Dai Hao felt a wave of helplessness.
He had fought all his life and endured countless great battles, yet he had never felt as lost as he did now.
Surrender? He could not do it! He was the emperor of the Star Luo Empire—how could he bow his head to outsiders?
Resist? But against those infinitely powerful Soul Guidance Cannons, their resistance would be futile and would only send more soldiers to their deaths for nothing.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
The generals beside him had also panicked. They all looked to Dai Hao, hoping he could come up with an answer.
Dai Hao opened his mouth, only to find that he could not say a single word.
Then Dai Hao looked around at the generals who had followed him for years, at the young soldiers on the walls whose eyes held both fear and a trace of hope. His heart was filled with tangled emotions.
For a moment, Dai Hao did not know how to answer them either.
Should he tell them that the Star Luo Empire might soon perish?
Or should he tell them to take up their weapons and face Soul Guidance Cannons that they simply could not withstand?
The wind swept over the city walls, carrying the scent of the Sun-Moon Empire's army beyond the city—a cold, despairing scent.
Dai Hao slowly closed his eyes, his mind in complete chaos.
He knew that the Star Luo Empire did not have much time left.
Yet he still had not found a path forward.
Outside the city, the Sun-Moon Empire's Soul Guidance Cannons had already been set up. Their dark-blue muzzles were aimed at Star Luo City, as though they only awaited a single command before reducing this ancient city of a thousand years to ruins.
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