Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 437 The United States is finished! They scatter and flee, dividing up the North American continent!
The Cold Moon-Eyed Demon God, far away in the Pacific Ocean, also "saw" the actions in the Atlantic Ocean through the endless sea.

"Hmph, you certainly know how to pick your timing." It emitted a cold mental fluctuation.

"If that's the case, how can our Pacific Ocean lag behind others on this continent?"

It was no longer content with simply letting its legions advance.

The colossal divine body began to draw upon deeper ocean power, and the Eye of the Tide suddenly unleashed a ghostly blue light that devoured all other light!

【Eye of the Tides - Summoning the Sea】!
In an instant, the entire western Pacific seemed to be stirred up by an invisible giant hand!
The waves, far more violent and massive than usual, were forcibly gathered and piled up by the Eye of the Tide, transforming into moving water mountain ranges hundreds of meters high.

With a deafening roar that seemed to crush everything, it marched toward the west coast of North America to suppress everything!

Sure enough, with the enhancement of the Eye of the Tide, the speed of the waves increased several times over!
California's famous Gold Coast is now covered with a dense, distorted mass of deep-sea divers.

Their skin was smooth, their fingers were webbed, and their eyes gleamed with a mad, eerie light as they surged ashore like a black tide.

At the Port of Seattle, several tidal behemoths, each the size of a "giant cargo ship," defied the dense magic and moved forward with their pillar-like limbs.

Each step they take triggers a small earthquake; their enormous tentacles or chambers containing high-pressure water cannons sweep away dock facilities and coastal buildings into the sea at will.

The United States, the highest command center.

Almost simultaneously, two pieces of bad news reached this place.

“Report—!” An intelligence officer’s voice was distorted by extreme fear.

"Urgent news from Mexico! The Orizaba volcano has erupted in full force, but... but the lava flow is being completely blocked by the giant vines sprouted by the Amazonian ancient tree emperor!"

"The Lava Giant, Flame Demise, it... it's entangled by countless ancient trees and is locked in a fierce battle, unable to slow down the rainforest legion even slightly!"

"A green wave...is crossing the mountains!"

Before he could finish speaking, another monitor practically jumped up from his seat, his face ashen, and pointed in the direction of the Atlantic Ocean!
"Atlantic Ocean! At the center of the Atlantic Ocean! A devastating tsunami has been detected forming!! Energy level... incalculable! Repeat, incalculable!"

"Preliminary predictions indicate wave height will exceed...exceed one thousand meters! The target...is the east coast!!"

"Om-"

Everyone present froze in place, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the person in the main seat.

The color drained from the face of the Alliance Speaker at a visible speed.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to give some order.

But in the end, all the strength that had been held back seemed to be drained away in an instant.

He slumped back in his chair, leaving only a near-hysterical, desperate voice echoing in the deathly silent hall:
"We're fucked."

These three seemingly insignificant words are more destructive than the roars of demons outside.

A silent collapse permeated the air.

why?
Why? Why are the three demon empires, which have always fought independently, still fighting each other?

Even the Siren Empires of the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, which were fighting each other not long ago, would launch such an unprecedented, annihilation-level siege against the North American continent at the same time?
On both the east and west sides, towering tsunamis reached thousands of meters high, engulfing everything in their path;

To the south, there is an endless, life-devouring green wave;

Such intensity, such scale, coming from three directions simultaneously...

Which human nation could withstand such an invasion?

Inside the command center, the Speaker issued his final order:
"Pass on the order... escape..." "As long as one person can leave... that's one less."

"From this day forward... there will never be an United States again in the world."

This final order was transmitted through sonic magic to the various war zones where resistance was still ongoing.

Ultimately, it all came down to one word—

"escape"!
The light in the eyes of some mages who were still fighting bloody battles on the front lines was completely extinguished after receiving the news.

They raised their heads blankly, gazing into the distance—to the east, a white wall of water connecting the sky and the sea, and to the south, a lush, all-consuming tide of green.

In the end, they could only manage a bitter smile, a smile brimming with utter absurdity.

What's the point of persisting?
Amidst the ruins and rubble of the collapsed city, people who had been hiding in dark corners emerged, bewildered.

They listened to the sound echoing among the ruins, and all that remained was that one cold, repetitive word.

At first, an incredulous blankness appeared on people's faces, and then that blankness shattered like fragile glass, turning into utter, hysterical terror and madness.

Some people started screaming meaninglessly and running around aimlessly like headless flies, as if moving could bring a false hope.

Some people collapsed to the ground, their eyes instantly becoming vacant, as if all their vitality had been drained away;

More people are plunged into utter chaos...

"escape"?
The word seems so pale and ironic at this moment.

In this desperate situation, towering waves swept across the coast, and primeval jungles swallowed the inland...

Perhaps only those forbidden spellcasters, or a few super-ranked mages who forcefully break through with their superior strength, have a slim chance of survival.

Many low- to mid-level mages who were originally ordered to block the enemy finally had their sense of duty snap after receiving this final "bad news."

They abandoned their positions and began to try every possible way to survive.

However, in this new era where demons roam and continental plates are undergoing dramatic changes, where can one find a true paradise?
Now, only the western coast of Europe, separated by oceans and still able to maintain basic order, and the continent of Aries, may have a place for humankind.

As the roars of rainforest demons and the deafening crashes of collapsing trees drew near the defensive line, the forbidden spellcasters who had been guarding the area finally made their final decision.

One of them gazed deeply at the green tide that was constantly encroaching on the sky and earth in the distance, and the brilliant star trails that had been gathered in his hand slowly dissipated.

He said to his companion in a low, hoarse voice, "We can't hold out any longer... Let's go."

Without any further words, several powerful auras suddenly erupted, transforming into streaks of light and disappearing into the distance.

On the other side, Margaret had already turned around.

A complex emotion flickered in her blue eyes, but there was no hesitation.

She was followed by only a handful of high-level mages, which was all the power she could take with her in this desperate situation.

As for those mages whose cultivation was still shallow... she was ultimately powerless to reverse the situation.

"Follow!"

Her clear, cold voice pierced the chaos, and her figure swept towards the sky like a gust of wind.

The rules of survival become incredibly simple, yet incredibly cruel, at this moment.

(End of this chapter)