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

Immediately afterward, Oswald's intuition, honed through countless brushes with death, began screaming wildly in his mind.

This intuition told him with absolute certainty.

If we don't do something soon, he'll die!

Moreover, it's the kind of death where even the soul is completely erased.

Not only Osva, but also the fire mage who lost his staff, the lightning berserker with both arms severed, and the mental sorcerer bleeding from all seven orifices.

They couldn't even utter a basic cry of pain.

The only thing that could be experienced was uncontrollable, intense trembling in the air.

Oswald forcefully bit the tip of his tongue.

Stimulating his nerves with this primal, excruciating pain, he managed to wrest back a sliver of control over his body from that rigid, death-waiting state.

Escape is absolutely impossible.

The surrounding spatial laws had long been completely locked down by the opponent's unreasonable methods.

He had no choice but to speak; he had to negotiate.

This might be his last chance to live.

"Your Mightiness……"

Oswald's voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, his vocal cords were spasming violently due to excessive tension.

But he still tried to make his tone sound more confident.

"I've already seen your methods."

"We admit defeat this time, and our offensive in the southeastern sea area ends here."

"If you stop now, I swear in the name of the Divine Knights that I will immediately order the Allied Fleet to withdraw and never set foot in the waters of the Divine Xia again."

This was the maximum concession he could make within the scope of his authority.

But the young man in black robes remained standing silently in front of Xuan Yuan Chen, without any reaction.

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Oswald's fear grew stronger.

He gritted his teeth and decided to play his last card.

They attempted to use the massive state apparatus to suppress the other party's murderous intent.

"Does Your Excellency truly intend to side with Sheikha and exterminate us?"

Oswald's voice suddenly rose several decibels: "I know you're strong, even beyond the ninth rank! But do you really know what you're doing?"

"If you kill us all here today, it will mean declaring full-scale war against the United States!"

"The United States will never let you go. The Twelve Knights' revenge will relentlessly hunt down your faction."

Oswal spoke faster and faster, a bluff born of extreme panic: "That endless rage from the world's superpower, that war machine involving millions of troops—is the Divine Sheikh Empire truly prepared to bear all of this?!"

He felt that these words would have some effect.

At the level of conflict between nations, any top-tier military force must weigh the ensuing political consequences and devastating damage before resorting to lethal force.

However, he was wrong, terribly wrong.

Oswald also wanted to continue promising some war reparations.

But he was suddenly horrified to discover...

No sound could be made from his throat anymore.

Not only could he not make a sound, but the howling sea wind around him also stopped.

The sound of the waves crashing has also disappeared.

The world fell into absolute silence.

He opened his mouth, desperately trying to activate his vocal cords, only to find that the surrounding air was forcibly stripped away even the transmission of sound waves.

He couldn't even breathe; he could only flail his arms and legs in mid-air like a comical mute.

The black-robed youth's eyes, hidden beneath bandages, exuded an absolute arrogance; he didn't even want to waste a single word on these people.

Faced with absolute power, the so-called national heritage and the so-called vengeful anger are nothing but a joke that can be easily punctured.

He experienced an apocalypse a thousand times worse than what is happening now...

Why would they care about the threat from the mere beacon of the United States?

He casually raised his right hand, which was wrapped in blood-stained bandages.

He gently rubbed his fingers together in mid-air.

*Snap*

A crisp snap of fingers suddenly rang out on this battlefield that had been sealed off by silence.

The moment the snap of his fingers landed, Oswald's deep blue pupils contracted sharply.

He saw his hands begin to turn into extremely fine gray powder.

There was no energy explosion, nor any collision of the forces of nature.

It's simply the erasure of existence.

It spreads from the fingertips to the wrists, then to the arms and torso, so fast that the pain receptors don't even have time to send signals to the brain.

This renowned Divine Knight of the Beacon Kingdom vanished without a trace in less than half a second, along with the other ninth-tier saints beside him who were also in despair.

No blood was spilled, no soul remained.

Their traces in this world have been completely erased.

But this is just the beginning.

The black-robed youth's snap of his fingers was not just aimed at these few arrogance-speaking saints.

Rather, it refers to all the invaders in this sea area.

Fifty nautical miles below the coastline, there was a combined fleet consisting of more than a dozen massive steel warships.

Suddenly, an extremely strange change occurred.

The "Shield of Poseidon" that radiated magical light did not break.

The sturdy armor of the warship was not damaged by any external force.

But the very next second after the snap, the entire fleet, along with tens of thousands of elite soldiers, experienced a transparent, distorted wave on their bodies and the surface of the ships.

This fluctuation was like a giant eraser, sweeping across the entire sea surface in an unreasonable and brutal manner.

Inside the flagship's command center, the adjutant was preparing to report on the battle situation; his actions were frozen in that moment forever.

The command platform, and the entire warship, vanished into nothingness in an instant.

The massive steel behemoths, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, simply vanished from the sea.

The vacuum created by the sudden loss of the massive volume caused the surrounding seawater, which had been pushed aside, to instantly lose its obstruction and rush in wildly.

Huge white whirlpools formed on the sea surface, emitting a deafening roar.

An even more shocking scene unfolded on the coastal defense lines.

That was a true meat grinder.

The soldiers of the Xuanyuan Legion are engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the landing forces of the United States.

A berserker from the United States is raising his battle axe, ready to smash the head of the Sheikh soldier in front of him.

A mage had finished chanting the last line of the incantation, and the fireball in his hand was about to be released.

Tens of thousands of invaders, driven by a frenzy to seize the position, launched their assault.

But the moment the fingers snapped, their charge came to an end forever.

In the sight of countless Shenxia soldiers, these ferocious enemies, who were roaring one second, collapsed like sand sculptures weathered for thousands of years the next.

It turned into extremely fine dust and scattered in the wind.

The Sheikh soldier, whose head should have been cleaved in two by a battle axe, waited with his eyes closed for a long time, but did not experience any pain.

He opened his eyes somewhat dazedly, only to find that there was nothing in front of him.

His greatsword pierced forward due to inertia.

But it only hit the air.