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

But without exception, all of these masks were broken.

Some had a cut running from the left eye to the chin, revealing a patch of darkness.

Some have the entire right half missing, leaving only the left half of a smiling face.

Some are even more outrageous, with the entire mask shattered down to just a small piece near the mouth.

But the corners of the mouth on that fragment were still turned up.

Behind the shattered mask—there is no face.

There was nothing there.

There was only a slowly flowing golden mist.

These giants also had a distinctive way of moving; their steps were very regular and uniform.

Row upon row, as if they were being inspected.

Left foot, right foot.

Left foot, right foot.

Every step is taken in the same rhythm.

That's the source of the "thump thump thump" sound we just heard.

Hundreds? No.

Several thousand? No!

Because... the entire horizon was filled with the densely packed figures of these golden giants.

Row after row, column after column, stretching as far as the eye can see.

This scene—it's impossible not to be shocked.

Even Jacob, that old monster, had his eyelids twitch twice at that moment.

While everyone was processing this scene...

The system panel automatically displayed the data for these monsters.

Golden text floated above the heads of each giant, and all the demigods saw the information almost simultaneously.

Then—the air froze.

【Name: Blazing Sun Guard - Twilight Remnants】

[Level: 100]

[Status: Unconscious/Hunting/Eternal March]

[Introduction: They were once loyal warriors serving the blazing sun, experiencing the War of the Gods in the Azure Star Divine Realm. The divine realm shattered, the blazing sun fell, and the master of the divine kingdom perished in the war. But death did not end their mission; warriors who have lost their masters will not cease their march.]

silence.

On the entire plain, none of the twenty-one demigods present uttered a word.

They were not intimidated by the sheer number of those golden giants.

It wasn't that I was irritated by the number "Level: 100".

Of course, these two things together.

It is indeed quite shocking.

What truly brought this silence to such an end were those four words.

War of the Gods

Someone in the crowd whispered those four words.

Although the voice was very low.

But in this environment, everyone could hear it clearly.

Wang Cang didn't say anything, but simply took the pipe from his waist and slowly rubbed it with his thumb.

Everyone present was a demigod, and in their respective territories, they were all revered beings.

Many people believe that the Source level is the ceiling before they become demigods.

It is the highest point that professionals can reach.

Once you become a demigod and get closer to the Origin level, you can't help but feel a little arrogant—you feel that you are already standing near the top of this universe, and one more step will be the peak.

But now, this secret realm beneath our feet...

It is telling everyone in the most direct way: source level, not apex level.

Secret Realms and Dungeons are different.

A dungeon is a fixed level pieced together from a terrain feature and residual energy.

The things inside are like a simulation.

But the secret realm is different—it's a real historical event that has been preserved.

Every detail, every line of text.

These are all things that have happened in this space.

The crimson sun overhead just now was the guardian of this divine realm, or in other words, the rule of the secret realm.

This golden plain beneath our feet is a remnant of a battlefield.

These golden giants with shattered masks are soldiers who actually fought and died for a certain god.

What does all of this mean when put together?

This means that a force with this scale of combat power and this level of national protection measures was once destroyed.

It was destroyed cleanly and efficiently.

Even Jacob found it difficult to maintain his calm and collected demeanor at this moment.

He squinted, his gaze sweeping over the golden waves.

He didn't speak, but his face showed a genuine sense of seriousness.

Among the crowd, Yamamoto Furukawa was the calmest.

Unlike the others who stared at the giants, he kept his head down, as if deep in thought.

Yuta Hima, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but turn his head to look at him and asked in a low voice, "Senior, what do you think?"

Yamamoto Furukawa was silent for two seconds before speaking to Hima Yuta and Asaba Sakura: "There's nothing strange about it."

He raised his head, his gaze falling on the approaching golden wave: "The war of the gods, to put it bluntly, is not a war between gods."

"The Old Gods are long dead..."

"Those so-called gods running around in this universe now... are nothing more than a bunch of false gods vying for position."

That's a very straightforward statement.

But when it reached the ears of Yuta Hima and Sakura Asahina, it caused them to twitch their brows slightly.

Clearly, they were a little curious?

Why would Furukawa-senpai know all this?

However, there are too many people around, so it's impossible to ask in detail.

In the end, Yuta Hima's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Asaha Sakura glanced at Yamamoto Furukawa with a complicated expression before looking away and returning her gaze to the front.

The old gods are dead, and false gods are vying for supremacy.

This is not a statement that Yamamoto Furukawa came up with himself.

It was Miyamoto Kenichi who told him that.

In summary, what Miyamoto Kenichi said boils down to one sentence: "This world will eventually face its day of judgment."

Which side you stand on at that time is more important than how strong you are.

The person in charge of the trial day, Kenichi Miyamoto, called "the messenger of the false god."

Yamamoto Furukawa didn't know exactly when he would arrive.

But it won't be long.

He couldn't say for sure what it would bring.

But he knew one thing—for demigods like them, facing off against an existence of that level head-on was simply impossible.

Therefore, seeking help from a tiger is the only way forward.

Of course, this was his own plan, and he didn't need to say it aloud.

While everyone was processing the information brought by this plain, Jacob made the first move.

He reached up and took off the black top hat from his head, casually tucking it between his fingers.

The next moment, his eyes turned from black to golden-red, as if something inside them had ignited.

A huge phantom of an angel emerged from behind him, its wings spread.

It blocked out a patch of sky behind him.

Without any preamble or warm-up, he shot straight toward the golden wave.

The air behind him exploded, carrying the crushing force unique to his attacks.

Seeing this, the others stopped dawdling.

Everyone understands that in times like these, those who go in first gain an advantage, while those who linger at the back are the ones who suffer losses.

As a result, the fields expanded once again.

Various energies rose from the ground, and a variety of professional skills were activated one after another, instantly turning the entire golden plain into a chaotic charge.