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

"It's probably an environmental debuff inherent to this inner area."

Gu Xu secretly speculated in his heart.

After all, in such advanced areas, to increase the difficulty, the world rules often set up all sorts of disgusting environmental auras.

For example, the previous Broken Icefield had an "extreme cold" freezing effect.

The fact that the "Starfall Wilderness - Silver Moon Flower Garden" here has a curse aura that causes continuous damage is quite reasonable.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Gu Xu curled his lip in disdain, completely ignoring the blood-red skull icon.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Gu Xu stood up from the ghost sedan chair, his black trench coat fluttering in the starlight.

He didn't glance at the status bar again, but instead waved his hand and pointed to the dazzling Milky Way in the distance.

"Men, the final stop is just ahead."

"Whether they're knights from some beacon of light or some random genius, anyone who dares to block our way will be sent back to their hometown!"

"This grassland looks quite large, but we don't have time to look at the stars here."

"Full speed ahead! Destination—Silver Moon Mountain!"

"yes!"

Lei Zhen and the others roared in unison, their voices echoing across the wilderness.

By now, they were no longer the timid and hesitant newbies they were when they first entered the dungeon.

Having fought their way here with Gu Xu, they too had become tainted with a chilling aura of menace.

The twenty-person squad quickly dispersed, forming a combat formation to protect the Styx Ghost Carriage.

"Lift the sedan chair—!"

Accompanied by the ghost bride's cold yet somewhat melancholic low moan, the ghost sedan chair rose again.

……

Unlike the star-studded, dreamlike grassland of the Silver Moon Realm.

The Blue Star appears in the southeastern sea area of ​​the Divine Xia Empire.

This place has long since become a battlefield.

The once vast and blue sea was now covered by a nauseating dark red.

That wasn't a reflection of the sunset, but countless corpses, blood, and the shattered remains of warships.

The deathly hues were created by the waves crashing against the shore.

Rumble—!

The thunderous explosions of skills never ceased for a moment.

About fifty nautical miles from the coastline, there were more than a dozen massive steel ships, each as large as a moving island.

They are arranged in a fan shape.

These warships are adorned with the glaring logo of the United States.

Each warship's surface was covered by a light blue hexagonal energy shield.

That is the magical technology that the Lighthouse Nation is so proud of—"Poseidon's Shield".

Opposite these steel behemoths stood the Xuanyuan Legion, one of the elite legions under the Supreme Command of the Shenxia Empire.

They are putting up a desperate resistance, relying on the coastal fortifications.

"Hold on, mage raid! Use all your mana potions! Don't stop!"

"Where's the barrier? The barrier's shattered! Rebuild it quickly! Don't let those skills land!"

On the Xuanyuan Legion's position, roars and screams rose and fell.

Countless job changers, clad in standard armor, their eyes bloodshot, wielded their staffs and weapons to the extreme.

Fireballs, ice spikes, and lightning rained down on the opposing combined fleet.

However, these magical torrents, powerful enough to destroy a city, stopped when they touched the pale blue "Shield of the Sea God".

However, it did not cause too many casualties.

In contrast, the Beacon Nation's fleet, with each flash of its dark cannon muzzles, spewed out magical beams carrying the law of destruction.

puff!puff!

The beam of light swept across the sea surface, instantly evaporating the seawater and leaving behind deep, bottomless trenches.

The Xuanyuan Legion warriors who were grazed by the beam of light didn't even have time to scream before they were vaporized, leaving not a single bone fragment behind.

This is the result of all the Sherlock legions supporting the East Sea.

Although the Xuanyuan Legion was brave, it lost the protection of its top-level combat power and the fact that most of its main force went to support the East China Sea.

When faced with an invasion of the scale of the United States, their flesh and blood appeared so fragile.

The sea breeze howled, carrying a heavy, salty, and gunpowder-like smell that sent chills down one's spine.

If the battle on the sea was brutal, then the duel ten thousand meters in the air was a breathtaking display of despair.

That place belongs to the saints.

The sky seemed to have been shattered, presenting a strange and distorted appearance.

Multicolored, regular rays of light collided wildly in the clouds.

Each impact triggers a terrifying shockwave that shakes the sea surface.

"Cough...cough cough..."

A violent cough, accompanied by golden blood, emanated from the center of that chaotic storm of rules.

Xuanyuan Chen, a veteran ninth-tier saint who has been in charge of the defense of the southeastern sea area for decades and is known as the "Southeast Sea-Suppressing Pillar".

At this moment, it is like a kite with a broken string, staggering backward in the air.

However, at this moment, he

The once imposing legion commander's armor was now tattered, revealing the torn flesh and bare bones beneath.

His left arm hung limply at his side, clearly completely useless.

On his chest, a bullet hole, clear from front to back, was emitting a burnt smell.

Those were marks left by some extremely powerful firearm.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Xuan Yuanchen gasped for breath, each breath accompanied by a hissing sound from his lungs, like a broken bellows.

The long staff in his hand, which had been his "stabilizing force" for half his life, had also broken off.

It was covered with shocking cracks.

And opposite him.

Five figures exuding a terrifying aura were forming a semi-encirclement, looking at the old man who was already at his last gasp with a mocking expression.

Those are five ninth-tier Saints!

They were either wielding staffs or riding magical beasts. Although they also had wounds, they were in much better condition than Xuan Yuan Chen.

And right in the center of these four people, the man who floated in the air like the moon surrounded by stars was completely unharmed.

He wore a wide-brimmed black cowboy hat, an extremely retro Western cowboy coat, and tall leather boots studded with various gemstones.

He even had a burning cigar dangling from his mouth.

Oswald Yerdrin.

One of the twelve Divine Knights of the Lighthouse Nation, codenamed "Wilderness Ranger".

He was also the supreme commander of this invasion of the southeastern seas.

"Is this the backbone of Sherlock?"

Oswald reached out and adjusted the brim of his hat, his sharp blue eyes, like those of a hawk, revealing a nonchalant disdain.

In his other hand, he was toying with an oversized silver revolver.

The gun barrel was still emitting wisps of smoke.

Clearly, the horrifying hole in Xuan Yuan Chen's chest was the work of this gun.

"Old man, I must say, you're pretty resilient."

Oswal exhaled a smoke ring, his voice, amplified by the power of the rules, clearly resonating throughout the entire sea: "To survive half an hour of our combined attack without dying, you'd be considered one of the best even within the Divine Knights."