Warlord: King of All Clans

On the flat earth, the hydraulic mechanism of the giant silo door emitted a metallic screech as it slowly opened, revealing the dark mouth of the well.

A three-stage solid-fuel rocket with a thrust of a thousand tons roared to life, its blazing white tail flame illuminating the launch site as if it were daytime.

An intercontinental ballistic missile soared into the sky in an instant.

It took off from one continent, traversed half the planet, and then landed on another continent.

As the missile plunged straight into the earth, a nuclear explosion occurred, instantly vaporizing everything, and a white light a thousand times brighter than the midday sun obscured everything, making it impossible to look directly at.

The next second, a pressure shockwave tore through the earth, simultaneously giving birth to an orange-red fireball.

Millions of tons of dust were swept up by the rising air currents, eventually forming a mushroom cloud more than three thousand meters high.

Even with a god's-eye view, standing thousands of miles away to observe, Old Pete felt a tremor deep in his soul.

Only a Saint-tier self-detonation has such terrifying power!

It took Leo a whole day to describe the working principle of nuclear fusion to Old Pete, from atomic structure to nuclear energy principles.

But a simple description lacks any persuasive power; no one who hasn't witnessed it can truly grasp how much energy nuclear fusion releases.

Fortunately, Leo had spent so much time with Ayr over the years that his own soul power had reached the required level, and he had finally learned some bluffing tricks.

He could barely manage to conjure up some frightening images like Ayr to exert mental influence on his enemies.

This beggar-version of soul link technique was extremely difficult to use, but Old Pete was equally extraordinary and able to actively receive it.

Thus, the scene of a nuclear bomb explosion detonated in Old Pete's mind.

"This, is this nuclear fusion?"

Leo nodded and said, "Yes, this is the explosive effect of a nuclear bomb, and there are even more powerful ones."

Old Pete couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Heresy, heresy!"

Once the path of transcendence enters the Saint-tier, the body can be completely elementalized, enough to withstand the attacks of most conventional weapons.

But the electromagnetic pulse created by a nuclear bomb can even tear apart elemental bodies.

Once such a weapon is created, even Saints will be afraid.

Old Pete stared at Leo with a deep gaze, feeling that there was one more type of doomsday crisis.

Leo bit the bullet and explained, "But such power can also be used to generate electricity, providing you with energy through a Holy Light conversion device."

"Imagine building ten or eight large nuclear fusion reactors in the City of Holy Light, directly generating electricity from seawater. Nuclear fusion to become a god is more practical than your faith to become a god, isn't it?"

Old Pete couldn't listen anymore and waved his hand, "Shut your mouth and go knock your gong."

"Ten or eight of them? If one explodes, wouldn't it send my old bones to heaven?"

After Leo left in disappointment, Old Pete sighed, looked at the magnificent and sacred, peaceful and beautiful City of Holy Light, and fell into deep thought.

For a full hour, his figure suddenly turned into a soft golden light and slowly dissipated.

Deep within the Holy Light Hall, the Holy Light Crystal emitted a slight "buzzing" sound.

"Begin probability calculations."

…

In the Southern Territory's Imperial Capital, with the departure of the River Bend envoy, the heated war of words that had lasted for more than half a year finally came to an end, and the Imperial Capital returned to its original state.

In the Grand Assembly, a group of noble councilors continued to argue every day over trivial matters, while the real power nobles had already concentrated their forces to go north and make a fortune.

Those issues that truly affected the direction of the empire were all put aside.

Among the common people, the residents of the Imperial Capital were also cheering for the Northern Expedition, indulging in the prosperity and strength of the empire.

Although the two newspapers controlled by Dennis were openly and secretly publicizing the impropriety of this Northern Expedition, this argument obviously did not conform to the mainstream thinking of the people.

Southern Territory people are Southern Territory people, and they will not favor the Northern Territory just because the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory is the maternal grandfather of the Imperial Princess.

Especially with the Northern Territory's specialty products selling well in the Imperial Capital, such views are even more spurned.

Why buy Northern Territory specialties at a high price when it's more cost-effective to directly lead troops to rob them?

If the royal power's control over the Imperial Capital wasn't so strong now, the nobles of the Imperial Capital would have led troops to support the border earls.

Little Mouse held today's newspaper in her hand and ran to the Sword Saint Dojo to complain.

"Teacher! Why don't you do anything! They're bullying my grandfather and Olivia sister!"

Argyll was annoyed by the noise and scolded, "What does it have to do with me? If they're bullying your grandfather, go help him."

After the news that Leo had been placed under house arrest by the Holy Light Pope came, Her Royal Highness the Princess ran over to cry at the first moment, asking him to go to the City of Holy Light to snatch Leo back.

Seeing that he ignored her, she now came to ask him to help the Northern Territory.

Little Mouse approached Argyll, grabbed his sleeve, and began to clumsily wiggle her butt, staring at him with a pitiful look.

This was a flattering technique she had learned from the River Bend dogs, and she hadn't used it for many years, making it particularly rusty.

Watching the Imperial Princess run out of the dojo, Argyll put down his book and sighed.

In order to suppress him, this Saint-tier, the major forces in the Southern Territory had gathered four Ninth-level powerhouses, who were guarding outside the Imperial Capital.

If he really had to force his way through, it wasn't that he couldn't leave, but the million people in the Imperial Capital would inevitably suffer, and the palace would also lose its protection.

In other words, just sitting in the palace and reading books, he had already helped the Northern Territory enough by restraining the four Ninth-level powerhouses of the Southern Territory.

Outside the Sword Saint Dojo, Noreen and Dennis were waiting outside. Seeing Little Mouse come out, they quickly asked, "What did Lord Argyll say?"

Little Mouse raised her right hand, and her slender fingers slowly clenched into a fist, cracking as she squeezed, "Old fogey, pretending to be cultured. When my swordsmanship is great, I'll defeat him first!"

Noreen and Dennis looked at each other, shaking their heads helplessly. The Princess's actions, expressions, and tone were exactly the same as Leo's.

As the Princess's left and right ministers, they both felt guilty for watching their lord being led astray.

Noreen comforted, "Lord Argyll is a Saint-tier, and every move he makes has far-reaching influence. It is indeed not appropriate to act rashly. We still have to think of our own solutions."

Dennis also said, "The River Bend teleportation gate has not been closed and can maintain contact at any time. If the war is unfavorable, our Royal Musketeer Corps can also support River Bend through the teleportation gate. Your Highness the Princess doesn't need to be too anxious."

Little Mouse nodded, "Then I'll first assist with a hundred gunsmiths to help them build firearms."

Noreen's face was slightly embarrassed, "I've already communicated with the chief craftsman of River Bend, and they don't look up to them…"

Little Mouse made another request, "Then, can I go back to River Bend to take a look?"

Noreen and Dennis looked at each other and shook their heads together, "Your Highness the Princess, it's not the time yet."