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

Similar discussions erupted simultaneously on every forum and social media platform within the Divine Xia Empire.

From mainstream media in big cities to local forums in small counties.

From veterans' chat groups to school class groups.

From the internal channels of professional guilds to the family group chats of ordinary citizens.

Everywhere, the same topic.

Gu Xu, the legion commander of the Calamity Army, has killed three Origin-level beings, an unprecedented feat.

Soon, a comment flooded various comment sections: "With him in Sherlock, what is there to fear?"

……

At the same moment when the entire Divine Xia Empire was in an uproar.

The Northern Alliance, the city of eternal winter.

The flames of war raged, as if divine punishment had just descended upon the world, and in the burning city center square, there should have been a huge bronze sculpture.

That statue is of the founding father of the Northern League.

A burly warrior wielding a warhammer and wearing a bearskin.

The statue has stood here for thousands of years and is an iconic landmark of the city of eternal winter.

It is also a symbol of the city's spirit.

But now, the bronze sculpture is gone.

It was uprooted.

In its place, the statue has been replaced by something that is completely out of this era.

altar.

An altar made of massive, dark black stones.

The surface of the boulder was rough and unpolished, with a faint dark red glow flowing between its textures.

The light was not bright; in fact, it was quite dim.

But it stood out conspicuously against the backdrop of the night.

The altar is a regular hexagon, with a stone pillar more than two meters high standing at each corner.

The top of the stone pillar is carved with some kind of unrecognizable script.

It's just this one strange thing...

This made even the massive, physically powerful war dragons feel extremely uncomfortable.

If I get even a little too close, I feel dizzy, nauseous, and my neck feels cold.

I always feel like something is watching me from the shadows.

Below the altar, Agron stood.

His complexion was very bad, and he even looked anxious.

The reason for this is that Ignatius's aura has completely disappeared.

At first, he could barely comfort himself, thinking that maybe the distance was too far, or maybe he had used some kind of aura-concealing skill during the battle.

But he knew in his heart how weak these excuses were.

"Has the Fire Dragon King... truly perished?"

Clearly, even after deceiving himself, Agron couldn't help but start thinking the worst.

He couldn't even imagine the shock this would cause if it reached the Yalong Royal Court.

But he can't think that far ahead right now.

He only knew one thing—he couldn't panic.

At least it cannot be shown.

Because behind him, on the open ground around the altar, were dozens of dragon soldiers, whom Ignatius had left behind to assist him in completing his mission.

If these soldiers knew that the three Dragon Kings had died in battle, their morale would collapse in an instant.

At that point, let alone completing the mission, it's questionable whether we'll even be able to leave this planet alive.

So he could only remain silent.

However, just as he was forcibly calming himself down...

"Buzz—!"

An aura exploded from the sky without warning.

The aura came from the west.

Although they were extremely far apart, they were approaching at an alarming speed.

"Um?"

Agron's first reaction was to look up.

But before he could fully raise his head, the aura had already rushed from afar to nearby.

The speed was so fast that Agron's senses had barely caught the fluctuation of the aura.

The next second, that aura had already reached the skies above the City of Eternal Winter.

It took less than a breath.

Agron's pupils suddenly contracted to a slit as he sensed the intensity of that aura.

He is neither a saint nor a demigod.

It's not just any ordinary source-level source.

The oppressive feeling was heavy, like a boulder pressing on my chest.

The dozens of dragon soldiers around them reacted even more violently.

Those who were nearby immediately knelt down on one knee, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Cold sweat streamed down his face.

Two of the lower-ranking individuals rolled their eyes and fainted immediately.

What is this thing?!

Agron clenched his teeth and stared at a certain direction in the sky with his vertical pupils.

Then he saw a figure.

Floating above the city of eternal winter, overlooking everything below.

The distance was too far to see their faces clearly.

But Agron sensed something strange about the aura surrounding that figure.

Agron's brain was still working at high speed, trying to determine the identity and intentions of the newcomer, but the next moment, the figure suddenly spoke.

"So that's how it is..."

"The gods are about to appear, and the heretics... will soon have their heads chopped off."

The moment the man spoke, Agron felt his blood freeze.

It wasn't out of fear.

Rather, it was because of the way that person said those words.

He really felt his blood starting to stagnate.

The next moment, Agron's mouth opened only half an inch.

He wanted to sternly question the other party's identity.

But before he could speak, the figure above spoke again: "Dragon cubs below, which divine messenger are you to be welcoming?"

"Um?"

The moment those words reached Agron's ears.

He felt as if every inch of the dragon's skin was bursting open.

The dragon's heart in his chest felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

I can't even jump.

Messenger of the gods.

These four words represent the most important thing in the Yalong Royal Court's current expedition.

Meanwhile, the number of people in the entire expeditionary force who knew about this could be counted on one hand.

Ignatius knew, Cross knew, Olivia knew.

Then there's Agron.

Four.

There are only four in total.

Clos and Olivia are already dead.

Ignatius's aura has also disappeared, and he has most likely perished as well.

In other words, he is the only remaining member of the dragon race on this planet who knows about the "messenger of the gods".

So here's the question.

How did this guy in front of me know that?

In an instant, a multitude of possibilities flooded Agron's mind.

Unfortunately, regardless of the possibility...

He rejected them all one by one.

So he could only take a deep breath and forcefully suppress the surging fear in his chest.

Then he raised his head, staring directly at the figure in the sky, and forced out the question: "Who are you?"

"Why are you saying these incomprehensible things here?"

Clearly, this was the best course of action he could think of.

Neither admitting nor denying, they first passed the ball back to test the waters.

If the other party is just testing him, trying to trick him.

Then his words revealed nothing.

The phrase "I don't understand" shut all doors.

Unfortunately, the other party was clearly not buying it, and the figure in the sky remained silent for two seconds.

Those two seconds made Agron's heart leap into his throat, and then the voice rang out again: "Stop pretending, I know exactly what you're up to."

"If I'm not mistaken, the one you want to welcome... is the agent of the Devouring Gods, Munedimi?"