Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 217 The Fall of Japan, a Black Signal, and a Desperate Escape

He witnessed two comrades-in-arms, two powerful forbidden spell users of the same level, being suppressed by the other side.

There wasn't even a sliver of room for resistance...

Akasaka Ryunosuke's burning fighting spirit was extinguished in an instant!

The light from the "Judgment Blade" in his hand dimmed instantly.

The anger and madness on his face were replaced by a deep-seated fear.

If they continue fighting... they'll surely die!
Fujiwara is dead, Aya is dead... Abe no Kiyogen is dead, and the other high-level mages are probably all dead or wounded... Tokyo Bay is finished! The land of cherry blossoms is finished!

A crystal-clear yet utterly humiliating thought entered Ryunosuke Akasaka's mind: Escape!
What "sworn to protect to the death," what "the glory of forbidden spells"...

Faced with overwhelming power and the fear of death, it collapsed instantly!
His light magic suddenly contracted, no longer in an offensive form, but used entirely for defense and... acceleration!
He didn't even dare to look at that terrifying emperor again, much less look in the direction of Tokyo Bay.

He turned abruptly, pushing his speed to the limit, transforming into a disheveled, hastily fleeing streak of light, and without looking back, he fled for his life in the direction away from Tokyo Bay and away from that world-destroying shadow!

As the Sea-Suppressing Spirit Beast Emperor watched the fleeing light, a hint of extremely human...contempt seemed to flash in its deep blue eyes.

It did not pursue, but instead let out a low, long roar.

This roar was not anger, but a triumphant smile.

Almost the instant the roar subsided, the "Sea Spirit Pillar," which had been deeply embedded in the Tokyo Bay port area and stood like a giant pillar supporting the sky, suddenly emitted a burst of dark blue light!
It no longer merely guides the sea level to rise, but transforms into a greedy and insatiable deep-sea behemoth, beginning its final, frenzied devouring!

The sea surface centered on the Sea Spirit Pillar was covered as if by an invisible, enormous funnel!

The endless seawater was violently sucked in, and the seawater was forcibly poured in and lifted at an extremely fast speed!
"Boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the last temporary barrier along the Tokyo Bay coast, painstakingly constructed by countless earth and ice mages, collapsed and disintegrated in an instant!
The waves, like a primordial beast breaking free from its restraints, roared and surged, rushing into the city with overwhelming force!
Honshu Island, the last core stronghold of the Sakura Kingdom, is sinking into the ocean at an alarming rate.

More than two-thirds of the land has disappeared below sea level!

“It’s over…” Ito Musashi squeezed out from his cracked lips, “Completely… over.”

He saw the light of Akasaka's escape, yet his emotions remained unexpectedly calm.

“Even if he doesn’t escape…” Itō Musashi seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps to the only remaining staff officers around him, whose faces were also ashen, “how long can he hold out? One minute or ten minutes? It’s just… adding another corpse to the list of those afflicted by forbidden curses.”

He gave a bitter smile, a smile more painful than tears. "We...we were all wrong. From the very beginning, this was a war destined to fail."

"We are facing a siren emperor that our entire nation cannot defeat."

"Now, the only thing we can do..."

"It's about keeping those who are still alive alive. Every one who can live is a life well-deserved."

The Prime Minister's Official Residence, the Supreme Emergency Command Center.

The air was as still as lead.

Prime Minister Ichiro Yamamoto slumped in his chair, his face ashen.

The defenses collapsed, the forbidden spells fell, Akasaka fled, the Sea Spirit Pillars went out of control, and the flooding was irreversible.

Implement the final contingency plan.

The next second, a sound rang out, covering the entire Tokyo metropolitan area and even the remaining areas of Honshu.

"Attention all citizens of the Cherry Blossom Country. This is Prime Minister Ichiro Yamamoto." "The nation is under the highest level of disaster alert—Black Alert."

"Repeat, Black Alert."

"The Tokyo Bay defense line... has completely collapsed. The sea is flooding Honshu Island at an unstoppable speed. We... have failed."

An uncontrollable sob came from the radio.

"As Prime Minister, I issue this final order: Abandon all possessions! Abandon all illusions! All survivors, evacuate immediately!"

"Do everything you can to survive!"

"Repeated: Survive at all costs! Every one who can escape... is a chance!"

May Amaterasu Omikami... bless you...

Prime Minister Ichiro Yamamoto's heavy voice, along with the heart-wrenching, piercing wail of the Black Alert, echoed like a final death knell over the remaining skies of Honshu.

"Survive at all costs! Every one who can escape... is a chance to survive!"

This sentence should have been the last glimmer of light in the darkness.

However, when it falls upon Tokyo at this moment, upon this land that is being eroded inch by inch by the cold seawater, it appears so pale, so powerless, even... carrying an almost absurd irony.

escape?
Where to escape?
The entire island of Honshu is now a vast expanse of water!
As far as the eye could see, there was only dark green seawater churning with the aura of death.

The once-landmark Tokyo Tower is now reduced to just the signal needle at its very top.

The skyscraper forest of Shinjuku has now been transformed into jagged, broken tombstones on the sea, with windows like empty eye sockets reflecting the apocalyptic scene.

The waterline is relentlessly climbing upwards at a breathtaking speed, visible to the naked eye!
The country’s highest elevation regions—such as the foothills of Mount Fuji and the Nagano Mountains—have long been isolated by even more turbulent and terrifying waves hundreds of kilometers away.

The road leading there had long been completely cut off by the sea monster army.

Despair is no longer an abstract emotion.

Instead, it was the reality that overwhelmed me.

At this point, this place had completely become the siren's "hunting ground".

Beneath the murky water, one could see huge, twisted shadows moving silently.

Every now and then, a tentacle covered in slippery scales and as thick as an oil drum suddenly bursts out of the water.

Groups of small and medium-sized sea monsters of various shapes and sizes, like sharks that have smelled blood, darted among the floating wreckage and human corpses.

Their sharp mouthparts tear at any organic matter they can devour, making a teeth-grinding chewing sound.

Some cunning creatures, resembling giant sea serpents or fish-men, will deliberately slap the water's surface with their tails, overturning those struggling with floating objects, and then swarming over them, dragging them into the deep water amidst their piercing screams.

"Help! Help me!" A man clinging to a floating plank watched in horror as a fish tail covered in bone spurs swept toward him.

"No—!" His cries for help came to an abrupt halt, completely drowned out by the murky waves and the ferocious sea monsters that surged towards him.

At this moment, the history of the land of cherry blossoms came to a heavy end, drawn by the cold seawater.

There is only an endless ocean, and beneath that ocean lies the underwater tomb called "Tokyo".

(End of this chapter)