Since the war began, both sides have had victories and losses, and even the North Ocean Fleet once held the advantage. How did it suddenly suffer defeat?

    Facing Zhu Haomiao''s inquiry, Wang Hua forced a bitter smile.

    "Not long ago, Brittania''s Far East Fleet inexplicably went mad and suddenly joined the battlefield, attacking the North Ocean Fleet from both sides with the United Fleet!"

    "Apart from Zhenyuan and Ding Yuan, which limped back to Weihai heavily damaged, the rest of the warships were completely destroyed. The world line seems to have converged back again..."

    Wang Hua sighed and shook his head, showing a wry smile of finding joy in sorrow.

    "After inquiring from multiple sources, it seems that in Shanghai, a fully equipped Knight Order from Brittania was annihilated, and a national-level figure among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table died without a complete corpse."

    "After the Queen of England heard the news, she was so furious that she fainted from bleeding and was unconscious for an entire day. Upon waking up, the first thing she did was declare war on the Qing Court!"

    Speaking of this, Wang Hua sighed deeply.

    "The Great Britain''s navy in this era is truly formidable. Just a single Far East Fleet, in just a few days'' time, swept the South and North Ocean Fleets clean, leaving the Qing Court''s thousands of miles of coastline completely undefended."

    "I heard that Great Britain is already organizing a coalition of multiple world powers to prepare for a full-scale war against Da Qing. It might be that the Eight-Nation Alliance invasion of China will break out early."

    Listening to Wang Hua''s leisurely musings, Zhu Haomiao rubbed his chin, frowning thoughtfully.

    He''s anxious! He''s anxious!

    Great Britain is anxious!

    It seems that the Child of Destiny is more important than I imagined, probably to the extent of shaking the very foundation of the nation. Otherwise, Britain wouldn''t jump up and down so hysterically!

    Seeing the youth in this state, Wang Hua suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, eyes widened in disbelief.

    "Wait! You''ve been in Shanghai during this time! Could it be you boy... mmm mmm mmm~"

    Covering Wang Hua''s mouth, Zhu Haomiao flashed a polite yet awkward smile to the gazes of surprise from various world powers.

    On the other side, after breaking free from the youth''s restraint, Wang Hua shot him a twisted glare.

    "Elbow! Come out and talk with me!"

    With an awkward smile, Zhu Haomiao followed Wang Hua out of the command hall.

    "Senior Brother Wang, I..."

    "Talk when we get there."

    Interrupting without turning his head, Wang Hua led the youth over mountains and ridges, heading straight for the Qing Army Camp several miles away.

    Familiar with the way, they arrived at the Central Army Tent, where Zhu Haomiao saw Nalan Shu anxiously checking a map as soon as they entered.

    "Old Shu, we''ve found the culprit!"

    "Huh? What do you mean?"

    "This guy took down the Round Table Knights!"

    Facing Nalan Shu''s confused expression, Zhu Haomiao defended himself with grievance.

    "They made the first move, I was forced to defend myself!"

    Hearing this, looking into the youth''s clear eyes carrying a hint of innocence, Nalan Shu painfully pinched the bridge of his nose, waving his hand after a long pause.

    "Dwelling on this is no longer important, what''s important is how we respond to the upcoming changes."

    At this, Wang Hua was the first to speak.

    "After Brittania joined, Da Qing has become a piece of meat surrounded by enemies. To prevent that old witch from staging a classic replay, we might have to overthrow the Qing Court in advance."

    Nalan Shu furrowed his brow, worrying.

    "We don''t have enough manpower. Without a central government, various fragmented warlords will be even more vulnerable, left for others to exploit."

    "Moreover, the peninsula''s war isn''t over, and the Ascension Competition will still occupy most of our energy."

    After speaking, Nalan Shu and Wang Hua both turned to Zhu Haomiao.

    Seeing this, the youth sighed helplessly.

    "Speak, what do you want me to do?"

    "Break through Han City as quickly as possible and end this phase of the Ascension Competition." sea??h thё N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Saying this, Nalan Shu took out a map, pointing to the densely packed strategic points on it.

    "The front has entered a stalemate, and both sides can''t mobilize much combat capacity, but we have you as a wild card."

    Glancing at the youth''s chest, as if seeing through the black cloak to the hidden Purple Gold Dragon Emblem beneath, a flash of emotion crossed Nalan Shu''s eyes as he spoke solemnly.

    "Each strategic point requires at least 24 hours of occupation to move to the next one. Using you as the spearhead, break through over 40 strategic points along the line to reach Han City."

    His finger traced the map, landing heavily on the peninsula''s southern capital.

    "If all goes well, the competition could end in just over a month. Can you do it?"

    Zhu Haomiao looked at the starry strategic points on the map, nodding calmly.

    "No problem."

    .....................

    Time passed like a fleeting horse, the scorching summer of the peninsula vanished in a blink, replaced by a cool northern wind that tinged the lush earth with gold.

    In the simple Imperial Palace of Han City, a middle-aged man wearing traditional Japanese garb with a Purple Gold Badge on his chest knelt on the ground, respectfully reporting the frontline situation.

    "Five days ago, the Evil Dragon captured the Gao Yang strategic point. The three US Traitor Golden Teams dared not meet its sharpness and retreated. The surrounding four-nation reinforcements dared not rescue."

    "Two days ago, the Evil Dragon captured the Enping strategic point, and the US Traitor retreated again."

    "Yesterday, the army of the Evil Dragon was already outside the city..."

    At this point, the middle-aged man''s dry lips couldn''t help but lick as he looked at the stunning young girl sitting at the head.

    "The US Traitor can retreat no further, today they once again pressured the cabinet, hoping you could step in to suppress the Evil Dragon."

    Upon hearing this, the empty-eyed girl slowly curled her lips into a smile.

    "How many times is this?"

    "Ninth time, you can see, the US livestock is really anxious."

    "Heh, his own Holy Spirit won''t act, and he wants us to be cannon fodder?"

    Coldly curving her lips, the girl shifted her tone, ruthlessly rejecting.

    "As always, tell them to have their Holy Spirit come and talk to me personally."

    "Understood!"

    The middle-aged man respectfully bowed, retreating as he left.

    Once the man left, the door beside them swung open with a bang, and a burly and unruly youth walked out, complaining irritably.

    "Sister, why don''t you let me go kill that beast?!!"

    The girl cast her brother a sidelong glance, gracefully smiling.

    "Why should we help others take chestnuts from the fire?"

    "Isn''t it better if more of them die?"

    "The more they die, the weaker their future will be, and the looser the chains binding us..."

    Whispering, watching her brother pacing back and forth in agitation, the girl knew he understood these truths but couldn''t restrain his Divinity-driven impulse to seek revenge and bloodshed, to wash away past humiliations.

    She sighed helplessly, softening her tone.

    "Don''t be anxious, he''s already outside the city, soon you''ll have your chance."

    "What? Don''t you want them to be mutually destructive?"

    Seeing her brother''s reckless and puzzled expression, the girl rubbed her temples in exasperation.