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

Just as the Divine Xia Empire was mobilizing all its resources to defend the East China Sea, the situation on the entire planet began to become extremely unpredictable.

The beacon of light, God's mansion.

Adam sat behind his desk, in front of a row of huge monitors.

They display military movements around the world.

"Mr. Adam, Gregory from Europe has already replied."

An agent in a black suit reported in a low voice: "The Knights Templar have assembled and are ready to put pressure on Sheikha from the west under the pretext of eliminating heretics."

Adam nodded, his voice serious. "That old fox is probably feeling sorry for his guillotine."

"Furthermore, that genius from Sherlock Holmes ate Augustus, which is like slapping the Europeans hard across the face."

"He'll lose both his wife and his army; he definitely can't accept that."

"In addition, things have also started to move in Japan."

The agent continued, "That old bastard Furukawa Yamamoto is preparing to personally lead the team, taking the Saints to the north of Shenxia this time!"

"The target is clear: the coastal resource-rich area of ​​Shenxia!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of mockery flashed in Adam's eyes: "People from Japan are always like this, greedy and cowardly."

"They only dare to jump out and take a bite when Shenxia is weak. But it doesn't matter, as long as they can distract Shenxia, ​​they are qualified cannon fodder."

"What about South India?"

Adam asked.

"South India is in chaos right now. After news of Singh being locked in a coffin by Gu Xu reached them, their people were almost driven mad."

"However, their officials are quite calm. They have already mobilized the Ganesha Army from the border and are preparing to advance towards the southwestern border of Shenxia according to our instructions."

Adam nodded slightly upon hearing this. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling city below.

"Very good. There's an old saying in Sherlock: 'When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down.'"

"Right now, the wall of Sheikha hasn't fallen yet, but the foundation has already crumbled."

"The alien races are charging ahead, while we're fueling their advance from behind. As long as we disrupt Shenxia's current ascension, this planet will remain under the control of our Beacon Nation."

Adam's tone was flat, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

In his view, this is not just a war, but a redistribution of resources.

Sherlock's rise in recent years has been too rapid.

It's getting so fast that the US feels threatened.

Gu Xu's appearance was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

A profession with unique characteristics.

A monstrous talent capable of devouring mythical geniuses whole...

It's absolutely terrifying.

Since we can't be sure if we can eliminate this genius, then we should squeeze his living space.

……

In an instant, malice from all over the world converged on the Divine Xia Empire at its center, like a tidal wave.

This is no longer a simple local conflict, but a long-planned global manhunt.

In the eyes of these powerful figures, Shenxia is like a huge but already wounded dragon.

They don't care whether other races will destroy the world.

They only cared about whether they could tear the fattest piece of meat off the dragon's corpse.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to be truly in dire straits.

The saints of the East Sea are fighting a bloody battle, and people are falling every minute and every second.

The garrison troops in the rear were desperately trying to regroup.

However, when faced with a surprise attack from high-end combat forces, they still appear powerless.

The fate of the entire nation seemed to hang on a thin steel wire.

……

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a torrential downpour began in Longjing.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.

A black sedan, without horn or escort, like a lone boat silently sailing through raging waves, crushed the puddles on the ground and slowly drove into the deep mountains of the western suburbs, which were designated as a restricted area.

The wheels rolled over the wet flagstones, making soft sounds.

The car came to a complete stop.

The car door opened.

A foot wearing a black cloth shoe stepped into the puddle.

Zhang Daoxuan did not use an umbrella.

This was the usually smiling Deputy Minister of the Supreme Command of Sheikha.

His face was very serious at that moment.

Rainwater streamed down his gray hair, across his deeply lined face, and dripped onto his soaked Zhongshan suit.

He raised his head, his gaze passing through the heavy rain curtain, and looked at the magnificent gate built against the mountain in front of him.

That's an imperial mausoleum.

But it is not a tomb where the remains of emperors are buried.

Instead, it was the Pantheon that buried the very foundation of the Divine Xia Empire.

Two sentries guarding the door appeared out of thin air, exuding the terrifying aura of eighth-level experts.

"Old Zhang."

But the moment they saw who it was, their wary gazes instantly turned to astonishment, which then transformed into deep sorrow.

They knew what Zhang Daoxuan's presence here meant.

This also means that the Shenxia Empire has reached a critical juncture of life and death.

Zhang Daoxuan didn't speak, but silently took out a token engraved with a five-clawed golden dragon from his pocket.

A faint crimson light flowed across the token.

That was a top-secret transfer order just signed by the Supreme Command.

The two guards shuddered, their eyes instantly reddening.

They abruptly brought their legs together and, amidst the raging wind and rain, gave the old man a standard military salute.

Zhang Daoxuan nodded slightly, put away the token, and walked to the giant gate, pushing open the long-sealed gate.

Rumbling--

The dull friction echoed through the valley, as if the wheels of history were turning with difficulty.

Behind the door, there was neither eerie ghostly atmosphere nor the musty smell of decay.

Yes, there was only a dazzling golden light.

It was an enormous hollow mountain belly.

Above the dome, tens of thousands of luminous pearls are inlaid, arranged according to the celestial constellation, casting a soft starlight.

In the very center of the ground, there was a winding, undulating golden river of light, seemingly alive.

That is the lifeblood of the Divine Xia Empire.

Above the nodes where the dragon vein is most concentrated, eighteen transparent crystal coffins float silently.

Each coffin is connected to the dragon vein below, and countless golden light spots flow into the body of the person inside the coffin like IV tubing.

It's very quiet here.

It was so quiet that the only sound could be the footsteps of Zhang Daoxuan's soaked cloth shoes on the jade floor.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Every step felt like stepping on his heart.

Zhang Daoxuan's gaze slowly swept over the coffins.

In the first coffin lay a woman who looked to be only in her early twenties.

She wore tattered red armor, with a horrific penetrating wound in her chest. Even after a century of slumber, the wound still emanated a chilling aura of darkness.

That was a hundred years ago, during the Battle of Blood Twilight, when one man single-handedly defended the nation's borders for three days and three nights, risking his life to kill two alien demigods.

The Valkyrie Jiang Hongyi, finally exhausted and on the verge of death.