not simply a matter of numerical addition.
In his eyes, the "level 130" is nothing more than a speck of dust in the face of a true cosmic overlord.
Beneath the mighty god-king, all are but ants.
This cruel truth is not written on the sky, but it is nakedly engraved in the laws of the universe.
Emperor Xueye simply could not comprehend how insignificant and powerless a so-called "first-level god" was in the face of a god-king.
He thought he was scheming to conquer the world, but little did he know that he was just a frog in a well, looking at the small patch of sky above the well's opening, trying to shake the toes of a dragon with a few strong ants.
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