Chapter 220: Chapter 220

Chapter 220: The Great Change of the Oceanic Continent!

It wasn’t just the Kobolds — countless other monsters lurked amidst the ruins of the city.

As everyone watched the colossal tidal wave surging from afar, they were left utterly dumbfounded.

A tsunami would not stop simply because the monsters were frozen in fear.

It was like a heavy fist, smashing down upon the entire coastline.

Aged breakwaters shattered like children’s building blocks. Reinforced concrete twisted and splintered under the force, fragments mixing into the towering torrent, transforming into a deadly barrage.

The crest of the wave continued to advance, its speed unrelenting. It swallowed harbors, leveled coastal towns, and crushed thirty-story hotels like matchboxes.

Seawater poured into city streets with the hydraulic force of a hammer. Abandoned vehicles were pulverized, bridges collapsed in seconds, and thick palm trees were uprooted, spinning like toothpicks in the raging current.

Even after annihilating the ruins of the city, the tsunami did not stop.

It charged inland like a starving beast, following the paths of rivers and valleys.

Wherever the flood passed, soil was stripped away, foundations hollowed out. Entire forests were sliced clean at the roots, their trunks floating on the turbid surface, forming a drifting jungle of death.

More and more ruined cities and towns dissolved into the advancing seawater. One after another, surface structures collapsed, and dilapidated highways tore apart like fragile ribbons.

Within the waves floated a vast number of shattered houses and derelict vehicles, colliding with one another in the whirlpools with dull, thunderous sounds.

It wasn’t just Donghua Continent — several other continents bordering the Leviathan Ocean were also affected.

Titan Throne — Classified Research Base “Heart of Leviathan.”

At this moment, chaos had completely engulfed the entire facility.

Every researcher was pale-faced, drenched in cold sweat.

The World Serpent had begun large-scale movement.

As an organization dedicated to the study of Emperor Beasts, they naturally understood the implications.

Only one person appeared calm — even leisurely sipping a bottle of cola.

After gulping down a mouthful, Director Cain wiped the corner of his mouth and casually placed the bottle aside, resting both hands on his hips as if nothing were amiss.

“What’s wrong? Were you expecting that big one to give us a friendly heads-up before moving?” he said.

“Lord Cain, do you have any countermeasures?” one researcher asked anxiously.

Under everyone’s gaze, Cain spread his hands innocently.

“How could something possibly be under my control?”

Just then, one of the researchers, who had been staring intently at the screen, cried out in shock.

“She’s moving! She’s moving again!”

“What’s with the shouting? Hasn’t she been moving all along?”

The researcher twitched.

“Mr. Cain, I mean — she’s moving toward the Oceanic Continent!”

Like Donghua Continent, the Oceanic Continent too was struck by the tsunami.

The coastlines submerged under seawater began to tremble faintly.

Then, far off on the horizon, the ocean surface suddenly rose — forming a vast, pitch-black mountain range stretching hundreds of kilometers.

That was, of course, Jörmungandr.

She slowly advanced toward the Oceanic Continent, her massive body rising as billions of tons of seawater cascaded down from the gaps between her scales, forming thousands of temporary waterfalls.

The instant her colossal body made contact with the continental shelf, the coastal ground shattered like glass. The crust was crushed into a trench two kilometers deep.

Sedimentary layers of the seabed were upheaved, forming rolling walls of dust and smoke.

The seawater along the coast was forcibly pushed back dozens of kilometers by her crawling path.

With every movement of her massive body, she flattened the fragile coastal plains like a giant steamroller, pressing hundreds of kilometers of shoreline deep into the crust.

A new coastline emerged in her wake — no longer gentle beaches, but sheer cliffs hundreds of meters tall, their faces smooth as if carved by blades.

Though a beast of colossal size, Jörmungandr moved with astonishing speed.

As a world-class monster, her mastery over biological fields had reached perfection, and at this moment, she was using that power to accelerate her movements.

She quickly passed through the tsunami zone and reached the mainland of the Oceanic Continent.

The terrain of the entire continent began to reshape beneath her presence.

Jörmungandr’s crawling track carved out a series of parallel super-trenches. Every time she lifted her body, the crust compressed below would thrust upward — forming a newborn mountain range, rising one or two kilometers within seconds.

