Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 339 Sand Covers the Sea, Golden Sands Domain, What About the Arabian Sea?
Remiel sketched a simple map, his finger sliding along the lines on it, which was the path they had taken.

He began, “We started our journey south from the boundary of the Ural Mountains. Following that invisible barrier, we traversed the western shore of the Caspian Sea, crossed the remnants of the Caucasus Mountains, and finally stepped into this sea of ​​sand.”

"We are currently located deep in the Nefd Desert in the heart of the Arabian Peninsula."

He pointed heavily at the location representing the eastern border of Europe, a deep sense of powerlessness on his face: "The eastern gate of Europe has been completely sealed off by the power of the Void Queen. It is an absolute barrier, and with our current strength and understanding, normal humans simply cannot cross it."

His finger then traced eastward, landing on the region representing the vast expanse of Asia: "Therefore, our only option is to continue eastward. The plan is to cross this Arabian desert, try to cross the Arabian Sea, and eventually reach the Asian continent. That may be our last hope."

Upon hearing this, Mother Parmesan nodded slightly: "Our judgment is in line with yours, Your Excellency Archangel. The eastward advance into Asia is also the route we, Parthenon, have chosen."

Shared difficulties and goals led the two teams to quickly reach a strategic consensus.

Once the decision was made, the team began to organize and prepare to head east.

At this moment, Shaka stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the wounded Holy Judgment Mages in his own ranks, and said, "Your Highness, many of our companions are still injured. I wonder if you could..."

The matriarch met her gaze, sighed, and said in a tone full of helplessness and honesty, "It is my duty, Parthenon, to help the wounded. But..."

She pointed again to the eternally burning sun disk in the sky, "The current predicament remains. As long as we are still within the deterrent range of the Shurima Empire's sun disk, any energy fluctuations that exceed high-level magic are prohibited, including healing spells..."

“Powerful healing magic will also alert it. All we can do is use some advanced healing spells and herbal knowledge to perform simple hemostasis, wound cleaning and bandaging to slow the deterioration of the injury.”

"To achieve a complete cure, we will probably have to wait until it is completely safe."

A flicker of emotion crossed Shaka's eyes, but he nodded understandingly: "I am already extremely grateful for any help you can provide."

The assembled team began its arduous journey eastward toward the Arabian Sea, as intended.

The scorching heat, drought, and sandstorms constantly test everyone's will and physical strength.

Along the way, they also encountered several small patrols of demons—mostly dune lurkers, venomous scorpions, and a few desert hyenas.

Whenever this happens, the mages of the Holy City will step forward without the Parthenon group even needing to make a move.

The angels of the Holy City, after being imbued with the Holy Angel Embryo, not only have their magical power increased, but their physical strength in all aspects is still superior to that of many ordinary mages.

Therefore, thanks to this advantage, even without being able to use super-level magic, their combat power is much stronger than that of the people of the Parthenon when dealing with some demons.

And so, the team trekked through the endless yellow sand for several days.

According to maps and estimates, they were approaching the eastern edge of the Arabian Peninsula, and the vast, blue Arabian Sea seemed to be within reach.

Everyone harbored a glimmer of hope—that once they entered the sea and escaped the direct shadow of the Shurima Empire's Sun Disc, their suppressed power would be unleashed and their situation would greatly improve.

However, just when hope seemed within reach, a member of the Holy Shadow who had been scouting ahead rushed back from behind the dunes at incredible speed. His face was extremely pale, even showing a hint of unprecedented fear. He went straight to Michael, Remir, and the Temple Mother, and before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly reported:
"My lord! Your Highness! Something's wrong ahead! The Arabian Sea...it seems...gone!"

"What did you say?" Michael frowned. What did it mean that the Arabian Sea was gone?

"Your subordinate dares not speak presumptuously!" Saint Shadow gasped for breath, pointing eastward, "You...you should go and see for yourself! There is no sea to be seen ahead, only...only an endless sea of ​​sand!"

An ominous premonition instantly gripped everyone.

Michael, Remiel, and Parthenon, a Gold Knight Commander known for his composure, immediately set off, following the Holy Shadow as he sped toward the forefront of the group.

When they finally climbed a huge sand dune and looked eastward with anticipation, the sight before them froze these well-traveled and powerful men in their tracks, leaving them speechless.

There was no azure ocean where the sky and water met as I had imagined, no damp sea breeze, and no sound of waves.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast, desolate desert with an eerie pale golden hue!
This desert is like a giant lid, covering the area where the Arabian Sea should be, stretching all the way to the horizon where it meets the gray sky, exuding a chilling sense of oppression in its deathly silence.

"This...how is this possible?!" the Gold Knight Commander of Parthenon exclaimed in shock, his voice hoarse. "Could this desert...have swallowed the entire Arabian Sea?!"

At the same time, the demonic aura emanating from that golden sea of ​​sand was extremely dangerous.

After Tsar Azir defeated the threat from the Siren Empire in the Indian Ocean, he used his immense power to move sand and fill the sea, turning a large area of ​​the Arabian Sea into a dry, sandy land. He also established a "Golden Sands" region containing his divine power as a barrier for the east of Shurima.

At the same time, this golden sea of ​​sand is not empty.

Two powerful demon tribes are stationed there, along with a powerful desert emperor loyal to Azir, who guards the area year-round to defend against any threats that may come from the "sea".

Whether it's a siren, or... uninvited guests like them.

No one expected that they had gone to great lengths to avoid the core areas of Shurima and avoid encountering those desert emperors.

But in the end, they still ran into the area guarded by a desert emperor on the edge!

The road ahead seemed to be ruthlessly blocked once again.

What should we do next?
They had traveled for so many days and never expected to encounter such a situation.

The Parthenon's golden knight said, "There's no other way; we'll have to take a detour."

However, Michael disagreed, saying, "We're already close to the boundary, so it doesn't matter if the solar disk discovers us."

"We can also unleash our full power and break through before the demons surround us!"

(End of this chapter)