I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Before the Seventh Trench defense line.

Milord lowered his head and gazed at the dark abyss before him, a faint blue light bursting from his eyes, and then his eyes gradually reflected the dense, deep-sea monsters within the lightless trench, all hanging on the steep rock walls like bats, preparing for the upcoming war.

These bipedal, two-clawed monsters looked almost humanoid, but their hideous and terrifying deformed faces seemed pieced together, almost blaspheming life itself, and the stone scales on their bodies made Milord feel a little disgusted.

But if these monsters' harm was only in their repulsive faces, that would be good enough; the strongest individuals among these monsters were nothing in Milord's eyes, the problem lay in their astonishing numbers.

Even Milord, with his marine vision, could only see the tip of the iceberg of these monsters, knowing that in this situation, his perception range far exceeded the vision used by normal Atlanteans, and his perception of the ocean depended only on the strength of his mind.

He had just casually glanced and seen five-digit numbers of monsters, but these were only the daredevils they had deployed at the very front, and the true main force of these monsters was lurking in deeper and safer positions.

The enemies he truly needed to worry about and fear were also hiding in the darkness.

In the past few hundred years, the sea ​​tribe had evolved much more than before, and the most terrifying thing about these monsters was that they could become stronger in constant killing, and although the Atlanteans still followed the ancient teachings, the speed of these monsters' changes was far beyond the past for some reason, which was also why the defense line had been collapsing continuously in recent centuries.

Although the strongest sea tribe they had seen now was only Tier IV, their numbers were not comparable to the first few hundred years; when they first established the defense line, there was only one Tier IV sea tribe leader, but now every time they attacked, seven or eight Tier IV sea ​​tribes would appear.

And what worried Milord the most was that these Tier IV sea ​​tribes had appeared quite orderly in the last two hundred years, which meant that there must be a leader in the deep sea that he had never set foot in who could command them, and this new sea tribe must have reached Tier V.

And if the sea tribe found a way to advance to Tier V, then they would definitely face more than one Tier V, knowing that now that there were no Tier V monsters participating in the battle, the Atlantis, led by three Tier V leaders, was already struggling to cope.

These bloodthirsty and carnivorous monsters were not that strong in themselves, but there were just too many of them; even if all the Atlanteans went into battle without eating or drinking, and assuming they would not die, they would have to kill for months to get rid of these bloodthirsty monsters.

The Atlanteans once mastered a way to suppress their growth, and they almost wiped out these monsters several times because of this; in fact, their ancestors did succeed in exterminating the sea tribe, but unfortunately, that was just one of the countless mistakes they made.

When they killed the last of the sea tribe, they learned how to be born out of thin air from rocks and meat scraps.

Since then, they had to face countless of these monsters.

And this incident made the wise kings swear not to easily make decisions that might change these monsters.

But even though Milord had always adhered to this rule, the sea tribe had not stopped becoming stronger because of this, but had gradually turned into a behemoth that could devour Atlantis at any time.

He had even recently dreamed of the scene of Atlantis being slaughtered by these monsters, which forced Milord to face the fear and worry in his heart, which was why they finally thought of letting the land participate in the war together.

Before it was too late.

"Wise King," an Atlantean officer in light armor walked up behind him, "We are ready to join the battle at any time."

Milord looked at this young Atlantean youth with a firm expression and noticed that this was a new face he had never seen before.

"Where is your former superior?" He already knew the answer when he asked.

But he still needed to hear it in person.

But the young man's answer still exceeded his expectations:

"My brother died two months ago, but he did not become their nourishment."

The young man's words were slightly sad, but more of what was revealed was pride in his brother.

Milord nodded slightly, then asked with a heavy heart:

"Are all the spells ready?"

"Ready," he replied firmly.

What they used to resist these sea tribes was a powerful magic circle, and what these monsters faced was the wrath of the ocean, but maintaining the magic circle still required the guidance of Atlantean priests, and sometimes those monsters would break through the waves and come to them.

At that time, the priests would need the protection of these soldiers, and even a few monsters that were missed were a considerable threat, so these soldiers would definitely suffer casualties in the battle, but they and the long battle with the sea tribe had summarized several not-very-accurate experiences.

They must not let these sea tribes see them, they must not let these sea tribes get their corpses, and they must not let these sea tribes escape after the battle.

So these soldiers had to prepare several spells before participating in the battle, such as absolute darkness, marine vision, and merging into the water; the first two could ensure that they would fight the monsters in complete darkness, and the last one could make their corpses immediately turn into seawater and flow away after they died.

Logically speaking, after ensuring these conditions, their battle would not bring any benefits to the sea tribes; they had perfectly executed these conditions for thousands of years, and in the first few hundred years, the sea tribes did indeed make almost no progress.

But for some reason, they now seemed to have found a new way to become stronger.

And he didn't know what it was.

"It's good that you're ready, but you can relax a bit this time," Milord nodded and said, "This time I brought a divine artifact."

The officer looked happy, but was still a little puzzled:

"Isn't it not time yet?"

Milord nodded:

"It's not time yet."

The officer, who was still a little happy, keenly noticed the low tone in his voice, and his soaring emotions instantly cooled down.

The wise king comforted:

"Don't worry, we will definitely find a permanent solution."

He could also understand the officer's worries; usually, their three wise kings would take turns guarding the front line and be responsible for about one-tenth of the entire front line each time the sea tribes attacked, but this could only barely resist the sea tribes' attacks.

