You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

Compared to [Abyss], Selian's control over [Winter] is clearly not on the same level. She may be slightly stronger than a normal superhuman who has just entered the third tier, but not by much, and is obviously much less proficient.

The edges of the ice crystals were not sharp enough, and they almost broke apart for a moment when stretched. After splitting, the three small ice balls were not of uniform size, just like writing with the left hand.

However, there was something else that surprised Celian: the magic concentration within the magic circuits of either [Winter] or [Abyss] alone was not what someone who had just broken through to the third tier should have, let alone when the two were fused and catalyzed.

The Abyss aspect can be explained, but the sheer power of Winter's magic clearly indicates that the Ice Lotus has exerted its influence.

Serian's mind drifted back to Elvia, recalling the scene from last night, and a faint smile crept onto her lips.

Soon, the tests on magic power alone were completed, and Serian suddenly felt a little itchy to try them out.

She has been a superhuman for quite some time now, but so far, she has not actually made a single move.

High total magic power, zero combat experience...

Isn't this a classic example of someone with high scores but low ability, someone who would be brutally beaten by the protagonist in a novel?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong and that the situation needed to be changed.

"In that case, let's go practice with Lorraine."

Having made up her mind, Celian stood up and walked out of the room.

The 9,500-word chapter has burned out.

The plot is picking up speed; a massacre is imminent.

Chapter 190 Conquering the New World (6K)

The Daikan Navy on the east coast secured control of the sea.

After receiving intelligence from Feng Tianyin that "the enemy will organize a rescue operation," they did not continue the blockade, and even deliberately left some loopholes.

Let you all slip into my pocket.

On the other hand, the General Staff finally moved naval operations into the next phase: landing.

Military orders are absolute.

With the order issued, the entire Daqian Fleet anchored along the east coast sprang into action, organizing a landing in earnest. The first phase involved a large number of transport ships, countless steel giants, converging on the shore, bringing with them a large contingent of marines.

The second phase involved naval bombardment, which cleared out all the fortifications along the coast.

Feng Tianyin watched the situation unfold from beginning to end.

The allied forces and their families in this sea area have been dealt with and are now completely under the control of the empire. The overall situation is settled.

Indeed.

There were indeed some scattered pollutions, after all, intense collective human emotional fluctuations would definitely reflect pollution, but this time, Gedentana and she maintained their mental projections and looked over together.

Excluding Zhuang Qing, who remained in the Xia Yi subspace, the psionic energy of the two ascended individuals swept across the area.

A long, resonant hum echoed.

The psionicists in the East Coast colonies shuddered, a chill running down their spines. Missionaries as astute as Martin, in particular, immediately recognized it as a harbinger of some kind of attack.

"Be careful, alert General Lister, the enemy is about to make a big move."

He was not afraid of death, but only of the fact that the new doctrine was not yet complete.

If possible, I still hope this land can remain peaceful... but unfortunately, that has become a pipe dream, as the psionicists of the Great Qian Dynasty have already set their sights on it.

"Is it the High Priests and the others?"

Even if you've never met them, you can tell from the overwhelming aura of a psychic that they are a rare breed.

Martin couldn't help but look up at the sky. In the subspace above the material universe, there existed a sun with eyes, scanning the towns on the east coast with boundless spiritual power, which could not be hidden from her at all.

No.

When one reaches that level, one should call Him.

The fact that Terra's most powerful psionicist has taken notice of this battlefield is not a good sign.

Compared to the more inland colonial towns, the real hell at this moment was the coastline. The fortresses and trenches that lined the beaches had all become slaughterhouses, washed by the roar of naval guns, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and tens of thousands of tons of soil being repeatedly blasted away and falling back down.

The entire beach looked like it was being turned over.

However, the farm tools were actually massive caliber naval cannons, which blasted both the ground and the fortresses into pieces. Not only that, some of the shells even exploded in mid-air, scattering fragments everywhere and leaving no survivors.

Allied soldiers, made of flesh and blood, all became victims.

They were willing but unable to do anything, and could only watch helplessly as the enemy's naval guns continued to bombard them. The trenches were useless and had all turned into deep pits.

The pit was filled with mud, the water smelled foul, and it was covered in blood.

"Where are they? Is anyone still alive?"

I couldn't hear anything back amidst the tinnitus, and my voice was hoarse; everything was just a blur.

In the hazy vision, shadows rose on the horizon, except that the colors of their uniforms were those of the Great Qian Dynasty. They called their hovercraft "hoverboards" and quickly rushed onto the beach, occupying the broken trenches one by one, capturing prisoners and killing others, clearing the area cleanly and efficiently.

Bang, bang!

