Chapter 214 Misunderstanding
"Damn it! Of all times." Seres was somewhat exasperated, yet it still believed the battlefield had only coincidentally moved directly above its position; that monster hadn't intentionally led the calamity its way.
Nevertheless, it ordered the Sea Race under its command, responsible for engineering, to cease work, and instructed the Sea Race forces guarding the project to prepare for battle. Simultaneously, it sent a message to the Sea Race's main stronghold, summoning all available forces from every location to rush over, prepared to directly encircle and eliminate this group of Earth's most elite Ability Users in the Arctic Ocean if necessary.
While it wasn't realistic to keep all of them, even if a few could be taken down by cannon fodder Sea Race, it would be a worthwhile trade, as the Sea Race's numbers were simply too vast.
The movement of the battlefield towards the Arctic Ocean also caused most of the opportunistic scattered forces, who had intended to "fish in troubled waters", to hesitate.
Due to the threat of the Sea Race, activities at sea were clearly far more dangerous than on land. Even though most people knew some Spirit Arts for levitation and walking on water, prolonged aerial stays were still something only a minority could achieve.
Ultimately, it wasn't humanity's home turf, and the danger of engaging with the ocean remained considerably high.
After some back and forth, only a few dozen individuals, relatively confident in themselves, chose to follow the main force out to sea, satisfying their greed.
The encircling army didn't intercept these individuals. Firstly, they represented a considerably powerful force that disregarded the pressure of national machinery, and intercepting them would waste a large number of personnel, hindering the monster's elimination.
Secondly, in the eyes of others, they were excellent cannon fodder... though everyone present who had designs on Sarcasky believed that anyone other than their own people was cannon fodder.
"Hou Zi, you lunatic, how dare you show your face here again?!" Chen Bo, currently fighting, glanced out of the corner of his eye and spotted Hou Zi, who was radiating a red glow all over.
Over the years of high-intensity guerrilla warfare in Huaxia, he had gone through three high-frequency vibrating blades, yet his appearance remained as unassuming as a withered branch, clearly also military equipment secretly supplied by the United States.
"Those who follow different paths cannot plan together." By now, he was largely able to control his desires; as long as he killed one person every half month, he could maintain his sanity.
Of course, the most crucial factor was that over half a year ago, he had discovered his power-leveling ability, gained through killing, seemed to have reached a bottleneck. Thus, he began continuously honing his control over his steadily, albeit slowly, increasing power, attempting to break free from the control of intermittent madness.
"The big picture is paramount." Ye Zi and the American team leader Hai Huo Ji, both nearby, transmitted this mental wave almost simultaneously, making the atmosphere instantly awkward.
"I'll deal with you personally after the war. First, repel the external threats, then stabilize the internal affairs. The big picture is paramount," Chen Bo glared at the three, gnashing his teeth as he uttered the final four words.
He still restrained the urge to immediately lead his people and hack the opponents down, instead calling via radio for more high-level Ability Users who had accompanied the Federation's main force to head to the battlefield.
"Your Holiness, is the Hymn of Heaven truly unusable now? The Lord's light is the best medicine for purifying demons." Chris Ding wanted to glean more information about Pope Gondor's trump card.
"Within twenty years, it won't be able to replicate today's might," Gondor doubled the actual number.
"But our development of faith power only began just over three years ago, how could that be..." Chris Ding clearly felt something was amiss.
"The Papacy has existed for nearly two millennia. It has left behind countless legendary sacred artifacts, which possess little inherent power but retain a faint glimmer of faith power from the prayers of countless devout believers over the years."
"How can three years of accumulation compare to millennia of remnants, even if only one in a hundred remains?" Gondor warned Chris Ding with a double entendre.
"I understand." She nodded to him, then rejoined the fray.
"I hope she truly understands." Gondor straightened his attire and continued his own fight.
Seres, utilizing its powerful mental perception, cautiously observed the battle unfolding above. Under its command, countless Sea Race began to converge from the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans.
Such a massive undercurrent naturally caught the attention of various nations monitoring sea conditions via satellite. Following their usual procedures, they ordered all soldiers stationed along the coast to cease rest and enter a state of combat readiness.
"Something's wrong." Information sharing among nations regarding this matter had begun years ago, and they quickly noticed that the direction of this beast tide seemed off.
Previously, they had always charged uniformly towards the land, but this time, they were all advancing north. Occasionally, some super-sized beasts were even seen briefly surfacing.
"North... Sea Race... or perhaps we need to contact them."
"Reporting, Council Member Chen." The commander at the Tianqing command headquarters quickly contacted Chen Bo.
"Speak quickly!"
"Our joint monitoring network has just discovered an astonishing number of Sea Race are gathering from all over the world and heading north. Their probable target is you, located in the Arctic Ocean!"
"Damn it! To make such a basic mistake! We found it was an alien that appeared on land and forgot it could also be the mastermind controlling the Sea Race."
"So what should we do now...?"
"Notify all governments, inform all of society, mobilize all deployable Ability Users and air forces, and prepare for a grand revenge operation in the Arctic Ocean!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Everyone, the enemy before us could very well be the alien that launched nuclear missiles at us and created the tsunamis back then," Chen Bo suddenly transmitted this mental wave to everyone present.
"Hundreds of millions of Sea Race are surging in from all over the globe. I don't believe this is a coincidence," he continued.
"My adjutant also sent news of this."
"Me too!"
The leaders of several nations successively confirmed this news, further "verifying" the truth of Chen Bo's conjecture.
At this moment, the reason why the opponent had been planning for centuries on Earth for the vampires, yet only violently erupted over three years ago with such an abnormal move to eradicate humanity, was subconsciously ignored by everyone.
The scenario of having two masterminds, both aliens, was not currently within their scope of consideration. Sarcasky must be the culprit behind everything!
"Kill!" Most of those who had been holding back their strength now began to fight seriously.
The destruction of thirty-two major cities and the super-tsunamis that engulfed nearly all coastal regions meant that almost every Ability User present had cherished, beloved, or respected individuals who had perished in that disaster. Few had no bone-deep hatred for the enemy before them.
In the face of hatred, reason was naturally diminished by a third, let alone when dealing with an already established enemy..
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