Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 362 The Tsar's Resolve, the Greatest Crisis in the Bermuda Triangle

The Bermuda Emperor's will, hidden deep within the core of the vortex, gazed at the magnificent lineup before him, a lineup capable of changing the very fabric of the world.

The azure torrents of the Atlantic Ocean converge here with the endless yellow sands of Shurima, where the oppressive aura of numerous emperors weaves together a suffocating web of power.

Even though it had ruled this strange sea for countless ages, it couldn't help but feel a strong sense of unease and fear.

This is undoubtedly the most severe and deadliest crisis the Bermuda Triangle has faced since its formation!

It clearly recognizes that this is no longer a simple border friction or a test of power.

This is the powerful Atlantic Siren Empire, which, together with the mysterious and mighty Shurima Ascended Empire, intends to join forces to completely wipe it and its subordinate Bermuda Empire from this sea area!

He was not afraid to fight if he were only facing the Siren Empire of the Atlantic.

But with the addition of the unfathomable and divinely powerful Tsar Azir, and the Sahara Desert lord who had been defeated by him but has now returned stronger than ever... the balance of power has been fatally tilted.

If a full-scale war were to break out, they would be at a great disadvantage.

It never expected that these two powerful forces, which should have had no connection and were even mutually exclusive, would unite for its own sake and besiege the city!

In any level of competition, absolute strength always determines the final say.

The arrogance he had shown when facing the Silverwing Ant Queen had vanished, replaced by a serious and astute demeanor.

Its roar, originating from the depths of the vortex, resounded and echoed in the tense air:

"What...do you intend to do?"

The Silver-Winged Ant Queen gracefully stepped forward, standing beside Azir, and said, "We had no intention of being enemies with your Bermuda Triangle. Our expedition to the Americas was our predetermined plan. It is you who have repeatedly and unjustly obstructed us, going too far!"

Immediately afterward, the ruler of the Atlantic, the Spirit Sea Rose, also spoke: "My people have been repeatedly and mercilessly dragged into your chaotic seas, their fates unknown. Baimu, you must give the Atlantic a clear explanation for this matter!"

As one of the three most recognized demonic empires in the world, the Bermuda Emperor has never been so openly coerced.

A boundless rage surged within his will, stirring up lightning and thunder in the surrounding seas.

However, before it could retaliate, the voice of the Lord of the Sahara Desert, sharp as sand, rang out again, filled with undisguised sarcasm and oppression: "Bemu, put away your arrogant attitude!"

"Times have changed, and the current situation allows no room for ambiguity! You must give us a satisfactory explanation!"

Hearing the aggressive words of his former defeated adversary, Emperor Bermu suppressed his boiling killing intent.

After weighing the options, it made a concession: "...Alright. There may have been some misunderstanding before. I am willing to completely lift the restrictions on this sea area and promise never to hinder your passage. Is that acceptable?"

"Ha." The Lord of the Sahara Desert let out a sneer without any politeness. "Bemu, even now, you still think you can get away with this so easily?"

"If it were merely to pass through, why would we have mobilized so many people and gathered here? You are underestimating our resolve!"

At this moment, Azir finally spoke, and his decision determined the course of the battle.

His voice carried a final, resolute tone, clearly resonating in every corner:
"I'm giving you one last minute to give me a satisfactory answer. Otherwise, today, I will wipe out the Bermuda Triangle!" This direct, forceful, and uncompromising ultimatum instantly ignited the boundless rage of all the rulers in the Bermuda Triangle.

"Insanity!"

"It's just too much!"

"Do you really think I'm all alone? If you want war, then let's fight! Why waste words?"

"Don't think we're afraid of you!"

Even the Bermuda Tribe's own will was violently shaken by this extreme humiliation. It looked at Azir, its voice low and suppressed: "Tsar! You should know that if we really go to war at all costs, even if you win, you will pay a heavy price. In the end, how much will you gain?"

"Why resort to such a lose-lose situation and force each other like this?!"

But Azir's ideas were far more profound and decisive than he imagined.

In his eyes, the Bermuda Triangle was indeed powerful, with its unpredictable chaotic power and numerous emperor-level beings posing a formidable threat.

Now that we have already taken action and formed an irreconcilable conflict with the other party, we must not be soft-hearted and give them any chance to breathe.

When you act, you must be decisive!
The world is a complex and treacherous place.

The powerful demon empire also includes: Antarctica, the Arctic, the Amazon rainforest, the Pacific Ocean, the Indian Ocean, and the even more mysterious and unpredictable dark and summoning planes connected to countless terrifying beings... All forces are eyeing it covetously, secretly watching from the shadows.

If we hesitate today and leave the Bermuda Triangle as a powerful and resentful threat, then in the future, when they march out to fight against other demon empires, who can guarantee that the Bermuda Triangle won't take the opportunity to launch a fatal attack from behind?
At that time, facing attacks from both sides, the situation will collapse instantly, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Therefore, we must seize this opportunity and eliminate this potentially huge threat with overwhelming force, clearing a key obstacle for our future grand plan.

His silence, and his unwavering, icy gaze, had already given the clearest answer.

kill!

The moment the golden scepter falls, the war horns roar!
The scepter pointed forward, and the dazzling power of the sun god behind him surged like boiling water, once again coalescing into four majestic and towering golden figures.

Unlike the Imperial Guards who stood guard with shields, each of them exuded an extremely sharp and murderous aura. What they held tightly in their hands was not a shield, but a huge golden spear formed from the ultimate true fire of the sun!
The point of the gun seemed to scorch and pierce through the very space it pointed at.

These four newly recruited Golden Sands Sharpshooter Guards, along with the four remaining Shield Guards of the [Imperial Guard Wall], achieved a perfect synergy of offense and defense instantly, without any communication between them.

The shield guards stood in front, forming an unbreakable mobile barrier, while the spear guards followed behind, their spears like dragons, poised to strike.

They charged headlong into the Bermuda Triangle, a sea churning and roaring with the emperor's fury!

Almost at the same moment, the Lord of the Sahara Desert let out a long roar that shook the heavens.

His entire body exploded, transforming into a vast expanse of [Blood Shadow Sandstorm] that swept across the heavens and earth!
It seemed to contain the roars of countless ancient warriors and the fierce will of the desert. Each scarlet grain of sand contained a terrifying power that could corrode bones and burn souls, like a roaring blood-red river that followed closely behind the golden torrent, rushing fiercely towards the Bermuda Islands.

Where the blood-red sand passed, the seawater evaporated and turned red, presenting a bizarre and terrifying scene.

(End of this chapter)