People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Countless scientists declared in the arena of wits that even if the "sea disaster" were to strike again, their communications would not be affected in the slightest. They were so certain in their "debates" that the entire Agorian society fell into this blind optimism.

Tiberius himself was no exception.

In the end, it turned out that this was just their self-comforting ignorance.

Agor fell silent once again.

How many people will suffer annihilation this time?

Tiberius's heart was suddenly filled with despair and frustration.

Logically speaking, soldiers shouldn't have these kinds of emotions, but they are Agorians.

The Agorians value both emotion and reason, and place excessive emphasis on humanity. They once had the right to freely choose their professions based on their interests, including being "soldiers." This custom underwent some changes after the last "sea disaster," but because Agorian society fully embraces the ideas and moral concepts of prehistoric civilizations, this system, which is considered the "foundation of Agor's utopian society," has remained largely unchanged.

Tiberius was a soldier "driven by interest".

Anyone with even a basic understanding of military affairs can imagine how terrifying this would be.

"Interest" is far too weak. Compared to the beliefs that help the military forge its soul, such as "mission," "responsibility," or even "hatred," it is far too ironic!

9. A calm sea cannot produce a good sailor; this saying is most fitting for Agor.

Thus, when his beliefs were tested, Tiberius's mindset immediately wavered.

His first thought wasn't hatred for Hai Si, nor a desire to avenge his comrades in the First Legion, nor the necessity to immediately return to aid Milialium; rather, it was:

My beloved is still in the city, and my home is there too. I don't know if she has escaped or not.

Oh, I hope those terrifying sea creatures will have pity on her and not hurt her!

I beg you three times, please grant me this small wish, and I will never be your enemy again!

As San's mind was in turmoil, misfortune struck again; his adjutant then brought more bad news:

"Commander, the reconnaissance team has lost contact!"

"They sent us a video clip at the end. Would you like to see it?"

"See?" Tiberius sighed with concern.

The adjutant had no idea why his commander was sighing. He guessed it was for the reconnaissance squad that might have been killed in action. Oh, sorry, I can't use the word "killed in action"—it's forbidden in Agor.

Commander, you are truly noble.

The adjutant turned on the video.

In an instant, the environment around the [Sage Courage] changed. This was due to Agor's mature holographic projection technology, which can help viewers experience the scenes in the video as if they were there through information reconstruction technology. This technology is also widely used in their art field and is another brilliant monument of the advanced Agor civilization.

But Tiberius felt no joy whatsoever.

He felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

Because at this moment, what lay before him was a massive sea creature nest.

This place is the breeding ground for sea creatures, but also a forbidden zone for life. The air is thick and heavy. Even though it is just a simulated environment constructed by information, Tiberius still feels that every breath he takes is like inhaling a filthy mixture of thick phlegm and seawater, making him feel nauseous.

A mixture of salty, fishy smells, the stench of rotting protein, and a sharp, metallic odor imbued with the activity of biological enzymes intensely assaulted the olfactory nerves of any outsider. As Tiberius's vision deepened, he discovered that the "walls" of the nest were not rock or soil, but living, wriggling, and multiplying biomass. These grayish-green, dark purple, and pale fleshy structures were intertwined, their surfaces covered in a slippery slime, resembling the viscera of some enormous creature.

They were as if they were walking inside the body of a colossal creature.

Tiberius was already feeling a chill run down his spine, but the small scout team was still venturing deeper. Tiberius didn't even know why they dared to go any further. At this point, weren't they afraid? Shouldn't they retreat immediately?

Just as they had done in response to Tiberius's question, they stopped. III? :→

"Antonio, did you hear that voice?"

This appears to be one of the scouts whispering.

“I heard it, in that direction. I recognize this language; it seems to be the language of a prehistoric civilization. I learned a little bit about it in an elective course.”

Another reconnaissance team member responded that their gazes simultaneously shifted to the right, and they began to move to the right again.

Can you translate this?

"I asked the team member."

"I'm sorry, I failed that elective course."

"But since there are voices here, maybe we have some friends here?"

Another team member answered, seemingly trying to ease the tension, but his words, whether genuinely naive or feigned composure, coupled with his trembling voice, gave off a terrifying feeling, as if the devil were telling a joke.

Soon, they stopped again.

This time, Tiberius knew why they had stopped.

Before their eyes, before Tiberius's eyes, a bizarre scene was unfolding in an absurd way:

Three colossal sea creatures occupied the center of the area. Their size was so enormous that the relatively lower-level sea creatures around them were like ants in comparison. Every subtle movement they made, even the twitching of a few tentacles or the movement of one of their eyes, carried a chilling sense of oppression.

However, these three enormous sea creatures were simultaneously emitting the "voices of prehistoric civilization" that the reconnaissance team had heard.

"(Unknown language)?"

"(Unknown language)"

"(Unknown language)!"

"Where's the translator?" Tiberius's breathing was rapid, a mixture of panic, fear, and curiosity.

He called out urgently until the adjutant activated the real-time translation update—group: plugin.

The information contained in those voices immediately flooded into their ears.

