Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 404 "An Unexpected Disaster": Operations in the Amazon Rainforest, Oceania
With the strong counterattack of the Atlantic Alliance and the Thousand Jewels Styx Legion, the resounding bugle call of the counter-offensive echoed across the Indian Ocean.

The invincible offensive of the Pacific Siren Empire was utterly crushed.

The remaining sirens were routed and utterly defeated under the overwhelming pursuit, like the receding tide.

They fled all the way to their homeland—the Pacific Ocean.

This unprecedented rout inevitably swept through Oceania, a strategic buffer zone between the Indian and Pacific Oceans, with its retreat and pursuit routes.

This vast region, centered on the Australian continent and dotted with tens of thousands of islands, has now become a casualty of the clash between two oceanic empires.

Although the Australian continent itself, due to its massive size and relatively high altitude, remained relatively stable amidst the chaos and suffered less direct impact, it was still relatively unaffected.

But the pearl-like islands surrounding it faced a true catastrophe.

For the land-dwelling life on these scattered islands, what surges forth from the horizon that connects heaven and earth is not seawater, but a declaration of death.

Located in northeastern Oceania, the Catherine Atoll is renowned for its stunning scenery, resembling emeralds adorning blue velvet.

When the retreating Pacific salamander swarm collided violently with the pursuing Atlantic tuna kingfish, the aftershocks of the kingfish's power easily tore apart the fragile coral reef.

The giant waves, thousands of meters high, rolled over like moving mountains with unstoppable force.

In a matter of moments, the once vibrant atoll, along with its indigenous villages and lush rainforests inhabited by generations of people, was completely wiped off the map, leaving only a sea surface churning with murky mud and debris.

The thousands of lives that once existed there sank into eternal darkness without even uttering a cry of anguish.

The Whitsunday Islands, with their seventy-four enchanting islands, were once a traveler's paradise.

When the distant horizon was occupied by a rapidly advancing white wall of water, imbued with the aura of the dead, the animals on the island were the first to become restless, letting out mournful cries.

In the town, the piercing sound of sirens shattered the usual tranquility.

People rushed to the port and high ground in a panic, pushing, crying, and praying...

Several ships full of refugees attempted to reach the nearest Australian island, but a sudden surge of energy, perhaps a casual strike by some emperor, unleashed a secondary wave that instantly crushed and swallowed them like toys.

Despair, like a cold vine, coiled around the heart of every survivor.

As the second largest island in Oceania, New Guinea was not spared either.

Its low-lying southern coastal plains were extremely vulnerable to storm surges caused by the retreating troops.

Seawater overflowed for hundreds of kilometers, submerging vast tracts of fertile farmland and dense mangrove forests.

Crocodiles and the carcasses of various strange creatures mingled in the torrent, vying with fleeing human groups for narrow high ground.

People watched helplessly as their homes were swallowed by the murky sea, their faces blank with numbness and bewilderment.

The route to Australia suddenly became incredibly crowded and dangerous, with every arriving ship feeling like it had struggled back from the brink of hell.

The clash between the two great sea monster empires ended with the submersion of most of Oceania.

Countless islands sank, and these fragile lives were reduced to nothingness in the aftershocks of the supreme power.
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Just as the situation on the Pacific front was deteriorating rapidly, another pole of the global war was emerging.

Deep within the Amazon rainforest of South America, a vast and ancient will is watching all of this.

Previously, they had successfully captured the small, isolated solar disk of the Shurima Empire, eliminating the enemy's outpost in South America. Afterward, they lay low for the time being, observing the situation.

The "Heart of the Jungle," the supreme ruler of the rainforest, is already aware of the fierce battles on the Antarctic ice glaciers and the dramatic reversals that have occurred in the Pacific Ocean.

It saw the Shurima Empire besieged on all sides by the combined forces of the four great empires.

Instead of collapsing, under Azir's leadership, they gained the upper hand in both the Antarctic and Pacific-Indian Ocean campaigns, and even began a counter-offensive.

The sudden appearance of Kindred, the Necromancer, completely disrupted the attackers' plans.

"The flames of war will sooner or later burn back on this land..." The thoughts of the heart of the jungle echoed among the towering ancient trees and winding river.

"We await Shurima's return, having resolved their internal troubles and basking in the glory of their victory. At that time, we will be overwhelmed. We must strike them decisively when they least expect it!"

Its target is the very heart of the Shurima Empire—the African continent!
South America and Africa are separated by the vast Atlantic Ocean.

But at this moment, this sea area, which should have been firmly controlled by the Atlantic sea monsters, is now experiencing an unprecedented power vacuum due to the fierce battle between their main force and the Pacific Ocean.

"Without the sirens' interference, how can a mere sea area stop us?"

With his mind made up, the Heart of the Jungle no longer hesitated.

It began to mobilize its long-accumulated power, and the entire Amazon rainforest seemed to come alive. Hundreds of millions of leaves moved without wind, rustling softly like the chanting of ancient voodoo.

Gradually, above the rainforest, along the winding Amazon River, a dark green fog began to form and gather.

This fog is not water vapor, but a materialized disaster formed by countless tiny parasitic spores, corrosive miasma, frenzied will, and plant spirits.

It rolled and expanded, like a ferocious giant python awakening and spanning the continent, exuding a dangerous, sweet-smelling aura.

The dense fog had a clear target; as if guided, it began to drift slowly eastward, crossing the vast ocean that was temporarily unguarded.

Its destination was none other than the scorching sun and endless yellow sand of the Shurima Empire!

A surprise attack originating from the primeval jungle and spanning across the ocean is about to begin.

Azir's Shurima "stronghold" is about to face a completely different kind of green Scourge from the rear.

However, in this global war between demonic empires, there is still one supreme being who has yet to make a move.

Soraka, the Starchild, stands silently above the sea of ​​stars, her body enveloped in a pure starlight aura.

She looked down at the strife in the lower realms, and the green calamity quietly gathering in the Amazon rainforest was already under her watchful gaze.

As the dark green fog prepared to cross the Atlantic and approach the coastline of the African continent, Soraka slowly raised her hand.

"Stop."

As the whisper fell, a starlight curtain stretching across the sky suddenly descended, like a silver paintbrush wielded by the universe, drawing a clear boundary between the azure sea and the dark green fog of disaster.

The power of the stars collided violently with the miasma of the jungle, bursting forth with a strange halo.

The lurking demons let out mournful cries, and the wildly proliferating spores lost their activity and fell into the deep sea.

(End of this chapter)