"Why is this happening?" Tim was furious.
He certainly knew that every country had its trump cards, and joining forces could easily suffocate the rmaid Empire.
But he was even more aware of the strength of the rmaid Empire's hegemony over the Fallen Star Sea.
At least three countries of the sa echelon were required to have a chance to confront them at sea; this was the confidence of the citizens of the rmaid Empire.
The defeat of the rmaid Empire in this United Navy battle was inevitable, but it didn't an the Ocean Mage Legion would collapse like a landslide.
In Tim's original plan, various forces were supposed to gradually erode the faction of the rmaid Empress during their friction with the rmaid Empire.
Once the faction of the rmaid Empress fell from grace, it would be his opportunity to support the rmaid Princess to ascend the throne.
Once the dog crawling under him ascended to the empress's throne, he would rightfully beco the ruler of this nation.
He had even thought it out: over the next thousand years, he would develop into the root of all noble bloodlines in the rmaid Empire.
He would imprison those of noble rfolk lineage, using them as a breeding stock to rapidly expand his forces.
Once his offspring occupied all critical positions of the rmaid Empire, he would find a way to have the rfolk and fishn worship him as a racial god, embarking on the Path of Godhood, reaching for the Divine Realm.
But why? Why has it turned out like this?
"Ense Empire!!"
Tim let out an angry roar.
Lightning crisscrossed the sky like heavenly might, sinking the rmaid warships one by one.
Tim had hoped to lure the other party deeper, using the trump card left by the Abyssal Church, to see if there was a chance to destroy the Ense Empire's royal ship.
But the other party was like a cautious old hunter.
After wounding the prey, it was not eager to pounce directly but continued to close in steadily from behind.
Even though it was just a relatively small naval legion, it fought with the montum of the three great empires' navies besieging the rmaid Empire.
Even more critically, he dared not venture to sea now.
He recognized at a glance that the source of the opponent's earth-shaking magic power was just like the Sea Roar Armor he gained through the rmaid Princess.
And judging from the coverage and accumulated power, it even surpassed the Ocean Roarers.
This left him utterly suffocated.
He had paid so much, leveraging so many forces, and making countless promises to the high echelons of the rmaid Empire, just to obtain the Sea Roar Armor.
Yet now, the divine might above the sea surpassed the divine tool he had acquired.
He had a premonition that once he surfaced, he would face a thunderous strike.
Don't think that the sa attribute armor could shield him from harm.
The damage caused by this magical weapon, thankfully dispersed over the waters, or else even a demigod would perish on the spot.
Strange, truly strange.
Where did the Ense Empire get so much good equipnt?
Even if they emptied Furnace Castle, they couldn't produce so much equipnt?!
His movents began to beco increasingly erratic, a series of roars building in his throat.
Suddenly, with a howl, he harshly pushed Alicia to the ground, pressing himself on top.
A dull wail echoed from the corners of the ocean.
Before long, Tim entered into a fast-paced mode.
Before he could fully unleash his grievances, a knock ca at the door:
"Grand General, the Empress's communication..."
Tim let out a resentful howl, roughly struck Alicia twice, then gave a shudder, tossing the rmaid Princess into the corner and told his personal guard outside:
"Bring the communication crystal."
Once the communication crystal unfolded, the face of the graceful rmaid Empress appeared before Tim.
"Grand General, we can no longer entangle this way. The United Navy's offensive is much stronger than we imagined."
Tim's previously resentful expression vanished without a trace, replaced with a naive and sincere look, saying with great sorrow:
"Your Majesty, but have only a number of those traitors erged? Should we really let them go?"
"It's not advisable to continue this slaughter. Deploy your army instead."
Tim nodded, "As you wish."
After hanging up the phone, he slamd the table, creating a dent: "You oblivious old fool, what wishful thinking."
This battle held sches for the rmaid Empress, and Tim had his own calculations.
Using external enemies to eliminate dissent was sothing he was well-versed in.
Many of the fishman factions that were mistakenly believed by so of the rmaid Empire's upper echelons to be collaborating with the Abyssal Church were actually forced to rebel.
Tim knew he absolutely couldn't let this faction rise again, or he would be dead for sure.
During this period, to covertly deal with opposing factions, he used his fishman identity to do a lot of manipulations.
He would surround a Fishman Strongman, telling them once that this ti, considering you were fellow countryn, but next ti he wouldn't be so kind-hearted.
Then with a disguise, he would catch up and kill them.
Or when eliminating dissidents, he would behead a Legendary Strongman who volunteered to die, then use the inertia of thought in the ruins, he would find the victim's whole family and eliminate them directly.
Especially nowadays, he had forced the leader of the Fishman Self-Help Association into rebellion, which was entirely orchestrated.
Back then, Tim disguised as the Empress Guard and went to control the four sons and one daughter of that family, giving them a piece of fish and a knife to choose.
One son chose the knife, implying he had murderous intent; such a son must not be left alive.
Another son chose the at, indicating he had deep sches; such a son must not be left alive.
The third son chose both, implying his greed was shallow; such a son must not be left alive.
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