People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

There was a hint of pride in his tone.

Where there are people, there is competition. The four teams of Deepsea Hunters cooperated with each other, but there was also competition. Goredia and Ulpian had their share of rivalry. During a training session, they agreed to a timed crossing of Training Trench 143. Trench 143 is extremely deep and has many landslide-formed landforms with complex terrain. In the end, Ulpian, who was not known for his speed, was actually a minute faster than Goredia, who was known for her speed.

Goredia finished with 78 minutes and 39 seconds, while Ulpian finished with 77 minutes and 40 seconds.

So much so that when the deep-sea hunters gathered together after training, Ulpian's third team even openly composed a piece of music and asked Goredia's second team to dance to it.

The song is called "Comparing Team Three to Team Two," and the lyrics are improvised and quite simple:

"Compared to Team Two, if you ask me, Team Three is definitely better. Team Three has Ulbian—they never get lost—and they swim even faster than Goredia!"

One can only imagine the expressions on the faces of the second team members who had to dance to this song. Aside from Laurentina, who has a knack for having fun, probably very few could laugh.

Now, Ulpian is showing off his hunters in front of Goredia.

Goredia's lips twitched, but she ultimately resisted the urge to attack. She merely glared at Ulbian before turning away with a dark expression and walking to the window without saying another word.

Ulpian then looked at Skadi.

“You did very well, Skadi. This is more like you. You abandon tedious thinking and can seize the enemy’s weakness in an instant to launch an attack, like a perfect hunter who hunts by instinct!”

Skadi blinked her big eyes, which held an exceptionally clear look.

Ulpian said again:

“However, Skadi, I cannot agree to your desire to follow Ernst.”

"Why?" Skadi frowned slightly.

Ulpian did not explain: silk

“Skadi, listen to me. Hunters must obey orders before they can make requests.”

Skadi puffed out her cheeks, somewhat dissatisfied, but still pretended to be obedient and follow military discipline.

Then Ulbian patted her on the shoulder:

"Listen to me, you won't go."

Skadi: “?”

“I’ll go,” Ulpian said again.

Skadi: "Hmm?"

Ulpian was serious and earnest:

"I will personally be in charge of this operation."

"How do you know if your idea of ​​personally carrying out the mission is truly your own will?" Goredia couldn't help but add.

But before she could finish speaking, Ulbian let out a cold laugh:

"I never lose my way."

Greta opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't say anything.

Because it's true.

Even someone as proud as her had to admit this fact, which had already been proven in countless training sessions and real battles:

Ulpian had a better sense of direction than she did. Whether traversing complex terrain or sailing long distances with heavy loads, his yaw angle was so small as to be negligible.

This is not a special ability he was born with, but rather something he was born with.

Ulpian never gets lost.

That afternoon, Ulpian personally found Ernst, who was packing his luggage.

He startled Ernst, but what really frightened Ernst wasn't his unpredictable appearances, but rather the sheer number of "gods" surrounding Ernst now—enough to fill a large round table!

In this situation, it's really not easy to launch a surprise attack and catch him off guard.

So...

When Ernst saw Ulpian, whose body was half frozen and whose other half seemed paralyzed, always a beat slower, whose mouth was sealed with a Word of Power containing the aura of "Year," and whose head even had a flower planted on it, fall from mid-air and appear in front of him, Ernst was indeed startled.

Then, after half an hour of rescue efforts, thanks to Ulpian's own vigorous vitality, which was almost "unkillable" (Shu's own assessment), he recovered and looked completely fine.

Ernst couldn't help but marvel.

Look at Theresis next door, she took ages to recover after getting beaten up by you Agors, and her face was still bruised when she went up the tower! That's why I say you Agors are ridiculously overpowered, even more awesome than the Sarkaz!

After a moment of reflection and hearing the purpose of Ulpian's visit, Ernst also gave his reply:

"No."

This answer is actually quite obvious.

Is a guide necessary?

Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't; after all, who can say for sure what's happening beneath the ocean? Ernst truly knows nothing about Agor's situation, so it seems the Ulpian navigation system could indeed be helpful.

