137: Target—Sherlock!

As the command system collapsed,

The titan mecha troops on the front line, who had barely managed to maintain their formation, lost unified command and immediately fell into a chaotic state of fighting individually.

Some mechas fired blindly, accidentally injuring allies;

Some turned to flee, but blocked their own retreat routes;

Some were isolated and helpless, surrounded by several giant beasts, and torn to shreds.

The wails of soldiers, the explosions of engines, the snapping of metal, and the victorious roars of giant beasts mingled together, composing a cruel symphony of defeat. Blood stained the beach, and smoke obscured the sky.

High in the sky, on the back of the Star Sea Merchant Guild's giant bird,

The adjutant looked down at the one-sided slaughter below, shrugging easily, and gave Lan Xin an “I told you so” look.

"Boss, look, it's just as I expected. It's nothing more than the futile struggle of a low-level civilization before its demise."

He pouted, "

When I saw those mechas just now, I overestimated them, thinking they might be C-level. Now it seems they barely even reach D-level."

He turned to the recording officer beside him and ordered:

"Record: Blue Star Natives' Resistance Will Assessment, D-level. No cooperation value."

Lan Xin gazed at the defense line, which had ten thousand mechas and ten million soldiers, yet was so vulnerable in front of the Shadow Scale Clan's mere fifty thousand vanguard troops. She couldn't help but frown again, and the hint of doubt in her heart wavered.

"Could it be... I was overthinking? Is the civilization of this plane really so weak?"

...European Alliance, Central Strategic Command Hall

"Where's Lucas?! Where is that bastard?!"

Bennett suddenly sprang from his seat, grabbing the collar of the lieutenant general next to him, roaring ferociously, spittle almost spraying onto the other's face,

"Didn't he swear earlier that his defense line was an impregnable fortress?! Didn't he say not even a fly could get past?! Our army, armed with the full might of Europe, only lasted less than an hour?!"

"Mr... Mr. Bennett!"

The lieutenant general explained with a distressed face, struggling,

"Commander-in-Chief Lucas... he... he has already been beheaded by an Awakening Level expert of the Shadow Scale Clan! Our conventional combat power is not weak, but... but we can't withstand their high-end combat power!"

The lieutenant general looked at Bennett's almost collapsing expression and cautiously suggested:

"Sir, the front line has completely collapsed, and the morale of the soldiers is broken. By ourselves... it's impossible to stop the Shadow Scale Clan. Should we... should we immediately ask Divine Summer for help?"

Bennett stared intently at the army icons on the large screen, scattering like an avalanche. The strength in his body seemed to drain away instantly, and he slumped weakly onto the cold seat.

He trembling stretched out his hand and slowly dialed the emergency communication number.

Globally, in every corner,

The tragic scenes from the European battlefield, broadcast through the uninterrupted live signal, shocked viewers in front of every screen worldwide.

"God! With such a huge lineup from the European Allied Army, I thought they could last at least two days! But... they couldn't even hold for an hour?!"

"It's not that the European Allied Army are weak; it's that the Shadow Scale Clan is too strong! They don't have the combat power to contend with Awakening Level, so the defense line collapsed with one rush!"

"Oh no! It's terrifying! Our Australian forces are even weaker! Is there any safe place left on Blue Star?!"

"Yes! Divine Summer! Only Divine Summer! His Highness Kraken is invincible! He can defeat the World-Ending Great Serpent, so he can definitely stop these monsters! Only places protected by Divine Summer are safe!"

"Ahhh! Divine Summer! We in Europe are willing to unconditionally merge into Divine Summer! Please send troops to save us!"

"It's too late... It's over... We've also found Shadow Scale Clan legions on the African border!"

"F*ck! Shadow Scale Clan fleets are also gathering off the coast of Australia! Divine Summer! We in Australia also apply to merge! Save us!"

"South America... South America also has enemy sightings!"

"Regret! I regret it so much! If I had known the Shadow Scale Clan was so terrifying, we should have merged into Divine Summer earlier, like America!"

"Hey, thank God... no, thank Divine Summer! Our America Special Administrative Region is now guarded by Dragon Blood Warriors and menshen mecha, it's very safe! I've never been so glad as today that we made the wise choice early!"

On the European battlefield,

The rout of the European Allied Army demonstrated the meaning of "a defeated army collapses like a mountain."

Soldiers abandoned their weapons, mecha pilots climbed out of their cockpits and fled frantically, people pushed and trampled each other, only wanting to run faster than their companions.

Those who were slightly slower were either trampled into flesh by the giant beasts catching up from behind, or easily cut down by the bone blades of the Shadow Scale Clan warriors.

However, in this utter despair, Bennett's voice, through the broadcast system, forcibly penetrated the battlefield's clamor and resounded in the ears of every fleeing soldier:

"Warriors of Europe! Listen to me! Divine Summer has officially accepted our application for merger! From this moment on, Europe becomes Divine Summer's second Special Administrative Region! Divine Summer's main legions are rushing at full speed to support us!"

"Don't give up! Don't despair! Re-group! Establish a defense line! As long as we hold on! Divine Summer's army will arrive immediately! His Highness Kraken, the Kraken, will descend and devour all these invaders!!"

These words were like a powerful shot of adrenaline, injected into a dying heart!

Divine Summer! Kraken!

These five characters seemed to carry magic, instantly dispelling the dark cloud of fear that enveloped the soldiers' hearts.

The figure who single-handedly blocked the World-Ending Yamata no Orochi and ultimately created a miracle, appeared in their minds.

Hope was rekindled!

The fleeing footsteps gradually stopped, and the panicked eyes became resolute.

Low-ranking officers spontaneously began to shout, rallying the scattered troops.

The surviving titan mechas adjusted their direction and re-mounted their weapons.

A hasty but tenacious defense line miraculously coalesced against the tide of retreat, stubbornly stemming the fierce pursuit of the Shadow Scale Clan's First Legion!

The battle entered an unexpected stalemate!

...Above the European battlefield, on the back of a Demon Whale,

An Awakening Level Legion Commander descended, landing before Scale Lord Golosh, kneeling on one knee,

Respectfully reporting:

"Scale Lord! Those human remnants have re-formed a defense line! Although their mechas are weak, their numbers are too great, like an ant colony. The First Legion will need some more time to completely annihilate them!"

Golosh slowly raised his eyelids, looking at the distant battle line that had once again fallen into a deadlock, and let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

"Heh... merely a name can make scattered ants regain their courage..."

"'Divine Summer,' 'Kraken'...

He muttered these two words, a dangerous cold glint flashing in his eerie green pupils,

"It seems they are the spiritual pillars of the humans in this plane."

He suddenly stood up, his tall figure exuding an undeniable oppressive aura.

"Transmit my order!"

Golosh's voice cut through the sea wind, resounding across the Demon Whale's back,