"Hiss…"
Kong couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air—he'd really dug a pit for himself!
He'd already decided to change this world, so why not wait until after unification to alter these rules?
Karma and retribution—these were set by himself.
When "evil" reached a certain level, it would trigger karma.
Because he had created this rule, and then linked Qian Renxue's karma to himself, it was as if he was punishing himself.
That was exactly why Kong was injured.
The will of the Douluo Continent world itself wasn't yet strong enough to hurt him.
It was completely a case of hurting himself…
"I can't change it. If rules are altered day and night, how can the people be convinced?"
"Heh, what—am I going to beat myself to death?"
Kong muttered to himself. Dying was impossible, but getting hurt was certain.
"I'll just consider it as tripping on flat ground."
Kong felt like crying but had no tears, and could only comfort himself this way.
Just now, it must have been that someone who had contributed to Douluo Continent died, which was why he suffered such backlash.
"When all this is over, Douluo Continent should be able to become the way I envisioned it, right?"
"A world like that—peace, real peace."
"Everyone equal, able to live a better life through their own effort."
"Even if it can't reach that level, at least if the commoners no longer have to worry about going without a single meal, that alone would be a great achievement."
"At the very least, let them have enough to eat every day…"
A glimmer of longing flashed in Kong's eyes. If not for Raiden Shogun and Ei, he would almost wonder if life on Blue Star in his previous life had been just a dream.
To reach that kind of world, just how much sacrifice and effort from how many people would it take…
Kong was reminiscing about the past, while below, the brutal fighting raged on.
As soon as there were casualties in the front ranks, the rear would immediately send more people to fill the gaps.
Soul skills filled the sky, all kinds of soul skills and martial spirits appeared.
This great war was practically an encyclopedia of martial spirits and soul skills—anyone who could fully study this battle could easily write a comprehensive book about it.
After all, for someone to become a noble, their ancestors—or they themselves—had to be strong. No matter how weak a martial spirit, it couldn't be that weak.
As time went on, the battle continued.
"The Star Luo Empire truly lives up to its reputation. These people, whether nobles or noble retainers, are even better trained…"
Ge Long stood atop the city wall, his gaze fixed on the front lines. Even with the distance, his Soul Douluo-level strength let him see clearly.
Ge Long knew full well what the Heaven Dou Empire had been like these years. Though Heaven Dou seemed to have more people and land, their military strength truly couldn't compare to Star Luo.
Even among the Star Luo royal family, it was survival of the fittest, and the nobles beneath them were just as fierce. They had no fear of death, determined to defend their families and the glory of the Star Luo Empire.
And even among new recruits, Star Luo's soldiers showed strong military discipline.
This was completely different from the Heaven Dou Empire.
"At this rate, my Heaven Dou Empire might really lose~"
Ge Long's brow furrowed tightly. The burden of this mission was just too great—it was about the empire's very survival!
He couldn't afford to take it lightly and had to consider countless factors.
The battlefield changed in an instant—he simply didn't have the time to think it all through.
On the Star Luo Empire's side, the corners of Dai Weisi's mouth lifted ever so slightly. The soldiers of Star Luo truly hadn't let him down—they hadn't let the emperor down either.
With a kill-to-death ratio of nearly two to one, the losses were enormous, but for Star Luo, it was a victory.
"This is the cruelty of the battlefield…"
Dai Weisi sighed, then continued to command with wisdom.
Those in the rear weren't idle either—some replenished their energy, others fired arrows or used long-range attacks, or provided support to comrades at the front…
The battlefield was terrifying, yet there were still those who found "opportunities."
Having witnessed everything, some of the more innocent-minded awakened the Eye of God…
But awakening the Eye of God didn't mean invincibility. They could still die, and on such a massive battlefield, their brilliance was only fleeting.
"Marshal Ge Long, another Genshin just fell!"
At that moment, someone came to Ge Long's side, a bitter look on his face as he spoke.
The so-called "Genshin" were those who had awakened the Eye of God. Because of it, they had transformed their own potential and gained the chance to become gods.
Thus, they were called "Genshin."
Hearing this, Ge Long's entire body trembled, his hand shook, but he didn't say much more.
"I know. Do your best to get those who've awakened the Eye of God to withdraw. They are the hope of the empire."
"But Marshal Ge Long, they refuse to retreat…"
"Life and death are fate, riches and honor are decreed by the heavens!"
Most of the Genshin here wished only to drive out the enemy or survive. How could they willingly leave the battlefield?
Ge Long understood this as well, and then closed his eyes.
Those who survived—perhaps they truly had the chance to become gods.
Unfortunately, there simply wasn't enough time for them to grow.
No one knew how much time passed before both sides tacitly took an intermission to tend to the battlefield.
If they didn't clean up, there would soon be nowhere left to stand.
And this was only the beginning—combined, both sides had already lost nearly two hundred thousand people!
It was a literal river of blood!
Time passed. After a brief respite, the fighting resumed. It had reached a point where neither side would stop until the other was destroyed.
"Kill…"
Battle cries thundered to the heavens. Soul skills of every color exploded in all directions, with no probing or hesitation.
This was the battlefield—who dared hold back?
Long-range soul skills fired off without the slightest concern for soul power consumption.
The scene shifted to Heaven Dou City.
"Xue Qinghe" sat on the throne, expressionless. Scouts arrived to report the frontline situation, while Heaven Dou's high officials stood on both sides, all shivering with fear, cold sweat soaking their backs.
The news from the front was grim. The casualties were nothing like those of the Star Luo Empire—the ratio was nearly two for one.
Three million against two million, and it turned out like this…
With a loud "smack," "Xue Qinghe" showed a look of fury, slamming a hand down on the dragon desk. But only she knew how pleased she truly was inside.
The officials were dumbfounded. It was the first time they'd seen "Xue Qinghe" so enraged, and they all shuddered.
"This is the moment of life and death for the empire. We can only win, not lose!"
"So what if the Star Luo Empire trades one for two? My Heaven Dou Empire has a long history, countless nobles—not something a mere four or five thousand years of their history can compare with!"
Hearing this, the officials felt something was off, but couldn't say what.
But "Xue Qinghe's" words seemed so right—the Heaven Dou Empire's long history, even if it meant relying on sheer numbers…
(End of this chapter)
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