Chapter 1208: Two Emperors Conscripting Troops

Chapter 1208: Two Emperors Recruit Soldiers

Dazzling purple lightning and surging red clouds, like a mighty flood breaking through a dam, irresistibly surged directly into every corner of the stone corridor, spreading outwards along different paths.

The Styx light on the walls suddenly dimmed, and dense cracks spread in all directions, like a shattered eggshell. The point of impact was precisely in the direction of the elevator!

The many guests in the conference room had no idea what was happening. The moment the roar sounded, the aftermath of the impact directly shattered the thick, heavy door of the conference room. The broken remnants of the door flew backward through the dust, crashing directly against the wall not far from Sun Zhongliang!

The strong smell of burning and dust assaulted everyone, causing them instinctively to cover their mouths and noses. They stared intently at the direction of the door, their eyes filled with shock!

“Du Shang… was breached from the outside?”

Sun Zhongliang spoke, disbelief in his voice.

After all, nearly all powerful Divine Path users in the country had been gathered by him in this conference room: Seventh-tier Sun Bumian, Sixth-tier Han Xiang and Xiao Chunping… Who else could possibly break through Du Shang from the outside with brute force now?

“That’s…” Shen Nan paused, looking at the CCTV monitors that had turned into static.

“They’re here, they’re here!”

Beside him, Sun Bumian rubbed his hands together, somewhat excited.

“I knew it; that glimmer of hope was bound to come true!!”

Crimson warning lights flickered through the thick dust and smoke.

From the blurred light and shadow, two figures slowly emerged…

One was clad in a traditional opera robe, like a red-clad performer stepping off a stage, mysterious and eerie; the other had purple-gold eyes, exuding imperial dominance in every gesture, commanding respect without needing to speak. The two stopped amidst the flickering red light, their gazes calmly sweeping over everyone.

“It seems we’ve arrived just in time.” Chen Ling’s lips curved into a slight smile.

Ying Fu’s eyes seemed to pierce through people’s hearts. He lowered his eyelids, and the next moment, the aura of the Emperor’s Divine Path surged from beneath his feet, rising like a golden stairway connecting to the heavens.

The moment the Emperor’s Divine Path fully manifested, all Divine Path users in the conference room felt a natural suppressive force bearing down. The lower their tier, the more obvious the sensation, with a few young people who had just joined “White Hand” nearly collapsing to their knees on the spot.

“Grandma… what is that?” Yao Qing’s face was pale. He clutched Xiao Chunping’s hand beside him, his palm already sweating.

“Why is my Divine Path becoming uncontrollable?”

Xiao Chunping’s gaze was fixed on the imperial figure, as if she had realized something. “Could it be…”

“I am the Emperor of the Imperial Path.”

Ying Fu’s deep voice echoed through the conference room. “Today, the world suffers a catastrophe, plagued by disaster. I was born in response to this fate, and I have arrived by destiny… Hundreds of thousands of people in Wushan Town are trapped in the underground ruins, their lives hanging by a thread!

Are you willing to follow me, to slay the alien races, and save the common people?”

The words seemed to possess an inexplicable power of persuasion. The moment they resonated through the conference room, everyone felt as if they could already see the scene outside: mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and disaster besieging the city. They were profoundly shaken to their core.

Chen Ling, standing beside him, glanced at him as if sneering.

He naturally understood that Ying Fu had woven the power of “Imperial Examination” into these two sentences. Ultimately, the Imperial Examination was a mental process for deep mutual understanding between a ruler and his subjects. Not only would Ying Fu delve into the hearts of his subjects, but his subjects would also glimpse Ying Fu’s ambitions.

When their minds resonated, a certain contract would be forged. Ying Fu would need to help them achieve their goals, and they, in turn, would become his subjects. Otherwise, neither side would fare well. This could not be considered brainwashing, but rather a more efficient “exchange.” If Ying Fu’s personal charisma were insufficient, the success rate of the Imperial Examination would be greatly reduced.

Currently, Ying Fu was undoubtedly leveraging the dire situation outside, using the ancient emperors’ favorite stratagem of “arriving by destiny” and “mandated by heaven” to gain the trust of the populace. In this way, even if Ying Fu did not actively seek out subjects, some among them would still be drawn by his imperial aura and choose to follow him.

Undeniably, this was indeed the best method for “recruiting soldiers” at present. It couldn’t be said that Ying Fu had malicious intentions; at most, it was a clever way of seizing an opportunity.

Indeed, under the innate commanding presence of the Emperor’s Divine Path, many people were already unconsciously swayed by Ying Fu…

The next moment,

Chen Ling, clad in the crimson opera robe, slowly parted his lips…

The ancient secret technique of the Theatrical Path: True Word!

“Although a nuclear strike occurred, a large number of civilians survived in the shelters. They are also parents, children, wives, and husbands, and they are still struggling to save themselves…

Starlight is protecting their path forward, but someone is still needed to drag them out of the abyss… The two of us alone are far from enough.

We need more people to carve out a bloody path to survival together.”

Under the power of the True Word, the emotions of the crowd were stirred even more intensely, but at the same time, a significant portion of their attention was drawn to Chen Ling.

Though Ying Fu was extremely displeased by this, the current situation was unique, making it difficult for him to react openly. He merely cast a cold glance at Chen Ling.

“So it was you two…”

Sun Zhongliang looked at the two, his mind recalling the intelligence reports of two mysterious individuals who had caused a major disturbance in Shanghai two days prior. The figures before him gradually matched, and understanding dawned in his eyes.

He spoke with a complicated expression:

“I understand your sentiments, but I must ask a very practical question… Even if you manage to save everyone, how will you house them?”

The conference room immediately fell into a dead silence.

The 7012 Underground Project consisted of only one level, and being a temporary modification, its capacity was extremely limited. Even if only a hundred thousand survivors remained after a nuclear strike, this place was far from able to accommodate them.

But if they didn’t come here, how many shelters could possibly survive under the onslaught of disaster?

Chen Ling and Ying Fu exchanged glances, and the former calmly spoke:

“Here, of course.”

Sun Zhongliang immediately shook his head. “As you can see, the 7012 Underground Project is only this large; there’s simply no space to shelter more people…”

“That might not be the case.”

Faint tendrils of electric light flickered from beneath Chen Ling’s and Ying Fu’s feet, and terrifying psychic energy erupted from both of them!

With their full effort, the power of Reshaping was pushed to its limit. The soil beneath the 7012 Project was rapidly being transformed, replicating the layout and structure of the current level and wildly stacking downwards into the depths of the earth!

One level, two levels, three levels, four levels… The primary construction of the 7012 Underground Project was stone and concrete, making replication through Reshaping incredibly easy for Ying Fu and Chen Ling. Under their combined efforts, identical structures extended deeper and deeper underground, all connected by staircases…

Beneath the earth, invisible to the naked eye, a towering structure built downwards was gradually taking shape!