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

Ignatius made his decision without hesitation.

"Agron".

Among the raging swarm of wyverns below, a deep red war wyvern, noticeably larger than the others, raised its head.

"continue."

"Raze this city to the ground. Slaughter all who resist. Then build the foundation of an altar in the city center."

Agron let out a deep dragon roar, indicating that he had accepted the order.

Ignatius glanced again at the city below, which was already a third of the way burned.

The garrison of the city of Eternal Winter has been scattered, and the remaining resistance force consists of nothing more than scattered soldiers.

Given the strength of the Argon force led by Agron.

They are more than capable of cleaning up the mess.

"remember."

The next moment, Ignatius added, "The construction of the altar base must be flawless. Follow the blueprints given by that lord. Every rune, every line, must be perfect."

Agron murmured again.

Ignatius said no more.

He turned his enormous dragon head around, his vertical pupils locking onto the south.

Wings spread.

Crimson wings spread across the night sky, with a wingspan of nearly a thousand meters. Each wing membrane was covered with lava-like patterns and emitted a scorching light.

"boom--!"

With the flapping of his wings, the air exploded behind him.

The sound of the sound barrier being torn apart was like a muffled thunderclap.

His figure transformed into a crimson streak in the night sky, flying rapidly southward.

How fast is it?

From takeoff to disappearing from sight, it takes no more than a breath.

The dragons below, still wreaking havoc, glanced up, then continued their work.

The boss is gone, but the work still needs to be done.

High in the sky, Ignatius's speed continued to increase.

The wind howled through the gaps in his scales, and the temperature continued to rise as he flew at high speed.

It made him look like a fiery shooting star streaking across the night sky.

His mind didn't stop working during the flight.

Various possibilities were being explored repeatedly in his mind.

If Clos and Olivia really are dead.

What should he do next?

Facing the entire human race alone?

No, that's too stupid.

Even if he is at the Origin level, he would not gain any advantage facing an attack from an entire country.

Moreover, the human race still has Origin-level beings among them.

Although he is not afraid of any human Origin-level opponent in a one-on-one fight, if two or three Origin-level opponents attack him together...

That would be a bit troublesome.

Therefore, the best-case scenario is...

Cross and Olivia are not dead, they are just temporarily suppressed by some means.

He rushed over and pulled them out.

The three then reunited and continued executing the plan.

If it's the worst-case scenario... Ignatius's vertical pupils flickered.

Then he would have to reassess the threat level of this planet.

It can kill two Source-level beings at the same time, regardless of whether they are human, ghost, prop, or some other kind of mess.

This has already exceeded their initial estimates.

This level of threat might require the intervention of that person personally to resolve.

But that great one cannot descend upon us yet.

The altar was not built, and the passage was not opened.

So if it really is the worst-case scenario, the only thing he can do is run.

Yes, run.

Ignatius felt no shame whatsoever.

The dragon race has survived for tens of thousands of years, not because of brute force, but because of their intelligence.

Fight if you can win, run if you can't.

This is survival wisdom etched into our genes.

Of course, these are just contingency plans until the situation is confirmed.

Maybe things aren't so bad?

Ignatius tried to think positively.

The night wind howled.

The crimson figure flew further and further away, eventually disappearing at the edge of the southern horizon.

All that remained were the swarms of wraiths still raging above the City of Eternal Winter, and the sounds of screams and crackling flames echoing throughout the city.

……

"So... what you mean is? During the time I was in the secret realm, a higher-dimensional secret realm also appeared?"

Just as Ignatius was on his way to Shetland, Gu Xu finally managed to understand the ins and outs of the matter through the explanations of the saints.

Some of the doubts in my heart were also resolved.

No wonder that after he came out of the secret realm, he only saw Wang Zhenyue, Jiang Hongyi and Wu Qiankun, the three old Night Watchers of the Pantheon, fighting desperately.

However, Wang Cang and the other night watchmen were nowhere to be seen.

It turns out he was transferred.

At that very moment, the Yalong Royal Court invaded.

Moreover, it involved three source-level intrusions.

"Three source-level..."

Gu Xu repeated the number in a low voice.

This number is outrageous in itself.

What does "source level" mean?

It signifies control over the rules and standing at the absolute top of the professional system.

One Dragon King's Court, one plane, produced three Origin-level beings.

This alone is enough to demonstrate how profound the foundation of the Yalong Royal Court is.

Or to put it another way—just how insignificant is this planet in the eyes of the other party?

The simultaneous deployment of three Source-level beings might just be seen as a routine interdimensional conquest by the Dragon King's Court.

It's as commonplace as sending three armies to attack a small country.

But for Earth, this would be annihilation.

If it weren't for Gu Xu, what would the outcome of today's battle have been?

The self-destruction of three veteran Night's Watchers might severely injure the two Dragon Kings.

But serious injury is not the same as killing.

Its source-level recovery capabilities far exceed what ordinary people can imagine.

Once they recover, the northern defense line will be nothing but a piece of paper, and he dared not even think about what the consequences would be.

"The Northern Alliance is probably doomed!"

Gu Xu couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

Because of the death of a Northern Alliance source-level being...

That source-level being who didn't come from the south has probably already turned the Northern Alliance into a scorched wasteland.

Thinking of this, Gu Xu felt a surge of indescribable emotion, more like a sense of urgency.

He's gotten stronger, that's for sure.

After his fourth reincarnation, he obtained the authority of the [Wings of the Old Ones] from the Old Ones.

There are no rivals left on this planet.

But that doesn't mean everything is safe.

The Yalong Royal Court is just one plane; how many other planes like this exist in the universe?

How many more still covet the power and authority of the past?

Putting everything else aside... the power of those twenty-two false gods is probably beyond his current comprehension.

I can make it today!

So what about the days that follow?

What if one day, I'm too late, just like when the Water Tribe invaded last time?

What will become of Sherlock Holmes?

Gu Xu took a breath and temporarily suppressed these thoughts.

Now is not the time to think about these things; there are still a lot of things to deal with.

"Army Regiment Commander, do you have any updates on the situation with the Northern Alliance?"

"Not at the moment..."

Lu Xingchen shook his head, then continued, "But with the fall of the Origin-level, the situation is probably not much better..."