725 Miracle (1/2)

No one knew the outcome of the battle.

It was not until 21 later that the invisible wall that shrouded the northern seas completely disintegrated.

The musicians who had come from every nation beheld an apocalyptic scene.

The sky was broken. Even though it was daytime, the crack in the atmosphere revealed the darkness of the universe. The stars were faint. Brutal rays shot through the dry air, shining upon the cracked seabed.

The seabed was barren, having already deteriorated into grey-black sand. Above the sand, an undying crimson flame burned day and night, with no end in sight.

The sea water roared, wanting to heal the terrible scar, but it was blocked by the invisible forces that remained there.

The cracks in the Physical World and the realm of aether could not be repaired naturally, and a large amount of strange gas that leaked out of the realm of aether lingered above the sea, forming a strange yet splendid rainbow.

Most of the musicians who entered it never came out.

Afterward, the King of Black still remained in the world of dark, and the Son of God had never left the Commonwealth of Caucasian, as if nothing had happened.

Two hours later, the lighthouse's analysis report was sent to the Golden Palace and placed on the desk of the old musician.

The old musician stared silently at the results of the analysis of hundreds of musicians combined with the lighthouse's observations without expression.

Many people expected that the King of Black had been lightly injured and that Charles had been gravely wounded. But the lighthouse's analysis indicated that the King of Black had not been hurt at all, although he had not killed Charles. As far as the old musician was concerned, the most important thing was the aetheric linear diagram of the course of the battle.

From the very start, it had risen to the scale of a catastrophe. The violent fluctuations created a terrible power strong enough to destroy dozens of cities. By the end, hundreds of elements had collided, been destroyed and dissipated.

The collision of Eden and the Holy Cauldron had been even more disastrous. Fortunately, the opponents had stopped before the consequences got out of hand, otherwise, there would have been a repeat of the battle at the Sacred City.

After the collapse of the Abyss, the reason for the quiet moon's existence had disappeared, and by this point, it may have been completely hidden in the Originator. No matter how out of control the battle between the Holy Cauldron and Eden got, it would not come out to obstruct it anymore.

The King of Black and Charles were themselves the representatives of the Holy Cauldron and Eden. As they fought, the two systems collided behind them. If the two of them entered a full-scale war, the aftermath of that conflict would probably spread throughout the entire world.

Now the King of Yellow had disappeared without a trace. The last battle at the Ultimate had probably been the last time he would get involved. It was unrealistic to expect that he would once again appear to tidy things up.

Thus, without this safety valve, the survival of the human world rested in the hands of these two opponents. It could only be said that fortunately, in the end, both sides had stayed their hands. Otherwise, before winners and losers could be decided, winning and losing would already have been rendered meaningless.

After a while, the old musician lowered his head wearily and sighed.

The Commonwealth of Caucasus's Son of God had already risen to this level…

No, it would be better to say that according to the observed speed of his improvement, he should be even more ridiculous than he was now. There must be something dragging him down so that he could not fully exert his power…

All along, other than its unparalleled national strength, the greatest potential of Asgard was the support of the Three Kings. But now their opponent, even while unconscious, could resist the King of Black.

And, he could do so to an extent where it was not possible to determine a winner or a loser.

In the silence his expression remained impassive, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Then there was a knock on the door. A soldier of the Scarlet Bird Clan stood at the entrance, his face ashen. He held a military report from the frontlines.

”Your Excellency, news from the frontlines...”

”Mm, I understand.” The old musician did not let him finish, just pointing to the table. ”Put it here.”

The soldier left, and the silence returned.

The old musician glanced at the report. He didn't even have the strength to open it.

Did he still have to read…

Total defeat! Utter, crushing defeat!

Not only did all their naval lines collapse, but the supposedly unbeatable Asgardian navy was completely crippled, and the sea fortress had even been captured by the enemy. Klein, who had been commanding the frontline, was even said to have committed suicide after surrendering.

If it had not been for the fact that a small part of the fleet had not gone out with the main force, the invincible fleet would have had to be completely disbanded!

Not only that, at the same time the Frost Giant Corps of the sea fortress had been defeated by the vengeful Knights of the Round Table. Under the power of a senseless weapon like the Firebird armor, they had taken more than 50 percent casualties, and now they could only barely maintain their defense and wait for reinforcements.

Asgard had spent a huge amount of money and manpower on this war. He had imagined breaking the Anglos' majestic military power within ten days, but now all that was in the gutter.

Although Asgard's production capacity could replace the warships lost by the navy in less than a year, it would be difficult to find something that could match up to a weapon like the sea fortress.

Within three years, Asgard would lose their advantage in the ocean.

You could not say this was not serious.

But the most important thing was to recover their morale after such a setback and win a huge victory!

At any cost!

It was not like the Anglos could conquer the whole world in a single war. Asgard could afford to lose.

For a foreign war like this, Asgard could mobilize more than four more times!

Since the naval battle was already lost, they would defeat their army!

The old musician had already started considering how to get one of the nine divisions of armored knights who guarded the borders to reinforce the Frost Giant Corps, or how to send out the domestic forces of the Western Military Region.