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

The defensive barrier that the mages had prepared to use to take everyone down with them lost its target, and the once densely packed fighting crowd on the battlefield was now mostly empty.

Anyone wearing the uniform of the United States was instantly vaporized.

The world fell into complete silence.

Apart from the howling sea breeze and the churning of the seawater filling the vacuum vortex, there was no longer any sound of war.

There was no explosion, no chanting of spells, and no screams of agony before death.

The entire battlefield, stretching for dozens of miles, became deserted, with only the soldiers of the Xuanyuan Legion maintaining their various offensive and defensive combat postures.

They stared at the empty space ahead, their minds going into a long, blank state.

Everyone was stunned.

Is that all?

That well-equipped combined fleet almost tore the entire southeastern defense line apart.

There wasn't even a sound, and it's all gone?

Ten thousand meters above the ground, Xuan Yuanchen stared in disbelief at everything happening below.

His body had been rapidly restored to life under the nourishment of that mysterious power, and his broken bones had reconnected.

The parched source was replenished once more.

But his heart rate at that moment.

However, it was even more intense than when he faced the attack of five saints alone just now.

He fought his entire life and witnessed all sorts of world-destroying forbidden martial arts techniques.

But this completely illogical method of killing utterly overturned his understanding.

Xuan Yuanchen's lips trembled violently; he wanted to say something to the mysterious black-robed youth standing in front of him.

Whether it's expressing gratitude or inquiring about the other person's identity.

But he felt his throat was terribly dry and couldn't squeeze out a single word.

However, at that moment, the black-robed youth's originally upright figure...

Suddenly, it trembled violently.

He abruptly raised his left hand and covered his chest.

At the same time, his body, which had been solid, began to flicker very noticeably.

The edges of his limbs became blurred, and his body sometimes turned into a translucent phantom and sometimes returned to solidity.

It's like a projection with poor signal reception, which could disappear completely in this space at any moment.

"call……"

After a moment, the young man in black robes returned to normal and let out a long sigh of relief.

He ignored Xuan Yuanchen's shock.

They didn't offer a single word of comfort to their compatriots who had narrowly escaped death below.

He simply withdrew his gaze, and his body began to feel ethereal.

It disappeared again.

His departure was as unexpected as his arrival.

They left with extreme decisiveness, without the slightest hesitation.

High in the sky, only the faint ripples of a solitary figure remained.

Xuanyuan Chen stared blankly at the void that had returned to normal, the sea breeze blowing on his face.

It brought a very real coolness.

It wasn't until cheers erupted from the defensive positions below that the old general snapped out of his shock.

He took a deep breath and straightened his back.

Ignoring his tattered armor, he turned with utmost solemnity toward the spot where the black-robed youth had vanished.

Raise your right hand.

salute.

……

After a long while, Xuan Yuanchen slowly descended from a height of 10,000 meters. His heavy military boots landed on the wet sand, leaving deep craters.

The seawater, mixed with a large amount of dark red blood, lapped rhythmically at my feet.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, a fierce hand-to-hand battle was taking place here.

At this moment, the entire defensive line, stretching for dozens of kilometers, was eerily quiet.

Xuanyuan Chen walked back along the defensive fortifications.

The trenches were filled with broken greatswords, shattered staffs, bows and arrows, and huge craters blasted out by various forbidden spells.

The soldiers of the Xuanyuan Legion sat slumped in twos and threes behind the bunkers that had been cut in half.

Some people were still clutching an undrawn crystal bomb in their hands, staring blankly at the empty sea, not yet recovered from the fierce battle they had just fought.

Someone was leaning against a sandbag, their eyes bloodshot, panting heavily.

They didn't even realize that their helmet had rolled into the mud.

The medical team ran back and forth on the front line, carrying high-grade hemostatic spray and gauze, hoarsely calling out to the stretcher bearers.

Xuanyuan Chen passed by them.

A company commander who had lost a leg leaned against the wall. When he saw Xuan Yuanchen walking over, he leaned on the broken rifle next to him, straightened his back, and gave a blood-stained military salute.

His voice was soft but steady: "Greetings, Legion Commander."

The surrounding soldiers gradually discovered him.

The once lifeless trenches finally showed a glimmer of life.

They saw Xuanyuan Chen standing there unharmed. The fatal wounds inflicted by the five saints had all healed, and even his breathing was very steady.

This was the greatest comfort to these low-ranking soldiers.

Xuanyuan Chen stopped and returned their greeting.

He didn't say any of those inspiring platitudes; he simply nodded vigorously, patted a few soldiers on the shoulder, and told them that the position had been held.

Then he turned around and strode towards the underground command post at the back.

The makeshift underground command post was hidden inside a partially collapsed mountain.

The heavy blast door had been grazed by a skill attack, leaving it dented and deformed in the middle.

Xuan Yuanchen pushed open the iron gate with force, and the hinges made a screeching sound.

The lights in the command post were flickering due to an unstable energy supply.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and the lingering stench of blood.

As soon as he entered, he saw several deputies cleaning up the battlefield and tallying the battle damage.

Lieutenant Li Feng was squatting in a corner among a pile of instruments, half of his face covered in blood.

His left eye was completely swollen and purple, with a long wound running from his brow bone to his ear. He was holding a roll of bandage in one hand and haphazardly wrapping it around his head.

Deputy Corps Commander Zhao Minghai sat in a chair, his left arm severed at the shoulder, the sleeve of his combat uniform hanging empty at his side.

The priest next to him was sweating profusely as he performed healing spells on his broken wound.

Zhao Minghai was in so much pain that his muscles tensed up and his teeth were clenched so tightly that he didn't utter a single groan.

Wang Changke, the deputy corps commander in charge of the frontal assault, was in the worst situation.

His thigh was pierced through by a long spear with barbs.

He thought the medical priest was too slow, so he took scissors and cut open his trouser leg, found a broken piece of wood from the corner of a table, stuffed it in his mouth and bit down on it, and gripped the spear shaft with both hands, preparing to pull out half of the spear in one go.

Although these people were severely injured, they all survived.

Hearing the heavy sound of the iron gate being pushed open, they simultaneously stopped what they were doing and looked up.

They saw Xuan Yuanchen walk in unharmed.

These tough men, who had crawled out of piles of corpses, instantly had tears in their eyes.

Wang Changke spat out the piece of wood in his mouth, completely ignoring the spear still stuck in his leg, and suddenly stood up.

Zhao Minghai pushed aside the pastor beside him and gave a military salute with his only remaining right hand.

Li Feng quickly dropped his bandages and stood at attention.