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

"You're too kind, Army Regiment Commander."

Gu Xu waved his hand, "We're all on the same side, no need for thanks."

"No."

Lu Xingchen shook his head, his tone earnest, "You should thank them. If you had arrived even five minutes later, the three seniors would have... and what about the millions of people behind them..."

He didn't finish his sentence. But everyone understood what he meant.

Five minutes, just five minutes short.

If Gu Xu had arrived five minutes later, Wang Zhenyue and the others would have detonated the source.

That explosion might seriously injure the two Dragon Kings, but the three seniors would certainly die.

Moreover, given the two Dragon Kings' recovery abilities, they might not necessarily retreat after being severely injured.

By then, the millions of people behind the defense line...

OK.

This time, Gu Xu did not refuse Lu Xingchen's thanks.

He simply chuckled and nodded: "It's what I should do."

In short, it's concise and efficient.

There were no "not at all" or any polite phrases like "we're all doing this for Sherlock."

This attitude actually made the saints present feel more comfortable.

After all, we are all people who lead troops into battle, and what we hate most is the kind of behavior that is hesitant and modest even though we have done something great.

You're awesome, so admit it. It won't get you pregnant.

However, after saying those polite words, Gu Xu's expression changed.

His smile faded, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Army regimental commander."

"I am here."

"I have a few questions."

Gu Xu's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Lu Xingchen's face. "What exactly is going on?"

Lu Xingchen was taken aback: "What? What's going on?"

"It's...this one."

Gu Xu gestured with his chin towards the ravaged battlefield to the north: "Two Source-level sub-dragons, accompanied by dozens of Saint-level war dragons, came to our doorstep in the middle of the night to cause trouble—how did this all start?"

He paused, then added, "And what about that Source-level being from the Northern Alliance?"

……

However, just as Gu Xu was busy figuring out the ins and outs of the matter...

Tens of thousands of miles away.

The capital of the Northern League—the City of Everwinter.

Ignatius, the Fire Dragon King, was leading a dozen or so Saint-level sub-dragons.

They launched a wanton attack on this Northern Alliance city.

Crimson dragon flames poured down from the sky, and a third of the city was engulfed in flames.

The building melted in the dragon's flames, and the steel twisted and deformed under the high temperature.

Everywhere there were fleeing crowds and collapsed ruins.

Ignatius hovered above the city of Everwinter, his crimson dragon body resembling a moving volcano in the firelight.

His vertical pupils reflected the humans below, scattering and fleeing like ants.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

There is no doubt that this happened after the Northern Alliance's source units were lured away.

The city's garrison has been scattered.

Several demigods and dozens of saint-level guardians were crushed by his dragon army in the first ten minutes.

The remaining resistance was nothing more than a swarm of flies.

He doesn't even have the right to be distracted.

Everything is proceeding according to plan, with three armies launching a simultaneous attack.

Cross and Olivia are in charge of Sherlock Holmes.

He was in charge of the Northern League.

Once both sides have been dealt with, we will join forces and completely crush all human forces on this planet.

At that time, the old altar will be erected, and the conquest of this plane will come to an end.

The plan is perfect.

The execution went smoothly.

until--

"!"

Ignatius's movements suddenly froze.

The crimson vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

He swallowed back the dragon's breath that was gathering power.

What's going on?

The next moment, Ignatius’s gaze suddenly turned to the south.

His senses stretched wildly in that direction.

Crossing ice fields, crossing mountains, traversing countless kilometers—

Immediately afterwards, his pupils froze completely.

Kross's presence... is gone.

Olivia's presence... is gone too.

It was not blocked or obscured.

It's not that we can't perceive it because it's too far away.

It has completely disappeared.

Like two stars that have burned for thousands of years, extinguished at the same moment.

Clean and spotless, nothing left.

They've fallen?

This was Ignatius's first reaction.

But he quickly rejected the idea.

Two Source-level beings perished simultaneously?

Are you kidding me?

What on this broken planet could possibly take down two Source-level beings at the same time?

The answer is no.

At least in his understanding, no.

The ceiling of this planet is the Origin level. Due to racial barriers, this race does not have the ability to break through the Origin level limit.

Since there is no power beyond the Origin level!

That idea is completely invalid!

What's more, those two brought dozens of Saint-level war dragons with them when they went.

With such a powerful lineup, let alone a fight.

Just standing there is enough to cause the enemy's defenses to collapse.

"So what exactly happened?" Ignatius's mind raced.

He quickly figured out two possibilities.

The first possibility is that the human race has used some kind of one-time strategic trump card. For example, a mythical item, or some forbidden method.

The second possibility is that variables beyond their intelligence have emerged.

Ignatius preferred the first option.

Just a few minutes ago, he had indeed sensed an extremely strong energy fluctuation.

The fluctuation came from the south, and its intensity was so great that it could be clearly felt even from tens of thousands of kilometers away.

He didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

Because the characteristics of that energy fluctuation clearly indicated that it was released by some kind of prop.

He'd seen this kind of thing many times before.

When conquering other planes, the destitute natives often pull out some of their most treasured possessions in a last-ditch effort.

But those things posed no threat to the lives of those at the Source level.

What is the essence of the source level?

It is about mastering the rules.

It is the entity at the very top of the food chain in this dimension.

Even the most powerful items have their limits.

But the question is... if the tools can't erase the Source-level bodies, then why did their aura disappear?

Thinking of this, Ignatius took a deep breath.

Dragon breath spewed from its nostrils, transforming into two crimson columns of smoke in the night sky.

But he quickly realized what was happening.

Instead of guessing here, let's go and see for ourselves.

No matter what happens over there, he has to go.

If Clos and Olivia are really dead, then their plans will be in serious trouble.

The original strategy of encircling the enemy with three armies has now been reduced to having two fewer.

Even if he single-handedly crushed the Northern Alliance, it wouldn't make a difference.

More importantly—the old altar.

The altar requires the simultaneous infusion of three source-level powers.

Not one can be missing.

If Kroos and Olivia really die, then the altar project will be completely ruined.

Without the altar, that great one cannot descend.

If that great being cannot descend, everything they have done on this planet will be in vain.

Therefore, he had to confirm it.

We need to confirm whether those two are truly dead, or merely temporarily sealed away by some means.