Its shoulder armor unfolded, and twelve remote Soul Tool cannons rose simultaneously, their dark muzzles locking onto the imperial palace.
Xu Tianyao's voice came through the remote Soul Tool communicator.
"Civilization Punisher No. 1, activate combat mode."
"Hostile units detected."
"Execute first-priority orders."
The giant machine raised its right arm. The armor along the outside of its arm rapidly parted, and a black cannon barrel more than ten meters long extended from within.
A blinding white light flared at the barrel's tip, warping the surrounding space.
Deep within the Dou Ling Empire's imperial palace, a white-haired old man suddenly rushed onto the high platform.
"Everyone, get back!"
He was an imperial consecrated of the Dou Ling Empire and the strongest soul master in the palace—the ninety-seventh-ranked Tianyang Douluo.
But before his words had even faded, Civilization Punisher No. 1's main cannon had finished charging.
A white beam tore through the night sky. The outer City-Defending Soul Tool Array held for only two breaths before being forcibly ripped apart.
The heavy metal walls began melting from the center. The beam pressed onward, passing through the palace gates, outer hall, and inner court, completely vaporizing vast swathes of buildings.
The shockwave from the explosion surged into the sky.
The flags above the Douling Imperial Palace were shredded by flames. A crown-shaped Soul Tool ornament fell from the roof of the main hall and smashed onto the cracked ground.
The emperor crawled out of the rubble, his face covered in blood.
He looked up at the giant machine standing in the center of the square, his eyes filled with terror.
"Quick, stop it!"
"Mobilize every soul master in the imperial city!"
"Get the reinforcements into the city immediately!"
Several Soul Douluos had barely charged before Civilization Punisher No. 1 when its left arm