Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 411 "Returning in Triumph": Antarctica, defeated and subdued!
When Azir uttered those words, which contained supreme authority and final warning.

This time, the Ice Emperor Ernos remained silent.

The excruciating physical pain, injuries, and the suffocating feeling of having his strength completely suppressed had long since shattered all his former arrogance and wishful thinking.

At this moment, what filled its heart was no longer anger, but a sense of awe after surviving a catastrophe.

Ernos realized with absolute clarity, and admitted from the bottom of his heart, that he was indeed no match for this desert emperor.

The power emanating from that solar disk was so profound that it transcended ordinary energy levels.

Each wave of divine light not only melted his ice armor, but also eroded the very source of his icy existence.

“Fortunately… this is Antarctica…” A trembling thought echoed in Ernos’s mind.

Only this eternal frozen land that gave birth to him and is connected to his origin, this omnipresent and almost infinite extreme cold region, can provide him with a continuous source of support, greatly enhancing his defense and recovery capabilities, while invisibly weakening the absolute influence of that "sun".

This home advantage became his last shield.

He had no doubt that if the battlefield were anywhere else, whether it was the sea or the land, he would have already disintegrated and turned to dust under that magnificent divine power!
Azir stood amidst the golden light, his gaze piercing.

He knew that Antarctica was known as a forbidden zone for life and a lair of ancient demons, and its true nature was far more than just the surface-level Ernos and the newly awakened Ice Queen.

Beneath those inaccessible core ice layers of the polar circles, in that abyss where even space itself can be frozen, there must lie many more, perhaps even older and more powerful, "ice emperors."

Continuing to force its way deeper will only awaken more and more "Antarctic emperors".

Knowing when to stop is the mark of a wise person.

The strategic objectives of this expedition have been achieved.

With overwhelming force, he crushed the vanguard of Antarctica, severely damaged its ruler, and burned nearly one-fifth of the glaciers, demonstrating to the world the inviolable majesty of the Shurima Empire and its terrifying power to conquer any corner of the earth.

This is enough to form a powerful strategic deterrent.

"withdraw!"

A single decree, like a resounding bell, echoed across the battlefield.

Without hesitation or lingering, the golden legion, like the receding tide, began to move in an orderly fashion along the still glorious and dazzling "Divine Path".

Sand soldiers, giant lizards, flying serpents... all the warriors of Shurima, carrying the chilling discipline of victors, embarked on their journey home.

On the other side, the battlefield of the two empresses.

"Boom——!"

The power of void annihilation and ultimate freezing collided fiercely once again, tearing the surrounding space into more unstable cracks.

The aftershocks of energy swept across the area, leveling the already shattered ice field below by another layer.

The Ice Queen used the momentum to float backward, her beautiful face covered with a layer of frost that was impossible to melt.

It was a mixture of unvented anger and a hint of fear that she herself was unwilling to admit.

Her icy blue eyes, which had witnessed countless changes throughout history, were now fixed on the elegant purple figure opposite her, whose aura was as unfathomable as an abyss.

The shock she felt was far greater than the suppression of Ernos. What had happened in the outside world during the long years she had been asleep?
Why would a being like Azir, who wields the power of the "sun," be born? And why would a void being like Bervis, whose power system is completely detached from conventional understanding and extremely bizarre, appear?
They should launch a direct attack on the Antarctic Circle!
Such a thought would never have been dared to arise even by the most arrogant ocean rulers or continental demon emperors in the era before she fell into slumber.

And now, not only has it happened, but the invaders have also directly overwhelmed their defenses in this absolute territory that belongs to them, and it could even be said that they have gained the upper hand and then left triumphantly!

This mind-blowing fact, like a cold, poisonous thorn, pierced her proud heart.

She knew that the power structure of this world had undergone a complete transformation.

Antarctica is no longer an isolated paradise; its tranquility and mythology have been completely shattered.

Under the watchful gaze of Bervis, the Ice Queen did not intervene again.

She simply watched the orderly retreat of the golden torrent with a cold gaze.

The demonic army of Shurima, along with the Void swarms that greedily devoured all energy and matter on the battlefield, eventually vanished completely at the end of the Golden Passage.

The passage itself slowly closed, as if it had never existed, leaving only the phantom of the sun disk shining one last time on the land it had profoundly "educated" in the fading light.

They left, leaving behind a devastated, ravaged Antarctic kingdom.

Looking around, I can no longer find that pure white expanse from my memory.

Instead, there were countless huge, bottomless pits, as if the gods had repeatedly pounded them with a giant hammer.

A network of cracks, some several kilometers wide;
The collapsed iceberg fragments piled up like mountains, and the melted ice water flowed into turbid rivers that raged across the broken ice fields.

It eventually flows into the ocean, which has risen significantly due to the melting of glaciers and whose color has become much deeper.

More than one-fifth of the glacier structures across Antarctica have been permanently destroyed or severely damaged.

This is the greatest impact and the most devastating loss since the formation of the Antarctic Demon Empire.

It will take a very long time for this permafrost to slowly heal its shocking wounds.

However, amidst this mess, there is an eerie "cleanliness".

There were no mountains of Antarctic monster corpses on the battlefield.

It wasn't that their casualties weren't heavy, but rather because of the remains of those fallen demons—whether they were Emperor-level ice fragments, Monarch-level limbs, or even the frozen desert demons and void larvae.

Almost all of them were subjected to a silent and efficient "battlefield cleanup" by the Void Swarm under Bervis's command during the final stages of the battle or even during the retreat.

They regard all matter and energy, friend or foe, as nourishment, devouring, decomposing, and absorbing them, transforming them into the power to strengthen their own void race.

This meant that although the battlefield was devastated, it lacked the horrific scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Instead, it adds to the eerie feeling of being "licked" by some invisible monster, sending chills down your spine.

Antarctica has temporarily returned to silence.

But within this silence lay humiliation, hatred, reflection, and... an unprecedentedly profound understanding of the golden empire called Shurima.

(End of this chapter)