Even with them sitting in charge, the number of sea tribes would exceed a certain critical value, and although they could still guarantee their safety in front of these monsters, the entire defense line would slowly and completely fall under the pressure, and in the end, only a few of them in the entire Atlantis might survive.

So at a certain moment, they would borrow the power of the divine artifact to clean up the accumulated sea tribes; until now, their pressure in this regard was still relatively light, and the speed at which the outer city produced soldiers could keep up with the consumption.

But Milord did not intend to wait until the limit before starting to find a solution; if they did that, they would not be worthy of the title of wise king.

"Let's begin," he said, "They're coming."

The sea tribes began to stir.

Milord took out a spherical crystal from his arms; if anyone observed carefully, they would be able to see liquid flowing inside the sphere, but due to the large difference in scale, no one could realize what the liquid inside meant.

Only the blue lights that could be "seen" with the mind lit up on his sides, and then countless blue magic lights lit up along the entire front line one after another, extending to the distant end that even he could not see.

And the sphere in Milord's hand also lit up with a faint blue light.

He projected his mind into it.

Milord saw the deep trench leading straight to the bottom of the earth, as well as the blue curtain covering them directly above, and the countless dense black dots that were blocked by it; now he could finally see them all.

He began to gently rotate the blue crystal ball in his hand.

Countless black dots swam towards the blue curtain without fear of death, but their courage had no practical meaning in the face of the power like a god; the seawater began to stir up whirlpools with his shaking, and the soft and gentle liquid turned into blades that could crush metal.

A little red and turbidity appeared in the crystal ball.

Countless hideous and terrifying sea tribes turned into blood and gravel in the slight shaking of his arm.

In just half a minute, nearly a million dangerous monsters died.

This was an almost miraculous record, but Milord and the other warriors still looked solemn, because they had repeated similar things countless times, so they knew that this could not slow down the monsters' footsteps at all.

They would still grow out of the stones.

Endlessly.

"Alright," he said, somewhat tiredly putting the already-dim crystal ball in his arms, "Even if they want to reoccupy this sea area, it will take a long time, and besides, they have to re-cultivate so many new offspring who can fight.

"We are temporarily safe."

The officer hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't help but ask:

"We will win, right?"

Milord stared at this young man from the outer city for several seconds, then nodded sincerely:

"Yes, I guarantee you."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and stepped into the vortex teleportation door behind him.

Milord knew that he couldn't look at the young warrior, he was afraid that the other party would see that he was lying, although Milord knew very well that this would make him seem like an unqualified wise king, but he still couldn't help it.

He was really not good at being a leader, in fact, he didn't intend to be a wise king in the first place.

His brother should have been in this position, but he died in a sea tribe siege when he was young, and in the end, he, who was completely unworthy of this responsibility, had to shoulder this responsibility.

"You're finally back."

The moment Milord walked out of the teleportation door, he saw two people who shouldn't be here—Wise King Keiranou and Wise King Vatia.

"How is the situation?" Vatia asked with concern.

"Very smooth," Milord said, "This time I killed probably eight or nine hundred thousand sea tribes, I don't know if the land people have eight or nine hundred thousand Tier II ability users."

Keiranou said with a smile:

"If they fight us in the deep sea, then it doesn't matter if there are eight or nine hundred thousand Tier V ability users."

Milord straightened his expression:

"So what are you waiting for me here for?"

Keiranou and Vatia looked at each other, and then the latter said hesitantly:

"We have a guest from the land."

Milord's eyes narrowed:

"You met him without me?"

According to the law, important decisions must be decided by the three wise kings together, although the rules are not so important in the current tense period, he still had to show anger when he encountered his companions breaking the rules.

Yes, in fact, Milord wasn't really angry, to be honest, he was just tired, but he still had to appropriately show dissatisfaction that his power had been usurped, otherwise these two compatriots of his might become more and more presumptuous.

Milord always felt that they had some ideas about him.

But he was really not the material to be a leader and king, and he didn't know how to use political means to maintain his dignity, so he could only use this stupidest method to make them realize that he was not so easy to bully.

Keiranou quickly explained:

"He came uninvited."

Seeing that Milord still seemed a little unhappy, Vatia also quickly added:

"You'll know when you see him."

Keiranou added:

"To be precise, it's them."

Milord glanced at them with a gloomy expression, and Keiranou and Vatia immediately lowered their heads to avoid eye contact with him, which easily resolved his originally fierce eyes.

He really wasn't suitable to be a wise king, he had neither wisdom nor could he be called a king.

"Lead the way," Milord snorted coldly.

Keiranou and Vatia immediately turned around and started to lead the way, and didn't mention meeting the guest privately again, it seemed that they wanted him to swallow this anger, but Milord had no other choice.

Showing anger was all he could do, his brother was good at those things, Keiranou and Vatia and his brother were the three inseparable childhood playmates, and his brother was always the leader among the three of them at that time.

If his brother was alive now, Keiranou and Vatia would definitely respect him very much.

He was a natural king.

Milord followed his companions into the secret reception room for meeting outsiders.

A young man who looked about twenty-seven or eight years old was standing in the living room, and when they came in, the young man looked surprised:

"I finally met the famous three wise kings."

Keiranou and Vatia, with their cold expressions, had a chilling aura just standing there, causing the young man, who was already well-known on land, to instinctively lower his voice.

But what really made him feel oppressed was the man standing in the middle who looked only slightly older than him.

The culprit who went to the land alone to wash the coast with blood, successively fought against three sea god incarnations and killed them one after another, causing the sea god, who was comparable to the sun, to completely fall into decline in recent centuries—Milord the Wrathful Sea.