At that moment, Chen Guo radiated a murderous aura, his presence commanding the room like a tempest on the horizon. His voice, laced with boundless majesty, reverberated through the banquet hall.
"Ah, the Kingdom of Tang is no more," he declared with a laugh, one filled with arrogance and pride. "We have claimed what is rightfully ours. From now on, this land shall belong to the mighty Chen Guo!"
The room filled with applause, and the generals and officials, gathered in celebration, bowed low in respect to their ruler. Among them, a eunuch, standing with measured calm, spoke flatly: "Congratulations, my Lord, on the utter destruction of Tang. The territories are now yours to command."
"Haha!" Chen Guo's laughter echoed, booming through the hall. "It was but Tang Guo, a small threat. Without their world props, defeating them was as easy as drinking water."
In truth, his words carried weight. Chen Guo had indeed earned this moment of triumph. Few powers could rival them, and with Tang's fall, his kingdom had expanded by hundreds of thousands of miles—doubling its might. Soon, the whole world would bow before the invincible ruler of Chen Guo.
One general, unable to contain his enthusiasm, added, "Indeed, my lord. We control the most powerful world prop—the Gravity Ball. When activated, it increases gravity tenfold, rendering the Tang soldiers helpless. They could do nothing but surrender."
The very mention of world props sent a chill of awe through the room. These relics were forces that disrupted the natural balance, wielding immense power in the hands of mortals. The Gravity Ball had turned the tide of battle in Chen Guo’s favor, neutralizing entire armies with ease. It had crushed the Tang Kingdom underfoot, ensuring a swift victory and the capture of their capital. No mortal could withstand the power of such artifacts.
Lord Chen Guo's face darkened momentarily as he asked, "And what of Prince Li Xiao? Have you captured him?"
The room fell silent. The prince's capture was the final piece of this conquest, a symbolic victory that would sever the last threads of Tang's resistance.
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A general stepped forward, his face grim. "My lord, I bring unfortunate news. General Feiying, tasked with pursuing Prince Li Xiao, has failed. His entire army of 100,000 men has been annihilated."
The room went cold at the news. The Flying Eagle Message, an ancient communication tool, had conveyed this shocking report. It was an artifact of great rarity, capable of transmitting messages over vast distances in mere moments.
Lord Chen Guo's fury was palpable, his eyes narrowing with disbelief and anger. "What do you mean? A mere group of remnants defeated my finest general and obliterated an army of 100,000 men?" His voice cracked like thunder, shaking the walls of the hall.
This defeat stung deeply. Chen Guo’s forces had suffered minimal casualties during their conquest of the Tang Kingdom. Yet, in the pursuit of a single prince, his best general and a vast army had been crushed. The very thought of such a loss was unbearable.
The general hesitated but then continued, "It is said that Prince Li Xiao fled to the forbidden land of the gods. At that moment, an ancient god emerged from the forbidden land. This deity was massive, its form towering like a mountain. The soldiers had no chance against such a being. The few survivors managed to escape, but the rest were slain."
The room fell into stunned silence at the mention of the forbidden land of the gods. This place, steeped in legend, was said to be where gods once walked, a cursed land where none who entered returned. For centuries, the forbidden land had remained a myth, a story passed down through generations. Few believed the gods still existed, and even fewer dared speak of them.
"An ancient god from the forbidden land?" Lord Chen Guo repeated, his voice low with disbelief. "You cannot be serious."
The general, unwavering, spoke with conviction. "The man who relayed this message is a trusted confidant. He would not deceive me with such lies. That creature, whether god or not, is undeniably formidable."
A murmur spread through the officials and generals as their faces paled. An ancient god, once thought to be mere myth, now appeared in the world, challenging the very foundations of their power. The thought of such a being emerging was terrifying.
"What if it's true?" someone whispered, their voice filled with unease. "What if we have angered a god? What will become of Chen Guo?"
Lord Chen Guo’s face darkened, but a steely resolve settled in his eyes. He rose, his posture commanding the room’s attention. "Hahaha, even if it is an ancient god, what of it? I, Chen Guo, am no mere mortal. With the might of my forces and the power of the Gravity Ball, even a god shall fall before me."
His laughter was cold, filled with arrogance. "Let that ancient god come! Let it face the wrath of Chen Guo. If it dares to step foot on this land, today it shall meet its end."