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

Two forbidden spells were released simultaneously, and a deep blue rain of icebergs fell from the sky.

The air was filled with a swarm of dark purple poisonous insects.

Attacked from both above and below, surrounded by heaven and earth.

The celestial phenomena caused by these two forbidden spells were beyond description as merely "spectacular".

The sky over the entire Northern Hemisphere is changing color.

From the northernmost tip of Sherlock Holmes all the way to the sky above Longjing, the color of the clouds changed from the normal gray and white to an eerie blue-purple mix.

This level of celestial phenomenon is clearly beyond everyone's comprehension.

This also made all the saints along the northern border feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation at this moment.

However, just when everyone thought the three demigods would choose to temporarily avoid the limelight.

A loud laugh erupted from Wang Zhenyue's chest once again.

The laughter was rough and unrestrained, carrying a kind of exhilarating joy that was completely incomprehensible to others.

"Great! Absolutely great!"

Wang Zhenyue tilted his head back, looking at the falling iceberg rain, his smile bringing the wrinkles around his eyes together.

He held a shield with one arm, the shield facing the sky, his posture extremely manic.

"How many years have I been lying in that coffin?!"

His voice boomed, making the air tremble: "I dream about fighting again! I dream about it!"

"Today, the damn thing actually happened!"

He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Hongyi and Wu Qiankun beside him.

Then he turned back and stared at the two giant dragons that stretched across the sky.

Two source-level sources? That's enough! That's more than enough!

"To fight one more battle for the Holy Sherman with this crippled body—"

"I have no regrets about dying."

When those four words were spoken, the voice became softer.

It was as if he was speaking to himself, and also to the younger generation behind him.

Jiang Hongyi didn't laugh; she remained expressionless throughout.

The dark red spear in his hand was pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip swaying slightly in the wind.

But her eyes said it all.

There was no hesitation, no retreat, only determination in those eyes.

Wu Qiankun remained silent as well.

His greyish-white robe billowed in the air currents, and his face remained obscured beneath the hood.

But his hands, which had been tucked into his sleeves, had already been pulled out.

His ten fingers were long and slender, with the tips gleaming with a dark golden light.

three people.

Three people crawled out of the crystal coffin.

Three people who knew that after this battle they would never be able to go back.

Standing there, not one of them moved even half a step back.

The next moment, Wang Zhenyue's voice rang out again.

"My body is a lamp..."

Jiang Hongyi and Wu Qiankun spoke at the same time, their voices merging into one in the air: "Burning until the fire is exhausted, if the soul becomes a sword, it will cut down all without return."

"Born to be night watchmen, die to be eternal flames."

"Protect our land, may it never perish."

This is the oath of the Night's Watch.

From the very first day I stepped into the realm of demigods and joined the Night Watch of Sherlock.

They had already sworn to protect the divine Xia.

I would die without regret.

And today is the day to witness them fulfill their vows.

The moment the oath was recited.

The aura emanating from the three of them changed simultaneously.

Within Wang Zhenyue's body, an extremely intense light began to spread from the location of his heart.

The light did not spread outwards, but flowed within the body, burning inch by inch along the meridians, blood vessels, and bones.

Without a doubt, he was burning his very essence.

Of course, Jiang Hongyi and Wu Qiankun were also burning [something].

Three primordial flames ignited simultaneously.

The aura emanating from the three people surged to an unbelievable level within just a few seconds.

That kind of aura is beyond what a demigod should have—it's on the verge of infinitely approaching the Origin level.

Although it is still not at the source level.

But we're already very close.

So close that even the vertical pupils of the two Dragon Kings involuntarily contracted.

"Forbidden Spell: Dragon's Roar Across the Nine Heavens!"

Wang Zhenyue roared angrily.

The sound waves visibly emanated from his mouth.

Within a radius of tens of kilometers, the ice crystals that had just been condensed by Kross's forbidden spell were shattered by this roar.

It shattered into powder. It flew everywhere.

It was like a pink snowfall.

Then he raised his shield.

He held a shield with one arm, the shield facing the sky.

The azure dragon pattern on the shield, which had been mostly worn away, suddenly lit up under the infusion of the primordial fire.

Golden light seeped out from the crack, growing brighter and brighter.

"Buzz—"

The shield trembled.

"Roar~!"

A dragon's roar came from the shield.

The next moment, a phantom azure dragon burst forth from the shield.

It was a crippled dragon.

Large patches of scales were missing from the dragon's body, one of its horns was broken off, and only half of its tail remained.

Even so, when this illusory azure dragon coiled around Wang Zhenyue's body...

His aura instantly doubled.

One-armed man wields a shield, protected by a crippled dragon.

Wang Zhenyue pushed off the ground with both feet in mid-air.

He shattered the air beneath his feet.

At the same time, Jiang Hongyi to his right moved, holding the dark red spear horizontally in front of her.

She closed her eyes, parted her lips slightly, and softly uttered, "World-Destroying Flame!"

Immediately afterwards, a world-destroying flame erupted behind her.

The flame was neither red nor orange.

It is a nearly transparent white.

So white it's blinding.

The temperature was so high that the surrounding air was directly burned through, producing a hissing sound of evaporation.

The heat wave pushed outwards from her body.

Wherever she went, the dark purple poisonous insects summoned by Olivia's forbidden spell couldn't even get close. All the poisonous insects within 300 meters of her instantly dehydrated and turned to ashes.

Visibly, her hair was billowing in the flames, and the tip of her spear was aimed at the Poison Dragon King.

Wu Qiankun pushed his hood back, revealing his face underneath.

It was an extremely old face.

His skin was dry, his wrinkles were as deep as ravines, and his hair was completely white, sparsely plastered to his scalp.

But the eyes are bright.

Each of his eyes shone with a dark golden light.

He pushed his hands forward, spreading his fingers wide.

"Forbidden Spell: Puppet Heaven Golden Body!"

As he finished speaking, dark golden light shot out from his fingertips and gathered behind him to form a huge humanoid silhouette.

A giant gleaming with golden light, the giant exceeding three thousand meters in height.

His entire body seemed to be cast in gold.

The face was blurred, and the features were indistinct.

But the oppressive aura emanating from his entire body caused the Saint-level war dragons in the sky to begin a frantic retreat!

Three people, three forbidden spells.

The preparations are complete.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

With his single arm, Wang Zhenyue swung his shield and shot forward like a cannonball.

The broken dragon charged after him, its body coiling around him, its mouth wide open, letting out a deafening roar towards Kross.

"Calamity! Break!"

Jiang Hongyi followed closely behind.

The white flame trailed behind her like a burning tail.

The spear was pointed forward, and the flames gathered at its tip had already burned cracks into the space in front of it.

Wu Qiankun was the last to depart.

But his golden giant arrived before him.

The giant can cover hundreds of meters in a single stride.

He clenched his fist in mid-air and slammed it down towards the dragon formation composed of dozens of war dragons.

Three men, ready to die for their cause.

Fearless and undaunted, they never looked back.