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

But the next moment, the realm of calamity descended.

Centered on Gu Xu, the black domain expanded once again in an extremely domineering manner.

There were no violent explosions wherever the area passed.

There was also no intense energy collision.

Those light blades that seemed capable of slicing through planets vanished without a trace the moment they touched the barrier of the Calamity Domain, just like ice and snow falling into lava.

What's even more terrifying is yet to come.

"Since you guys enjoy ganging up on the few, I'll call some of my little brothers out to stretch my muscles too."

Gu Xu stood in the center of the domain and snapped his fingers.

A gray-black mist churned, and several figures once again stepped out from the call of the river of time.

The first to step out was naturally the strange bride in a bright red wedding dress.

The moment she peeked out, an aura of extreme sorrow filled the air.

The Netherworld Marriage Domain unfolded directly, and tens of thousands of Void Star Piercers within its range found themselves unable to move.

The weapons they were carrying had turned into red "double happiness" characters.

"Why……"

The eerie bride's mournful voice echoed throughout the space.

In just half a second, the tens of thousands of level 105 vanguard soldiers in the front row were as if someone had unplugged them.

They fell from the starry sky in swathes, turning into ashes.

"Hi hi hi..."

Immediately afterwards, an extremely lewd laugh rang out.

Tucci, leaning on a human bone cane, emerged from the shadows.

Those sly, beady green eyes glanced at the densely packed void army around them.

Excitedly rubbing its paws together, the halo of decay seamlessly followed.

The green poisonous fog spread wildly from its center.

In an instant, those who pierced through the void turned into puddles of green pus in the poisonous fog.

New plague-infected baby mice even emerged from the pus.

Squeaking, it pounced on its next target.

The Eye of the Ancients squeezed out from the void.

With a slight turn of its enormous pupils, beams of destructive energy swept out like slicing a cake.

The Void Race members struck by the ray were wiped out without even being able to scream.

Wherever the rays passed, they left behind a vacuum zone several kilometers long.

Immediately following was the funeral procession at dusk.

The world-destroying flock of crows.

At this moment, the calamities once again demonstrated their terrifying power under the blessing of Gu Xu, the former sovereign.

As for Gu Xu himself?

As a contractor and boss.

Naturally, he did not make a move; he merely flapped the Wings of the Past slightly.

It's like an old leader inspecting the work.

He would head towards places where monsters were concentrated.

He strolled ahead, while five Calamity minions frantically unleashed their skills to clear the area.

Those emotionless killing armies that had once destroyed 30,000 divine realms were no match for Gu Xu and his underlings.

It's even more fragile than the chives in the field.

The overwhelming power of the old regime has turned their once-proud rank and numbers into a joke.

A straight and wide avenue is visible to the naked eye.

It was forcibly laid out amidst the dense, black torrent.

From Gu Xu's feet, it stretches all the way to the deepest part of the starry sky.

And in the rear.

Wang Cang, Tang Yi, Elder Ge, and that group of foreign demigods were completely petrified at this moment.

They watched as Gu Xu cleared a path through the millions of troops as if he were slicing melons and chopping vegetables.

Everyone gaped open.

My jaw almost dropped to the ground again.

Old Ge wiped the cold sweat from his face and muttered to himself, "I've fought many battles in my life, but I've never fought one this outrageous."

"Old Wang, is this kid really a job changer?"

"He doesn't seem like he's one of us at all!"

……

Just as Gu Xu's calamities were cutting through the starry sky of the high-dimensional secret realm, they were busy with their own schemes.

Somewhere on Earth, the atmosphere is completely different.

The Northern Alliance, the city of eternal winter.

This once glorious city of the Northern Alliance is now a ruin, scarred and engulfed in flames.

However, if you look down from a high place, you will naturally find that there is a very conspicuous place in the whole city.

That was the eerie altar in the central square, and... the giant dragon corpses lying haphazardly around the altar.

Those once high and mighty dragons were now dying a horrific death, their corpses, large and small, piled together, filling the air with a stench.

A man dressed in a papal robe stood before the altar, tossing a blood-red skull in his hand.

"These lizards are quite sturdy, but unfortunately, they're not very bright."

The man muttered something and slammed the blood-red skull in his hand into the corner of the altar.

As the blood-red skull landed.

The surrounding space distorted violently, as if it were boiling water.

As the surrounding space distorted, an ominous aura spread wildly from the center outwards from the altar.

Just then, an extremely strong magical fluctuation suddenly came from the distant sky.

The next moment, a golden crack was forcibly torn open on the horizon in the direction of the Europa Federation.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people dressed in the Vatican's magnificent robes filed out from the crack.

Without a doubt, they were the knights of the "Disciples of God" under the command of the European Papacy.

They are also true elite professionals in the Europa League.

Any one of these people could be someone who could shake a small country with a stomp of their foot.

Even the worst among them are at least eighth-rank quasi-saints, and more than 70% of them wear the badge of a saint on their chests.

The old man at the very front was holding a jewel-encrusted scepter, his face filled with a compassionate expression.

If anyone were present, they would immediately recognize him as Gregory, the Archbishop of the European Federation Papacy.

Not long after... Gregory landed safely with the Vatican's elites.

"Is everything cleaned up?"

The man in the black robe looked at Gregory as he approached and casually asked a question.

Gregory nodded: "Of course, Gregory, my brother."

Hearing this, Grigory scoffed, "I'm curious, what were those Northern Alliance guys' expressions like when they died?"

At this point, Gregory sighed, looking utterly compassionate: "Of course, it was perfectly peaceful!"

"Because they all died in the embrace of God and went to heaven."

Clearly, when the Dragon King's Court launched a massive invasion, and Andre led two demigods south, only to be killed by the Divine Summer with the [Spine of God], the defenses of the City of Eternal Winter collapsed instantly.

The Northern League leadership was completely thrown into a panic.

In particular, Ivan and the other demigods had entered a higher-dimensional realm and were unable to receive any distress signals.

Only the demigods, led by Nova, knew what despair truly meant.

In the end, they could only rush to the Europa Federation with their last hope to seek help.

In Nova's view, although they occasionally bicker over trivial matters.

But at this critical juncture of alien invasion, the people of Earth must unite.

The Europa Federation is a beacon of hope for humanity; we must lend a hand to our brothers.

They never dreamed of what would happen.

They pushed open the door to hell, not the door of salvation, but the gates of hell, with high hopes.