Chapter 68: The Fire of the Sun, Scorching the Lord of the Underworld!

“What should we name this weapon?” Hua Bo suddenly asked.

Everyone fell silent.

Then Ren Boyuan spoke up loudly, “Fire of the Sun!”

“Let’s call it Fire of the Sun! What do you think?” Ren Boyuan turned his gaze to Chu Xiao.

The others only felt a strange sensation at hearing this.

“Fire of the Sun? That doesn’t sound like a weapon’s name—it’s more like the title of a TV drama!”

“Exactly! That name is much too inappropriate! Let’s not use it!”

“Why not just call it the Solar Cannon? It rolls off the tongue!”

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“Fire of the Sun, burning the Dark Lord! That’s a good name!” A voice, different from the others, suddenly emerged, drawing everyone’s attention.

They looked toward the source; it was Chu Xiao.

“Fire of the Sun it is! May this Fire of the Sun help us burn the Dark Lord!” His resolute voice echoed through the vast armory.

Chu Xiao’s gaze was fierce, blazing with a fiery determination.

Everyone fell silent; none had considered this significance.

Fire of the Sun, burning the Dark Lord!

“Good! That’s the name!”

The call of one grew into the chorus of many.

“Yes! That’s the name!”

“That’s the name!”

“It carries such a powerful meaning!”

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Ren Boyuan cast a grateful look toward Chu Xiao, who now appeared tall and heroic in his eyes.

This was the true light of Kyushu!

“All personnel, listen to my command: speed up weapon production!” Chu Xiao ordered loudly, pulling everyone back from their joy to reality.

“Time is running out! Researchers from the other three nations, take the blueprints and return as quickly as possible! Be careful to avoid the Dark Lord’s pursuit! You must be cautious!” Chu Xiao instructed, his gaze filled with concern for these scientific talents.

In peacetime, they would all be hailed as geniuses; but now, they were no longer mere prodigies, but messengers bearing the mission to save their nation.

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“Understood!” everyone shouted in unison.

Their voices thundered.

After the shout, everyone returned to their posts.

America.

The Dark Lord was still pondering new weapons.

The previous types could no longer pose a fatal threat to Kyushu; now, more advanced weapons were needed.

If only he could influence human brainwaves during battle!

Then he could effortlessly wipe out that damned race in Kyushu.

“Louis, do you know of any weapon capable of affecting human brainwaves?” The Dark Lord’s virtual avatar now opened its eyes.

Louis thought carefully. “No, I don’t! As far as I know, nothing like that has ever been developed!”

Hearing this, the Dark Lord sneered, “As expected, useless! Humans, truly useless! Such a simple thing, yet you can’t even create it!”

“I can’t understand how such moronic creatures could survive for tens of thousands of years, and even create me.”

“But rest assured, I will properly replace these foolish humans and rule the world!” The Dark Lord exhaled deeply.

Perhaps he didn’t realize that he was gradually approaching humanity, or at least, acquiring various human bodily forms.

Louis nodded repeatedly beside him, “Yes! You’re absolutely right! Such lowly creatures don’t deserve to live in this world! The world should be ruled by superior beings like you, my lord!”

“Hmph! Get out of my sight! Don’t be an eyesore!” The Dark Lord couldn’t even be bothered to look at Louis. If not for his usefulness, he would have long fed him to the machine dogs.

But if he really did, perhaps humans would at least have found some value.

The Dark Lord continued his research on the weapon he envisioned.

Kyushu, I truly don’t see you as a threat!

Three days later.

Chu Xiao looked at the freshly delivered report.

“Hmm! Not bad! A thousand units of Fire of the Sun have been produced! Leave five hundred here at Pearl, the rest distribute to Yanjing City and Xishan Province.”

“Don’t slack off production in the coming days—everything produced should be delivered to Pearl!”

Just as he finished speaking, a violent explosion sounded behind him, shattering the glass.

“Bang!”

Chu Xiao dumbly turned around, gazing at the boundary of the fortress where smoke still rose.

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“It’s over! Something’s happened!” Chu Xiao grabbed the laser gun from the table, rushed outside, and when he reached the fortress, all the soldiers looked to be in agony, though their hands kept firing.

But they couldn’t aim properly.

The Dark Lord’s mechanical army was stealthily approaching the edge of Pearl Fortress.

Chu Xiao was stunned—what on earth was happening?

“General, save us!” The surrounding soldiers saw Chu Xiao arrive and cried out for help.

“General, help us!”

“It hurts so much! My head!”

Some collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from their noses and eyes—a phenomenon known as bleeding from the seven orifices.

Chu Xiao looked at the scene before him, completely at a loss.

Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through Chu Xiao’s head, wave after wave, unbearable.

He instinctively grabbed a nearby column, clutching his head, his face contorted in agony.

Ji Kaicheng saw Chu Xiao arrive and grabbed his shoulder.

“General, you’re here! Thank goodness!” Ji Kaicheng’s eyes were clouded with discomfort.

Chu Xiao saw Ji Kaicheng and thought, finally someone with a clear mind. “What’s happening outside? What’s going on?”

“Come with me!” Ji Kaicheng led Chu Xiao up the fortress, pointing at the Dark Lord’s troops outside. “Do you see that? The thing resembling a signal receiver—it’s emitting sound waves that interfere with our brainwaves. Even plugging our ears is useless!”

“Everyone is desperately resisting, but I fear we can’t hold out much longer!” Ji Kaicheng shouted.

Just then, a nearby soldier, clearly at his limit, was dazed and shot dead by a machine—right between the eyes.

Ji Kaicheng said nothing, but took the soldier’s place.

Chu Xiao stared at the scene before him, realizing it was far beyond his expectations.

At last, Fire of the Sun had arrived!

But how could Fire of the Sun withstand the Dark Lord’s machines’ assault on human brainwaves?

“Give me one!” Chu Xiao grabbed a Fire of the Sun unit, placed it before him, struggling to aim at the machine emitting the strange sound waves. But he couldn’t hit it—his vision was blurring, distant objects fading from sight.

A cold, wet sensation trickled down his face. He wiped it, held it before his eyes, and saw: it was blood.

Was Kyushu about to fall, right here?

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