Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 393 The Emperors of Shurima Gather, the Golden Road Leads to Antarctica

The power of the Golden Titan is earth-shattering, but its core power, originating from the earth, is somewhat restricted in the deep ocean environment.

Besides Poseidon, the "god of the sea".

In contrast, void creatures are born from nothingness and have no dependence on the conventional environment.

Whether it's a vast ocean, a boundless glacier, or a scorching desert, it doesn't make much difference to them.

Soraka, the Son of the Stars, has a comprehensive view of the situation and makes precise deployments.

The Titans were tasked with guarding the familiar northern borders of Europe, relying on the continental shelf to resist invasions from the Arctic Ocean.

The more environmentally adaptable Void Forces, through their mastery of space technology, will be deployed to the crucial Indian Ocean battlefield.

Just as the strategic shift in the Indian Ocean was underway, unfortunate news came from the South American battlefield.

That desert, based on a small solar disk, ultimately could not withstand the rampant encroachment of countless rainforest monsters.

Surrounded by layers upon layers of dense, primordial green miasma, its brilliant light was gradually swallowed up, eventually becoming flickering and dim.

However, just at the very last moment when the light on the disc went out completely.

He forcibly tore open a spatial rift and teleported the severely injured and collapsing Sandstorm Giant Lizard Zachary back to the African desert.

This sandstorm giant lizard is actually the same supreme monarch who fought the Sphinx during the conquest of the Great Pyramid of Giza.

In Azir's subsequent campaigns to reclaim the African landscape, it repeatedly served as the vanguard, forging its merits with its unparalleled ferocity and loyalty.

It was this achievement and potential that earned him the highest honor in the empire—to be baptized by the ascending power of the Sun Disc and transform into a sub-emperor level being.

He was entrusted with the important task of guarding the remote South American continent, serving as a wedge inserted into the heart of the rainforest by the empire.

At this moment, the wedge was forcibly removed, and it returned covered in wounds.

Zachary's heavy body crashed into the heart of the Sahara Desert like a meteorite, where the soft yet scorching sand embraced him.

It struggled to open its eyelids, which were stuck together by dried blood scabs. The first thing its blurred vision caught was the figure of Azir, clad in golden armor, suspended in the sky beneath the most magnificent sun disk.

Zachary struggled to his feet, his hoarse voice filled with endless guilt and exhaustion, "Your Majesty... I... failed in battle and let Your Majesty down... South America has fallen."

Azir's gaze swept over Zachary's deeply corrosive wounds that revealed bone, his scales almost torn apart by vines, and the weakness that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul.

Instead of blaming him, he said, "You single-handedly fought against many emperors of the entire Amazon rainforest."

"I don't blame you for this!"

"We can leave South America aside for now; the Empire's next target is Antarctica!"

Then Azir's voice suddenly rose in pitch, containing supreme divine power, and resounded throughout every corner of the entire African continent:
"But now, Antarctica is provoking our Empire! All citizens of Shurima, heed my command!"

"Rumble--"

The entire African continent, like a sleeping ancient beast, began to awaken and stir.

From the shifting sands of Western Sahara to the Rift Valley of East Africa, from the scorching deserts of the Arabian Peninsula to the ancient sands along the Nile, an overwhelming aura of imperial power rises, responding to Azir's call.

The first to appear was the former Lord of the Sahara Desert, who had accompanied Azir in his conquest of the Bermuda Triangle's demonic realm. Its body seemed to be composed of billions of pure, blood-red sand grains. Immediately afterward, the southern sands suddenly collapsed, transforming into a massive quicksand vortex. The Flowing Sand Emperor's colossal body, formed from liquid yellow sand, slowly rose, devouring and assimilating everything in its path.

On the eastern horizon, a fierce wind whips up sand and dust, forming a terrifying sandstorm that connects heaven and earth. Karim, the overlord of the Arabian desert and known as the "Sand Eater," emerges from it.

An ancient being from the Nile River basin, the Desert Crocodile Lord, emerged from the newly formed golden riverbed, clad in scales as hard as granite, exuding a cold and bloodthirsty aura.

At the junction of the northern volcano and the desert, the earth cracked open, and magma mixed with quicksand, coalescing into the terrifying form of the Desert Abyss Emperor, where the two forces of heat and weight were perfectly blended.

Furthermore, the Sandstorm Emperor appeared riding a tornado that stretched from the sky to the earth, and the Silver-winged Queen Ant, who has now evolved to rule over billions of desert ants.

One by one, the powerful demon emperors, having restrained their usual arrogance, led their tribal armies to converge from all directions.

The vast Sahara Desert seemed somewhat crowded at this moment.

Countless races and billions of living beings turned their gazes to the golden figure in the sky, letting out a soul-stirring cry like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing:
"Greetings to Your Majesty!"

Azir's hawk-like gaze swept over the terrifying army at his feet, an army capable of overturning the world. His eagle-staff pointed directly south, and his voice, like thunder, proclaimed the empire's final decision:
"The ice demons of Antarctica have gone too far!"

"My empire is not to be challenged! The glory of Shurima must be proven with the lives of our enemies!"

"All troops, listen to my command—target: Antarctica! Flatten that frigid hell!"

After the declaration was made, Azir raised his eagle staff high.

In an instant, his divine power erupted, resonating with the giant sun disk beneath his feet, whose diameter was comparable to a mountain range, in an unprecedentedly strong way.

"With the power of ascension, forge your journey!"

"Shinto·Tonglu!"

"Om-"

A deafening roar shook the entire world.

The clouds in the sky were pushed aside by an invisible force, revealing a dazzling starry sky, but the starlight was quickly overshadowed by an even more dazzling light.

Endless light, fire, and earth elements surged wildly from the desert and from the sun disk.

Under the gaze of countless awestruck eyes, a magnificent miracle beyond words was born.

Starting from the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa, a vast passageway constructed purely of sacred energy, like liquid gold, appeared out of thin air.

It is not erected on the sea surface, but suspended directly in the air, hundreds of miles wide, like a broad road paved for the gods.

The surface of the passage was radiant with materialized light and heat, exuding a magnificent divine power that calmed the ocean and made all things submit.

Ignoring physical distance, it rapidly extended forward, cleaving through waves and storms, forcibly purifying and calming even the eeriness of the deep sea and the chaotic energy in the air wherever it passed.

This golden sacred path spans the entire turbulent Indian Ocean, its light even illuminating the unfathomable depths below.

Its trajectory is straight, firm, and unstoppable, just like the will of an emperor.

And at the end of this "accessible road" lies the glacier of the Antarctic Circle!
(End of this chapter)