Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Dragon City, Dragon Pavilion.

The conference room was a bit noisy today. Soul guides above level seven gathered together. The large conference table was covered with detailed topographic maps, island structure analysis, and instruction manuals for various level nine fixed-type soul guide shells.

Each level nine fixed-type soul-guided artillery shell has different effects and methods of use, which adds a lot of uncertainty to the blasting mission.

But there was no other way. These soul guides had just received a notice not long ago that their superiors wanted to know why the island was flying, so they had to discuss day and night how to deploy the ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shells to achieve the effect of blowing the entire island up into the sky.

Thanks to the current patriarch of the Qiangu Family, they were able to calculate the area of ​​Poseidon Island from those cultural relic sea charts that were tens of thousands of years old and create a high-precision three-dimensional model.

Although with the help of the ninth-level soul guide cannon, the ninth-level fixed-install soul guide shells can even strike across half the continent, but after several days and nights of discussion, most soul guides believe that without considering their own safety, it is safer to strike from high altitude or directly install the ninth-level fixed-install soul guide shells on the Sea God Island.

As for who would launch or install it, that was not within the consideration of this group of technicians. After all, the leader's requirement was only to blow up the island, so that the final discussion result had a kind of beauty that disregarded the life and death of the leader.

The superiors only need to fire the ninth-level fixed-install soul-guided artillery shells, but they have to consider more than that. The detonation sequence, the control of the energy release of the ninth-level fixed-install soul-guided artillery shells, and how to maximize the use of the natural terrain of the island to guide the explosion energy are all issues that the technicians need to consider.

Anyway, the head of the Qiangu family is eager to go into battle personally to avenge the destruction of the Spirit Hall.

Long Xiaoyao ordered the soul masters to leave, leaving only the Extreme Douluo to participate in the subsequent discussion.

Mu Xing ignored the black-haired young man who was eager to try, and calmly outlined precise blasting routes on the map. Each route had undergone a lot of rigorous calculations to ensure that the power of the ninth-level fixed-type soul guide artillery shells could be maximized.

The young man blinked his icy blue eyes, looking very happy, "Master, I have already arranged my funeral affairs, so I can definitely carry out this blasting mission!"

On the other hand, Long Xiaoyao and Rong Yu's expressions were hard to describe. The colleague who had worked together for many years usually looked quite eccentric, and in fact, he was indeed a lunatic.

"Panlong, I don't think this mission requires sacrificing the life of an Ultimate Douluo." Long Xiaoyao showed a disapproving expression, "Young people should cherish their lives more."

Although the head of the Qiangu family is nearly a hundred years old, he is still a child in Long Xiaoyao's eyes.

Does Dong Ling also see himself in this way? An inappropriate thought emerged in Long Xiaoyao's mind.

"No, Dragon Emperor, you don't understand hatred." Panlong Douluo shook his finger at Long Xiaoyao, "When everything you believe in is taken away from you, all you have left is revenge."

"But if you've been stuck in the dark past for too long, you can't predict what kind of beast you'll awaken." Long Xiaoyao looked at an ignorant child, "Don't rush to die. This mission may not cost anyone's life."

"Qian Gu Jing Yin, I don't intend to let any of you die in vain. A twin martial soul limit Douluo like you is a rare talent, so I suggest you take the time to go home and withdraw your will." Mu Xing raised his head, "Long Xiaoyao, maybe you are right, revenge will never end, because two kinds of damage can never be offset. For the party that is truly hurt, true satisfaction can only be achieved through two ways: complete forgiveness, or washing away sins with death. But this is not a story about forgiveness."

"How foolish it is to expose hatred on the surface! We should be humble and polite, and then kill with one blow..." Rong Yu maintained a decent smile. Originally, she had no grudges against the Sea God Island, but several caravans under her command disappeared in shipwrecks, which made her more angry than the Xingluo Emperor expelling her men from the city.

But most of the Extreme Douluo have their own set of principles in dealing with things. Twisting off Xu Jiawei's head is too easy for Rong Yu. The most cruel revenge is not killing, but destroying the heart.

“But, with such a thing happening in Poseidon’s temple, won’t Poseidon intervene? After all, Spirit Hall failed to incorporate Poseidon Island ten thousand years ago.” Rong Yu didn’t want Longge to do a losing business. Even though her words might have touched on Qiangu Jingyin’s sore spot, the life of an Extreme Douluo is also a life.

"If the gods want to punish us, they must first let us get what we want." Mu Xing raised his eyebrows, "Things are different now. I don't want to recruit them. I just want to blow them up."

Since the superiors have said so...

Suddenly, in a corner of the conference hall, the void began to distort, as if invisible hands were tearing the cloth of reality. A deep spatial crack appeared out of thin air, like a crack that suddenly bloomed in the dark night, and it whistled in with the biting cold wind from the north.

"Remember to knock on the door, my friend." The three Extreme Douluos were facing a formidable enemy, but their expressions returned to normal after Mu Xing spoke.

Di Tian held a dragon-shaped token emitting a deep purple light in his hand. He threw it lightly, drawing an elegant arc. The token seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, sliding to the end of the conference table and stopping just under Mu Xing's fingertips.

Rong Yu looked at the design of the token calmly. The senior staff of Dragon Pavilion all had a customized pass with their martial spirits engraved on it using gems or metals of different materials. The dragon on this token looked extremely similar to Long Xiaoyao's Dark Holy Dragon martial spirit.

“I want to, but my pass has expired.” Di Tian sat down next to Mu Xing without any hesitation. To be honest, he was a little unhappy. He hadn’t visited Dragon Pavilion for hundreds of years. He couldn’t even enter the gate and had to pick up Huo Yuhao to scan his face.

It feels like I have to look at other people's faces before entering my own home.

Mu Xing gently pushed the token and let it slide in front of Rong Yu. "Update his permissions as soon as possible, to the highest level."

"Yes." Rong Yu respectfully put away the token. She originally wanted to ask Long Xiaoyao about the true identity of this unfathomable man, but looking at Long Xiaoyao's expression, he obviously knew the other person.

The title of friend is not uncommon, and Muxing occasionally calls them that, but now that the identity token is in her hands, her curiosity can always be satisfied.

"Have you completed all the commissions?"

Di Tian nodded slightly, "Of course. But I have some more interesting findings, about..." What he uttered at the end was not a simple vibrato, but an obscure syllable that one could almost feel the resonance in the throat.