Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 87: Imperial Expedition, Four-Way March

The absolute suppression of cultivation made this battle a foregone conclusion.

The Sandstorm Emperor is a true emperor-level powerhouse, while the Serpent Ancestor is only a sub-emperor after all; not to mention the sacred power bestowed by Azir through the sun disc.

These three gaps determined the outcome at this moment.

What appeared at this time was not the real sun disc, but a part of the power that Azir gave to the Sandstorm Emperor. After defeating the Serpent Ancestor, it slowly faded away.

Without the suppression of this force, the surrounding environment slowly recovered.

At this time, after the Emerald Tree Lord in the depths of the Congo rainforest witnessed the entire process of the Snake Scorpion Ancestor being pierced by the Sun Spear, it also understood why the Snake Scorpion Ancestor fled in panic.

But a dark green fire of anger also burned in its eyes.

Azir’s declaration, “Wherever the sun disc shines, all is Shurima’s territory,” is still ringing in my ears.

The Sandstorm Emperor killed the Serpent Scorpion Ancestor in front of it, which was clearly a disregard for its existence and even a warning; at the same time, he wantonly destroyed the rainforest environment, which was also trampling on its dignity as the lord of the rainforest!
"Since we want to fight, let's fight!"

The strength of the Emerald Tree Lord is not comparable to that of the Snake and Scorpion Ancestor, and this is its home ground. The rainforest restrains the desert, and here the Sandstorm Emperor may not be able to gain much advantage from it.

It suddenly stretched out its branches, causing the entire rainforest to tremble. Countless vines broke out of the ground, emitting an emerald halo.

Then, the emerald vines began to actively release rich water vapor, and crystal dewdrops seeped out of the surface, each drop of which contained pure magical energy.

"laugh--"

The sand around the Sandstorm Emperor, once light and sharp, suddenly became heavy and sticky, like clay that had been soaked for days. The sand he controlled seemed to be coated in a transparent film of water and began to fall in pieces.

"You may be invincible in the desert," the voice of the Emerald Tree Lord came from all directions, "but this is my territory."

It manipulated the vines to build a green wall at the edge of the rainforest. Each vine had densely packed demonic eyes open, staring coldly at the army of snakes and lizards and the Sandstorm Emperor outside.

"Emperor of the Desert, come in and try if you dare."

The Sandstorm Emperor looked at the misty rainforest barrier in front of him, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Emerald Tree Lord, do you think that this little bit of water vapor can stop the Shurima Empire?"

"One day, this rainforest you're so proud of," the Sandstorm Emperor suddenly raised his arms, a dazzling golden light erupting from his body, "will become part of the yellow sand like the Red Sea."

This declaration resonated throughout the rainforest, and countless leaves rustled in warning without any wind.

However, Sandstorm Emperor did not continue to attack. Instead, he slowly raised his right arm and made a gesture to withdraw his troops.

The desert army on high alert in the rear immediately stopped advancing and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

"I have completed the mission Your Majesty entrusted to me." The Sandstorm Emperor took a final look at the dead tree where the remains of the Serpent Scorpion Ancestor were nailed. "As for you..."

His figure gradually faded under the scorching sun, transforming into wisps of golden sand that drifted away in the wind. Only his final echo echoed at the edge of the rainforest:
"Enjoy the last rainy season." The Emerald Tree Lord did not pursue the retreating Sand Clan army. Its thousands of vines slowly retracted, and then extended its consciousness to the top of the highest tree canopy.

A face covered with growth rings emerged from the old tree trunk, and the deep eyes penetrated the heavy rain and fog, looking far away to the east.

There, the clouds above the Great Rift Valley of East Africa are spinning strangely, forming a bottomless black vortex.

It knew that beneath that abyss lay the most important force in resisting the Shurima Empire.

However, as the lord of the forest, it is impossible for him to surrender to the desert.
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Declaring war on the four demon tribes at the same time, the people like Sandstorm Emperor are definitely far from enough, so Azir ordered him to stay away from the East African Rift for the time being and wait for the arrival of the true power of the empire.

At this time, in the center of the Shurima Empire, Azir sat high under the sun disk, and the sound of thunder echoed from the strike of his gilded scepter.

With the issuance of each of his decrees, the decrees suspended in the air turned into streams of fire and sank into the depths of the desert.

At sunrise on the seventh day, four armies of demons emerged from the territory of Shurima.

One of them was Karim the Sand Eater, an emperor who once ruled the Arabian Desert.

He wore an ancient, tattered Arabian robe, its dark gold fabric embroidered with desert incantations. Under the shadow of his wide cloak, only a pair of eyes burning with ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp could be seen. His steps were slow and heavy, and with each step, the sand beneath his feet surged like a living thing, transforming into countless tiny sandworms that burrowed beneath the corners of his robe.

Behind him, countless demonic figures appeared and disappeared - twisted sand spirits screamed and reorganized themselves, skeletal warhorses dragged decaying chariots, and even "Soul Eaters" formed from quicksand. They had no fixed form, only the same green flames as Karim flashed in their empty eye sockets.

The second is Shakti, the desert crocodile lord who defeated the Nile crocodile king and went south along the Nile River.

Hundreds of giant desert crocodiles lead the way, and behind them is a field of "living sand", like a living plague, devouring all life wherever it passes, and all the areas it passes through are assimilated into fine sand.

The third was the Lord of the Abyss, a massive, monstrous being. Its body seemed carved from a vast sand dune, its craggy contours crisscrossed with dark red veins like lava. Its hundred-foot-tall body was covered in crystallized rock armor, which reflected a dizzying, eerie light under the scorching sun.

When it moved, the entire earth wailed. Every time its limbs, as thick as mountains, touched the ground, it caused a violent earthquake. The spikes on its back pierced the clouds, scattering black snow dust with a sulfur smell.

The most imposing march was the fourth, shrouded in a blood-red shadow, leaving dark red sand and burning footprints along the way.

One can vaguely see four towering figures standing there. Although their auras are different, they are all very powerful.

And this blood-red shadow was emitted by one of the figures.

The four armies of the empire, sandstorms devoured the oasis, wild crocodiles shook the rivers, earthquakes tore through the mountains, and shadows refined the abyss spirits.

They tore apart the boundary between the yellow sand and the sky, and advanced together towards Central Africa.

The Shurima Empire's actions shook not only the African continent, but the entire world. People had never seen such an intense struggle between demons.

At this moment, a ripple appeared in the heart of the Sirens Lord in the dark abyss of the Indian Ocean. This deep-sea overlord, who had been forced back by Azir in the Battle of the Red Sea, naturally also noticed the other party's actions.

"Azir," the Siren Lord whispered, his voice mixed with hatred and calculation. Should he create some trouble for him?
(End of this chapter)