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

It was clear to the naked eye that his military cap was nowhere to be seen, and his hair was in a disheveled state.

He held a stack of freshly printed military high-altitude reconnaissance photos in his hand.

Ignoring the surprised looks from the crowd, the chief of staff rushed to the conference table and slammed the stack of photos he was holding onto the large surface.

The photos were scattered and clearly displayed before all the knights of revelation.

"Gentlemen, let's stop discussing how Lord Oswald died in battle."

The Chief of the General Staff's voice was unusually unpleasant, and his eyes held an undisguised look of fear.

He pointed to the photos on the table: "Based on the burst of images our satellite captured a minute ago, it wasn't just Oswa and those four saints who were involved in the accident."

Adam grabbed the two photos closest to him.

The timestamp on the first photo shows ten seconds before the incident.

In the scene, massive steel warships are arranged in a tactical fan shape, their surfaces gleaming with energy shields representing their full defensive capabilities. On the mudflats near the shore, densely packed landing forces from the United States are launching an assault.

Everything seemed so unstoppable.

Adam then turned his gaze to the second photograph.

The timestamp shows that the interval between this photo and the previous one is less than a second.

The moment I saw the second photo.

Adam's pupils contracted sharply.

The other knights in the conference room also picked up the scattered photos.

Immediately afterwards, a suffocating silence completely enveloped the room that symbolized the highest power in the beacon nation.

In the second photo.

There was no fire from a sunken warship.

Spatial cracks left after an irregular collision.

There were no wreckage and corpses scattered across the sea.

There was nothing there.

The sea surface that was originally occupied by more than a dozen steel behemoths is now completely empty.

The only reason for this is that the massive white whirlpool was formed by the sudden disappearance of its enormous size, causing seawater to back up.

On the mudflats near the sea, tens of thousands of elite soldiers are charging forward.

They also vanished without a trace.

Only the soldiers of the Xuanyuan Legion of the Shenxia Empire remained, maintaining a defensive posture and standing alone in place.

This is not just a battle, it cannot even be called a battle.

This is erasure.

The Chief of the General Staff rested his hands on the table, looking at the stunned group of Divine Knights, and uttered the words that completely shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

"Our fleet, along with warships, magical equipment, and a full 50,000 elite naval personnel."

"In less than a second, together with His Excellency Oswald, we vanished from this world...."

The photo in Adam's hand silently slipped onto the table.

This is the strongest knight of the Beacon Kingdom, who has always been strategizing and planning.

At that moment, I finally felt a layer of cold sweat seeping out on my back.

At this point, the saints in the conference room were completely unsettled.

"This...this can't be, right?"

"Those are 50,000 heavily armed elite naval personnel! Each one has at least one set of epic-level equipment!"

"Don't forget! There are also five magic-class warships! Even a saint would need some means to break through the energy barriers on those ships!"

"Fake! This is definitely fake news!"

"That's right! It must be some kind of large-scale illusion barrier created by the Sheikha military! They've covered the sea!"

In an instant, the once calm saints became like elderly men and women arguing with vendors over two cents in a vegetable market.

"That's enough!"

A moment later, Mira let out a soft groan, braced herself on the table with both hands, and stood up abruptly.

"Can you please use your brain? Do you think data captured by supercomputing centers and military spy satellites can be fooled by mere illusions?"

"That's a true physical erasure!"

"You've lived in this world for decades, even centuries. Have you ever seen any illusion that could erase the life signal of a knight of divine revelation like Oswald?"

A lightning-type knight in the corner slammed his fist on the armrest of the chair he was sitting on.

The metal components, made entirely of steel, were severely deformed on the spot.

He gritted his teeth and retorted, "Then what do you call this?"

"Could it be that Sheikha used some kind of suicidal, concept-level nuclear weapon? Did they directly collapse the dimension of that space, taking our people with them?"

"That's absolutely impossible."

Beside him, the Chief of the General Staff shook his head: "If it were a collapse of spatial dimensions, the speed of the seawater backflow, the amplitude of the waves, and the surrounding energy radiation values ​​would not match up at all."

"This wiping was so thorough that not a single trace was left behind, and even the coastal positions of Shenxia, ​​which were only a few kilometers away, were not substantially affected."

"What kind of weapon has eyes and kills only enemies on a large scale indiscriminately!"

All of these people present are genuine peak-level Saints.

They enjoy the best resources in the United States and are only one step away from the legendary demigod realm.

Each of them is a top-tier ruthless individual who rose through the ranks from the bottom, fighting their way up over the corpses of countless powerful figures.

What kind of terrifying scenes haven't they seen?

What kind of life-or-death situations haven't they experienced?

Even when facing invasion by alien races.

Even when higher-dimensional secret realms appeared, we were never afraid.

But at this moment, faced with just a few thin reconnaissance photos, they really couldn't stay calm.

Because of the process and outcome of this event.

This has completely exceeded their understanding of the power system of professionals over the past few decades or even centuries.

They were able to eliminate Oswald, a knight who had mastered the rules of judgment, without even giving him a chance to make a move.

This means that the other party can also be in the same situation.

He could easily defeat anyone present.

The ability to silently and instantly wipe out an army of 50,000 and an entire high-tech magic fleet is a horrifying method that seems to defy all logic and reason.

The argument in the meeting room grew louder and louder, turning into complete chaos.

Some advocate immediately activating a state of red alert, unleashing all the hidden mythical trump cards in the US bunkers at Sherlock Holmes, in a desperate, all-or-nothing struggle.

"Quiet!"

After a long while, a deep voice rang out from the top of the long table.

Adam slowly raised his right hand.

The moment those words were uttered, the entire conference room fell silent.

Everyone shut their mouths.

He turned to look at the strongest member of the Divine Knights.

Adam looked away from the glaring photos on the table.

He coldly swept his gaze over everyone present.

"Everyone, let's face reality."

"Oswald is indeed dead, and our Southeast Combined Fleet is indeed gone."

He sat back in the large leather seat, his hands clasped together in front of him.

This subtle gesture, made in an effort to remain calm, somewhat concealed the cold sweat seeping from his palms.