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

Gu Xu turned to look at himself beside him.

The young man in black robes raised his head, meeting the gaze from the sky that seemed capable of crushing everything.

Zhang's face, wrapped in bandages, showed no fear and no sign of backing down.

Instead, he revealed an extremely cold and stern smile.

That smile was filled with a madness that had been suppressed for countless eras.

"Finally, they're willing to get involved themselves?"

The black-robed youth's voice wasn't loud, yet it eerily drowned out all the violent, rumbling sounds of the rules in this world.

He slowly raised his scarred hand and pointed to the giant eyes in the sky.

The energy within the body began to surge wildly in a destructive manner.

"Today, you're not leaving!!!"

As soon as the black-robed youth finished speaking, he stopped looking at the giant eyes in the sky and instead raised his bandaged hands flat.

The temperature of the surrounding space dropped to below absolute freezing point in that instant.

Boundless black mist surged out from beneath his tattered boots, spreading outwards like a flood bursting its banks.

Gu Xu was all too familiar with the smell of this black mist; it was the aura of the Calamity Domain belonging to the ancient lords.

However, the intensity of this aura was countless times purer than the domain that Gu Xu currently possessed.

It was so heavy that it could crush the void.

Within this churning black mist, familiar figures began to slowly emerge.

The first thing to emerge was a dilapidated Styx palanquin, its wooden frame rotten and blackened, surrounded by gusts of chilling wind.

The sedan curtain was lifted by a pale hand, and a strange bride in a red dress slowly walked into reality.

Her blood-red wedding dress was so dark it was almost black, and the hem trailed on the ground, leaving mottled bloodstains.

The aura of resentment emanating from her caused ripples to spread across the otherwise solid space around her.

Immediately following, accompanied by a jarring, unsettling cough, a gigantic rat in a tattered cloak emerged, leaning on a bone cane.

Tuqi's hair was sparser than Gu Xu had imagined, and the exposed pustules continuously dripped yellowish-green venom.

The venom fell onto the dark earth of the moon's shadow, hissing instantly and corroding the ground into bottomless pits, filling the air with deadly germs and miasma.

In the sky, the black mist was pushed aside by a brute force.

A fleshy ball, larger than a city wall, descended upon the battlefield.

Those are the eyes of the past.

Its tentacles at the bottom were dozens of times thicker than those summoned by Gu Xu, and were covered with barbs that flashed with lightning.

The purple nebula in the center of the single eye is slowly rotating.

It possesses terrifying energy capable of instantly dismantling a nation.

Finally, heavy footsteps, like an avalanche, came from the deepest part of the black fog.

Old Black, a tomb keeper who was five or six meters tall, with a hunched back, carried the stone coffin wrapped with thick black chains on his back and a rusty bronze lantern, stepping out of the void step by step.

The flame in the lantern in his hand had turned a ghostly blue.

As he walked, the faint sound of a twilight funeral bell echoed through the air.

Looking at these servants of calamity, each with its own unique form, Gu Xu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

These four summoned creatures, in terms of both appearance and the oppressive aura they exude, are fundamentally different from my current servants of calamity.

They seem to have undergone some kind of complete transformation through endless killing and the passage of time.

That level has long since broken through the framework of this world.

However, this is not the end.

The spread of the black fog did not stop; instead, it intensified.

What happened next completely stunned Gu Xu.

After the familiar calamities of the Bride and Twitch, a teeth-grinding grinding sound once again emanated from the depths of the black fog.

An extremely large stone giant rose from the ground.

It is over 100 meters tall and is made entirely of an unknown dark gray rock.

His body was covered with thick moss and dried, black, sticky blood.

The statue's face had no features, only a huge black vortex that was constantly spewing out a destructive storm mixed with sharp fragments of rock.

It was just a stop, like an insurmountable giant fortress.

Above the head of this giant stone statue, black mist surged violently, and countless enormous crows circled around it.

These crows, comparable in size to small fighter jets, swarmed in layers, blotting out the sky and completely sealing off the already gloomy and oppressive heavens.

Each crow has three eyes that burn with green flames, and its feathers are as hard as steel.

With each flap of its wings, a highly corrosive black liquid dripped down.

The black mist continued to churn, and a headless knight carrying a giant rusty guillotine rode out on horseback.

He rode a gaunt, undead warhorse whose chest was ablaze with ghostly fire.

The headless horseman wore tattered heavy tower shield armor, and a ball of eerie blue soul fire burned at the clean cut of his neck.

The guillotine blade in his hand, which was larger than his entire body, still had the fresh intestines of an unknown creature hanging from it.

On the other side of the headless horseman, the earth trembled, and a massive mountain of flesh, stitched together from countless severed limbs, slowly crawled out.

This mountain of flesh has no eyes or nose, only mouths filled with all sorts of creatures.

Those mouths were opening and closing in unison, emitting an ancient chant with an extremely low frequency.

In addition, at the edge of the black mist, there was a giant white bone dragon that coiled almost halfway up the sky, its bones crystal clear yet exuding an aura of extreme death.

And... one after another... densely packed, seemingly endless!

Gu Xu stood there, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Are these... are these things that I summoned in the future?

He had always known that the profession of Lord of the Old Ones had unlimited potential for growth.

But when that potential truly materialized into a calamity legion capable of flattening the world, he still felt a strong shock.

How many forbidden zones did my future self pass through, and how many indescribable monsters did I devour?

Only then could they accumulate such a terrifying fortune over the long course of time!

Any one of these Calamity Servants, if randomly selected and thrown into the present real world, would be enough to make those self-proclaimed top-tier ninth-order Saints feel despair.

Just as Gu Xu's mind was racing, the strange bride standing beside the black-robed youth suddenly made some movements.

This future version of the Bride of the Undead not only achieved a leap in strength, but she also seems to have rediscovered or preserved more of her human emotions during this long period of time.

She turned slightly, her pale yet stunningly beautiful face facing Gu Xu.

Their gazes met through the black mist in the air.

The tears in the corners of the bride's eyes had long since disappeared.

She gazed quietly at her husband, who seemed somewhat inexperienced at this point in time, a gentle smile curving her lips.

This smile lacked the deep-seated madness she displayed when facing enemies.

There was no resentment or malice that wanted to drag all living beings into hell.

Instead, it carries a touch of warmth and relief, like reuniting with an old friend after a long separation.

She didn't speak, but that smile that transcended time and space said it all.