After the Battle of the Colled Trench, the coalition forces of the Jet Kingdom suffered over 110,000 casualties, while the Foss Kingdom suffered over 520,000 casualties. About 150,000 soldiers fled in all directions and looked north in panic. The remaining 300,000 Foss soldiers were all captured.

Because the world war lasted for decades, and all countries had already gone crazy with killing, the captives of the Kingdom of Fox did not receive any preferential treatment. Instead, they were directly killed by the silver-armored man Allen at the bottom of the sea trench.

In this battle, Alan's invincible figure emerged, and the extraordinary power he displayed shocked all countries.

The Kingdom of Fos, which was once as powerful as a tiger and dominated the world, suffered the biggest defeat since its founding. The troops that marched eastward were all the most elite armies of the kingdom, and now they have all died in this battle.

The price is so high that even the Kingdom of Fox, which rules over two oceans, cannot afford it. There are undercurrents among the country's high-ranking nobles, and the country may fall apart at any time.

For a time, the trend of the Fox Kingdom to unify the world collapsed.

Under such a heavy blow, King Cherla, who was in charge of the rear, once again demonstrated his iron-blooded means to turn the tide. He first listed more than a dozen major crimes to purge the two grand ducal families who had ulterior motives, intimidating other nobles. Then he killed several generals who fled during the battle, and then used high-pressure means to recruit soldiers from various marine races in the two oceans.

But even so, it can only maintain the current situation in the Kingdom of Fox. If it wants to further conquer other countries, it will take many years of recuperation.

However, the turbulent political situation in the East China Sea seems unlikely to give the Kingdom of Fox much breathing space, and a major counterattack by other kingdoms is imminent.

In such an internal and external situation, King Cherla was not as panicked as the outside world speculated, but continued to carry out daily experiments, and even reduced the time spent on handling government affairs.

......

Deep inside King Foss's palace, in a closed research hall.

"I hope this B-32 test will be effective..."

Cherla injected a tube of black-gray medicine directly into her arm, and then silently observed her own condition.

1, 2, 3...18, 19, 20...71, 72, 73, 74...

He counted silently in his mind, waiting for the changes and effects that the potion would bring to him.

When he counted to about eighty-four seconds, Cherla felt a kind of hot feeling in his body. He silently stared at the instrument measuring his body temperature. The heat in his body rose rapidly, reaching about several hundred degrees. Even the scales on his skin began to turn red and emit hot steam. Then it dropped rapidly, directly below zero, and continued to drop until it reached minus 132 degrees.

The process of alternating hot and cold lasted for about ten minutes, and even someone with a strong physique like Cherla fell into a trance.

In the blur, the scene in front of him first turned black, and then quickly became bright.

"Where is this?"

When Cherla opened her eyes again, everything had changed.

He was no longer in the closed research hall, but standing on a huge reef. There was a deep undercurrent nearby, and a dim sky with lightning and thunder in the distance. A wave came, and the extremely fishy smell made Cher frown.

"This is the sea of ​​consciousness..."

At this time, a huge monster head emerged from the depths of the ocean, making a roar like thunder.

Its appearance is similar to that of an octopus, with countless tentacles and huge dark gray pupils. On both sides of the giant beast's head, there are many fish-man heads inlaid. They are either ferocious, or roaring, or compassionate, or angry, or fearful. When their eyes emerge from the sea, they seem to come alive and cast towards Cherla's position.

Cherla looked at these fish-man heads from afar. He was even very familiar with the faces of some of them. They were his fathers, grandfathers, and previous kings of Fos. Now they all seemed to be embedded in the heads of the giant beasts.

"Velustin." Cherla frowned and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do?"

His body was not even as big as a random tentacle of a sea beast, but there was no sense of fear from him.

"What do I want to do?!" The sea beast Virustin let out a hideous laugh and growled, "Chella, I gave you blood so you can strengthen yourself. But why are you, the Kingdom of Fos, breaking the promise you made to me now?!"

"It was my ancestors who promised you this. It has nothing to do with me personally." Cherla's eyes were calm as he whispered, "I never promised to release you."

Velustin stirred up the waves and roared angrily, "Chelra! Don't you know that violating the contract with the gods will result in the most cruel curse and torture?!"

"You? Just a man-made false god." Cherla shrugged off such threats. "If it weren't for our Kingdom of Foss building temples for you, founding a religion, and spreading your faith over the past millennia, you would now be nothing more than a beast lost in the abyss."

"I've never believed in the existence of gods. Even if they do exist, they're merely higher-level, more powerful creatures. Our civilization and wisdom have always been within our own grasp, and we won't allow them to be controlled by any so-called powerful creatures."

“I only believe in myself.”

"Velustin, retreat on your own accord, or once I have unified the world, I will immediately destroy all your temples, destroy your so-called sect, and return you to the beasts of Chaos."

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