Below is the English translation of "Three Unifications Arc Chapter 25: The Gods Surrender" based on the provided text. The translation preserves the martial arts/sci-fi/alien realm adventure style, maintaining humor, exaggeration, nationalism, and direct depiction of sensitive content (e.g., explicit romantic undertones, interspecies conflicts, power dynamics, and implied violence) without softening, as per your instructions. It ensures consistency with prior translations (e.g., "Sun Empire," "Flying Dragon Star," "high-energy crystal," "Yellow Dragon Group") and emphasizes Makino Feitian's commanding presence as the human king orchestrating the god realm's submission while outwitting cosmic foes. The tone is triumphant, diplomatic, and laced with YY (fantasy wish-fulfillment) bravado, blending interstellar conquest, harem dynamics, and strategic dominance. At the end, I've added a short, engaging interactive paragraph tailored for Webnovel to boost reader conversion, encouraging comments and speculation to enhance engagement.
Three Unifications Arc Chapter 25: The Gods Surrender
"Where's Scout One? Summon it! What garbage intel! My empire's elite fleet ambushed like this—how do I face the Emperor?" Pompoko raged, barely escaping. Sixty years since the empire's cosmic dawn, he'd never suffered such a loss.
"General, unfortunately, Scout One was destroyed during the breakout," Sako reported, spirit sapped.
"Died clean, huh?" Pompoko spat, unappeased. "Report to the Emperor. Say we met a formidable enemy with advanced weapons." He felt a decade older. Of twenty thousand warships, only five thousand limped back.
"Majesty, do we pursue?" Mengjiang shouted, elated.
"Pursue, of course! Yellow and White Legions, chase them. Others, annihilate the trapped enemy ships," I ordered. The battle exceeded expectations, but I stayed cautious. Their command showed seasoned space combat experience, hinting at untapped strength. We'd not only crush them but capture their ships—I coveted their shields. Double shields on our ships would skyrocket survivability.
Through the viewport, sporadic battles sparked—flashes erupting, debris crashing into the god realm or drifting in space. "Order the damaged ships towed back. Prime warship material," I told Xiao Yan. "Yes, sir!" she replied, saluting playfully, her beauty dazzling since our intimate moment.
"King, they're fighting each other!" Baizhan burst into the shelter, thrilled. "Really?" The God King, skeptical, led his angels to the temple's ruins. Burning warship husks littered the once-pristine god realm, cloaked in black smoke.
A low-flying enemy ship roared past, trailed by two medium Dragon-class warships in dogged pursuit. "Those look like human warships," Bailie muttered, puzzled. Why were human ships here?
As confusion reigned, a fireball crashed, blasting a crater. Charred corpses spilled from the wreckage—four hands, three eyes. The angels retched. These were the god realm's attackers, routed by humans.
The God King's brow furrowed. The gods were mighty, but these "warships" outclassed them. Humans had them too—a worrying thought. They drove off the enemy, but their timely arrival screamed ulterior motives. Millennia of experience told him humans came with purpose. The gods' fall from grace stung, a price for complacency. Post-God-Demon War fears of human invasion crystallized today. Yet, clarity brought relief.
"Let's go inside," the God King said, entering the battered temple. Surviving angels gathered, a third of their population lost to the alien assault. Facing their haggard faces, his confidence crumbled. Even his strength couldn't solve this.
"Majesty, do we descend?" Abao asked eagerly.
"Descend, naturally. Prepare. Palace Guard Legion, with me. Others, clean the battlefield and stay vigilant," I said. The moment had arrived.
"Yes, sir!"
The Palace Guard Legion, unscathed, formed a battle formation—11,100 warships descending to the god realm.
"King, trouble! Countless warships are landing!" an angel rushed into the temple, reporting. The battle taught them warships' might.
The God King stirred, his dulled gaze regaining life. "They're here at last," he murmured, snapping to action. "Bring them in."
Stepping off my warship, I marveled at the temple's grandeur. Despite war's scars, its wisdom shone. Any civilization's intellect was formidable. Ground troops secured key positions swiftly.
A group of angels approached, halted by guards. "Let them through," I signaled to Lisi. Five angels crossed the line, their pride intact. "Our king invites you inside," one said coldly.
"Courting death with that attitude? Disrespecting His Majesty? I'll level your temple!" Alang snarled, his killing intent chilling the angels. Their first brush with death. "Enough. Let's go in," I said, halting him. The angels exhaled, their tone softening. "This way."
With the temple in our firing range, I feared no tricks. Xue'er, my wives, and commanders followed the angels inside.
The angel on the central throne was the God King, his spirit dimmed. Who wouldn't crack under this? "Greetings, Your Highness. I'm Makino Feitian, human emperor. You've likely heard of me."
"Oh, really?" Damn, same haughty angel vibe. Clueless about their plight?
"Is this your hospitality? Not even a seat?" I snapped. Take my courtesy, and I'll take your face.
"Before the noble God King, do lowly humans deserve seats?" a high-ranking angel sneered.
"I don't want you dead today, but your 'nobility' is dung in my eyes. What makes you superior? We drove off your enemies. Without us, you'd all be gone," I said. My words sparked outrage, angels howling in the hall.
"My king, I demand a duel with this insulting human!" Bailie stepped forward. The God King, angered but pragmatic, knew a fight was unwise. Yet, denying the crowd's fury was tricky. A test of human strength could help. "Fine, but be cautious," he said.
