Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 434 A helpless decision: defend the west and guard the south!

The two great demon empires in the southwest seemed to have reached some unspoken understanding, and at the same time opened their bloody maws to this land.

The United States' limited magical forces were forcibly torn apart, leaving it to fight on two fronts in the southwest while also having to be wary of the Atlantic Ocean to the east. This resulted in heavy casualties due to the inability to attend to both fronts.

Some surrounding areas were eroded and occupied.

At this time, the American Mage Association and the Free Temple of the Continental Magic Association had been merged into one, forming a unified command system.

All resources and personnel are under the unified command of a single supreme command.

He was the former vice-chairman of the Temple of Liberty, an elderly man named Arnold Stone.

On the enormous magic sandbox, red light, representing danger, came from two directions.

Senior generals and mage leaders are holding an emergency meeting.

"Mr. Speaker, the situation continues to deteriorate!"

"On the west coast, the Pacific sirens' offensive shows no signs of abating. But even more deadly is the south! According to the latest reconnaissance, the rainforest monsters' vanguard spore cloud has already crossed parts of Mexico and is spreading northward!"

"They are not fast, but wherever they go, all life is twisted and assimilated, turning into a new breeding ground for demons!"

Another commander in charge of the defenses pointed to the west coast, which was being continuously eroded by red on the sand table, and said with a grim face: "With the sea level continuing to rise, the defense pressure on our coastal cities is already close to the limit."

"It has now been confirmed that three Sea Demon Emperors are advancing simultaneously in the sea area! Demon God Sea Skull, Extreme Shell Demon Lord, and Black Octopus Demon!"

"Their legions have already overwhelmed all the surrounding towns and secondary bases. We can only barely hold on to the two core city clusters of San Francisco and Los Angeles, relying on the last magical barrier to resist!"

All eyes turned to Speaker Arnold Stone, who was seated at the head of the table.

The old man's face was etched with weariness and the marks of time.

He remained silent for a long time, his fingers slowly moving across the sand table, before finally striking heavily on the Kira mountain range that stretches across the North American continent from north to south.

He raised his head and uttered the decision that made everyone's hearts skip a beat:

"Order: Abandon the West Coast."

"what?!"

"Speaker! No!"

"Previously, the Atlantic Sirens attacked the East Coast, and our main base cities, such as Newt and Washington, have fallen. We have lost our most important cities!"

“If we abandon even San Francisco and Los Angeles, the last strongholds on the West Coast, then we…we will have almost lost all our central city support points, this…” A general from the West Coast was so excited that he almost stood up.

Arnold Stone raised his hand, silencing all the doubts.

His gaze swept over everyone present. "I know what this means."

"But, gentlemen, please wake up!"

"Our current magical power is only enough to hold off the demons on one side! The Siren Kings on the west coast are strong, but their power relies on the ocean." "The Kira Mountains will become our natural barrier. Once we abandon the coastal lowlands and retreat to the mountain defense line, the Sirens' advance speed will be greatly reduced. They will need time to adapt and cross or detour around this huge mountain range. This will buy us valuable time."

His finger then abruptly moved to the spreading green area to the south, his tone becoming extremely stern.

"But the rainforest monsters of the south are different! They attack our inland heartland!"

"They don't depend on seawater; those damned spores can take root and sprout on any land, turning any area they set foot into a 'rainforest domain' suitable for their operations!"

"Once they break through the southern plains and penetrate deep into our heartland, we will have no defenses left, and our entire core area will be dismantled and devoured by them! They are more deadly than sirens!"

He took a deep breath and concluded decisively: "Strategic contraction, concentrating forces, utilizing geographical advantages, and addressing the most lethal threat first!"

"This is our only way out. Follow orders!"

The decision of the Supreme Command, accompanied by immense pain and resentment, was swiftly disseminated.

So the sorcerers in San Francisco and Los Angeles, who were engaged in fierce street battles and house-to-house fights with the sirens, received an unbelievable order.

Abandon the base city and move south!
Many mages who had fought valiantly looked back at the city that was about to fall, their eyes filled with resentment, yet they had no choice but to submit to this cruel strategic decision.

With heavy hearts, they broke free from the sirens' clutches and began an organized and arduous retreat southward, their goal being to reach a new line of life and death—resisting the rainforest monsters!
Meanwhile, the green death from the Amazon is fast approaching.

The main force of the rainforest monsters has indeed crossed most of Mexico.

At the border between South and North America, there is an unimaginably huge ancient tree king, whose trunk bears ancient and ferocious faces. Its roots seem to have penetrated the continental shelf and firmly controlled this passage.

It is like a huge living fortress, continuously channeling its rich green life force to drive countless plant and insect demons under its control, which surge northward like a slowly advancing green tide.

They weren't particularly fast, but their relentless, calculated pressure was suffocating.

Wherever they go, whether it's city ruins, farmland, or desert, they leave behind a thick layer of fluorescent green spores.

These spores germinate rapidly, growing into twisted, living plants and bizarre fungi, completely dyeing the earth a strange green that doesn't belong to this world, cutting off any possibility of survival for other living beings.

After the American mages completed their assembly and joined forces with the remaining southern defenders, they chose Mexico City as the battlefield for their ambush!
This once densely populated metropolis is now partially covered by spores, but its relatively sturdy urban magical structure remains intact.

The relatively open terrain, which makes it easy to build defenses and cast large-scale spells, makes it an ideal place for the final battle.

Numerous mages from various regions, like rivers flowing into the sea, urgently gathered here.

Using the ruins of the city as cover, they frantically constructed temporary magical defenses. Earth mages built high walls, fire mages burned the nearby spore vegetation, and light and plant mages worked hard to purify the hallucinogenic powder and mental corruption permeating the air.

Everyone was on high alert, watching the ominous rainforest demon army slowly advance from the south like a green curtain.

They knew that this would be a decisive battle for the fate of the North American continent, and once this line of defense was breached, the vast inland plains behind them would never know peace again.

Margaret, who had previously blocked the Extreme Behemoth Lord, was also in the group.

She and four other forbidden spellcasters form the core force!
(End of this chapter)