I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 317: Where is my Continent?! I

The waves rolled quietly.

The Atlantians, all of them, remained kneeling. The High Tiderune’s mighty figure stood hollow beside his behemoth, still and silent, his body threaded through with millions of glimmering spores.

Beside him, the Sea Tribe Kings bore stunned expressions, and behind them, thousands of other Atlantians lowered their gazes to the seas that no longer answered to them.

They were no longer sovereigns of tide or current. That right belonged to the one who now floated above them, bathed in the golden purple sheen of a miniature sun.

Achilles looked over all of them. His gaze, cold but not cruel, swept across those bowed heads, then turned slowly toward the radiant, winged sea-continent that shimmered beyond- the Thalassphere Arx.

He hovered there in silent contemplation. The winds circled. The sun above him turned slowly.

Then his voice broke the silence.

"In this Thalassphere Arx," he said calmly, "there are billions of lifeforms of different species. And millions of Atlantians. All... will be relocated to my Sea of Thalassara."

His voice was like a judge passing a sentence.

"As for the Thalassphere Arx itself..." His eyes narrowed as the words left him. "It shall no longer exist."

...!

The words echoed across the kneeling field like a thunderclap. The Sea Tribe Kings stiffened. The controlled High Tiderune trembled faintly, lips parted, as if he would speak- but he did not. How could he?!

There was no need.

Achilles had not spoken to seek permission.

He closed his eyes.

The waters below churned as his will reached deep. He touched the bond within him- deep within the core of his Assimilatiobs where the Heart of Thalassara pulsed.

A source, ancient and vast, responded.

Achilles opened his eyes, stepping forward until his hand pressed against the outer barrier of the sea-continent. The moment his fingers touched the dense water membrane, a blue radiance erupted from the contact.

HUUUUUM!

From the point of contact, glowing concentric ripples expanded in every direction. The sea itself shuddered.

Then, from that place, a massive cerulean liquid portal bloomed- so large it made the sky seem narrow. It stretched across hundreds of miles of space, swirling with power and depth.

The Sea Portal to the Sea of Thalassara.

Far across the Adrastia Continent, within his own territory, the Sea of Thalassara stirred in response. The connection was made.

And then- the pull began.

Waves of gravitational power surged from the portal, spiraling outward like a stellar current. The water surrounding the Thalassphere Arx bent toward it. Schools of fish, marine beasts, coral serpents, and uncountable lifeforms were caught in the current, dragged across space through the shining vortex.

A forced migration of an entire ocean.

Achilles watched it all. His face was calm, his eyes glowing.

"The lifeforms without cognizance will cross freely," he said. "But every single Atlantian..."

His voice trailed off as he turned his gaze back toward the kneeling figures. A hint of golden light flickered behind his eyes.

"Every single one will be seeded with my spores."

The Atlantians looked down in quiet defeat. Not a soul resisted. Their fins did not twitch. Their eyes held only one thing- resignation.

Achilles continued.

"Your Sea Tribes will survive," he said. "But you will not be able to conquer for yourselves anymore."

He didn’t linger to see their reaction.

He turned back to the portal, gliding away from it. The tides obeyed. The current shifted. The pull grew stronger.

Far beneath, deep citadels of Atlantian civilization- glowing spires and shell-gilded halls, entire cities sculpted from coral and etheric pearl- were pulled loose from their foundations. Their gates opened. Their citizens, old and young, were drawn into the flow.

None escaped.

As they passed through the great cerulean portal, spores gently laced their way into their bodies. They did not even feel it.

Control came softly. Invisibly. Completely.

The process continued, methodical and vast. A migration. A taking.

Achilles watched until he was sure. Until the pull was stable. Until the ocean had begun to bleed its life into his own.

Then- he turned again.

Back to the Thalassphere Arx.

His hand came to rest on the shimmering sea-barrier once more. He felt the bubbling currents on his fingers. He felt the pulse of power in the waters. He felt the fear- the trembling apprehension of the continent itself.

Yes. Even the continent was alive in its own way.

And in the face of that living fear, Achilles spoke again.

"Assimilate."

His voice was quiet.

But it reached the depths.

HUUUM!

The entire sea-continent began to rumble.

Gushing torrents of water surged toward his hand, spiraling in colossal waves. They coiled and bent as though eager to enter him. The sky began to darken. Lightning cracked faintly above the Imperial Sun.

The Thalassphere Arx- one of the most ancient aquatic territories on the plane- was being consumed.

A continent... was being assimilated!

A continent!

Ah!

And as Achilles began to assimilate an entire sea-continent, far above the distant skies of the Everburn Aerie Continent nearly a thousand miles from the churning collapse of the Thalassphere Arx, the winds glimmered with a dying fire.

Cries of ancient phoenixes echoed like fading embers. Their once-proud voices simmered to desperate calls that grew weaker by the breath.

Lancelot floated high above it all, a lone figure amidst the dimming glow. His eyes tracked the battlefield with detached focus, the radiant flickers of wings below reflecting in his gaze.

He observed them all closely- the legions of their forces moving with precise, merciless rhythm. Living Cataclysmic Star Items blazed in their hands, trailing ribbons of starlight as they cut through the sky.

Each flare of light spelled another collapse.

The defenses of the Everburn Aerie Continent were no longer organized formations but scattered, broken wings.

Whenever a proud Luminblood Stage Ancient Millennium Acheron Phoenix dared to stand against the might of beings like Dr. Shaw, Aliya, and others imbued with the Adrastia Emperor’s tools....they were torn from the skies in a laughable manner.

One by one.

Their crimson-gold wings, symbols of rebirth, now bloodied and charred. Their screeches became the last rites of an empire.

And the orders had been clear to them based on what Achilles told them. Surrender or perish!

Some tried to resist. Others fled. But the skies were no longer their domain. The Living Cataclysmic Star Items burned brighter than any flame the phoenixes could muster. Even the mightiest among them had to acknowledge it- that they were outmatched.

Of the Acheron Phoenix Assembly’s sovereign rulers, one sat far away in the Triarcan Keep, embroiled in a war. The other- the one who should have defended this sky, Azuryan, was already dead.

And so it was that the once-mighty Acheron Phoenix Assembly of the Everburn Aerie Continent...fell.

And it fell in a similar manner to the Thalassphere Arx.

Not in a blaze.

Not in a war cry.

But in a silence so heavy it swallowed the winds.

They fell with no fire.

They fell with a whimper no one heard!

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