Inside a hastily built underground shelter at the Changbai Mountain Defense Line.
A holographic Sand Table projected a map of Blue Star's continents.
The blue patches that had once marked safe areas had been swallowed by vast swaths of glaring crimson.
The Western Europe Plate had turned entirely Dark Gold, while a thick halo of pure white covered the North American War Zone.
As for Bear Country to the north, it had long since become a white expanse of Extreme Ice Domain.
"President, I recovered the remaining data from Tianshu City's machinery depot." Season Star, sporting a fresh silver-white finish, tapped at a virtual keyboard. "Those bastards from Myriad Gods Country locked down even the local physical constants. We can't open a Teleportation Gate to launch a counterattack."
Night Cherry Tangle sat in a corner, happily cradling the pitch-black Chaos Chalice.
"We were lucky to get out alive." Night Cherry Tangle wiped blood from his face, still shaken. "Those winged freaks were even worse. They started chanting the moment they saw me and nearly sent me straight to the afterlife. If the boss hadn't arrived so quickly, there wouldn't be a blade of grass left in the North American War Zone."
Qin Chuan pulled out a folding chair and sat down. From his spatial ring, he took two pure-white wings still dripping Dark Gold Divine Blood and slammed them onto the metal table with a bang.
Spread out, the wings measured more than three meters across. They radiated a chilling Higher-Dimensional Holy Law, and the temperature in the meeting room shot up.
Dies Martin jumped out of his chair.
"What the hell is that?" The Lord of Lies leaned closer. Sensing the unmistakable aura of Heaven, he swore. "You actually tore the wings off that mangy bird? That's the War