Midway through the Impassable Mountains, the Hermes mountain region.
The enormous shadow cast by the God of Creation had already touched the edge of the plateau, and the cascading Life Floaters flowed along the mountains, connecting the eastern and western wings, making the mountain range a magnificent red line. With this supply line, the armies of the Continental Spine could enter the Four Kingdoms continuously, without any further restrictions.
Everything was as Mask had foreseen—
Although human harassment had never stopped, it was fundamentally helpless against the advance of the God of Creation. Next, the war would turn into a war of attrition devoid of skill. The Clan itself had a numerical advantage, and its technology enabled even the most numerous, yet useless, Inferior Non-Magic Bodies to become powerful war machines. The difference between the two was even more stark.
The opponents did indeed possess extraordinary skills, but that would not shorten the essential differences between the clans—from birth to maturity, the former required at least ten years, while the Inferior Non-Magic Bodies only needed two short years, without the troublesome need for courtship and mating. As casualties continued to increase, humans would eventually collapse.
Indeed, all progress had not deviated from its expectations—except for one point.
"I want to know, what exactly is going on?" It stood in the observation room at the bottom of the God of Creation, roaring at its subordinates.
It rarely asked such rhetorical questions, because it was merely venting emotions and wasting time. Only low-level beings like Bloodthirsty and Abomination would be enthusiastic about it. What had happened was almost immediately visible—a large number of Evil Beasts had appeared on the Hermes Plateau, entangled with the Symbiotes it had released. These Symbiotes were supposed to continuously rush to the Four Kingdoms, gradually consuming human power, but now a portion of them were held back by the Evil Beasts!
They formed several black tides on the plains, pouring into the abandoned city from the large gap—this pass might have been a fortress used by humans to resist Evil Beasts before, but now it had been replaced by the Clan.
If that was all, it would have been fine.
Nasopelle saw the "Nest" of the Sky-Sea World in the Evil Beast horde.
This was the real reason for its considerable loss of composure.
Unlike humans, the Clan had long understood that the so-called Evil Beasts were a branch of the Sky-Sea World, similar to the Inferior Bodies in the Clan. Every time the Evil Moon descended and magic power was abundant, the "Nest" would release a large number of spores, which would be blown by the sea breeze to the earth, infecting ordinary beasts and transforming them into various strange creatures, and then allowing them to evolve and kill each other on their own.
This group of Evil Beasts had low combat power and did not pose a threat to the Clan. The Sky-Sea World only regarded them as "breeding grounds" for collecting essence and never expected to use the Evil Beasts as the main force for land operations. From another perspective, this was also a manifestation of the Sky-Sea World's low control over the continent. Apart from creating some small troubles for the Clan in this way, it was difficult for them to interfere with the mainland hinterland by other means.
But the "Nest" was different.
It was the backbone of the Sky-Sea World, and the Clan could not easily let go of such a target. Moreover, the "Nest" was extremely difficult to deal with in the sea, but particularly clumsy on land, and there was no reason for it to appear on the Fertile Plains.
It should be known that in the past eight hundred years, the Clan had gradually annexed more than half of the Dawn Realm from the marginal areas, and established a continuous line of defense on the sea side to prevent sneak attacks from the Sky-Sea World. It was understandable that the Evil Beasts, already located in the interior of the continent, were now gathering in groups, but the appearance of the "Nest" made the nature of things completely different.
Either some idiot was negligent and missed the movements of the Sky-Sea World, or there was a serious change in the rear!
The subordinates were probably also thinking about this, so they dared not easily answer.
Thinking of the sudden loss of contact with the King before, Nasopelle felt extremely anxious and uneasy.
"Lord Mask," a High-Ranking Ascendant suddenly walked quickly into the observation room, "the Tower of Genesis has sent a message, the King is summoning you!"
"What?" Nasopelle turned around abruptly, "Are you sure that's the King?"
The other party was stunned, "Judging from the fluctuations in the World of Consciousness, it is indeed the Overlord Throne... Lord, is there any problem?"
"No, I'll go over now." Nasopelle restrained its emotions and said coldly. It and the Calamity of Silence agreed that it was not appropriate to reveal the loss of contact with the Black Stone Domain, so as not to affect morale. It was normal for subordinates to react this way.
In the end, it was the "Nest" that disrupted its pace.
Ascending to the top of the tower, Mask concentrated its mind and responded to the strong fluctuation.
It did come from the Overlord Throne... However, there were some subtle differences from before. Unfortunately, with its level, it could not distinguish where exactly this difference came from.
"Thank you for your summoning, my respected King! What exactly happened before?" Nasopelle habitually complained as soon as it spoke, "In the days without your guidance, I was really terrified and uneasy, and the Lord of the Celestial Dome is currently missing. Fortunately, the Symbiotes have performed extremely well, so the Western Front War—"
"Enough," the King interrupted it directly, "I know you have a lot to say, but none of that is important. The Black Stone Domain has been lost."
Nasopelle immediately forgot all the words of praise that followed. It paused for a long time before repeating in disbelief, "The Black Stone Domain... lost?"
"Although it has not been completely occupied by the Sky-Sea World, that is only a matter of time—our enemy has become completely different from the past, which has caused the already fragile defense line to completely collapse, and the Heart of Abomination was killed in battle." The King's tone was without any fluctuation, as if discussing something completely unrelated to the Clan's fate, "I have issued an order to abandon the Black Stone Domain and retreat to the Dawn Realm completely."
"Please think twice, my King!" Nasopelle became anxious. That was a migration of hundreds of millions, even if it did not include the Non-Magic Bodies, there would be at least tens of millions. How many people could arrive alive in the Dawn Realm without the supply of Life Floaters? I'm afraid not even ten percent! Moreover, the Dawn Realm is now under attack from the Sky-Sea World. They must go deep into the interior of the continent to have a chance to gain a foothold, but where are there so many strongholds on the Fertile Plains for the Clan to supply? If they really had this ability, they would not have tried to occupy Taqila!
"Sacrifice is inevitable, but this is the best solution at present." The King said bluntly, "Life Floaters are not a problem. Once the decision to evacuate is made, the past Towers of Genesis can be reborn through transfer—this technology has been verified on the Continental Spine, and the Starfall City, Anletta, Taqila, Hermes... and even the Godstone veins in human territory, can be used as new incubation points."
"But transporting so many Towers of Genesis at the same time, even if the entire clan is used—" Nasopelle suddenly stopped, "Could it be that you—"
"That's right, I have merged with the Magic Core, making the Royal City the new God of Creation."
Mask could not help but shiver—merging with an inanimate object meant that the King would be permanently fixed on the Tower of Genesis, becoming the same thing as the "Mother of the Clan"... This cold logic was merciless even to itself, making it feel fear from the bottom of its heart.
The previous loss of contact was probably caused by the King's transformation.
However, as the King said, all logistical problems could be solved in this way—with the power of the God of Creation, it could completely accommodate several Towers of Genesis, and could also spread Life Floaters along the way instead of strongholds, minimizing migration losses.
Then the last trouble was only humans.
This thought had just emerged when it was affirmed by the King.
"Our clan no longer has time to waste with humans. We must obtain the Inheritance Fragment as soon as possible to have a chance to contend with the current Sky-Sea World."
And with the premise of sparing no cost, there was only one way to destroy humans in a very short time.
"I order you, the Western Front Operation will switch to the Second Plan from the moment the first batch of migrants arrives in the Fertile Plains." The King ordered.
Nasopelle could not help but feel excited.
In fact, the Second Plan was created by it, but it did not expect that there would really be a moment to realize it.
That must be a world-shattering destruction!
"As you wish, my respected King!"