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

This sentence contains a lot of information.

It's so big that it takes Agron's brain several seconds to process it.

But it was precisely at the moment of fully digesting that sentence.

He understood the other party's position.

That means... the other party is not a member of the Devouring God Clan, not a collaborator, and not an ally.

Their goal is the power of that great one himself.

This is the enemy.

"you……"

Agron's Adam's apple bobbed up and down suddenly.

Are you crazy?

Clearly, he didn't say those words aloud.

Because of the people who can say such things.

There are usually two types.

One type is genuinely insane, the other has enough confidence.

The source-level aura emanating from this person, and the fact that he could appear silently above the City of Eternal Winter, proved that he belonged to the latter category.

The problem is, even if the other party is at the Origin level... it's impossible for them to contend with that great one.

What is the concept of the agent of the Devouring Gods?

That is an existence that can make all nine Origin-level Dragon Kings in the entire Yalong Plane bow down.

The dragon race of one plane is used as chess pieces to conquer other planes.

The level of power of this existence has far exceeded the scope of "source level".

You, a mere Origin-level being, want to seize that person's power?

It's like an ant trying to shake a tree.

But Agron didn't say it aloud. Because he sensed a more dangerous possibility.

What if... the other person isn't alone?

He was referring to "us".

How many people does this "we" represent?

How many source levels?

If it were a force composed of multiple Source-level beings, specifically targeting and plundering the power of the Devouring Dimension Gods...

That would be a different story!

However, just as his mind was in turmoil...

The figure in the sky made a new move; the aura surrounding that person began to subside, and the previously blurry outline gradually became clearer.

It was like a layer of fog dissipating, revealing the true face behind it.

It was a man, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe.

He wasn't particularly tall; in fact, he could be described as rather thin.

He had a small, neatly trimmed gray-white beard on his chin, and a cloak embroidered with a gold coat of arms, the emblem of which was a longsword with a cross inserted in a book.

If there were any high-level professionals from Earth present at this moment.

They will definitely recognize this face immediately.

This face is quite well-known worldwide.

Gregory.

Europa League, Papal Archbishop.

The de facto leader of the entire European professional system, and one of the beings most closely associated with the Source level in the thousands of years of the Papacy's history.

Within the Europa League's power structure, it is the undisputed ruler.

But, if someone who knows him is here.

They would immediately realize that the Gregory in front of them was very different from the person they remembered.

Those are eyes.

Because the right eye socket of this "Gregory" in front of us is empty.

There was just a dark hole hanging on his face.

And the color of his only remaining left eye was also wrong, because... that eyeball was gold.

……

As night fell, the eastern horizon began to lighten with the faint glow of dawn.

Gu Xu rode the ghost sedan chair all the way south. Although the distance from the northern border to Longjing was far, it was only a matter of a blink of an eye thanks to the teleportation ability of the Styx Ghost Sedan Chair.

On his way here, he had already made two phone calls to Li Weiguo.

It indicates that you have important matters to discuss in person.

Clearly, both ministers were seasoned veterans; they could sense something special in Gu Xu's tone.

Because there was a serious tone in his voice.

The fact that Commander Gu was so serious and earnest was enough to prove that what he was talking about must be something extraordinary.

So neither of them asked any further questions, and they simply replied with one word: "Okay."

The ghost sedan chair stopped at the Supreme Command Building.

In the early hours of the morning, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Longjing.

But the area around the headquarters was brightly lit.

After all, there are many things happening tonight.

The commotion was too great.

This meant that no one in the military could sleep at all.

As Gu Xu walked through the gates of the headquarters...

The guards at the gate were taken aback at first.

Almost simultaneously, they snapped to attention and saluted.

"Commander Gu!"

Gu Xu nodded to them, raised his hand in return, and didn't say anything more.

They kept walking inside.

Once inside the building, I encountered many more people in the corridor.

Staff officers hurried out of their respective offices.

There were communications soldiers carrying documents, walking briskly through the area.

There were also several high-ranking officers who had just come from a frontline video conference.

His face showed signs of exhaustion from not having slept all night.

But without exception...

Everyone reacted the same way the moment they saw Gu Xu.

At first, I was stunned.

And then—

"salute!"

"Commander Gu!"

The sound of salutes echoed throughout the corridor, carrying a heartfelt solemnity.

But besides being solemn, there's something else.

There was something very straightforward in the eyes of those officers.

worship.

That was heartfelt respect for someone who had truly created a miracle.

Three Source-level kills in one night.

So now, everyone in the corridor looks at Gu Xu as if they are looking at a living legend.

Gu Xu walked on, returning the gifts as he went, his steps never stopping.

Soon, he arrived at the door of that familiar office.

The door was ajar.

Before even opening the door, Gu Xu could smell a strong, pungent smell of smoke wafting out from under the door.

It looked like it was on fire inside.

"How much did Minister Li smoke?"

Gu Xu's lips twitched slightly, then he pushed the door open and went inside.

as predicted……

The office was filled with smoke, like a fairyland.

No, it's even worse than paradise.

At least in the fairyland you can see some clouds, but inside this room it's basically just a grayish-white fog, with visibility of no more than three meters.

Li Weiguo sat behind his desk, a cigarette between his fingers. The ashtray on the desk was piled high, and two empty cigarette packs lay scattered beside it.

Judging by this, he must have smoked at least two or three packs tonight.

Across from the desk, Zhang Daoxuan sat in a chair.

A cup of tea is placed in front of me.

The steam rising from the teacup mingled with the smoke filling the room, creating a strange sense of layering.

When Gu Xu came in, the two of them stood up at the same time.

"You're back?"

Gu Xu didn't rush to reply. Instead, he glanced at the smoke filling the room, then looked at the still-smoking cigarette in Li Weiguo's hand, and said with some disdain, "Hey boss, could you smoke less?"

"If you keep smoking like that, even the strongest lungs won't be able to take it."

Upon hearing this, Li Weiguo paused in his actions.

He looked down at the cigarette in his hand.

She looked up at Gu Xu again.

Then... he simply shoved the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

"Okay, I won't smoke anymore!"