The deathly silence of the nest was suddenly ripped apart. At first, there was only a low tremor, as if from the depths of the earth's crust, causing the suspended glowing organs to sway uneasily. Then, without warning, one of the giant sea creatures in the central area, the behemoth that had just been absorbing nutrients, erupted.

"Who are we?" the giant sea creature roared in a deep voice.

This sound wasn't simply enormous; it contained a distorted frequency that directly impacted the central nervous system of the creatures, causing the air to seem to freeze for a moment before violently spreading outwards. The two giant sea creatures closest to it were almost instantly infected by this will; they too began to roar, though their tones and timbres differed slightly, but the primal, ferocious will was completely consistent. Their roars, like heavy war drums, intertwined and resonated with the first howl, creating an even more terrifying sonic wave.

"Newborn!"

The terrifying sound did not stop there; like ripples created by a boulder thrown into water, it quickly spread throughout the entire nest. First, the relatively larger and more varied marine offspring on the nearby ground and walls suddenly stopped moving, raised their sensory organs-covered "heads," and opened their mouthparts or vocal organs, emitting sharp, hoarse, or muffled roars, joining the torrent.

"who are we?"

Then, from further away and deeper, countless tiny, insect-like sea creatures began to shriek and hiss. Thousands, millions, even more sounds rose from every corner of the nest, varying in pitch, sharp and piercing, muffled like thunder. They intertwined, forming a terrifying sonic wave that seemed to overturn the entire nest. The biomass structures on the walls trembled violently with this roar, and the constantly dripping slime turned into a torrential downpour. The entire nest groaned and trembled under this collective outpouring of will!

"A huge group!"

The pervasive stench in the air was thoroughly stirred and amplified by the violent tremors and the excitement of countless sea creatures. The stench of decay, the pungent ammonia, the salty smell of the deep sea, and the unique stench of blood mingled together, reaching an unprecedented concentration that was almost suffocating. The light from the bioluminescent organs flickered wildly amidst the sonic waves, illuminating the frantically flailing tentacles, violently opening and closing mouthparts, and countless eyes flashing with madness within the nest, transforming it into a hellish scene of demons dancing in chaos.

But the three sea creatures that called themselves "Newborn" did not stop their actions.

And they remain the conductor and core of this terrifying symphony. Their massive bodies undulate slightly with each roar, as if responding to a call from a deeper realm. Their moving pillars of flesh are deeply rooted in the trembling ground, and the vibrations from each roar are transmitted through these pillars to the depths of the lair, then fed back from the ground, creating a destructive resonance.

What is the purpose of the large group?

Three more waves of sound swept over, and Tiberius, now pale-faced, slumped to the ground, just like the scouts in the scene who fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

He didn't even have time to be surprised or panicked by the fact that the [Sea Heirs] could speak, because their voices at this moment were enough to make all wills bow down.

"search!"

What are we pursuing?

After a brief silence, countless voices, including those of the reconnaissance team members themselves, began to speak in unison without any discrepancy:

"Treasure!"

"Treasure!"

"Treasure!"

Chapter 1083 [Amber] Senior's move was too ruthless!

Frontline positions of the Iberian, Perdoni, and Terra united front.

Columbia's space carrier, the Preservator, has arrived outside the city of Perdoni. The colossal object hangs high in the sky, casting a shadow that is enough to inspire fear.

However, for the Iberians at this moment, the feeling of having this strategic weapon hanging on their doorstep is incredibly reassuring!

The Inquisition is not without national heavy equipment, such as high-speed warships. The Inquisition has emptied its coffers and actually has a few, mostly equipped in the Punishment Army. However, those are all outdated models that are no longer up to date. They are adequate for dealing with sporadic landings of the Terrorfish, clearing out the strongholds of the Deep Sea Church, and serving as supply transit points during strategic maneuvers. But when it comes to large-scale wars, these things are clearly insufficient.

The courts weren't unwilling to upgrade to newer models, but they simply didn't have the money. Iberia had been in decline since the Great Tranquility, losing all its accumulated wealth. More critically, after the tide receded, the country was left with only salt flats and saline-alkali land, unable to produce any food, and the entire nation was constantly on the verge of famine.

In small towns along the coast, even those under the jurisdiction of the court, many residents have to risk their lives to beg for food from the sea, or they will starve to death. In such a situation, even if Carmen scrapes the ground until sparks fly, how much can she scrape out?

At his age, even if he wanted to sell his genitals, aside from a few people with particularly bizarre tastes, no one would be willing to buy them. He barely managed to survive by having his young apprentice, Eleanor, beg at international conventions. With life already so tight, how could he possibly scrape together the money to buy a new high-speed warship?

That thing costs a ton of money!

It's no exaggeration to say that Iberia looks very big now, but if there were real economic statistics, it's really unknown whether its GDP could match that of Shelag.

So now that there's an aerospace carrier that's even more powerful than a high-speed warship parked at their doorstep to help guard their home, and they don't even have to pay them, the court couldn't be happier!

If it weren't for the last bit of "respectable woman" modesty that Carmen still had, she would have suggested right now that they "stay put since they're here!"