"Yes, sir," Bailie replied, irked by the caution.
"Bring chairs from the warships. If the gods can't afford seats, we'll provide," I ordered. Soldiers set chairs opposite the God King. "Xue'er, feeling restless? Test this fool's skill," I said casually.
"Awesome, thanks, Feitian!" Xue'er beamed, stepping to face Bailie. Rare chances to fight thrilled her. "I protest! I don't fight women," Bailie spat, eyeing her beauty.
"Protest? You're only fit for women. Xue'er's doing you a favor. Otherwise, you're not worth her time," I said, crushing their pride.
"You insult me!" Bailie's neck reddened, pointing.
"You, you what? A pile of dung yapping?" My wives roared with laughter, humiliating him further.
"Fine, you forced me!" Bailie lunged, too enraged to honor the rule of letting women strike first.
Days ago, Xue'er might've matched him. Now, ascended, she outclassed him. Initially stiff from inexperience, she grew fluid. Sweat beaded on Bailie's face—he hadn't expected her prowess. Magic could've helped, but using it risked destroying the temple. Pure martial combat it was.
Bang! Xue'er's palm struck Bailie's chest, sending him crashing. "Yes, yes! Xue'er's amazing, thrashing them!" Mimi cheered, her childlike glee embarrassing the angels. Bailie struggled up, kneeling to the God King. "My king, let me fight them outside to the death!"
I cut in before the God King spoke. "Don't dodge reality. You know why we're here. If you think we rely solely on weapons, you're wrong. Without strength, dragons don't cross rivers. We crushed the demons, your equals. How long can you resist?" I urged him to face facts. Delaying with duels wasted time—waiting wasn't my style.
"You've finally said it. No free lunch in this world," the God King sneered.
"Exactly. The difference is, others would exterminate you. We conquer, not destroy. That's what we want. You may resist, but facts don't bend. Your strength is your bodies—nothing else. Humans may be frailer, shorter-lived, but under my rule, that's history. My soldiers, here and outside, surpass your angels. In a decade, humans will be the universe's mightiest, and we Chinese the strongest. Your isolation bred backwardness—today proves it."
"That's your excuse? Gods never yield. We'd rather die!" the God King roared.
"Fair. I'd say the same. But we're strong, so we don't face that choice. That's justice. What's your claim? If you won't yield, why expect others to? You invaded the demons—proof. Your human temples weren't for submission? Don't deny your three-realm conquest dream," I said, silencing him and his angels.
"You want it, we do too. Unifying the three realms takes strength. We've done it. What's your reply?"
"Nothing, but we'll never submit," he said, losing control.
"Submit's your term, suited for conquest. We say cooperate, build a brighter future."
"That's sophistry!"
"Sophistry? Your 'no submission' is pride—clinging to your throne, ignoring your people's fate," I pressed.
"It's not like that!" The God King unraveled, his angels sensing doom.
"It is. Refuse us, and you know the outcome. Not us, but those aliens we repelled will destroy you. You saw their forms, felt their methods. If they return, can you escape? You're leading your people to death. Join our empire, and we'll defend you." The angels shuddered, recalling the aliens' horror.
"You've been closed off too long. Persist, and extinction awaits. We're not here to invade but to unify in the cosmic era. Discovered backward planets face destruction or oppression. Frankly, your strength doesn't impress me. Unifying the three realms is urgent, inevitable. Our shared origins brought me here," I said, noting his softening expression. "Don't think I'll gift you weapons for 'origins.' Even if I did, you'd fall fast. In space, your power's nothing. Those aliens casually fielded twenty thousand warships. Unification pools resources, boosts strength, and ensures prosperity."
"Let us consider," the God King sighed. My logic hit home, but his mindset lagged.
"Fine. We'll wait on the warships. One last thing: in our empire, all races are equal. Surrender doesn't mean slavery—your lives will improve. Do as you please, short of breaking laws. You'll live freely." I led my group back to the warships.
The God King jolted at "equal races." In their worldview, conquest meant servitude, not better lives.
"Majesty, will they surrender?" Along asked, concerned.
"They've no choice. The God King's no fool. If they refuse, we leave. They'll come begging. It's a mental hurdle—falling from grace stings, but it beats extinction. We repelled the aliens—they'll return, attacking the gods to lure us, thinking they're our colony. The God King knows refusal means annihilation. Joining us costs only pride; life stays the same. Why resist?" I explained.
"Brilliant, Majesty! My admiration flows like endless rivers, like the Yellow—" Alang's flattery was cut short by Along's kick.
"Rest, everyone. Patience brings results," I said confidently.
"King, must we yield?" Bailie pleaded.
"They're right. Today proves there are unknown civilizations with potent weapons, despite weaker bodies. Clinging to old ways courts extinction. They offer unity against foes. It's hard to accept, but we must—for our people. I struggle too, but those aliens will return. Humans outmatch them. This could be our golden era," the God King said.
"King!" His resolve was clear.
"Enough," he silenced them, heart aching at their numb faces.
Seeing the God King lead his angels toward us, I knew the outcome.
Reader's Corner: Yo, readers, Feitian's got the gods kneeling! Will their surrender spark a three-realm empire, or is Pompoko plotting a cosmic comeback? Is Meilina's silence a demon-sized betrayal? Drop your galactic theories in the comments—let's crack this interstellar triumph!