A Salvo of Soul Guidance Cannons Sweeps the Ground Clean-I Wiped Out an Entire Battalion Alone

"BT, don't waste ammunition. Start with the Level Seven and Level Eight Soul Guidance Cannons!"

As he looked at the vast sea of mechas before him,

Luo Feng wasn't nervous at all. He was actually excited.

This was his debut on Douluo Continent.

It was also the foundation of his growth.

If not for the earlier naval battle, he might not have learned the basic rules of Douluo Continent.

For a transmigrator like him, who possessed the Vanguard Titan, this was basically a monster-hunting game.

The more he killed, the more experience he gained, and the higher his level climbed!

[Ironclad, rest assured. I have formulated an attack plan. You only need to approve the outcome.]

In fact, although the enemy had several hundred mechas,

the strongest among them were only Black-Grade Mechas.

At least, so far, the radar hadn't detected any red mechas.

They were all weaklings!

Against enemies of this caliber,

one Level Seven Soul Guidance Cannon could theoretically take out three.

Setting aside defenses and evasive maneuvers, it would take about two to get the job done.

One Level Eight Soul Guidance Cannon could theoretically take out eight to ten mechas.

What was more, the enemy's formation was extremely dense.

A single shot could achieve unimaginable results through splash damage alone!

"Excellent!"

"Open fire! Blow them to pieces!"

[As you command, Ironclad.]

As BT's cold, emotionless mechanical voice rang out, the Vanguard Titan's enormous metal body abruptly halted in midair.

It entered a full-volley firing stance.

"Ka-ka-ka-ka!"

A series of grating, heavy-metal clanks rang out across the sky.

The armor on the Vanguard Titan's shoulders folded back to either side, revealing dense matrices of miniature missile launchers packed together like a beehive;

at the same time, the concealed weapons bay in the mecha's chest swung open with a rumble.

More than thirty [Level Seven Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons] glimmering with a deep blue light, along with fifteen larger [Level Eight Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons] radiating a blinding red glow,

all locked on and ignited simultaneously under the Titan's fire-control system, whose computational speed rivaled that of a god!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

It was as though a meteor shower were falling upward across the sky!

Forty or fifty deadly streaks of light, each dragging a long trail of flame,

traced bizarre arcs through the air, utterly defying the laws of aerodynamics.

They were firing in the classic Itano Circus style—the kind of trajectory seen in aerial mecha battles in the Gundam series!

Like an overwhelming tide, with no chance of escape, they roared toward the densely packed Federal mecha corps ahead.

At that moment, the more than one hundred Federal mechas on the opposite side were still advancing rapidly in a tight combat formation.

Inside the leading Black-Grade Federal mecha,

the commander looked at the lone blip on his radar, a faint, contemptuous smirk still tugging at his lips.

"It's just some unknown mecha model that doesn't know when to quit. It dares to stand in the way of the Federal East Sea City First Mecha Battalion?

"All units, maintain formation. Use the main cannons to lay down intersecting fire and blast it to—"

"Beep-beep-beep-beep!!!"

Before the commander could finish, the mecha's green radar display was instantly flooded with blinding red.

The highest-level air-raid siren shrieked as if it would pierce his eardrums.

"Warning! Detected lock-on by ultra-high-energy weapons!"

"Warning! Quantity: extremely dense! Energy level: Level Seven to Level Eight!"

"Unable to evade! Unable to evade!"

"What?"

The commander's smirk froze, replaced by the horrified look of a man who'd seen a ghost.

Dozens of Level Seven or higher Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons?

Even the Federation's top-of-the-line interstellar mothership couldn't unleash such a terrifying salvo without an extended charging period!

This simply defied the basic principles of Soul Guidance Technology!

But the Reaper wasn't about to give him time to ponder the laws of physics.

"Boom!!!"

The first Level Seven Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon struck the left flank of the Federal mecha formation with pinpoint accuracy.

This was only the beginning.

Next came a string of explosions, dense as firecrackers yet ten thousand times more terrifying than thunder!

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!!"

In the skies above a stretch of sea only a few kilometers across, more than thirty Level Seven Soul Guidance Cannons and fifteen Level Eight Soul Guidance Cannons

burst into bloom one after another like crimson lotuses of death blossoming in the depths of hell!

The raging energy storms piled atop and compressed against one another, eventually forming an absolute zone of annihilation that swallowed even the light.

This was a one-sided massacre, an utterly unreasonable dimensional strike.

The [Purple-Grade Mechas], so expensive to build on Douluo Continent and regarded by countless ordinary Soul Masters as the ultimate dream,

were as fragile as sheets of paper at the heart of the Level Seven Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon explosions.

Their vaunted Soul Power defense shields didn't last even half a second before bursting like soap bubbles.

Then the blistering heat and shock waves ripped apart and vaporized the Purple-Grade Mechas' outer armor.

The [Black-Grade Mechas], usually so haughty and said to be able to take on a hundred foes at once on the battlefield, met an equally miserable fate.

When the fifteen Level Eight Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons detonated amid the barrage,

their terrifying penetration and explosive yield became death warrants for the Black-Grade Mechas.

"No! Hold them off! Hold them off!"

The Federal mecha commander frantically strained his Soul Douluo-level Soul Power, trying to raise the Black-Grade Mecha's final defenses.

But to his despair, under the Vanguard Titan's monstrous fire-control lock,

a full three Level Eight Soul Guidance Cannons had formed a "品" shape and locked onto him!

"Thud—crack!"

The sturdy chest armor of the Black-Grade Mecha was pierced in an instant.

Raging plasma flames rampaged through the mecha, followed by a horrifying secondary explosion!

The sky was dyed a painfully vivid crimson.

As the explosions chained together, a ghastly "rainstorm" fell from the sky, full of the violence and cruelty of the industrial age.

It was made up of countless torn steel fragments, burning Soul Guidance batteries, and severed treads and mechanical arms.

And among these cold machine parts lay scenes even more harrowing.

The Federal mecha pilots, who had been hiding in their cockpits, believing themselves invulnerable,

were met by the destructive shock waves as soon as their armor was torn open.

Charred limbs, mangled torsos, and even blood that had yet to fully congeal mingled with burning engine oil.

They clattered down into the churning waters of the East Sea below.

The sea was instantly stained a grisly dark red.

[ Ding! Congratulations! You have successfully destroyed an enemy cluster of Purple-Grade Mechas and killed 142 Soul Emperor-level mecha pilots. Your Soul Power Level has increased by 1! ]

[ Ding! Congratulations! You have successfully destroyed an enemy formation of Black-Grade Mechas and killed 45 Soul Saint- and Soul Douluo-level commanders. Your Soul Power Level has increased by 2! ]

[ Ding! Current Soul Power Level: 91 (Titled Douluo)! ]

Inside the Vanguard Titan's cockpit, Luo Feng listened to the system notifications ringing through his mind like celestial music.

Feeling the terrifying Soul Power within him undergo another transformation, he curled his lips into a sinister, Reaper-like grin.

"So this is what the ancients meant by 'one general's success is built on ten thousand bones'?"

"But to level up quickly from here on, I'll probably have to hunt Titled Douluo!"