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Chapter 1452: The Deviating Sky-sea Realm

A minute later, another tank squadron reached the intersection where Convoy 12 and Convoy 9 had fought.

“Amy! Balshan! Are you alright?” The leader, Iffy, called from a distance.

Balshan raised her hand. Amy shouted back with something close to glee: “Why are you here? We just brought down a big one!”

“Wasn’t it obvious from the cannon fire.” Iffy relaxed visibly once she confirmed they were unharmed. She dropped from her tank and walked to the wreckage — the monster that had received a high-explosive shell at point-blank range into its ribs. What remained wasn’t a body so much as a problem. “What is this?”

“Probably a Nest Mother.” Balshan studied the ruins. “Though I’m not entirely certain.”

The discharge had been clean, if that word applied. Internal organs obliterated, head blasted free of the body — assuming the thing had possessed a head in any conventional sense, which remained questionable, given that it had attempted to flee in reverse. The magic power within it dissipated in the aftermath and the body collapsed into meat pulp in seconds. Only the two rows of shattered ribs remained standing, like the hull of a wrecked ship.

“You’re sure it’s a Nest Mother?” Iffy produced her manual and frowned at the illustration. “The bone structure’s similar, but the size is off — smaller than the diagrams. And the tentacles… Where are the compound eyes? According to the manual, the compound eye is enormous. It sits at the center of the body. You can’t miss it.”

Balshan shook her head. “I identified it as a Nest Mother because it was carrying blade beasts. Beyond that, I’m as confused as you are.” She paused. “But setting the Nest Mother aside — look at the blade beast corpses. Every single one of them differs from what the manual describes. Don’t believe me? Look at the dead ones by the Nest Mother’s flank.”

Iffy finally noticed the peculiarities. “Are those… wings?

“Correct.” Balshan turned one of the corpses with her boot. “Light as cicada wings, but far larger. They used them to leap across enormous distances. That’s unprecedented.”

Iffy stared at the wreckage for a long moment, then exhaled. “I begin to understand why the higher-ups want intact Sky-sea Realm specimens. Their rate of evolution is astonishing.”

“That’s a question for the higher-ups.” Balshan climbed back onto her tank and waved Iffy toward hers. “For us — we just have to destroy them.”


The First Army’s report on reclaiming the Taquila Ruins reached Roland’s office quickly.

In this city battle, demonic beasts had ceased to be the primary threat. The Sky-sea Realm’s blade beasts constituted the bulk of the danger, and their first large-scale appearance had proven decisive in shaping how the engagement unfolded.

But the outcome bore no resemblance to the last time a blade beast or two had been enough to fracture a defensive line. The newly commissioned armor units had displayed their worth: locking down enemy positions, winning engagements, and sustaining the advance at minimal cost. The First Army paid a small price for the Fertile Plains foothold. Among the tallies, Convoys 12 and 9 had eliminated a Nest Mother and more than ten blade beasts without a single casualty — a result that reshaped how the army thought about armored warfare entirely. The remainder of the report was largely a request for increased tank production; the army was willing to accept ordinary officers at the controls when witches were unavailable.

They had tasted what heavy armor could do. The appetite wouldn’t diminish.

Roland had not been surprised. The tank’s designation as king of ground combat had been earned across two World Wars, and he had understood its potential long before the first one rolled off the line. That was why he had arranged pilot training in parallel with tractor production. The matured weapon had performed as expected.

What occupied him more now were the monster corpses being shipped back by train.

At noon, Agatha’s call came. A preliminary verdict on the dissection.


The lower levels of the Magic Tower met Roland with a wave of cold air.

Large ice cubes were stacked in orderly rows throughout the basement — a stranger walking in might have mistaken the place for cold storage. Roland knew better. The ice cubes were frozen Sky-sea Realm specimens, transported from the front lines for the Witch Union’s examination.

The dissecting area occupied the center of the room. Agatha removed her gloves and performed the union salute as he entered.

“You seem pleased,” Roland said, tugging his collar higher.

“Because I’m back to my proper work.” She smiled. “To be honest, the cold laboratory suits me far better than representing Taquila at political meetings and conferences.”

The most suitable representative for the ancient witches was Pasha — but moving a carrier’s bulk was rarely practical, which had made Agatha the obvious second choice. Roland had felt some compunction about it, and started to say so.

Agatha waved him off before he managed it. “Your Majesty, the Battle of Divine Will takes precedence. I understand that.”

He nodded and turned to the matter at hand. “What did you find?”

“Here.” Agatha condensed an ice blade at her fingertips and pressed it into a large organ on the dissection surface. “This was recovered from the new Nest Mother. I found clear signs of age inside. I’ve seen nothing like it in any of the blade beasts.”

“Signs of age?” Roland leaned in. A dark blotch of creases marked the tissue where the blade had entered.

“Magic power strengthens the body — that’s been established for witches and demons both, so the Sky-sea Realm would be no exception. The clearest physical marker of that enhancement is extended life span.” Agatha withdrew the blade and straightened. “I reviewed the reports provided by the demons. There’s no clear record of Nest Mother longevity — on the contrary, the records note that blade beasts and similar creatures have short life spans. They die quickly, but the Nest Mothers breed replacements at speed.”

“You’re saying the situation here is reversed?” Nightingale spoke up from beside Roland. “This Nest Mother was old?”

“If I’d seen a single case, I couldn’t be certain. But four corpses arrived from the front lines, and every one of them showed the same indicators. That’s not coincidence.” Agatha gestured toward the remains. “And you’ve encountered a Nest Mother yourself — you know the scale they reach. None of these specimens exceeded ten meters. They have not yet reached their prime.”

“True.”

“The wings for leaping. The increasingly large scythes. Everything about these creatures runs contrary to prior records.” She turned to face Roland directly. “Your Majesty, I do not believe these are the same organisms as their counterparts in the sea.”

“Your conclusion?”

Agatha chose her words carefully, with the weight of someone who has tested them first. “I believe the Nest Mothers are transferring their own magic power to their servants — building stronger troops at cost to themselves. Their evolution is diverging from the ocean. More than diverging.” She held his gaze. “They are sacrificing the future of their species.”

Roland exhaled slowly. “That means we are in trouble.”

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