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

"minister."

The solemn voice of the intelligence chief immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Immediately activate all external propaganda channels and hidden intelligence networks in various countries."

Li Weiguo issued the order, his tone stiff and decisive: "Spread the news of the great victory on the southeastern defense line as quickly as possible."

"There's no need to hide any details, just tell the truth."

"Make a big show of it to the whole world that five ninth-tier saints from the Beacon of Light have fallen and the entire invading fleet has been annihilated!"

The intelligence chief on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned for a moment, his breath catching in his throat for half a second.

Ignoring the other person's shock, Li Weiguo continued, "Remember, when issuing the announcement, make sure to emphasize the existence of that young man in black robes."

"We absolutely do not need to actively explain who he is; the more mysterious and unfathomable he is, the better."

"Let those self-proclaimed clever foreign intelligence agencies guess and be afraid for themselves!"

"Yes! We will carry it out without hesitation!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Weiguo slammed the receiver down on the landline and let out a long sigh.

Zhang Daoxuan watched his old comrade-in-arms' swift and decisive actions.

He quickly understood his deeper intentions.

The Divine Xia Empire desperately needs an absolutely strong deterrent point right now.

The United States suffered such a huge loss this time, and didn't even understand how it died. It will definitely not dare to easily extend its claws to Sherlock Holmes again in the short term.

Meanwhile, other countries surrounded Sheikha, pouncing to take a bite.

After hearing this earth-shattering news.

They will also have to carefully consider their own worth to see if they are strong enough to be wiped out with a snap of their fingers.

Whether you call this approach "borrowing the tiger's might" or "using someone else's influence to break the deadlock," it doesn't matter.

This is the most effective move in this current deadlock.

It can buy extremely valuable strategic buffer time.

Zhang Daoxuan remained silent for a moment, then took out a specially supplied cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

A bluish-white smoke slowly drifted upwards in the dimly lit, secure room.

He stood up, walked to the window, pushed it open a crack, and looked out at the gloomy sky that still seemed to be bringing an impending storm.

"Wei Guo, your move was indeed brilliant, but also very risky."

Zhang Daoxuan's fingers, holding the cigarette, paused slightly, his voice tinged with an indescribable complexity: "This terrifying existence, completely beyond our comprehension and utterly beyond our control, has forcibly intervened in the situation!"

"We don't even know what his purpose was or what his attitude was toward humanity."

Li Weiguo also stood up and walked to the window.

The two elderly men who controlled the Sherman military stood side by side.

"yes."

Li Weiguo put his hands behind his back and replied in a deep voice, "This level of power, for some reason we don't know, would choose to help Shenxia today."

"Then one day in the future, he might turn his attention to us for some other trivial reason."

"If that time really comes, what will we use to stop it?"

The two figures appeared somewhat heavy in the dim light streaming in from the window.

This earth-shattering upheaval in the southeastern seas is a significant blow to the already precarious Divine Xia Empire.

In the short term, it seems like a very welcome and happy blessing.

But in the long run, it's really hard to say whether it will be a blessing or an irreversible disaster.

……

A temporary field hospital in the war zone on the eastern coast.

This place was originally a giant stadium, but it has now been urgently converted by the military into a wounded personnel shelter.

A torrential downpour was falling from the sky.

Military transport planes and helicopters are constantly taking off and landing on the tarmac.

The propellers whipped up a cloud of water mist.

Stretchers soaked in blood were quickly carried off the plane by logistics soldiers.

Everywhere there were hoarse roars and hurried, chaotic footsteps.

All medical staff are in a state of extreme exhaustion.

Especially the high-ranking priests who were drawn from all over the country, they had been using their healing skills for several hours in a row.

Some people even had blood flowing uncontrollably from their nostrils while casting healing spells.

The vast majority of the wounded who were brought in were ninth-level saints and eighth-level quasi-saints.

In that extremely fierce battle in the East China Sea, this group represented the pinnacle of Shenxia's fighting power.

They withstood the frenzied all-out attack of the Forbidden Water Clan with their own flesh and blood.

……

Inside a special intensive care unit deep inside the hospital.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Zhang Xinxin was standing in front of the emergency table. This senior holy priest had her hair disheveled and plastered to her forehead.

She was giving the wounded soldiers who had just been evacuated from the front lines the final first aid.

The person lying on the operating table was none other than...

It was Su Qiong, their chief of staff in the God-Slaying Army.

Zhang Xinxin looked at Su Qiong in front of her, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

She simply couldn't bear to think about this woman who was always so energetic and impulsive.

What kind of hellish scene did the East China Sea defense line experience?

At this moment, Su Qiong looked extremely miserable.

Her combat uniform had shattered into countless pieces of metal, deeply embedded in her flesh.

The most fatal wound was on the right side of her body.

There were several extremely horrifying penetrating wounds there, with the bones and organs inside clearly visible.

There was almost no patch of intact skin on his entire body.

This isn't even the worst of it.

Large patches of dark blue viscous fluid were constantly oozing from the edges of those penetrating wounds.

This is the abyssal corpse poison unique to high-ranking sea beasts of the Forbidden Water Clan.

This toxin gnawed at flesh and blood like a living thing, constantly devouring Su Qiong's remaining vitality and forcibly blocking all the healing holy light's repair.

"Sister Xin Xin, your blood pressure is still dropping. The hemostat is completely useless; your internal organs are already extensively necrotic, it's totally ineffective!"

A nearby auxiliary medical officer's voice was trembling with tears.

"Continue administering high-level recovery potions! Push in all the antidote serum!"

Zhang Xinxin gritted her teeth, her eyes burning red.

She hovered her hands directly above Su Qiong's horrific wounds.

The ten fingers continuously emitted a dazzling pure white light.

That's a high-level secret technique for the priest profession.

This is a skill that consumes an extreme amount of the caster's mental energy.

Zhang Xinxin recklessly overexerted herself in an attempt to force back the dark blue toxin.

However, the rank of the Abyss Corpse Poison was too high.

The pure white holy light made a hissing burning sound as soon as it came into contact with the poison, and was quickly devoured and assimilated.

Su Qiong's life force was like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Damn it, how could this happen?!"

Zhang Xinxin was so anxious that tears were welling up in her eyes.

In her memory, Su Qiong had always been that hot-tempered but fiercely protective "tough girl".

Su Qiong was vibrant and flamboyant back then.

Now it lies here silently, like a tattered rag doll that can hardly be pieced back together.