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

Nova finished speaking and fell silent.

Li Weiguo's chest heaved violently twice.

His face was ashen.

He wanted to swear.

I really want to swear.

But he knew now was not the time to swear.

Because no matter how disgusting Nova's actions were—the Source-class aircraft were flying toward the border of Sheikha.

This is a threat that could become a reality within fifteen minutes.

So what if you've finished cursing?

Would a source-level entity turn back just because you hurled a few insults at them?

Li Weiguo raised his hand and pressed a button on the communication console.

The communication link has been lost.

Nova's projection disappeared.

There was a silence in the decision-making room for about three seconds.

Then Li Weiguo turned around.

The anger on his face was still there, but his eyes had regained their focus.

"Zhang Zhen".

"exist."

"Nationwide Order"

Li Weiguo's voice was serious: "Issue a national mobilization order. Mobilize the entire population. In addition, have all major legions immediately draw their elite forces and assemble at full speed on the northern border."

"Half of the professionals at the Saint level or above, proceed immediately."

"Frontline command will be temporarily handed over to the Zhurong Legion for overall coordination. Once reinforcements arrive, they will be directly commanded by the military headquarters."

"Also, open the military headquarters' main warehouse."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhen was taken aback: "Minister, you mean...?"

"The Spine of God".

Li Weiguo uttered these three words: "Bring it all out."

Zhang Zhen raised an eyebrow sharply.

Not only him, but Zhang Daoxuan next to him was the same.

The spine of God.

These three words carry more weight within the military than any troop mobilization order.

Because this is neither standard equipment nor a secret weapon.

This is one of Sherlock's lifelines.

"Once a source-level unit advances toward the northern border of Shenxia... regardless of whether the opponent is from the Northern Alliance or a foreign race from the Dragon King's Court, use it directly."

"No need to ask for permission."

No confirmation required.

"Once they're within range, fire directly."

Chang Chen stood there, his lips moved twice, but he ultimately didn't say anything in protest.

He knew that Minister Li had made up his mind.

The reason Li Weiguo made this decision is quite simple.

The Spine of God, the origin of this thing.

It's not a secret among the top military leaders.

Thousands of years ago, the Sheikha was far from being as powerful as it is today, and the landscape of Earth was vastly different then.

The professional system is just beginning to take shape.

In that primitive era, the predecessors of Sherlock risked their lives.

They stumbled upon an extremely rare high-dimensional secret realm.

Less than 30% of the survivors returned alive.

But they brought back a few things.

One of them is the Spine of God.

A mythical-level item for single use.

The most treasured items passed down through generations of Sherlock Holmes.

Quantity? Not much.

But this number never appeared in any document.

Because if you use one, you'll have one less.

We can't replace it, we can't manufacture it, we can't steal it.

Once it's used up, it's gone.

And its power—

If we compare Sherlock's foundation to a building, then its divine spine is the nuclear bombs buried beneath the foundation.

Normally, no one would touch it, and no one would want to touch it.

But everyone knows it's there.

Its very existence is a deterrent.

However, while deterrence is one thing, using it in practice would come at an extremely high cost.

"minister."

Zhang Zhen swallowed hard, his voice a little dry: "Once the Divine Spine is used, the area around the northern border... at least three hundred kilometers in radius will be affected."

"I know."

Li Weiguo's tone remained completely unchanged.

Because once this tool is used, the affected area will be directly transformed into a permanent high-energy pollution exclusion zone.

Any living being that has been in the restricted area for more than five minutes, regardless of its level.

Body tissues will undergo irreversible distortions under the impact of high-dimensional energy.

Even a Saint-level professional couldn't last more than ten minutes.

A demigod... might be able to hold out a little longer, but the price would be unbearable.

"Minister, are we really going to use it?"

Didn't you hear what I just said?

Li Weiguo turned his head and looked into Zhang Zhen's eyes: "Are you telling me the consequences of these things? Or are you advising me not to use them?"

Zhang Zhen pursed his lips and said nothing more.

He wasn't trying to persuade him; he just felt that, as an advisor, some things had to be out in the open.

Li Weiguo turned his attention back to the situation diagram on the projection table.

The red dot moving along the northern border is getting closer and closer to the border of Shenxia.

Fifteen minutes.

Perhaps even shorter.

"That's why..."

Li Weiguo said in a low voice, more like talking to himself, "We didn't touch this thing during that incident in the East China Sea last time."

East China Sea.

The demigods of the forbidden water race have invaded.

That situation was dangerous enough.

The demigod-level invaders marched directly into the eastern sea area of ​​Divine Xia, almost tearing a hole in the entire East China Sea defense line.

At the time, some people within the military also raised the question of whether or not to utilize their existing resources.

It was rejected.

the reason is simple.

Unless absolutely necessary, you shouldn't touch this kind of thing.

Because once you use it, you'll never have another chance.

Moreover, the wasteland left behind after it's used up can't be restored in ten or twenty years.

That was truly a barren wasteland.

Li Weiguo's original words at the time were: "We have never had too much land, and we cannot waste an inch of it."

But today is different.

Today, the source is rushing towards your doorstep.

Not a demigod, but a source-level being.

A demigod can block it; at worst, we'll fight to the death.

However, the existence of the source level cannot be solved by simply "fighting".

If you try to use ten demigods to fight against one source-level being, the most likely result is that all ten demigods will perish.

They continued forward.

This is the insurmountable gap between the Origin level and the Demigod level.

"Let's move."

Zhang Daoxuan's voice came from the side.

Li Weiguo glanced at him sideways.

Zhang Daoxuan stood on the other side of the projection table, his hands behind his back, his expression far from relaxed.

But it wasn't exactly nervousness. It was more of a sense of helplessness.

There's no other way.

Zhang Daoxuan sighed, a hint of bitterness in his voice: "Those bastards from the Northern Alliance are truly utterly wicked and unjust."

He rarely swears.

There were only a handful of times that Zhang Daoxuan could utter the word "grandson."

But today he has truly become a sensation.

We understand that the Northern League can't hold on.

We can talk if you need help.

But you fucking acted first and asked for permission later, directly leading the source level towards us.

What's this called?

This is called framing someone else.

When you were introducing this, did you ever think about what lives behind the northern border of Sherlock Holmes?

It's millions of ordinary people!

When Nova calls, she puts on a pitiful face, as if saying, "There's nothing we can do about it."

Good grief, he's making a phone call while simultaneously dumping all the blame on this person.

This is truly disgusting.

"However, if the Northern Alliance's Origin-level units are hit by the Spine of God and something happens to them..."

Zhang Daoxuan didn't finish his sentence, but Li Weiguo understood.