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

Back when she was the chief of staff of the 18th Army's God-Slaying Army, she lived a very frustrating life.

Because of its notorious reputation, the God-Slaying Army had a very high mortality rate among new recruits, so there was no waiting list when it came to recruiting.

Not many people even took the initiative to ask.

When someone finally arrived, they turned and left as soon as they heard it was the God-Slaying Army.

To put it bluntly, the God-Slaying Army back then...

It's just a bench that nobody wants to sit on.

Later, when Gu Xu was assigned to the God-Slaying Army, it was she who led a group to pick him up in a great hurry.

Who could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary boy would get to where he is today?

From a new recruit in the Godslayer Army to a legion commander in the Calamity Army.

From an unknown nobody.

To this day, its name resounds throughout the entire Sherlock Holmes.

Su Qiong couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

What goes around comes around.

The dire situation that plagued the Godslayer Army back then, with its deserted offices, will absolutely not be repeated with the Calamity Army.

From this day forward, the name "Calamity Army" will be the most resounding nameplate of Sherlock.

……

On the northern battlefield, after the echoes of Gu Xu's last words had faded away.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of waves, no roar of dragons, and no explosions.

There was nothing there.

It was so quiet it was as if someone had turned off all the sounds in the world.

In this silence, the hearts of the two Origin-level Dragon Kings almost stopped beating.

Because of that familiar feeling that makes one feel powerless and desperate.

It descended upon him once more.

That oppressive feeling that surged from his soul made his entire dragon body want to prostrate itself.

The aura of the messengers of the ancient gods.

How is that possible?

How could this possibly happen to a human?!

At this moment, it could be said that the minds of the two source-level dragons were almost blank.

All the anger, all the murderous intent, all the arrogance, vanished the moment that aura was sensed.

Everything was washed clean, leaving only... an indescribable fear.

"Who...who are you?!"

The next moment, Kross stammered, his voice filled with despair, almost overflowing: "Why...?"

"Why... do you possess that person's power?!"

As soon as he said that, Gu Xu's eyes flickered.

He did not answer immediately.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if savoring the meaning behind the sentence.

Since devouring the Izumo Monster Embryo, many things have become clearer in Gu Xu's mind.

Those originally vague and fragmented pieces of information were pieced together like jigsaw puzzle pieces.

The entire Earth?

All planes?

No, the entire universe is a chessboard.

What are the chess pieces on the chessboard?

They are those so-called "false gods".

They are those beings who attempt to seize the sovereignty of the past.

They plot in the shadows and stir up trouble in the open.

And everything—the emergence of professionals, the invasion of alien races, the collision of planes—is merely a move in this game of chess.

And he, Gu Xu, is the chessboard itself in this game.

Or to be more precise—he is the master of the chessboard.

What those false gods want is what's inside him.

It is the authority of the Old Lord, the person who transcends all rules.

Like a school of sharks drawn by the scent of blood, they swarmed from every corner of the universe, trying to tear a piece of flesh from him.

And the "that one" that these two dragons are talking about—without a doubt, it is the aura of the past.

Gu Xu understood all of this in no more than two seconds.

"hehe……"

Then, Gu Xu chuckled lightly, his voice full of disdain.

"Who exactly am I?"

You don't need to know.

"But there is one thing I can tell you."

He took a step forward.

That's it.

Kross, the thousand-meter-long dragon in its true form, subconsciously took a half-step back.

A source-level being was forced back by the footsteps of a fourth-order being.

"This general is the ancestor of those filthy things."

The moment those words were spoken, Gu Xu's demeanor changed abruptly.

Before, when he stood there, although he had a powerful aura, at least he still looked like a human being.

There are also human silhouettes, human breath, and human warmth.

But from that moment on, the part of him that belonged to "humanity" began to be covered by something else.

boom--!

The Domain of Calamity was activated instantly.

There was no warning, no build-up of energy.

It's like someone turned on a valve, and behind that valve lies a bottomless abyss.

Endless black energy surged out from Gu Xu's body.

It tumbled and roared, rolling away in all directions.

Centered on Gu Xu, the black mist expanded outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wherever the black mist passed, space distorted and light was refracted. The energy fragments, ice crystal remnants, and toxic mist embers still floating in the air were all swallowed up by the black mist.

Clean and spotless, nothing left.

Deep within the black mist, the five servants of calamity gathered.

Black fog blanketed the sky, and servants of calamity occupied their respective territories.

Gu Xu stood in the very center, with five figures behind him who could give anyone a nightmare.

His own aura, amplified by the Domain of Calamity, is rising at an unreasonable pace.

The saints behind the defensive line were speechless as they watched this scene.

Is this fucking fourth-order?

Can a fourth-order unit have such a grand display?

On the other side of the battlefield, the state of the two Origin-level Dragon Kings could no longer be described as "fear".

"No...no!!!"

Cross and Olivia let out a hoarse scream.

The thousand-meter-long dragon body trembled violently, and its scales fell off one by one.

It's like the body is disintegrating on its own.

Because the moment the Domain of Calamity unfolded, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

It was as if the entire sky was pressing down on him.

At the same time, voices began to appear in their minds.

Countless voices.

Buzzing—it sounded like millions of bees were fluttering their wings inside his skull at the same time.

It was as if countless people were speaking to him at the same time, and each person was saying something different.

Everyone was speaking a language he couldn't understand.

Those voices penetrated the depths of his consciousness, rampaging through his mental sea.

It shattered the rational defenses he had painstakingly maintained.

But amidst all this cacophony, one voice stood out remarkably clear.

It was so clear it was as if someone was whispering in his ear, word by word.

"The former ruler... has returned to his rightful place."

The moment those eight words entered Kross's consciousness, his vertical pupils began to dilate.

The source-level status is falling and being forcibly stripped away.

It was as if an invisible hand had reached into their bodies and pulled away the pillar that supported them as they stood at the Source-level.

Strength is being lost.

It's as if someone has drilled a huge hole in his very being, and everything is leaking out of that hole.

The position of the source level is wavering.

That peak that he spent countless years climbing to.

It is collapsing right beneath his feet.