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

Clearly, the over-sixty-year-old minister couldn't hold back his anger any longer: "In dungeon battles, life and death are a matter of fate! Singh was outmatched and got killed; he deserved it!"

"This is considered a reason? This can be used as an excuse to declare war?!"

Li Weiguo understood, of course.

The so-called "murder of the prodigy" is nothing more than a fig leaf for the South Indian Kingdom.

What they really wanted was to take advantage of Sherlock being besieged from multiple sides.

They tore a chunk of flesh from the wounded dragon.

"besides……"

Zhang Zhen looked at the furious Li Weiguo, hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and continued, "Besides, the situation in the East China Sea... may be worse than we think."

Upon hearing the words "East China Sea," Li Weiguo instantly calmed down.

He turned his head and stared intently at Zhang Zhen: "What do you mean?"

"According to the latest intelligence just transmitted from the front lines, although Senior Ye Nantian displayed his divine power, single-handedly intimidating the entire scene, in the recent clash, the Forbidden Water Clan..."

Zhang Zhen's voice became extremely dry: "Besides the known Alaya, three more demigod-level auras have appeared."

"That means there are at least four demigods of the Forbidden Water Clan currently appearing on the East China Sea battlefield!"

"Moreover, the General Staff's top AI, after calculation and analysis, believes that this is likely not all of their trump cards. High-energy reactions are still fluctuating deep within the abyss rift."

"Four demigods..."

Li Weiguo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his body swayed violently.

The Alaya-vijnana alone was enough to force Elder Ye to burn his life force to fight against it.

Four have arrived now?

There might even be a demigod as a backup plan?

"The only good news might be from the northwest."

Zhang Zhen took a deep breath and pointed to the upper left corner of the map, where the previously dense red dots were slowly receding: "The elves of the Hengduan Mountains have suddenly stopped their attack for some reason, and even show signs of retreating."

"but……"

Zhang Zhen changed the subject: "Li Suyuan, the commander of the Qiongqi Legion, sent an urgent telegram. He believes this matter is very strange. The elves have always been cunning and extremely greedy."

"At such a critical juncture for Sheikha, they have no reason to give up this piece of meat."

"Commander Li suspected that this might be a trap, or... that they were brewing some bigger conspiracy. So he dared not make any rash moves and could only hold his ground, unable to send troops to support other war zones."

Li Weiguo fell silent.

The hall was deathly silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and their eyes were fixed on the old man.

This is the current situation.

The East Sea is facing annihilation as four alien demigods press in.

Along the border, powerful enemies lurk, and war has already begun.

Domestic military strength is stretched thin, and many of our trump cards have already been played.

Could it be...?

Li Weiguo raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick rain curtain, looking towards the distant Kunlun Mountains and then towards those top-secret bases buried deep underground.

His voice trembled slightly, carrying an indescribable sense of tragic grandeur.

"Are we really going to have all the Night Watchers, who have guarded the Abyss for so many years, abandon the passage they've suppressed and mobilize them all?"

Everyone knows the consequences of doing that.

Once the Night's Watch leaves, the deeper terrors suppressed beneath the land of Sanctuary, the true hell, will likely return to the world in an instant.

At that time, it will be a true hell on earth.

But if we don't use this last trump card... Sherlock might really be in big trouble.

For a time, this iron-fisted minister, who had held military power in Shenxia for decades, was...

They are caught in an unprecedented struggle.

Splash...

At that moment, the rain outside the window started pouring down even harder.

……

The rain in Longjing had been falling for hours, while in the distant Europa Federation, the sky above the Covenant Cathedral was also shrouded in leaden-gray clouds.

This magnificent building, which is said to be closest to the gods, is now exuding a suffocating and chilling aura.

The hymns inside the church had long since ceased, replaced by an utter stillness.

Gregory, trailing a long red robe, trod on the marble floor, his footsteps echoing in the empty hall, sounding particularly jarring.

He did not linger in the main hall, but instead walked towards a very hidden secret door behind the altar.

With triple verification of fingerprints, voiceprints, and mental power.

The heavy stone door slowly opened, revealing a spiral staircase extending downwards.

Deep underground, the air was damp and cold, carrying a musty smell.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the Cathedral of the Holy Covenant, and also the darkest corner of the European Papacy—the dungeon of sin.

Gregory walked into a circular altar in the heart of the dungeon, where Templar Knights, wielding heavy swords, were already standing.

Their eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion, like a group of killing machines.

In the center of the altar, dozens of men, women, and children huddled together.

Their clothes were luxurious, but at this moment they looked utterly disheveled.

These people were all direct relatives of Augustus.

"Your Majesty! Why? Our family has dedicated three generations of loyalty to the Holy See!"

An older man, Augustus's biological father, struggles bound by chains.

At this moment, the voice was filled with despair.

Gregory stopped and looked down at him.

There was no anger on that old face; instead, there was a smile that was so compassionate it sent chills down your spine.

"My child, loyalty needs to be proven with results."

Gregory's voice was soft, yet clearly audible throughout the underground palace: "Augustus has failed. He not only lost the Church's mythical artifact, but also trampled on the dignity of the Holy Light."

"Most importantly, his soul was devoured by that demon."

Gregory's eye twitched slightly at the mention of the word "devour".

He will never forget the gaping maw of abyss that Gu Xu had opened up in the live broadcast.

That was not just murder; it was an absolute denial of the rules of the Vatican.

"Now that he has become part of that monster, you, as his blood relatives, have an obligation to help him break free."

Gregory turned around, opened his arms, and looked at the twelve massive bronze pillars surrounding the altar: "Use your lives to curse that plunderer."

"This is the last thing you can do for Europa."

"No! You're insane! This is heresy!"

Augustus's father roared, but his voice was quickly drowned out by a low incantation.

The twelve cardinals in their robes stepped forward simultaneously, each clutching a dark gold legal code.

As the incantation was chanted, the runes around the altar began to glow with an eerie red light.

This red light was completely different from the golden holy light above the church; it was filled with chaos, curses, and an aura of death.