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

Meanwhile, in the real world.

The network on Earth has crashed once again.

If Gu Xu's devouring of Augustus brought fear and shock to the Western world...

So this time, the way he suppressed Singh brought about a complete collapse of faith in South India.

The official live stream room of South India was now filled with wails of despair.

"No!! This can't be real! How could Lord Singh possibly lose?!"

"Cheating! That Sheikh definitely cheated! Why can't Lord Singh use his skills? Why can't he move?!"

"What the hell is that coffin? Release Lord Singh right now!"

"It's over...it's all over...our hope has been put in a coffin..."

Countless people in South India cannot accept this fact.

The "Dancer of Destruction," who was invincible in their hearts, was stuffed into a coffin like a dead dog before he even finished the legendary "Dance of Shiva."

This sense of loss is more painful than killing them.

The scene where Gu Xu used the "Tear of Shiva" as an ornament and inlaid it on the sedan chair was particularly infuriating, causing all the high-ranking officials of the South Indian Kingdom to vomit blood on the spot.

That's a national treasure of their country!

It is a divine object given by the greatest god, Shiva!

That Shenxia person actually used it to decorate that dilapidated palanquin from the underworld?!

This is a blatant insult!

However, the style was completely different in the live broadcast room of Shenxia Kingdom.

The barrage of comments was as festive as Chinese New Year, with "666" and "Gu Shen is awesome" flooding the screen.

"Hahaha! That's hilarious! That Indian guy was jumping around so enthusiastically, and then he got slapped into a coffin by Gu Shen's summoned creature!"

"Gu Shen's taunt was absolutely on point! 'Too long wind-up'—it's practically official self-deprecation!"

"That gem looks pretty good. It really suits the palanquin, giving it a bit of a cyberpunk, underworld vibe."

"That felt so good! So satisfying! Those Indians who brag all day long, now they know what a dangerous society is!"

"Gu Shen is mighty! He brings glory to our nation!"

The morale of the people of Shenxia reached its peak at this moment.

He consecutively killed two mythical geniuses from enemy countries, both in such a near-crushing manner.

This instantly released the previously somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the country caused by the tense situation on the front lines.

……

Meanwhile, in the Divine Xia Empire, at the Supreme Command Headquarters in the Imperial Capital.

The entire building was shrouded in a somber atmosphere. The officers who came in and out walked hurriedly, their leather boots making a rapid, heavy sound as they clattered on the marble floor.

Inside the core command hall on the top floor.

Li Weiguo stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his hands behind his back, a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers.

Smoke slowly rose in the dimly lit room, blurring his wrinkled yet sharp face.

His gaze was fixed on the center of the screen, which displayed the real-time dynamics of the East China Sea defense line.

"Report! Latest battle situation on the East China Sea front!"

The confidential secretary strode in.

Li Weiguo didn't turn around, but simply uttered a single word: "Speak."

"The four legion commanders, Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise, have all arrived on the battlefield, accompanied by the core Saint-level forces of their respective legions. Currently, our side has gathered more than thirty ninth-tier Saints in the East Sea."

"Just now, Comrade Ouyang Shan, commander of the Fifth Army Corps... has been confirmed to have sacrificed himself. He took one of the enemy's ninth-rank marshals with him at the cost of self-destruction of his own essence."

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Li Weiguo's hand holding the cigarette trembled violently, and a bit of ash fell onto the back of his hand.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, though it was evident in his deep eyes.

A flash of extremely sorrowful light appeared.

"Old Ou, you're still as fiery as ever."

He murmured something under his breath, his voice terribly hoarse.

More than thirty saints.

This represents almost all the peak combat power that the Divine Xia Empire can openly utilize.

Aside from the saints who guard the various forbidden areas and cannot be easily moved, as well as the elders, the backbone of Shenxia.

Now all of it is being poured into the East China Sea, a sea area that has been transformed into a hellish inferno.

This is a high-stakes gamble, a life-or-death game where the fate of the nation is at stake.

Li Weiguo turned around and walked to the sand table.

On the holographic map, the area in the East China Sea was flashing a blinding red light.

This means that the energy fluctuations have exceeded the limits that the plane can bear.

"Old Lu and his team are risking their lives."

Li Weiguo looked at the points of light representing the saints and said in a heavy tone, "They know that if they cannot defend the East Sea, once the Forbidden Water Tribe lands, the hundreds of millions of people behind them will become lambs to the slaughter."

"Therefore, they were willing to burn their own life force to keep those seafood out of the gate."

"But Minister, our rear is practically undefended right now."

Deputy Chief of Staff Zhang Zhen couldn't help but speak, his tone filled with worry: "To support the East China Sea, we've drawn most of our elite troops from the northern border and the western plateau. If other forces take advantage of this situation..."

Li Weiguo snorted coldly, his gaze falling on the other directions on the map: "They've already begun."

He pointed his finger and emphasized the map of the Sakura Country, the Lighthouse Country, the European Federation, and the South India Country on the screen.

"These jackals have a keener sense of smell than dogs. They saw us bogged down in the East China Sea, saw us pull out all the stops, how could they possibly let this opportunity to kick us when we're down slip by?"

Li Weiguo's eyes turned extremely cold.

He knew that Sheikha was now in its most dangerous moment in a century.

Externally, there was invasion from foreign tribes; internally, there were powerful enemies lurking all around.

"Tell the garrisons everywhere that even if it costs lives, they must hold the line. Not an inch of Shenxia's land can be lost before the battle is decided in the East China Sea!"

His voice echoed in the command hall, carrying an unquestionable authority.

However, Li Weiguo knew very well that this was merely a show of arrangement.

When facing powerful nations with equally legendary historical foundations, ordinary defenses are as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of their advanced combat capabilities.

The difference in top-tier combat power cannot be compensated for by sheer numbers.

He slowly sat back in his chair, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, a sense of unprecedented pressure rising in his heart.

"Gu Xu did a great job inside, calling us a mythical genius and bringing us a lot of face and boosting the nation's fortune. But ultimately, that's still too low-level; it's too late to solve our immediate problems."

Li Weiguo sighed and took out an encrypted communicator from his pocket.

This communicator has no markings except for the character "Zhang" engraved on the back.

He stared at that word for a long time, his fingers tracing patterns on the screen, but he never pressed it.

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang, what's the situation on your end right now?"