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

The dark red edge was trembling violently, and with each tremor, it expanded outwards by a large margin.

The crack, which was originally tens of kilometers long, has now expanded to an estimated 100 kilometers or more.

The width has also increased dramatically from tens of meters to hundreds of meters.

And those defensive barriers used to seal the cracks—

The first layer of barrier closest to the crack shattered with a deafening roar as he watched.

The moment the barrier shattered, countless fragments of light exploded in all directions.

The second layer of the barrier also began to crack after three seconds.

The third floor...

Kolya's heart sank.

At that very moment—

A dragon's roar.

It suddenly rang out.

At that moment, Kolya felt his blood freeze.

The dragon's roar did not come from the crack.

Rather, it came from "above" the crack—from a higher place above the sky, which was scorched red by flames.

The sound was extremely distant and deep.

It looked like something yawned above the clouds.

But this "yawn" caused an avalanche to occur simultaneously within a radius of 100 kilometers.

Then—they came out.

The first thing to burst out of the crack was a huge black figure.

It was moving so fast that Kolya could only see a blurry outline—huge wings, a long tail, and a head bigger than a tent.

The wingspan is estimated to be over 200 meters.

The scales reflected a dark metallic luster in the firelight of the sky.

That was a dragon.

A genuine dragon that flew out of the Dragon King's Court.

But this is only the first point.

The second one immediately followed and squeezed out of the crack.

Then comes the third. The fourth. The fifth.

more and more.

It was as if someone had opened a floodgate.

The dragons poured out from the dimensional rift that had been expanded several times over, one after another.

They come in black, dark red, and silver-gray, and vary in size, but even the smallest one has a wingspan of over 100 meters.

The aura emanating from each dragon made the soldiers on the ground feel as if a giant boulder was pressing down on their chests.

This is not an exaggeration.

It means literally—difficulty breathing.

Saint-level.

Every dragon that flew out of the crack possessed at least the aura of a Saint.

There were a few that were exceptionally large—Koria wasn't sure, but his intuition told him that their aura had already reached the threshold of demigods.

A demigod-level dragon.

Not one.

There are several.

Kolya's lips were trembling.

It wasn't the cold, it was the fear.

After all, since he was transferred to this place, the largest anomaly on the Dragon King's Court has only resulted in the emergence of two Saint-level Dragons.

How many are coming out now?

He couldn't count them all.

Because the cracks are still constantly spewing outwards.

Countless enormous figures swarmed and rolled across the sky beneath the fiery red canopy, obscuring the sun.

The windstorm stirred up by the flapping of wings whipped up a cloud of snow and dust on the ground.

The roars of dragons rose and fell, one after another, like a symphony orchestra playing the prelude to the apocalypse.

Four legions, tens of thousands of people, four saints, and three demigods—faced with this scene, everyone's expressions were almost synchronized.

One word—stunned.

The camp was plunged into a strange state that was somewhere between panic and dazedness.

Some people were roaring to organize the defense line, some were running towards the barrier node, and some were standing still, looking up at the sky with expressions as if their souls had been taken away.

The recruit next to Kolya, who had just been shouting "Victory will belong to the Northern Alliance," was now squatting in the snow, his legs trembling.

It wasn't because of the cold, it was purely because the aura of those things above my head was too strong.

A new professional who has only recently switched jobs cannot withstand the pressure of this level.

Kolya yanked him up: "Stand up straight! Don't squat! You'll have even more trouble breathing when you squat!"

He pulled the recruit up, but his legs were still shaking.

Just when the entire defense line was teetering on the brink of collapse, and the morale of tens of thousands of people was on the verge of collapse—

A beam of blue light rose from the horizon behind the mountains.

The blue light was initially very small, like a star peeking out from behind the horizon.

But the next second—

boom!

Blue light prices skyrocket!

A gigantic, phantom-like fist descended from the sky.

How big was that fist?

To put it another way—those dragons with wingspans of two hundred meters in the sky are no match for this fist.

It's probably like the relationship between a mosquito and a slap.

The fist was an extremely pure ice blue, as if it had been forged from ice from the depths of the Arctic Ocean.

The lines on the fist were clearly visible, and each line was flowing with energy that made the air itself crystallize.

The punch landed squarely on the three dragons charging at the front.

No suspense.

The three Saint-level dragons, like three flies swatted by a fly swatter, were slammed into the ground with a "smack".

The icy blue energy exploded at the point of impact, forming a shockwave with a diameter of several kilometers.

Where the shockwave passed, the snow on the ground was instantly evaporated.

The frozen rock layer underneath was exposed.

The bodies of the three dragons twisted and shattered in the icy blue energy, eventually turning into dark fragments scattered throughout the sky.

One punch and he's dead.

Clean and neat.

They didn't even give him a chance to struggle.

Immediately afterwards, a sound exploded from the sky.

"Don't panic!"

"Hold your ground! Maintain the defensive barrier! The rest—leave it to me."

It's Andrei.

The only source-level system in the Northern Alliance.

The atmosphere in the camp changed visibly the moment that voice was heard.

The recruit who was just shaking has stopped.

The veteran, who had been standing there in a daze, came to his senses.

The officer who had been shouting about organizing the defensive line just moments before now spoke in a steady voice.

The source-level expert has made a move.

A source-level expert has made a move!

These four words echoed wildly in everyone's minds.

What does Source level mean to an ordinary soldier?

It's the ceiling.

It is a pillar of strength that stabilizes the sea.

It is the ultimate insurance that "as long as this person is still standing, the sky will not fall down."

Kolya loosened his grip on the weapon slightly.

The recruit next to him also breathed a sigh of relief; although his face was still pale, at least he was no longer trembling.

"See that?"

Koria glanced back at the recruits behind him, a smirk playing on his lips. "The Source-level expert has intervened. It's alright now, let's mind our own business—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because his voice was drowned out by another voice.

The sound didn't come from the camp.

It did not originate from the broadcast system.

It wasn't even from that Origin-level being in the sky above.

That sound came from the crack.

boom--!

Another explosion.

But this explosion was unlike any of the previous ones.

The previous explosion was loud.

This explosion was "heavy".

That sense of weight isn't conveyed through sound.

It was more like an extremely massive entity that forcefully pressed its "weight" into this world from the other side of the dimensional rift.