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

Xuanyuan Chen didn't speak, but just stared intently at the other person.

He gripped the broken stick tightly with his only remaining right hand, tossed his disheveled white hair behind his head, and looked as fierce as a wounded lone wolf.

"However, that's all for now."

Oswald shrugged, casually twirling his gun. "Look down there. Your soldiers are being slaughtered, your lines are crumbling. What's the point of you risking your life here?"

He pointed to the sea beneath his feet, which was now stained red with blood.

"Xuanyuan Chen, you are a talented person. As long as you surrender and swear allegiance to the Lighthouse, I can plead with Lord Adam to spare your life."

Oswar's tone was seductive, as if he were giving alms to a beggar: "You've seen it yourself, this time it's not just us. The Forbidden Water Clan, the Elves, the South Indian Kingdom... the whole world is targeting you."

"This wrecked ship is already sinking; why do you want to go down with it?"

Upon hearing these words, the four attackers around the Saint also stopped what they were doing.

They all looked at Xuan Yuanchen with amusement, waiting for this veteran of Shenxia to break down.

however.

Their response was a sneer.

"hehe……"

Xuan Yuanchen lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and let out a hoarse and husky laugh.

Then, he suddenly raised his head.

On that blood-stained old face, there was no fear, no wavering, only a kind of madness and mockery that made Oswald's heart tremble.

"To be buried with them?"

"Pooh!"

Xuan Yuanchen spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs. The blood foam flew straight towards Oswa like a sharp arrow. Although it was blocked by the opponent's protective aura, it was undoubtedly an extreme humiliation.

"Foreign devils, aren't you overestimating yourselves?"

Xuan Yuanchen straightened his somewhat hunched back. Although his aura was weak, it was like a volcano about to erupt, exuding a resolute determination to perish together with his enemies.

"Our divine Xia has existed for ten thousand years, and the calamities we have endured are longer than the history of your nation!"

"You want me to surrender?"

Xuanyuan Chen raised the broken stick in his hand, pointing it directly at Oswald's forehead: "If I even flinch, I don't deserve the Xuanyuan surname!"

"If you want to cross this sea, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

"and……"

Xuan Yuan Chen grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with blood, his smile ferocious: "You really think I gave you my half-life for nothing?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Oswald's expression suddenly changed.

Among the four saints who had been watching the play,

A saint skilled in wind magic suddenly let out a piercing scream.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a thin line of water, as fine as a hair, had appeared on the chest of the wind-elemental saint.

The water line, though seemingly weak, embodies Xuan Yuan Chen's highest understanding of the "rules of water"—dripping water wears away stone.

puff!

The saint's body exploded instantly, half of his body was shredded into pieces by the hidden force, and even his soul was severely injured.

"Damn it! That old bastard had a trick up his sleeve!"

The other three saints were terrified and retreated hastily, their initial contempt instantly turning into horror.

They never expected that, in this seemingly hopeless situation, Xuan Yuan Chen would still be able to severely injure one person!

Although he wasn't killed on the spot, the wind-elemental saint was clearly crippled and had lost his fighting ability.

Oswala's relaxed and carefree expression vanished completely at that moment.

He looked at the old man, who was swaying precariously but still held firmly in the air like a nail, and felt an unprecedented sense of irritation, as well as... a chill that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Are these Sherlock soldiers?

Even at this point, instead of collapsing, he was still thinking about how to bite back.

Oswald isn't stupid.

As a seasoned knight of divine revelation, he knew all too well how terrifying this kind of opponent was.

This kind of person cannot be kept around.

Absolutely can't stay!

If every saint in Sheikha is as troublesome as this old man, then even if the United States wins this war, it will pay an unacceptably heavy price.

"very good."

Oswald took a deep breath and spat out the cigar from his mouth.

The fiery red cigarette butt traced an arc in the air before falling into the sea below, like a signal that the curtain was about to fall.

"Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish to uphold your loyalty."

Oswald slowly raised the two pistols in his hands.

This time, he wasn't just firing carelessly.

The two silver revolvers began to glow with dazzling starlight.

Countless complex runes flowed across the gun, and the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand this power, beginning to crack and shatter.

That was his signature move, a deadly strike with a "judgment" quality.

"Divine Revelation: Noon Has Arrived."

Oswald's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Everyone, attack together!"

"Don't give him a chance to self-destruct, chop him into mincemeat!"

At Oswal's command, the remaining three saints, though still shaken, had no choice but to grit their teeth and press forward under orders.

In a short time.

Flames, thunder, curses, spear strikes.

Four powerful forces, each capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, simultaneously locked onto Xuan Yuan Chen's body from four blind spots.

There is no escape route.

There were no reinforcements.

Under the overwhelming light of destruction, Xuan Yuanchen's aged figure appeared so small and so lonely.

But he didn't dodge.

The old man, who had guarded the sea gate for Shenxia his whole life, simply raised the shattered weapon in his hand!

What does death feel like?

Xuan Yuanchen has killed many people in his life and has also seen many comrades fall in front of him.

He once held his adjutant, whose intestines spilled out, in the muddy trenches, listening to the young man cry out for his mother in his final moments; he also once watched countless sea monsters tear elite soldiers to shreds in the deep sea whirlpools, their blood staining the entire sea red.

He always thought that when it was his turn, he would be angry, resentful, or at least a little afraid.

But when that moment truly arrived, when the terrifying energy, powerful enough to annihilate him into an atomic state, rushed towards him, all that remained in his heart was a strange calm.

It was like finally being relieved of a burden that had been carried for decades.

Yeah.

Xuan Yuanchen sighed softly in his heart.

This broken body had long since reached its limit; every bone was in pain, and every meridian felt like a dried-up riverbed.

If it weren't for his strong sense of responsibility to protect his homeland, he would have been an old man lying in a sanatorium waiting to die long ago.

Dying on the battlefield, dying on the way to the front, is not a disgrace to the surname Xuanyuan.

only……

Pity.

A trace of regret flashed across his cloudy old eyes.

He failed to protect this sea, failed to wait for the little guy named Gu Xu to grow up, and failed to witness the day when Divine Xia returned to the top of the world.

"bring it on!"

The old man let out a silent roar of anger.

He did not back down, nor did he close his eyes and wait to die.

Even if he dies, he'll drag these guys down with him!

But... in that very instant...

The flow of time... seems to have slowed down!