The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Nakda frowned and looked toward the source of the sound.

That's Lu Xingchen.

The commander of the Azure Dragon Legion, a high-ranking figure in the Divine Xia military, slowly straightened his back.

His blue armor was covered in cracks, like porcelain about to shatter.

Her long hair, which had been neatly tied back, was now loose and fluttering in the sea breeze, which carried a fishy smell.

There was no fear or despair on his face, and even the solemnity he had shown moments before had vanished.

Instead, there was an indescribable calm.

It was like a stagnant pool, or the calm before the storm.

He didn't look at the countless enemies that resembled gods and demons, as if the thirty-odd ninth-level saints were just air.

He turned his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over each of his comrades behind him.

He saw Li Qinghong with bloodshot eyes and a long spear in his hand; he saw Li Podi covered in blood but still standing tall; he saw Zhang Yue holding a giant shield, trembling but still desperately protecting his brothers behind him... and Ouyang Shan, who had already died in battle.

His eyes were gentle, carrying a hint of apology and a hint of pride.

"Brothers."

Lu Xingchen spoke softly, his voice reaching everyone's ears: "It seems that today, quite a few of our old brothers will be going to die here."

No one speaks.

But everyone's gaze changed at that moment.

That was the composure that followed the dissipation of shock.

It is a resolute decision made after seeing through life and death.

Since there's no way out, then there's no need to retreat.

Are you scared?

Lu Xingchen asked.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Li Podi was the first to respond.

He grinned, and his rugged face once again revealed an arrogant and domineering air.

Golden blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, staining his beard red.

It made him look both ferocious and heroic.

"I've killed countless alien races my whole life, that's enough! Even if I die today, I'll smash every single one of these beasts' teeth! I'll show them just how tough Shenxia's bones are!"

"That's right!"

Li Qinghong raised her hand to wipe the blood off her face.

The flaming spear in her hand reignited into a raging fire, though the flames were not as intense as before, they were purer and hotter.

"In Sherlock, there are only ghosts who die in battle, not gods who kneel!"

Her voice was firm, echoing across the battlefield: "Trying to use us as fodder? Let's see if you have any teeth left!"

"Killing one is no loss, killing two is a huge profit!"

Zhang Yue slammed the giant shield onto the ground with a loud, muffled thud.

"Fight them!!"

"The worst that can happen is death! Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again!"

An extremely tragic aura surged forth from this group of defeated soldiers.

That was no longer just a fighting spirit.

That was a belief that certain death.

That was a madness that burned everything.

If we can't live together, then let's die together!

Even if it means self-destruction, I'll drag these scumbags down to hell! Even if it means biting them, I'll tear a piece of flesh from their bodies!

This imposing aura actually withstood the pressure of those thirty-odd saints, tearing a rift in the sky.

Nakda's smile froze.

A hint of disbelief flashed in its single eye.

It cannot understand.

They were clearly in a hopeless situation, with no hope of turning the tide, and they could only prolong their lives by surrendering.

Why can these lowly humans unleash such terrifying fighting spirit?

Are they really not afraid of death?

"Madmen...they're all madmen..."

Nakda felt a chill creep into its heart, a feeling that made it very uncomfortable and even somewhat fearful.

It didn't want to watch any longer; it wanted to end it all immediately and completely wipe out these damned humans.

"kill!!"

It suddenly waved its hand and roared fiercely, "Leave no one alive! Kill them all!!"

boom--!!!

At its command, more than thirty holy beings of the Forbidden Water Clan moved simultaneously.

The multicolored forbidden spell light, like a world-destroying torrent, carrying an aura of annihilation, swept down upon the people of Shenxia.

At that moment, the world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

The whole world seemed to be filled only with that destructive light.

Gentlemen.

Faced with this attack that could destroy the world, Lu Xingchen took a deep breath.

His saintly essence began to burn wildly, every inch of his skin was cracking, and every drop of his blood was boiling.

His entire being transformed into a dazzling blue sun, radiating boundless light.

He stepped forward and resolutely stood in front of everyone.

His back was like a mountain, his spine like a spear.

"Today, with this crippled body, I will build the final Great Wall for Divine Xia!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, like the clang of metal on metal, echoing through the heavens:

"Brothers, follow me to the death for Sherlock!!"

……

The Realm of Silver Moon, the Path of Lava.

This is a crimson world.

The earth cracked, and dark red magma, like the blood of the earth, flowed slowly through the fissures.

Every now and then, pillars of fire would erupt and shoot straight into the sky.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur, and the high temperature was enough to melt steel instantly.

However, it was in this hellish environment that...

Two figures were strolling leisurely into the depths.

Blocking their way was a lava lord that was at least fifty meters tall.

This monster was covered in flowing lava.

Each roar could trigger an eruption of the surrounding volcanoes.

It raised its fist, which was as big as a small mountain, and with a devastating force, smashed it down on the two tiny humans.

"A boring struggle."

The blond-haired, blue-eyed Caesar looked up at the descending giant fist and gently shook his head.

He did not dodge, nor did he even raise the golden spear in his hand.

It was just one step forward.

He uttered two words softly.

"deprivation."

Om-!

An invisible wave emanated from him and instantly spread to a radius of a kilometer.

The lava lord, who was originally incredibly violent and seemed capable of burning everything, froze in an eerie instant.

Then, something truly jaw-dropping happened.

The high-temperature magma flowing over the Lava Lord instantly lost all its heat and turned into a grayish-white dead stone.

Its once-hard armor, too, seemed to have been weathered over millions of years, becoming brittle and fragile.

This is a mythical talent—[Divine Authority Deprivation].

Within Caesar's domain, this monster was stripped of the concepts of "hardness" and "high temperature".

Boom!

The enormous fist disintegrated on its own due to its own weight before it even touched Caesar's clothes.

It turned into dust and scattered across the sky.

"Too weak. This level of trial is a complete waste of my time."

Caesar dusted himself off, his face radiating arrogance.

The black-robed man behind him, Tyrese, lightly plucked at the threads in the void that only he could see, and said calmly, "Don't be careless. According to the guidance of fate, there are many variables in the East."