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

The change, or rather, the complete reversal, is still ongoing.

In the muddy trenches of the front lines, lay a commander with the rank of major.

Not long ago, his chest cavity was pierced from the front by the claws of a high-ranking siren.

In that brief but unequal hand-to-hand combat, the siren crushed his heart on the spot.

He lay in the mud mixed with seawater and the blood of his comrades, his body temperature long since gone.

But at this very moment, strange phenomena are occurring on his mutilated body.

The blood and flesh fragments that flew and scattered in the surrounding mud and water as the siren pulled away suddenly broke free from the constraints of gravity.

Drop by drop, piece by piece, they detached from the puddle and flew back towards the major's empty chest.

The shattered ventricular walls automatically sutured themselves back together, and the broken ribs made a series of cracking sounds as they were seamlessly reconnected.

The severed blood vessels were reconnected, and the dark red blood regained its vitality.

The major's previously stiff body jerked upwards suddenly.

I closed my eyes and then opened them again.

The next moment, he sat up straight from the ground and began to pant heavily.

Out of physical instinct, he instinctively covered his chest.

"I...I...I'm not dead?"

At that moment, his mind was a complete blank.

But he clearly remembered the excruciating pain of those claws piercing his skin and crushing his organs.

I also remember the despair of having my vitality instantly drained away, which still lingers in my nerve endings.

I even remember the time before I fell into darkness.

The last thing I saw was the siren's ferocious smile.

But... he lowered his head somewhat stiffly.

Where there should have been a bloody hole, there wasn't even a faint red mark left.

Even the torn special operations suit had its fibers automatically woven and bonded together.

It has been restored to its original factory flatness.

He blankly propped himself up and turned to look at the trenches not far away.

There lay a young private he had brought with him.

Just now, that recruit had half his head sliced ​​off by a high-pressure water jet.

But the major was now witnessing firsthand how the skull fragments and white brain tissue scattered on the sandbags were rapidly converging from all sides and perfectly fitting onto the private's head.

The recruit, somewhat bewildered, sat up from the ground, touched his intact helmet, and muttered to himself, "How...how am I still here? Didn't the squad leader tell me to cover the left flank?"

The next second, the private stood up decisively, picked up his equipment, and looked around with a bewildered expression.

"This...this...this..."

The major opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Not only the grassroots officers and soldiers, but also Ji Wenzhou, as the highest-ranking general on the front line, felt the impact even more deeply and was deeply moved.

His injuries had accumulated to the point that he no longer had the strength to even stand upright against the ruins. In order to stop the landing sea monsters, he burned off what little life force he had left.

My body was already on the verge of collapse.

But now he feels a powerful surge of energy flowing into his body.

The laceration healed instantly, and muscles and nerves regenerated in the severed right arm.

He clenched his fist...

The overwhelming sense of power gave him a completely unreal feeling.

"Wait... what kind of method is this?"

His eyes widened instantly as he looked around at the devastated battlefield.

But that's all!

His pupils began to tremble violently!

Looking around... all his comrades in the royal guard who had been fighting bloody battles beside him, falling one after another, and even choosing to self-destruct to buy time for the civilians to evacuate, were now all unharmed.

They gradually got up from the ground, some of them still checking the parts on their bodies.

Some people gripped their weapons tightly and adopted a defensive stance.

They were all intact, and their energy and spirit had fully recovered to their peak condition before the battle began.

They were all alive; the remnants of the God-Slaying Army were all standing here, not one missing.

Ji Wenzhou raised his head and looked up at the black-robed figure sitting in front of the red sedan chair in the sky.

"Gu... Staff Officer Gu, you..."

At this moment, he was completely shocked by the power that Gu Xu had unleashed.

……

And Gu Xu stood there quietly, suspended in mid-air, forcibly rewriting the life and death register of the entire battlefield in the simplest, most brutal, and most unreasonable way.

For the human camp, this is an incredible resurgence.

But for the arrogant and domineering army of the Forbidden Water Tribe, this was a completely incomprehensible and irresistible disaster.

Hundreds of thousands of sea monsters were crossing the dimensional rift.

They trampled over the corpses of humans and their own kind, continuing their advance towards the inland city, attempting to completely obliterate this important coastal town tonight.

But the moment that purple clock, which occupied half the sky, appeared, all progress came to an abrupt halt.

A giant monitor lizard, the size of a heavy truck, had just opened its gaping maw, its gills bulging, ready to spew highly corrosive venom onto the position.

But before the venom could leave his lips, it was forcefully pushed back down.

The monitor lizard even let out an extremely uncomfortable burp, as the venom flowed back into its venom sac.

Immediately afterwards, the monitor lizard's body began to move backward uncontrollably.

Its limbs mechanically and stiffly repeated the running motions from its previous charge, only in the opposite direction, as if playing a crude video backwards.

"Squeak squeak squeak... (What's going on?)"

The monitor lizard struggled, its tail thrashing wildly across the ground as it tried to hiss in warning.

However, rewinding time directly cut off their right to speak and their ability to act autonomously.

Whether they were low-level cannon fodder sea monsters or enormous war beasts, they could only retreat step by step back into the surging seawater, following the route they had come from.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the four demigods of the Forbidden Water Clan were experiencing a situation that filled them with immense fear.

Or rather, their nerves have become somewhat numb.

Alaya, in particular, had changed his expression from mockery and arrogance to indescribable horror.

Yes, at this moment, he felt that his demigod power had become a complete waste.

The moment Gu Xu activated the rules, he instinctively tried to communicate with the demigod domain within his body to break this spatial constraint.

The energy within his body surged violently like boiling magma, almost bursting his blood vessels.

But no matter how hard he tried, the power of those demigod rules could not penetrate even half an inch out of his body.

In other words, in front of Gu Xu, he, the supreme ruler of the deep sea, became a puppet to be manipulated at will.

The rules that this young man from Shenxia was using were far beyond the level of the demigod rules they knew.

The two are not even in the same dimension.