But you have to know that the sea can reshape the landscape, and maybe what lies beneath the surface has already been completely transformed.

That Urbian Night was of no use.

Ulpian's offer of service did move him, but the main problem was that Ernst did not intend to bring an extra person.

Or rather, he simply didn't have time to care about another person.

If he weren't unable to understand the language of the ancient civilizations and thus needed a translator, he wouldn't even have brought Kal'tsit with him!

To put it nicely, this is a high-level match, and your rank isn't high enough.

To put it bluntly, I'm already struggling to win with just one sister (Kal'tsit), let alone more.

You really think I'm invincible? I just have maxed-out defense!

However, Ulpian's appearance also reminded him that there was indeed something else he needed to pay attention to.

“Mr. Ulpian, this mission is more important than you coming with me to Agor.”

Ernst said solemnly,

"Keep an eye on Skadi for me!"

Ernst still hasn't come to a definitive conclusion about where the sense of familiarity in her mind came from!

Chapter 1085 A Black Hole Formed of Life Will Devour Everything

Agor, Miliarum.

Clementa never thought the ocean was so dangerous.

The seawater outside the central tower was no longer a clear blue, but was stained a murky dark color by the churned silt, the flames of the explosion, and the viscous bodily fluids of the sea creature.

Countless twisted and grotesque figures darted and climbed among the city's ruins. They were once marine creatures kept for viewing in this city, ordinary scaled beasts swimming in the deep sea, and valiant warriors guarding the city.

But now, they have a more "united" identity – Haisi.

These small sea creatures surged through every street and every crevice like a tide, devouring all obstacles. Behind them, however, moved slowly but were incredibly large, like the giant serpent sea monsters that entwined the earth in the ancient myths of Agor, tearing apart every building structure in the city with their tentacles and brute force, destroying everything to create a more suitable environment for the sea creatures to reproduce and be reborn.

But Clementine could do nothing; she could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded.

The defense forces' energy beams tore through the seawater, exploding into blue-white orbs within the swarm of sea monsters, but these were quickly replaced by even more surging monsters, unable to conceal the deteriorating overall situation. The wreckage of mechs, AI, and warships lay scattered across the once bustling plaza, flickering with final sparks of electricity, as if reminding her of her current predicament. In the distance, the shrill screams of buildings collapsing under the strain echoed, each sound causing the platform beneath her feet to tremble slightly; each sound felt like a hammer blow to her soul.

This is the fourth day since the Haizi invaded Miliaruum.

It was also the second day that Miriam was completely cut off from the outside world.

Clementa vividly remembers that peaceful afternoon, when no one could have imagined that their daily routine would come to an end at that moment.

The city was destroyed, the people were assimilated, and everything that was once familiar—streets, buildings, and even people's faces—seemed to be coated with a deep blue hue. Miriam suffered a devastating blow without warning!

Initially, Clementa was able to contact the governor of Heratia in her home territory through the [Roadway] to request support, but she only received the response that "the home territory is also under large-scale attack, please hold your ground and wait for reinforcements."

She held out for a day. The city's garrison fought desperately, relying on the advanced weapons of Agor that they no longer held back. They even managed to repel the first wave of Haisi's attack and rebuild the city's command system.

But Clementa found it difficult to feel any joy.

Because she knew very well that this was not a victory at all, and could not even be considered the beginning of a victory.

The Sea Sith possesses extraordinary adaptability and evolutionary capabilities. In Ernst's words, in a way, they are like Saint Seiya; you can never defeat them a second time using the same methods! Therefore, Agor would violate his own moral code by adopting the "Deep Sea Hunter" tactic, abandoning the powerful Agor technology and instead using outdated cold weapons and extraordinary physical abilities to fight against the Sea Sith.

This is the only way to simultaneously fight against the Seaseeds and slow down their evolutionary speed.

In the split second that the city was invaded, Clementsa chose to save the lives of the city's inhabitants rather than slow down the evolution of the Sealings.

She did save many people, and she doesn't regret it. But she is also aware of the consequences of her actions.

