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

"Sir!"

The three of them spoke in unison, their voices trembling slightly.

Xuan Yuanchen strode to the command table, returned a military salute, and then pulled out a relatively intact chair to sit down.

"Sit down, everyone. Let's treat the injuries first. No need for formalities."

The group then sat down again.

Li Feng took a newly printed battle damage report, walked to the table, and began to report.

"Reporting to the Legion Commander, the sea and land positions in front of the defensive line have been preliminarily cleared. All enemy signals, whether vital signs or the energy sources of the magic warships, have all been reduced to zero within the same second."

Li Feng read the data in his hand and took a deep breath: "Tens of thousands of troops on the landing site were wiped out in an instant, leaving not even a single skeleton behind."

"Aside from the previous casualties, we did not have any additional lightly wounded soldiers in that brief moment."

"The entire battlefield was cut off."

After Li Feng finished his report, a brief silence fell over the command post. Everyone was trying to process this utterly absurd reality.

After a long while, Wang Changke finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He grabbed a handful of hemostatic medicine and applied it to the edges of the wound on his leg, then tightly bound it with gauze.

He limped to the command table.

"Old Commander, please don't hide it from us anymore. Just who was that deity in the sky just now?"

His words brought out all the questions that Zhao Minghai and Li Feng had been holding in their minds.

Several pairs of eyes turned to Xuan Yuan Chen, their gazes filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

Zhao Minghai took a step forward and said urgently, "Was it Senior Wang Cang from Kunlun Mountain who made a move? Or has our command been hiding something, awakening one of the founding fathers in the Pantheon?"

He slammed his right hand on the table: "I saw it clearly on the radar just now. The magic fleet at a range of fifty nautical miles didn't even last a second."

"That's several full-strength elite fleet groups! Who else in our Divine Xia, besides those few sleeping ancestors, could do something like that?"

Li Feng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Commander, none of the brothers below are confident right now."

"If it really is a top-tier expert sent by the state, then everyone's morale will be completely boosted."

"As long as this lord is stationed in the southeast, let alone the Lighthouse Kingdom, even if all those sea monsters from the Forbidden Water Clan came rushing in, we can absolutely hold this defensive line!"

The three of them started talking at once, and their emotions became more and more agitated as they spoke.

They desperately needed Xuanyuan Chen to give them a name, a name that would give them absolute peace of mind.

The Divine Xia Empire is now facing a crisis everywhere.

We desperately need a hero like him to stabilize morale.

Xuan Yuanchen leaned back in the slightly deformed chair, looking at his brothers who had gone through thick and thin with him.

He knew very well how they felt at that moment.

In fact, when he was in heaven, he also hoped that the man in black robes was the ancestor of the Divine Xia.

They were dispatched by the state to save them.

But that is not the case.

He reached for a military water bottle on the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp of water.

The cold water flowed down his esophagus into his stomach, completely calming his mind.

"Stop, everyone."

Xuan Yuan Chen interrupted their speculation. He shook his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the three of them.

"It's not Wang Cang. Nor is it any of the seniors in the Pantheon. I don't know him."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the command post fell silent.

The only sound was the low-frequency hum of the instruments running nearby.

Wang Changke was stunned, the fervor on his face frozen in mid-air.

"How could you not recognize them? Commander, you've been in the military for almost eighty years. Even if you haven't seen any of the ninth-level saints within the borders of Shenxia Kingdom, you've at least heard of them."

"This guy wiped out those Divine Knights from Oswald with a single wave of his hand. How could someone with that level of combat power remain unknown?"

Zhao Minghai also frowned: "Yes, sir, Oswald is a top expert who has touched the threshold of the rules."

"To be able to annihilate him without him even having the power to fight back is absolutely a crushing defeat at the demigod level."

"If this person isn't the ancestor of Sherlock Holmes, how could he suddenly appear out of nowhere to help us?"

Xuan Yuanchen interlaced his fingers and placed them flat on the table.

The image of that figure covered in blood-red bandages high in the sky flashed through his mind again.

"That's exactly what I don't understand."

Xuan Yuanchen explained to them in a deep voice, "I was closest to him at the time, less than two meters behind him. I could clearly feel the life force emanating from him; he was very young."

"That kind of extremely vigorous vitality is something that those old people who lie in the dragon vein and rely on formations to feign death to prolong their lives can never possess. There is not a trace of decaying death energy on him."

Li Feng replied in shock, "A young demigod? That's even more impossible. The youngest ninth-tier saint in Divine Xia is already over forty years old."

"It's not just about being young."

Xuan Yuan Chen interrupted him, his gaze becoming more serious than ever before: "What's even more terrifying is the power he wields. Ninth-tier Saints rely on their understanding of the rules, while demigods rely on their absolute control over the rules."

"But just now, in that high altitude, I didn't sense any collision of the power of rules."

"There is no clash of magic, no burst of blood and qi, and no intimidation of spiritual power."

"When that snap of the fingers was made."

Xuan Yuanchen paused for a moment: "It's as if the causal traces of that space's existence were forcibly erased. This isn't even within the same power dimension system. It's a true erasure of existence."

The three deputies broke out in a cold sweat.

The absence of rule collision erasure is completely beyond their understanding of the power system for job changers.

"There's one more detail."

Xuan Yuanchen continued, "From his back, I sensed an extremely oppressive sense of deathly stillness. It wasn't the murderous aura that came from killing countless people on the battlefield, but rather a desolation that followed the utter destruction of everything."

"His very presence was like a giant tomb of the world. I don't think that kind of aura belongs to our time."

The underground command post fell completely silent.

The three battle-hardened deputies looked at each other, completely speechless.

A mysterious and powerful being whose life essence is young, who possesses the power to forcibly erase and exudes an aura of extreme deathly stillness.

The image they pieced together in their minds became increasingly outlandish.

If he wasn't one of Sherlock's people, then why did he save Sherlock?

Where will he go next?

No one can answer this question.

Xuanyuan Chen didn't give them much time to be shocked or overthink.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

His expression regained the iron will and decisiveness of the highest commander on the front lines.