Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 370 The Bermuda Triangle is finally over, and the Americas are about to migrate?

“No! This is impossible!!”

The Bermuda Triangle let out a desperate cry; its strongest defense was utterly useless in the face of these two strange forces!
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The light of the void silently annihilated a large portion of its energy body, leaving behind a constantly expanding void gap with edges flashing purple lightning.

The mark of death was directly absorbed into its will, and a chilling and weak feeling originating from the very source of its soul instantly spread, as if its very existence was being forcibly brought to a halt.

Struck by these two forces simultaneously, the Bermuda Emperor's massive chaotic body trembled violently, its light flickering, and its aura plummeted like an avalanche.

It struggled to "raise" its will and looked at the four figures standing side by side in the distant void—the golden Tsar, the Void Queen with cold purple eyes, the ethereal Kindred, and the Soraka surrounded by starlight.

At this moment, the eternal pride, the resentment of defeat, and the anger of desperation receded from the Bermuda Emperor's will like the receding tide.

All that remains is the deepest, most profound despair.

Its body, composed of chaotic energy, no longer struggled, no longer tried to distort space to escape.

In countless cold eyes, the violent energy gradually dimmed, replaced by an almost blank emptiness.

When did this planet give birth to so many terrifying beings that are beyond imagination, of higher rank, or even above it?
It has occupied the Bermuda Triangle for countless years, believing itself to have glimpsed the pinnacle of world power, knowing the extreme cold of Antarctica, the eternal night of the Arctic, the antiquity of Kunlun, the mystery of the Amazon... but it never expected that such a diverse and powerful existence had already quietly risen outside the framework it knew.

What it finds even more incomprehensible is that these beings with completely different power attributes, who should be wary of each other or even opposed to one another... why would they unite?

Desert and void, stars and death... Why do these parallel lines, which should never intersect, all point their spears at it?

There is no answer.

It no longer thinks, nor does it resist.

An unprecedented sense of exhaustion and relief enveloped it.

It faced its predetermined fate with equanimity and accepted the final judgment by the four supreme beings.

The chaotic energy that constitutes its eternal existence begins to disintegrate and escape uncontrollably.

The breath of life has completely vanished.

The Bermuda Triangle, which reigned supreme for eternity and was considered one of the three great roofs of the world, has fallen here!
With its demise, the last remaining chaotic force resisting in this sea also lost its source and was quickly purified and dispelled by the immense power of the sun god.

Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented golden beam of light shot up from the core of the Bermuda Islands, tearing through the remaining, thin mist and shooting straight into the sky!
The distorted space was forcibly smoothed out, the abnormal gravitational field returned to normal, and the chaotic and eerie magnetic fields also calmed down.

The sunlight, truly and without hindrance, shines upon every inch of the waves in this sea!
The azure sea shimmered, its former gloom and mystery gone.

This unprecedented expedition, which mobilized the Shurima Empire, the Siren Empire of the Atlantic, and even the power of the Void and the stars, has finally come to an end.

From then on, the Bermuda Triangle, a forbidden zone that once inspired fear, was no longer a concern on the vast Atlantic Ocean.

This vast sea area, along with all the secrets and resources hidden beneath it, has been completely brought under the rule of the Atlantic's master—the Spirit Sea Rose.

Azir's decision to deploy four clones to the Bermuda Triangle simultaneously is driven by a core strategic intent to achieve a swift victory with overwhelming superiority.

This war of conquest, waged by multiple parties on an unprecedented scale, has already been noticed by the world's major powers.

If the war drags on, the longer it lasts, the more variables there will be. Other places, such as the Antarctic glaciers, the Arctic eternal night, the Kunlun demon kingdom, and even more mysterious dark entities, will inevitably see an opportunity to exploit the situation.

They might temporarily set aside their disputes and instead negotiate to join forces, attempting to intervene in the battle or even take advantage of the situation.

At that time, not only will the campaign be complicated, but it may also trigger a chain of conflicts that will affect the whole world, bringing many unpredictable troubles.

Therefore, the battle must be ended decisively before all parties have fully reacted or reached a consensus, so as to forge the most powerful strategic deterrence with such a glorious victory.

……

And when the fog that shrouded the Bermuda Triangle was eternally dispelled, and that sea area completely submitted to the dominance of the Atlantic Ocean.

The nation gripped by the deepest panic was not the ancient demon empires far away, still weighing their options and observing the situation, but rather the human kingdom of America, nestled in a corner of the world.

They had secretly hoped that the Bermuda Triangle, considered one of the roofs of the world and infamous for its menacing presence, could serve as a natural barrier to withstand and even wear down the Atlantic Kraken Empire's military might, giving them a precious respite.

However, reality has now ruthlessly crushed it.

The Bermuda Triangle collapsed in a very short time... This means that the road to the east coast of America has been completely opened.

Chicago, USA.

This central city, after Newt and Washington fell to the sirens, has quietly become the temporary joint headquarters of the American Magical Association and the National Magical Organization of the United States.

The once bustling city is now filled with oppression and anxiety. People hurrying along the streets rarely smile, and the air seems to be thick with fear of the future.

In a top-floor conference room of a building in the city center, shrouded in layers of magical barriers, a high-level meeting that would determine the fate of the nation was taking place in a suffocating atmosphere.

The long conference table was filled with solemn-faced monks, military generals, and government officials.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, and a withered face, spoke in a trembling voice.

"The news has been confirmed... The Bermuda Triangle is completely finished. Much faster than our most pessimistic predictions. Their... their next target is undoubtedly us. Gentlemen, how... should we respond?"

Silence enveloped the conference room.

How to deal with this? This is a desperate question.

After a long silence, a lieutenant general in military uniform, looking exhausted, broke the silence with difficulty. His words were filled with helplessness: "Resistance? With our current strength, we can't even buy time."

"Isn't it clear enough what happened to Newt and Washington? That wasn't war, that was... crushing, that was destruction."

He took a deep breath and uttered a word that many people were reluctant to face: "Let's retreat... we are no match for them."

"Withdraw?" Another man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the former vice president of the American Magic Association, suddenly looked up. "Withdraw to where? Tell me, where can we withdraw to?!"

"Crossing the Pacific to Asia? Putting aside the other dangers that may exist along that long voyage, is the Asian continent really safe?"

"Europe and Africa have fallen, and those Eastern countries themselves are facing unimaginable pressure!"

(End of this chapter)