Within the range of his spiritual detection, Huo Yuhao stared at the sea of soul masters assembled on the distant mountain, where Dai Hao's forces stood densely packed. He sneered, "Quite a display of strength, my dear father. Well, your Western Corps has to have some muscle after all."
Then, connecting to the mental sharing network of the entire Power Armor Corps, Huo Yuhao issued the first command to start the battle:
"Attention all units! Before you stands the elite of the Western Corps, the pride of the three Douluo nations! Soldiers, you are no longer the powerless ordinary men who could only flee before their soul masters! You are now warriors, armed with the future's mightiest technology! Show these arrogant soul masters the power of our Empire's science and technology! There is no complicated tactic — just bring out the fruits of your training and crush them with your steel armor! Rear support will provide fire cover. Prepare for the assault! Soul propulsion engines, preheat!"
As his voice fell, the Extreme Ice Armor on Huo Yuhao's back, along with thousands of silver power armors, all unfolded propulsion tubes. Charged by sealed milk bottles, fiery orange-red glows ignited at their nozzles.
"Clang—"
At the very front of the formation, Huo Yuhao, lips curled into a cold smile, drew his weapon — an eighth-grade soul tool, the Ice Polar Chainsaw Sword — making a sharp noise as it sliced through the air.
'Now then, my dear father, are you ready to face your beloved son's first act of revenge?' Huo Yuhao thought excitedly, before switching to the rear communications channel. "Rear units, begin fire cover! Frontline will commence assault!"
"Copy that, Grand Designer! The Empire's Fire will rain upon the enemy. Wishing you triumphant return!" came the voice of the rear signal officer through the loudspeaker.
A few kilometers behind the Power Armor Corps, the Fire Support Corps had already set up their weapons — fixed-mount soul-guided shells, long-range high-energy soul beams — a grand collection of long-distance firepower soul tools, the culmination of thousands of years of Sun Moon Empire technological development. As the messenger said, this would consume countless sealed milk bottles, but the Empire's Fire would rain destruction upon the enemy and shield the charging power armor units.
"Boom——"
"Zing——"
At Huo Yuhao's command, the Fire Support Corps began their bombardment — a storm of colorful soul beams and shellfire lit up the sky, painting a breathtaking spectacle. Calling it the Empire's Fire was no exaggeration.
In his spiritual detection field, feeling the Empire's Fire pouring in from behind, Huo Yuhao nodded in satisfaction. Then, he gave the final order for the charge:
"Attention all units! The Empire's Fire will soon cover the front! All soul propulsion engines to first charge! Full-speed assault!"
"Buzz——"
In this moment, the sky above blazed with the Empire's Fire, and the ground gleamed with the brilliant glow of fully ignited soul propulsion engines. The brilliance of Sun and Moon paled before the lights of soul-guided technology blooming both in heaven and on earth. Only a nation like the Sun Moon Empire could bear such a mighty name.
In the distance, Dai Hao stared blankly at the glowing skies rushing towards them — stunned.
'Since when did the Sun Moon Empire possess this level of soul-guided firepower?!'
There was no time to linger. Dai Hao immediately amplified his voice using soul power, roaring:
"All units, scatter formation immediately! Channel soul power into defense! Activate defensive soul devices, quickly!"
Dai Hao himself activated his rare eighth-grade defensive soul shield, one of the few in the entire Star Luo Empire. His face was grim as he watched thousands of dazzling beams streak toward them at breakneck speed.
'What the hell has the Sun Moon Empire been taking!? How could they launch an attack of this magnitude? Where did they get so many soul masters?!'
"Could it be... the effect of those so-called soul devices ordinary people can use?" the grim-faced Elder Chen from the Star Luo Empire's Worship Hall muttered beside Dai Hao.
Dai Hao said nothing. His mind raced, trying to figure out how to counter this assault. With fixed-mount soul shells and soul beams raining down from the sky, high-level soul masters might survive, but the lower-level ones... regret gnawed at him.
'If I had known the Sun Moon Empire's strike would be this ferocious, I would have ordered a retreat long ago.'
But it was too late for regrets now. There was no time left to withdraw.
Only one or two seconds passed before the first wave of soul beams struck.
The Western Corps, disciplined and experienced, did not fall into chaos despite the overwhelming pressure. They dispersed quickly and activated defensive formations. However, the Star Luo Empire's backward soul-guided technology meant most soldiers had no personal shields. Only advanced defensive-type soul masters had them — and others? They could only rely on their bodies.
"Ahhh!"
"Argh!"
Screams rang out almost immediately. Those were the lucky ones. Many soldiers hit by the high-energy soul beams perished instantly — soul kings, soul emperors, painstakingly cultivated by Star Luo over decades, wiped out before even engaging in close combat.
Fortunately, even high-energy beams would lose some power over long distances. Most soldiers being soul kings minimized casualties somewhat.
But the agony was not over. Even as the soul beams passed, the skies rained another nightmare — fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh-grade fixed-mount soul shells.
The Fire Support Corps had wisely held back their eighth and ninth-grade shells. One, to avoid friendly fire on the charging power armor troops; two, because such high-grade shells were too rare and precious to waste when cheaper firepower would suffice.
"Boom——"
"Boom——"
Shell after shell fell among Dai Hao's forces, exploding into roaring infernos.
This time, there were no screams. Only deafening blasts resounded around Dai Hao. Flames and corpses surrounded him. His bloodshot eyes burned with fury. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails pierced his palms and drew blood.
There was no doubt. The White Tiger of the Empire had committed a devastating mistake, dragging his nation one step closer to ruin.
(End of Chapter)
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