Each time her body crashed down, the shockwaves shattered the underlying strata into flowing seas of rubble, plowing aside billions of tons of debris to create canyons several kilometers deep.

The diamond-shaped scales on her underbelly vibrated at high frequency, grinding the mountains she passed into dust, raising violent sandstorms that roared behind her.

The Oceanic Continent lay across the planet’s equator — a land of constant scorching heat. The surface, baked for tens of millennia under relentless sun, was mostly vast inland deserts.

At its center towered the ancient and mysterious Metania Plateau Mountains.

From the flat desert rose cliffs of sandstone stretching for hundreds of kilometers, soaring thousands of meters into the sky.

From afar, it looked as though a god had split the continent open with a giant axe.

In a sense, the Metania Plateau Mountains were to the Oceanic Continent what the Great Wall was to the Southern Continent — both mighty natural barriers dividing east and west.

And now, Jörmungandr had come.

The World Serpent coiled herself upon the plateau rising thousands of meters above sea level. Her sheer bulk was such that it was hard to tell where the mountains ended and her body began.

Her colossal form crushed jagged cliffs, each scale striking the rock with thunderous booms.

Where her belly passed, the solid bedrock was flattened into wide chasms several kilometers across.

Every contraction of her body triggered catastrophic geological reactions — mountain peaks on both sides of her path collapsed like a chain of falling dominoes.

The most shocking sight came when she coiled around the tallest peak — the entire mountain twisted and deformed, its rocky layers kneaded like clay by invisible hands, reshaped into undulating folds amidst ear-splitting groans.

Jörmungandr traversed the plateau and slowly departed.

What remained of the once-majestic mountain range was now a landscape of chaos — fractured, twisted, and grotesque.

Sharp ridges were bent into warped arches, forming irregular anticlines. At the summit, hundreds-meter-deep grooves scarred the stone, each spaced precisely hundreds of meters apart — matching the width of the serpent’s belly scales.

The crushed central peak took on a fluid form, like a petrified tidal wave spanning the plateau.

As Jörmungandr crossed the boundless deserts of the Oceanic Continent, the endless sea of sand began to quake. Dunes rose and collapsed like waves beneath her.

When she reached the plains, the land no longer yielded softly — it shattered outright.

The terrain rippled like a wrinkled carpet, molded anew as though kneaded by a child’s hands.

In a span of mere moments, the entire continent’s geography was remade by Jörmungandr.

The Emperor Beast slowly lifted her head, gazing at the transformed land before her.

Her pupils dilated, seemingly dissatisfied.

This still wasn’t enough to demonstrate her might.

Her goal — was to make the entire world tremble.

Thus, she began to coil and twist her continent-spanning body.

Every movement of her ancient, scale-covered form struck the crust like the whip of a god, unleashing chains of super-seismic waves.

The plains were the first to collapse — where her belly rolled, the land cracked like brittle biscuits, forming a jagged rift tens of kilometers wide.

As the serpent continued to roll, the entire continent underwent an earthquake beyond any Richter scale — the seismic waves did not radiate outward in circles, but followed her movement, intertwining into a series of serpent-shaped shock patterns.

The earthquake spread outward from the Oceanic Continent, radiating in all directions.

Humans and monsters across multiple continents could sense this cataclysmic upheaval.

As Jörmungandr executed her final roll, the Oceanic Continent reached the last chapter of its geological life.

The main body of the continent, unable to withstand the repeated violent tremors, began to fracture and collapse.

The ancient continental plates shattered like glass struck by a massive hammer, splintering along the serpent’s body into hundreds of irregular fragments.

Each fragment rose and sank amid violent tectonic motion — some were pressed deep into the mantle by the serpent’s weight, while others were thrust skyward by the crust’s rebound, forming new, precipitous islands.

When Jörmungandr finally came to rest, the apocalyptic disintegration ceased at last.

The once vast and unified landmass of the Oceanic Continent no longer existed. In its place lay a fragmented archipelago, made up of thousands of islands both large and small.

Across those islands, traces of Jörmungandr’s rampage could be seen everywhere.

Jörmungandr surveyed her surroundings and nodded slightly.

She was clearly satisfied with her masterpiece.

Then, she slowly raised her head and unleashed a roar of defiance that echoed across the world.