Ernst arrived around the same time as the Colombians.

With time of the essence, Ernst could not stay in Shelag indefinitely, waiting for all the countries to make their decisions before setting off for Iberia.

It wasn't that he was deliberately slandering them, but given the Victorians' tendency to bicker and argue, if he just kept waiting for a result, Iberia would probably be ruined!

For the Hai Si clan, there is no concept of "consuming manpower". Whether it is out of the necessity to deal with the crisis and race against time, or out of goodwill towards Carmen and others who have cooperated with them before, Ernst has to take the lead.

However, he didn't come empty-handed as a lone commander.

Before coming, he naturally made some small preparations.

First of all, Rhodes Island will definitely be coming. Kal'tsit and the Doctor, while their combat prowess may not be the best, are among the few experts on prehistoric civilizations on this land. Warfare isn't just about weapons; it's also about information, especially against enemies like the Sea Legion. If you just attack randomly, you're only providing them with experience points for evolution. Therefore, their help is essential.

Besides, Sui is still on Rhodes Island.

Although the combat power of the Eight-Five is not as good as that of [Sami], [Sui] is still the pinnacle of a level 3 behemoth. Its various powers are ever-changing, and the combined effects are devastating. Most importantly, powers are different from ordinary weapons. They are part of the laws of nature. Theoretically speaking, Hai Si is a descendant of [Elves] that differentiated from [Primordial]. In other words, they also rely on the powers of [Primordial] to achieve large-scale evolution.

This clash of powers is different from simple weapon damage; it's closer to a clash between the two behemoths' physical strength—that is, between two natural ecosystems. Just like when [Sami] and [Sui] fought in the Hundred Stove Battle, Ernst consulted Kal'tsit. Under these circumstances, even if [Sui]'s combat power is not as strong as [Newborn]'s, it wouldn't be so easy for Hai Si to become immune to the effects of [Sui]'s powers on them.

After all, they are of the same rank, but their efforts are different.

With the assistance of the other behemoths Ernst brought, even if they are still no match for the [Newborn] in the end, they can at least buy Ernst more time and reduce casualties among the lower-level combat forces.

Secondly, Ernst also invited the beast masters who had been slacking off.

As it turns out, although Gawain was cunning, lazy, heartless, and unserious, the promises he made when he asked Ernst for help were genuinely valuable.

When Ernst, in the name of the Lion Lord, directly requested the Beast Lords' assistance, they all responded!

Some might question the Beast Lord's strength, but Ernst can only say, don't underestimate these [Transcendental Spirits] as cadres. They've come a long way since the fall of prehistoric civilizations! They've been seasoned veterans for at least 30,000 years, braving fire and water, forging their way across this land! Iron bones! Tough guys!

Although they have no bones, and some of them are not even men.

But it’s not a big problem!

Whether the Sea of ​​Life crisis will affect the Beast Masters is something the Beast Masters themselves are not sure about, but since [Lion] has already issued a request for help in his own name, and they had all agreed to acknowledge Ernst's [friendship], then helping their friend now is the only thing to do.

Ernst commissioned Kelsey to directly recover several advanced technologies from prehistoric civilizations that could still be replicated in this era. Coupled with the massive support from Mark Max and Trevor Friston in the rear, leveraging the entire nation of Colombia, the frontline's basic combat capabilities have been significantly enhanced.

With the addition of mid-level combat power from Kazdelnia and Yan and other countries—in fact, the Lord of the Royal Court and the Celestial Master could already be considered high-level combat power, but the level of this battle was simply too high, even the giant beasts had to personally participate, so they could only be relegated to the mid-level—the entire combat power structure of the united front was thus completed.

If there was any other issue that Ernst was particularly concerned about, it would be the "command problem."

Who will command and mobilize such a large army?

If the Duke of Wellington were still alive, he could still barely command respect due to his status in Terra's military history. But unfortunately, the old duke has been bedridden for half a year, and the banquet has already ended.

Kal'tsit and Theresa recommended the Doctor to Ernst. Ernst had actually considered this idea as well, but he knew it was impossible to succeed.

The coalition would not agree to this nomination.

This battle involved too many people, too many interests, and too many successes and failures. Objectively speaking, even Ernst himself, setting aside his bias against the Doctor, would not feel comfortable entrusting the lives of millions and the rise and fall of civilization to someone with no battle record and whose background is unknown.

Or rather, no one could shoulder this responsibility, which is why Ernst would say that even if Abrahim were to set fire to the Duke of Wellington's coffin and bring him back to life, it would only be "barely convincing," because ultimately, he couldn't do it either.

Actually, there is another option, and that is Ernst himself.

Unfortunately, Ernst was a civil official and not skilled in military affairs.

"Then let's establish a joint staff headquarters."

Ernst could only say in the end.

War is also politics. When it is impossible for one person to subdue everyone, forming a general staff is the best, and also the most unavoidable, decision.

This will definitely reduce the efficiency of decision-making. After all, the efficiency of having a group of people make a decision is definitely different from that of having only one person make a decision. But this is also the best way to distribute responsibility and share the results.

The other countries had no objections to this arrangement.