Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 263 Retreat! The world is shaken, the threat of the siren.

"Gurgle..." On the massive tentacles of the Lord of the Lava Abyss, huge, festering wounds were burned by the forbidden light spell "Holy Radiance Purification".

With the integration of milky white light particles, the ulcerated area was quickly filled by newly formed lava tissue!
The starlight vines and shattered energy shields of the two Spirit Sea Rose Emperors, which had been severed by the combined forces of the Washington Hero and "Windfury Wings," are gradually being repaired and healed under the nourishment of the light particles!
The enormous flower buds beneath them shone even brighter, and their graceful scattering of petals regained its elegance!
cure!

A healing that is beyond imagination and almost miraculous!

The life force of an emperor-level sirens is already incredibly strong, and now, with the addition of this terrifying healing ability originating from the "Star Sea" source... how can this battle be fought?!

despair!

A despair colder than seawater, deeper than darkness!

Like an invisible giant hand, it gripped the throat of every surviving human on the battlefield!

Even the most resilient warriors lost their luster.

Sacrifice becomes meaningless, and resistance is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Ugh……"

A long, heavy sigh followed.

This sigh did not come from the Temple of Liberty, nor from Marshal Sterling, but from the pillar of light in the northeast of Mount Faith—the spirit of the Founding Father, George Washington!

His phantom, formed from willpower, was now somewhat dim and appeared exceptionally weary.

His gaze swept over the inner city of Newt, which had been submerged by seawater and sirens and transformed into a living hell.

The sky swept over several emperors whose momentum had grown even stronger and who were now eyeing the sky menacingly, nourished by the "meteor shower";

Finally, I gazed deeply at the Atlantic Ocean, the core of the "Starry Sea" and the master of the entire situation.

He witnessed the warriors' bloodshed, the mages' deaths, and the city's decline...

"Retreat."

"This battle is beyond saving."

"Preserve your strength, so that there may be a future."

At this moment, Newt City is emitting a dying groan.

Newt City, once an impregnable fortress, is now like prey being devoured by a giant beast, being slowly swallowed up inch by inch by the crimson tide and countless writhing shadows.

The once bustling streets have become a swamp, and struggling figures are like fragile duckweed in the filthy vortex, instantly dragged into the abyss by the hideous claws.

Sterling gritted his teeth. Although he was extremely unwilling, he knew that this choice was not out of cowardice.

Continuing this hopeless resistance will only result in the complete annihilation of the last remaining mage power in the ocean tide.

"The spirits... what the spirits said..."

"Yes...that's right!"

The Temple Master of the Temple of Liberty, this towering pillar of American magical power, was also deathly pale, his lips trembling violently.

He nodded with difficulty.

"All units!"

"Execute the 'Deep Winter' contingency plan! Alternate cover! Evacuate inland!"

"Abandon Newt City! Repeat! Abandon Newt City! Preserving our forces is the top priority!" The piercing command echoed through every corner of the battlefield.

"The Washington Monks—"

"withdraw!"

"Hallmaster..."

"Walk--!"

The remnants of the defeated army retreated inland.

Behind them, the once glorious and prosperous city of Newt was completely swallowed by the boundless, murky sea. The four heroic spirits of Mount Magic covered the retreat of the surviving mages.

The ruler of the Atlantic Ocean in the sea of ​​stars merely watched indifferently as the human mages retreated like ants.

She did not order a pursuit; Soraka's mission had already been accomplished: drown Newt.

As for those survivors who managed to escape?
In its eyes, they were nothing but dust clinging to life, not worth a second glance.

The towering waves, under its own will, slowly subsided, completely soaking the newly occupied territory.

With the fall of Washington and the complete collapse of Newt City, the once impregnable Atlantic coast of the United States was pushed hundreds of miles inland by an invisible giant hand.

Once a brightly lit, bustling city that never sleeps, a financial center with towering skyscrapers...

Now, it has been completely turned into the lair of the Siren Empire.

In the retreating column, every survivor clenched their teeth, their nails digging deep into their palms.

They were filled with resentment, their hearts burning with the flames of humiliation and revenge.

However, looking back at the desolate ocean and feeling the terrifying pressure from behind, as if it were a tangible force, that belonged to the ruler of the deep sea, they could only swallow their resentment.

At this moment, they could only stumble forward inland; there was no other way.

The supporters from the Holy City and other continents only contributed at the very beginning, when the spirits of the American god of magic appeared and seemed to have the upper hand.

However, when the Atlantic Ocean reigns supreme, dominating the battlefield with its unparalleled power.

The fighting spirit in the eyes of those who had come from afar vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised fear and cold calculation.

They cautiously tightened their lines, their eyes darting around as they searched for a way out.

This was not, after all, the homeland they swore to defend to the death; and this tragic sacrifice was certainly not for the homeland they cherished.

To sacrifice one's precious life for a country on the other side of the ocean with which one has no close relationship?
They already had the answer to this question in their hearts.

Thus, the scene on the battlefield became both ironic and chilling.

These "allies" began to consciously shift their focus in the battle. They cleverly avoided the main force of the sea monsters and instead "actively" wiped out the scattered, weak, and isolated sea monsters to preserve their own strength.

Even worse, some can't even be bothered to maintain this superficial facade.

Taking advantage of the chaos, they moved silently to the rear or left the battlefield in twos and threes.

The American mages witnessed all of this, their hearts filled with a cold, contemptuous feeling and a surge of boundless rage.

They wanted to roar, to question, to curse these treacherous people with the most vicious words.

However, with the siren's oppression so close, any unnecessary arguments and accusations would be pointless.
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The news that Newt City, New York, was submerged by the ocean tide spread around the world in an instant.

That was the headquarters of the Free Temple of the Continental Magic Association, yet they still chose to abandon it and retreat. Just how powerful was the sirens' attack they encountered?

The sinking of Newt City was more than just a tragedy for one city.

It has transformed into a cold, piercing sword of Damocles, hanging high above the heads of all coastal countries around the world.

Humanity's magical barriers proved so fragile in the face of the true rulers of the deep sea.

This incident has caused great panic.

The first to be affected are other countries that are also being battered by the Atlantic storm.

Fear overwhelmed reason and dignity.

Some countries couldn't wait for the demons' forces to get close, so they gave up on their own initiative!
It ceded some coastal towns, good ports, and even parts of the country, pushing the coastline back.

The Grand Prix in Venice, far away in Europe, is nearing its end.

After hearing the news of the invasion of the Americas by sirens, the tournament was not canceled; on the contrary, some teams became even more eager for the championship.

Because the strategic resources previously invested by various national governments were allocated according to the ranking of the national governments, these resources become even more important at times like these.

(P.S.: The New York arc is over. In the next crisis, the United States will be powerless to resist.)
(End of this chapter)