This means opening the floodgates! After that, the weapons that Agor had already used in this battle would pose a much smaller threat to Haisi.

Agor's speed in developing new weapons is almost inevitable and cannot keep up with the evolutionary speed of Haisi.

The water will eventually run out, and Agor's arsenal is not inexhaustible, but the evolution of Hai Si is endless!

She waited anxiously until the next day.

The next day, Haisi did not launch an attack. It seemed that yesterday's attack had also caused them considerable casualties, and they needed some time to digest the super weapons that Agor had never used.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Clementa gathered the remaining armed forces within the city. This attack by Haisi seemed to have a clear objective. The garrisoned legion suffered heavy losses, and coupled with the smog environment that permeated most of the city, Clementa could only concentrate the wounded, routed soldiers, and other usable weapons in the central area. She used the energy barrier opened by the governor's command tower of Miriam to build the final line of defense and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

But she was wrong about one thing.

Where can we find reinforcements?

On the evening of the second day, Clementa, who was waiting anxiously for reinforcements but had no way to contact the mainland, could only send out a plea for help from Miliarum in the most traditional but practical way under the circumstances—she arranged for a group of messengers to break out of Miliarum and head to the mainland.

Clementa did not leave; she was the governor of Miriam, and she was determined to live and die with the city.

Agor is a morally superior civilization, a land of etiquette independent of the world, a civilization capable of dominating, and indeed having dominated, more than one era, but one that is not understood or noticed by the outside world.

Such a proud civilization, once forcibly awakened from its own arrogant dream, can only have two outcomes.

Like a child, they wallow in endless tears and wailing until they perish; or they rise up and transform their anger and humiliation into motivation, revealing astonishing potential!

Clementa believed that Agor must be the latter; under extreme tests, Agor was not lacking in courage!

She didn't know if any of the messengers would make it to land alive, because it didn't depend on them, but on the sheer "determination" of the Sea Siege that had encircled Miliarum.

She knew she probably wouldn't receive a reply.

Because even if the land-based forces receive the warnings delivered by the messengers, there's probably not much they can do.

If Agor could not even contend with the sea-dwelling civilizations, how much more so would land-based civilizations?

The only hope might be that a few members of the prehistoric civilization would lend a helping hand, but even Clementa couldn't be sure whether the prehistoric civilization would sabotage their colleagues' plans for the sake of Agor.

Even someone as kind as Ernst wouldn't necessarily do such a thing, would he?

With despair looming ahead, Clementsa wanted to contact Benjue Liujing one more time to inquire about his situation.

So she activated emergency communications.

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The frequency band fell silent for a moment.

No matter how much she tries to bury her head in the sand, an obvious and undeniable fact is already laid bare before her.

The following night, Miliarum lost all communication with the outside world.

At this point, time seemed to have become useless trash for this city, because only one fate awaited them, and only one fate awaited her.

On the third day, after digesting the effects of the entire day, Haisi launched another attack in the morning.

The energy barrier of the Governor's Command Tower ultimately held for only 5 hours, 22 minutes, and 49 seconds under Hai Si's attack. The remaining soldiers, citizens, scholars, and bureaucrats in the city, regardless of their past professions, were now forced to take up the weapons that had been distributed to them.

The war then entered the bayonet fighting phase.

The bloody battle raged until the early hours of the morning.

As night fell and all was quiet, when the midnight bells announced the arrival of a new day—the fourth day—Clementa felt no relief whatsoever.

We're safe, only temporarily?

She couldn't even say those words.

Clementa did not leave the operations command room of the command tower.

Her gaze was fixed on the constantly flashing red dots on the main display screen. These red dots were not markings for Hai Si. Hai Si was endless, and if she were to mark them, her entire battle map would turn crimson.

Each of these nodes represents a critical juncture being breached, and each represents the passing of a life.

The communicator emitted sharp roars and hoarse howls almost constantly. Clementa had never heard more screams in her entire life than in the past two days.

She didn't even have a chance to lose her composure, because the situation on the mainland was still deteriorating.