The gunfire that gradually came into view was also a signal of the enemy's attack.

The survivors were quickly captured, and this was just one example of the many battles that were collapsing across the entire front.

"It's all sorted out; no pollution was left behind."

Good news came from Gergentana's mental projection in the warp.

Feng Tianyin immediately replied, "The landing operation was a success. We no longer need to get involved here. It's time to prepare for the decisive battle in the interior. Only the ownership of the colony's capital can determine the hegemony of the new continent."

"Where are the enemy's psionicists? These guys are quite active, well-trained."

"Our people will handle it."

Psionicists were once ostracized and regarded as outcasts in the Western Continent, but this changed after the Great Qian Dynasty showed its appreciation for them and the results of their training.

Countries have realized that if they make good use of them, they can become valuable combat forces, researchers, and even trump cards, which are of paramount importance.

However, the training system of the Great Qian Empire is more systematic and powerful.

The difference is like heaven and earth.

Once the two promoted men determined the course of the battle, they stopped paying attention and handed it over to their subordinates.

The General Staff strictly implemented a complete and meticulous amphibious warfare plan, and quickly gained a foothold at an unexpected speed, so much so that it was too late for the subsequent fleet from the western continent to come to its aid.

They secretly landed at a secret harbor but received no response.

"Send a telegram, what are you waiting for?"

"Sir, most of the towns on the east coast of the colony have fallen, making it impossible to organize an orderly evacuation. Our army is trapped."

"Damn it, we can't just give up like this. Let them proceed according to the original plan, and we'll meet up on the way."

We can't just make a wasted trip.

Even if we can't take away a complete army, we must at least bring back the important figures.

There are a lot of overseas officials here. They came here because they were interested in the lucrative positions. There are countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Who could have predicted that now there is constant warfare, no place is safe, and everything is in imminent danger?

The officer in charge of the rescue was already under pressure from all sides.

Choosing him was the result of wrangling among various parties, involving countless conflicts of interest, calculations, and conspiracies.

We must produce results.

Otherwise, if they go back empty-handed, those powerful and wealthy people will tear them to pieces.

Little did they know that the telegram had already been intercepted. The Daqian Foreign Affairs Intelligence Department, which had been monitoring electromagnetic signals, was well aware of this. Why stop them? They could have played the long game, waiting for them to accumulate a certain number of people before encircling and annihilating them in one fell swoop.

It doesn't really matter if they escape.

It would be a great thing to let those good-for-nothings go back.

Since neither side was at a disadvantage, the navy paid attention to the development of the event but did not invest too many resources. The real location for the strategic decisive battle was the capital of the Western Continent colony.

Governor's City.

Located at the crossroads of the coastal colonies, it was an undisputed transportation hub, connecting the surrounding railways, and was therefore designated as the location of the governor's residence, the heart of the regime.

Commander-in-Chief General List was stationed here, mobilizing a total of more than 50 troops.

He certainly received news of the loss of control of the sea.

"Gentlemen, don't expect the navy to help us anymore. At this point, we can only rely on land defense. We are going to have to fight a long war."

"Don't worry, as long as we hold out long enough, the next fleet will arrive."

Upon hearing this, the officers had no choice but to nod.

Everyone knows that the fleet that the Western Continent has is certainly enough for a decisive battle, but they have to be wary of each other, and even if they commit all their forces at once, they may not be able to regain control of the sea, because the Great Qian is also increasing its troops.

Now there is only one chance of victory: to fight a brilliant defensive battle in Governor's City.

Central New World, the main base of the Daqian Army.

During his temporary rest, Xu Xiuwen received information from the General Staff: preparations were underway to storm the Governor's City.

The battle signal has arrived!

With his keen insight, the general immediately understood the considerations: the army and marines would attack the enemy from two directions. Of course, it was conceivable that the enemy would also set up heavy defenses.

The war has now entered its third year.

Several years ago, the intelligence department knew that a bastion was being built in the city.

Equipped with railways, artillery, and ample grain silos, it had independent and several backup water and electricity systems, sufficient to support long-term operations.

The process of fortifying an entire city has never stopped since the start of the war, and it continues unabated.

A tough nut to crack.

The General Staff gave this assessment. Of course, they weren't just sitting in the back talking big; they also gave Xu Xiuwen plenty of powerful weapons: railway artillery.

The enormous steel monster transported parts all the way from the west by rail.

It places extreme emphasis on attack capabilities and is designed for fortresses.

In reality, land-based cannons are often inferior to naval guns. This is a simple matter of size; naval guns, though seemingly small, are actually related to the transmission design of a ship. A change in one part affects the whole system, which can reduce the enormous recoil and maximize the firepower.

Cannons on land are different.