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

The thought popped into Gu Xu's mind.

What should be drawn in the blank areas above those scrolls?

What kind of thing is so high that even gods have to kneel down and worship it?

Moreover... those blank spaces don't look like they've faded due to age.

Although the surrounding scenery had also faded, at least lines and color blocks remained, but that particular spot was completely clean, without a trace.

Either the person who drew it did so intentionally, or it was erased after it was drawn.

Both of these possibilities are quite interesting.

Gu Xu originally wanted to take a closer look at the scroll at the back, but time didn't give him that chance.

Because something happened at the end of the corridor.

To be precise, it wasn't an accident—it was a job offer.

About 150 meters ahead in the corridor, dozens of blue lights suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Those points of light are not lamps.

It's an eye.

Blue phosphorescent light danced in the hollow eye sockets, illuminating the cold metallic surfaces around them.

Gu Xu peeked through the gap in the sedan curtain, and the control panel popped up automatically.

[Monster Name: Netherworld Warrior - Temple Guardian]

[Level: 90 (Elite)]

[HP: 24,800,000/24,800,000]

Level 90.

I've finally reached 90.

They were a level higher than the level 88 grunts at the city gate.

The health points also increased dramatically—to 24.8 million.

But what caught Gu Xu's attention wasn't the level, but the way these monsters were arranged.

Thirty-six Yellow Spring Warriors.

They didn't swarm forward like the monsters before them.

Instead, they arranged themselves into formations.

The front row consists of twelve people, all holding shields.

The shields were not made of wood, but of some kind of dark gray metal, with intricate patterns engraved on their surfaces.

The twelve shields were perfectly joined together across the width of the corridor.

They formed a complete shield wall.

Behind the shield wall is the middle row.

The eight in the middle row are holding long spears.

The spear tip peeked out from the gap between the shields, its shaft wreathed in faint blue light patterns.

These spears were clearly not ordinary physical weapons—the frequency of the light patterns matched the phosphorescent flames in their eye sockets.

The next row is the back row.

The twelve in the back row all held bows.

The bowstring was fully drawn, and the arrowhead burned with an icy blue flame.

The twelve arrows pointed in the direction of the corridor entrance—which was also the direction of Gu Xu.

And in the very center of the entire formation.

There stood four men, each a size larger than the other martial artists.

These four are dressed differently from ordinary martial artists.

They wore helmets with two iron horns on their heads, their armor had more intricate patterns, and they had a string of prayer beads of unknown material hanging from their waists.

Four commanders—if you can call them that—are continuously casting some kind of spell.

Gu Xu could see a pale blue light emanating from them, covering all the martial artists around them.

The armor of the warriors covered in the armor seemed to have become slightly brighter.

The weapon in his hand also had an additional layer of ice-blue light film.

A buff.

Gu Xu was a little surprised.

It's not because level 90 elite monsters are so strong, but because these monsters actually understand tactics.

The front row has a shield wall to block damage, the middle row has spearmen to pierce melee attacks, the back row has archers to deal with ranged attacks, and there are four healers in the middle—no, four buff-type support units that continuously provide buffs.

It integrates offense and defense, and allows for strategic advances and retreats.

The monsters we encountered before, whether they were ronin in kimonos or samurai in armor, were all mindless charge-type monsters.

It's like a pack of stray dogs that's been starving for three days seeing a piece of meat.

It's all just rushing around; there's absolutely no skill involved.

But this batch is different.

This is an organized and disciplined military unit.

"Oh, you even know tactics now?"

Gu Xu raised an eyebrow and a slight smile played on his lips.

The formation these monsters have arranged does indeed look quite realistic.

If the opponent is a normal expeditionary force—even an elite expeditionary force composed of multiple saints—they would face this combination of a frontal shield wall, ranged firepower, and continuous buffs.

It will take some time to break the formation.

The problem is, they are not facing normal punitive expeditions.

It was him, Gu Xu.

Calamity - Lord of the Old Days.

Gu Xu raised his hand from the sedan chair, glanced at the neatly arranged formation, then at the martial artists standing ready, and casually remarked, "On my turf, no one is allowed to be more pretentious than me!"

"Buzz~!"

The moment the words fell, the oppressive power of the rules of the Calamity Domain had already swept over them.

The boundless black mist, starting from the ghost sedan chair, rushed forward suddenly, like a high-speed train speeding forward.

The front-line shield wall was the first to be suppressed.

The moment the twelve metal shields came into contact with the rule field of the Calamity Domain, the patterns on their surfaces began to dim.

The shields that were originally emitting a blue glow under the buffs of the four commanders had their light visibly suppressed.

The warrior holding the shield froze, and his arm began to tremble uncontrollably.

The archers in the back row felt the same pressure.

Three of the fully drawn bows snapped under the pressure.

The ice-blue arrows lost their aiming stability.

It pointed in all sorts of unreliable directions in a crooked and distorted way.

The four commanders in the middle reacted the most strongly.

Their buff spells were interrupted by the rank suppression of the Calamity Realm.

Blue light detached from them, falling down like shattered ice shards.

It landed on the ground, hissed and smoked, and then dissipated.

The boost is gone.

The formation also dissipated.

Without any buffs, a shield wall is just thirty-six stationary monsters holding iron plates.

And the "Hundred Ghosts Escorting the Bride" skill—a large-scale recruitment skill that Gu Xu had used without fail all the way—triggered precisely the next second.

The thirty-six Yellow Spring warriors, who were lined up in neat formation, were struggling to maintain their formation one second, but the next second they were pulled out of their positions by an irresistible force.

The shield was thrown away, the bow and arrows were lost, and the spear was used as a crutch on the ground.

One by one, they lined up in the wedding procession on both sides of the ghost sedan chair.

The four commanders, who were larger in size, struggled for a moment.

But... he only struggled for a moment.

Then he was pulled over there too.

It was placed in the most conspicuous position in the queue.

After all, he's big, so he definitely stands out in the line.

Gu Xu glanced back at the wedding procession, which had evolved from a "long dragon" to a "snake" in length.

There were thousands of monsters lined up, densely packed together.

From the outside, this procession probably looks like some kind of large-scale military parade—except that all the participants are ghosts.

"Tsk tsk! Looks like I'm completely hopeless at being a good person now?"

Gu Xu withdrew his gaze and glanced ahead.

In the darkness at the end of the corridor, there were no more blue lights.

Clearly, the thirty-six guards constitute the entirety of the corridor's defenses.