Chapter 1291: Persuasion to Surrender

Chapter 1291: Persuasion of Surrender

As the Titan God Clan's vast army was about to descend upon the Supreme Continent,

ten thousand cosmic vessels surged from the Supreme Continent, flying straight toward the direction of the Titan God Clan's fleet.

These ten thousand ships were led by five colossal Cosmic Emperors, each bearing the banner of the sun surrounded by stars.

It was the flag of the Jiaoyang Empire!

Soon,

the Titan God Clan's ships noticed the approaching fleet.

[Warning!]

[The Jiaoyang Empire's cosmic fleet is approaching our forces. Shall we initiate counterattack according to the "Mieyang Operation Plan"?]

The intelligent deity within the ship communicated this message to the Titan God Clan.

The six master gods of the Titan race and the four master-god-level powerhouses of their vassal races wore sneers upon their faces.

"To actually dare leave the Supreme Continent on his own initiative to engage us in battle? Splendid, splendid, this suits our desires perfectly."

"Fighting outside the Supreme Continent means we need not worry about accidentally damaging the continent itself, thus avoiding any violation of the Supreme Agreement and sparing us a mountain of trouble."

"Furthermore, once we capture the Common People's Emperor, we can smoothly take over the entirety of his resplendent Blazing Sun Empire."

"It is said the Blazing Sun Empire hoards countless divine artifacts, perhaps even master divine artifacts; with those treasures in hand, the might of our Titan race will surely ascend to yet a higher echelon!"

...

Witnessing the Blazing Sun Empire's army taking the initiative to strike, the six master gods of the Titan race felt no alarm but rather rejoiced, laughing heartily as they began to debate the spoils awaiting them after the empire's fall.

Meanwhile, the four master-god-level powerhouses of the vassal races looked upon this scene without daring to interject in the slightest, let alone speak of dividing the spoils of the Blazing Sun Empire.

Though they were hailed as master gods and held lofty positions within the hierarchy, they were ultimately outsiders—and outsiders born of vassal bloodlines at that; the Titan master gods treated them with superficial courtesy, but secretly harbored nothing but contempt for them.

Two among them had even ascended to the rank of master god by relying entirely on the resources of the Titan race, which sealed their lips in an even deeper, cowed silence.

……

Very soon.

The distance between them had shrunk to only about ten million li.

At this range, the cosmic warships of both sides came to a halt.

They faced each other, the air thick with tension.

At that moment,

the voice of the Titan God Clan chieftain—Dis—resonated throughout the entire starfield, reaching the very depths of every soldier's soul in the Prajapita Empire's army.

"Lord of the People,"

"I am Dis, Chieftain of the Titan God Clan."

"I deeply admire your courage in daring to lead an army into battle."

"Yet the gulf between us has already become starkly apparent."

"Surrender."

"Your defeat is an absolute certainty."

"Your talent can be deemed the greatest across eternity. If you are willing to transform into a member of our Titan race and serve us, not only can I consider sparing your life, but I will also invest you as the Holy Son of our Titans. All resources will be yours to command, and I can even guarantee the resources required for you to become a Master God."

"What say you?"

The words had barely fallen.

While the Blazing Sun Empire showed no immediate reaction.

The Master Gods on the Titan side turned their astonished gazes toward their Patriarch, Dis.

"Patriarch, do you truly intend to take in that Emperor of Common Beings?"

A Master God of the Titan divine race asked, his expression dark.

Their Titan race's first prodigy, Yuril, had perished at the hands of the enemy.

Since the Titan clan learned of this, it has been etched into their collective shame, a stain upon their honor.

For days, they have pondered how to slay the Celestial Emperor to avenge their disgrace.

Yet, before any battle had even begun, their clan chief had suddenly proposed surrender.

It truly left them unprepared.

Dis was silent, instead turning his gaze toward the silent, still Dominant God of Sacrifice.

The God of Sacrifice noticed the gaze of his clan chief, paused quietly for a moment, then spoke in a deep, solemn tone:

"I understand the chief's intent."

"The chief's thoughts are correct."

"The Celestial Emperor's talent truly is astonishing."

"Though not even a true god, he has already achieved a victory over a supreme deity, stepping beyond their rank."

"This kind of talent—if he becomes a member of our Titan race, and continues to fight as a lord among the lords of myriad clans—might one day secure the highest lordship for our lineage."

"Then, not only would we rival the primordial Spirit Clan and other top-tier races, but surpass them altogether would no longer be beyond reach."

"Chief, go ahead and act."

"But I have one request."

"Speak."

Dis spoke.

"I wish to take the Emperor of the People as my disciple."

The Supreme God of Domination smiled.

Upon uttering these words,

The faces of the various chief deities flickered with astonishment, some even bordering on disbelief, fixed upon the Supreme God of the Domination Rite. Yet many others within their ranks seethed with outrage, inwardly cursing the audacity.

To sacrifice merely one disciple and then expect a being with the potential to become a Supreme Lord to become your pupil?

This transaction is too easy!

Now even they wish to take part in it.

Upon hearing this, Dis’ expression remained unchanged. After a moment’s silence, a smile finally crept upon his face.

“Very well!”

He agreed.

As the Elder approved, the other chief deities of the Titan God Clan fell silent, their pride dimmed, their ambitions silenced.

And within their hearts, they cursed the treachery.

Such a huge profit—captured by this creature.

Not content!

Yet though they were deeply discontent, they could do nothing.

"Look, Clan Leader!"

"What are they doing?!?"

At that very moment,

one of the Titan God Clan's Primordial Deities, Dream Ros, suddenly stared at the virtual screen before him with a dark, grim expression.

The other Primordial Deities immediately turned to gaze at it.

There, countless soldiers, heroes, and even deities poured forth endlessly from the spacecrafts across the Sun Empire's universes.

In mere moments—

There stood a force of no less than three thousand million soldiers encircling the cosmic vessel, swiftly forming into an organized array.

Currently, under Zhou Zhou’s command, his main combat forces comprise a total of over five thousand eight hundred million soldiers, more than three million spirits, and over two thousand true gods.

Now, more than two thousand million soldiers, over two hundred thousand spirits, and over a thousand true gods have already joined the returning Eternal Mother Ship and are heading back toward Blue Planet once again.

Thus, the proud forces of the Yangyang Empire standing in the starry void now number only just over three thousand million soldiers, over one hundred thousand spirits, and over a thousand true gods.

In contrast, the armies of the Titan Race and its affiliated species number no less than thirty thousand million soldiers, over twenty million spirits, more than ten thousand true gods, and ten Supreme Gods!

A force ten times greater than that of the Yangyang Empire!

The two forces stand in stark contrast across the endless cosmos—almost as if a mantis were attempting to block a chariot.

"Ha ha ha…"

"Is that all?"

"The Radiant Empire, foremost among ten thousand races, amounts to nothing more than this."

...

The soldiers, deities, and even the master gods of the Titan Pantheon burst into mocking laughter.

The disparity between the two armies was vast.

So staggering, it was almost painful to behold.

And this was precisely the foundation of the Titans' supreme confidence.

Had they lacked absolute certainty in their victory, how could they have mobilized their entire host?

"Emperor of the Common Folk!"

"With such an insurmountable divide between our forces, will you still not surrender?"

"Must you truly look death in the face before you recognize reality?"

Before the main army.

A general of the Titan race, ranked above a true god, stood at the forefront, challenging the forces of the Sun Empire.