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

Leading the charge was Jacob, followed closely by the celestial monks of South India, and then several from Europe.

Then there's Ivan from the Northern League—

Wang Cang didn't rush in.

He tucked the pipe back into his waistband and glanced sideways at Old Ge and Tang Yi beside him.

Old Ge stood there, his face expressionless, but there was something in his eyes—whether it was a hidden worry or something else, it was hard to say.

Tang Yi was even simpler; he simply remained silent, but the way he was silent made it seem like something was on his mind.

Wang Cang glanced at the two of them, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"I know what you're thinking."

He didn't speak loudly; it was just a casual tone of voice, exuding a calm and unhurried demeanor.

Old Ge snorted but didn't reply.

Tang Yi remained silent.

Wang Cang didn't mind, and turned his gaze back to the golden giants in front of him. He paused for a moment before continuing, "This mess right now is troublesome, to put it nicely, it's troublesome, to put it bluntly... well, it's troublesome too."

He paused, flicked his hand on his pipe, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the now-closed entrance to the secret realm.

"But it's too late to rush now."

When he said this, there was something else in his tone; it wasn't entirely about comforting him, but more like a confidence that came from experiencing so much.

"We have that kid Gu Xu with us."

After saying this, Old Ge raised his head, glanced at Wang Cang, and said nothing.

Tang Yi's shoulders relaxed a little, so slightly that it was almost imperceptible.

Wang Cang didn't continue; he had said enough.

He believed he had met many people in his life, and that if it were anyone else, Wang Cang would never have made this bet.

But it was that little brat who, for some reason, just believed it.

that's it.

Ahead, the golden wave had already made contact with the demigods who were rushing forward.

A series of booming sounds came from this direction, and the earth trembled in waves.

Golden energy fragments struck the air, exploding into puffs of smoke.

The battlefield of the entire secret realm is heating up in an extremely spectacular way.

Wang Cang glanced at it, took the tobacco pipe back from his waist, held it in his palm, turned slightly to the side, and gestured with his chin toward Elder Ge and Tang Yi.

"I'm gone."

At the same time, in Shenxia, ​​Longjing, at the Supreme Command Headquarters.

If the Pacific Ocean is a battlefield of swords and spears...

The situation at the General Staff Headquarters at that moment was not much different.

The entire building was brightly lit.

From the duty hall on the first floor to the combat command center on the top floor, people were running around on every floor.

Footsteps echoed from one end of the corridor to the other.

Interspersed among the sounds were the ringing of telephones and the buzzing of communicators.

The operations command center was extremely busy.

Dozens of staff officers stared at the holographic projection screens in front of them, their fingers flying across the keyboards and touchpads.

On the huge central display wall, three areas were marked with eye-catching red warning boxes.

The first piece—Izumo: Mysterious Realm of Ghosts, Uprising.

The second piece—a high-dimensional secret realm descends over the Pacific Ocean.

The third piece – the Northern Alliance, the Ural Ridge Mountains defense line – has been invaded by a suspected alien dimensional source-level target.

Three things happened almost one after the other on the same night.

Normally, just picking one of these items would keep the entire military busy for several days.

But tonight, things took a turn for the worse. All three approaches were used simultaneously, each one more explosive than the last.

The atmosphere in the entire command headquarters was as tense as a string about to snap.

Fortunately, although the first two issues are tricky, at least there are solutions.

Meanwhile, in the mysterious realm of Chuyun, Gu Xu, the commander of the Calamity Army, has already gone to suppress the rebellion.

Although there has been no news yet, given Commander Gu's past performance, the military leadership is not too worried.

After all, this guy treated the secret realm like his own home.

Therefore, we can put the Izumo Secret Realm aside for now.

The battle for the high-dimensional secret realm in the Pacific Ocean has begun, and Grandpa Wang Cang, along with three demigods—Elder Ge and Tang Yi—have arrived at the scene.

Although there were also demigods from various forces such as the United States, South India, and Europe present, the competitive pressure was considerable.

With Wang Cang in charge, at least we won't suffer a major loss.

Although the military leadership was concerned about these two matters, they were somewhat aware of the situation.

The third thing is what really drives everyone crazy.

The Northern League has been invaded.

Moreover, this wasn't a small-scale invasion; it was a legitimate invasion, with Origin-level combat power coming to cause trouble.

Why is this the most troublesome issue for the military?

The reason is simple—geographical location.

The Northern Federation and Sheikha are separated by a long border.

Although the two countries are not staunch allies, their relationship has always maintained a delicate balance.

The existence of the Northern Alliance, to some extent, served as a buffer zone for northern Sherlock.

Once the Northern Alliance can't hold out and its defenses are breached, then the one facing the invaders from those alien planes will be Sheikha itself.

Everyone present is aware of the consequences.

Therefore, from the moment the first intelligence report came back, the General Staff placed the situation in the Northern Alliance as the highest priority.

……

The innermost part of the operations command center.

Li Weiguo stood in front of the central holographic projection table, his hands gripping the edge of the table, his brows furrowed.

The latest battlefield situation map is being displayed on the projection table.

The Northern Alliance's Ural Ridge Mountains defense line was marked in a glaring red.

The red area is still expanding outwards at a visible rate.

This means that the defensive line is being continuously compressed.

Li Weiguo stared at the red area for a while, then reached out and tapped the projection table a few times.

The screen switched to another view.

The video feed shows live footage transmitted from frontline troops of the Northern Alliance. The image quality isn't very clear, but it's sufficient to show the general situation.

In the footage, several massive figures are indiscriminately bombing the ground above a section of the Ural Ridge Mountains' defense line.

The silhouettes of those figures appeared and disappeared in the darkness and firelight.

Even so, one can still feel an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Yalong.

It's not a small war dragon, but a large war dragon with a wingspan of over fifty meters.

Each dive was accompanied by a whooshing sound and an overwhelming dragon's breath.

The ground defenses and protective barriers melted away like paper under the dragon's breath, forcing the Northern Alliance's professionals to retreat continuously.

Li Weiguo's lips twitched as he watched the scene.

Having served as Minister of the Army for so many years, he has seen all sorts of storms and waves.

But tonight's situation did indeed make him feel a bit tricky.

It's not because the opponent is too strong.

It was not because the timing was bad, but because the timing was terrible.

Currently, three demigods from Sherlock Holmes are not in the country—Wang Cang, Ge Lao, and Tang Yi—all of whom have gone to the Pacific Ocean to compete for higher-dimensional secret realms.