At first, it sounded like the simultaneous collapse of ten thousand glaciers — a thunderous roar that soon became a dimension-tearing shriek, and finally, a deep, resonant bellow that made the entire world tremble.

Wherever the sound passed, mountains, birds, and beasts alike quaked in terror.

Across the globe, Emperor Beasts changed expression upon hearing it.

Some bowed their heads, acknowledging her as the supreme ruler.

Others roared back in defiance, refusing to yield.

Jörmungandr then calmed down, quietly listening to the sounds rising from all corners of the world.

This world-class monster’s emotions remained unperturbed.

Before long, she sank slowly beneath the waves, resuming her deep-sea slumber.

Meanwhile, on the ocean’s surface—

On the deck, Li Ye could distinctly feel the tremors coming from the depths of the sea.

He realized what they meant, turned toward a certain direction, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheek.

“Don’t tell me that giant serpent is stirring up trouble again?”

But even more worrying to him was what Bishop Albert had mentioned earlier — the nuclear submarine operating near Southern Continent.

Upon hearing Li Ye’s concern, Whiteman assured him there was nothing to worry about.

He had already provided the Tomorrow Alliance with a safe navigation route stretching from the Southern Continent to Polar Continent.

During their exchange, Li Ye also took the opportunity to learn some details about the Polar Continent.

The Polar Continent — the last true wilderness on this planet, or perhaps its final sanctuary.

It lay quietly at the planet’s southernmost edge, like a sleeping ice maiden, embraced by eternal silence and frost.

There, heaven and earth were nothing but endless white wastelands — pure to the point of divinity, yet so cruel they commanded reverence.

Vast ice sheets, like silver armor, spread across the land in overwhelming majesty, sealing ancient mountains and valleys forever beneath crystal-clear glaciers.

As the Lord of a Mobile City, Li Ye’s concerns centered on two things:

Whether there existed Monstrous Civilizations there, and what the average regional level was.

“Of course there are monster civilizations,” Whiteman replied, “but not many. As for the average regional level, it’s roughly around 2.4.”

“Got it,” Li Ye nodded.

To prepare for combat in the Polar Continent, he had already instructed Zhou Xing to retrofit the Tomorrow’s land, sea, and air forces with cold-resistant modifications.

If all went according to plan, the Tomorrow Alliance would remain in the Polar Continent for a while to develop, then observe the world’s situation before deciding which continent to explore next.

During the week-long voyage, Li Ye also planned to conduct another round of internal city administration on the Tomorrow.

“Honestly, rather than going to the Polar Continent, I’d prefer you to visit the Northern Firmament Continent instead,” Whiteman remarked casually.

“Northern Firmament Continent, huh?” Li Ye pondered his words carefully.

His knowledge of the Northern Firmament Continent was limited — only that it was the domain of the Emperor Beast “Heaven’s Chosen,” Hader.

That thought triggered another realization.

“Bishop Whiteman, are there any Emperor Beasts dwelling in the Polar Continent?”

To this, Whiteman merely spread his hands.

“You can’t expect me to know everything.”

“Whether the Polar Continent has an Emperor Beast or not, I truly don’t know.”

“But I do know that the Titan Throne has several research bases there.”

“I was once assigned by my superiors to one of those bases for a friendly exchange, so I know its location. If you’re interested, I can take you there.”

“Alright, then I’ll trouble you for that when the time comes,” Li Ye nodded.

As the saying went, it was always good to have powerful allies. If he could establish a connection with the Titan Throne in the Polar Continent, it would make things far easier — perhaps he could even acquire some extra intelligence from them.

Whiteman chuckled softly, then brought up something Li Ye hadn’t expected.

“After I spend some more time with you all in the Polar Continent, I’ll be returning to the Apocalypse Sect to report.”

Li Ye felt a tinge of melancholy.

Whiteman and his professional team had played an essential role in maintaining order aboard the Tomorrow, and his easygoing, affable nature had made him well-liked — Li Ye couldn’t help but feel reluctant to see him go.

At Whiteman’s suggestion, the number of members in the Tomorrow’s City Committee had once again been expanded.

To accommodate them, Li Ye allocated additional resources in the Production Workshop, constructing a dedicated office building for the committee.

The building was situated on the Upper Deck, A2 Level.

Inside the office stood a large assembly hall.