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

The instant Grigory and Gregory heard those words.

My mind felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, buzzing loudly.

As his pupils contracted instantly, a profound sense of horror welled up within him.

They planned for a long time and set up the altar.

They even went so far as to murder the high-ranking officials of the Northern Alliance, all in order to use the summons of the Dragon King's Court to guide the divine agents and steal divine power from them when they were off guard.

Thus, it can break through to a higher level.

But now, not only are they not trapped, they have also seen through their secrets at a glance and called out the true name of the god they believe in.

How could they not be horrified?

However, if that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. What truly chilled them to the bone was... the information revealed in that sentence.

Has [Heart of Solitude - Lord] already fallen?

Dead?! How is that possible?!

It should be noted that, according to the Vatican's description, it is a great and transcendent being with incomparably powerful strength, truly immortal and indestructible.

A single thought gives birth to the universe; a single thought dies, and the universe perishes.

But it is precisely for this reason that Lord has no choice but to hypnotize himself in order to prevent the universe from being destroyed, thus falling into a deep sleep.

That's why it has remained hidden from the world for a thousand years.

Therefore, in their view, the great Lord has simply fallen into slumber.

And now you're telling them their gods are dead?

How could they possibly believe that?

Even though they had a thousand reasons not to believe it, the oppressive aura emanating from the blood-red figure before them left no room for doubt.

That was a complete, dimensional-transcending crushing defeat.

At that moment, the two felt that the air around them had become heavier than a block of iron.

The air in my chest cavity was squeezed out little by little.

The lung felt like it was about to burst from the pressure.

Forget about stealing divine power as originally planned; they can't even lift a finger or take a proper breath anymore.

The blood stagnated in the blood vessels, and the heart beat at an extremely slow rate, with each beat accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain.

As time passed, the crimson light in the center of the altar gradually subsided.

The humanoid silhouette finally revealed its true form.

He was a tall and slender man.

He was wrapped in a magnificent robe, the hem of which was inlaid with jewels like stars, and he floated slightly in the windless ruins.

His appearance was extremely handsome, with soft facial features and an otherworldly quality that transcended gender.

The ears are long and pointed, extending backward.

It looks like a blood elf.

However, the only thing that is offensive is that He has three eyes.

In particular, the single, vertical eye between her eyebrows had no pupil, only a flowing crimson color, giving her originally beautiful face an indescribable eeriness.

Without a doubt, He is the descendant that the Dragon King's court has been waiting for.

Munedimi, the agent of [Shiwei Azrael], the lord of the Shiwei God Clan.

Munedimi's three eyes coldly swept across the surroundings.

Looking around at the European papacy elites, their bodies stiff with fear.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Then, He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Yes, within his sense of smell.

These people have all acquired the essence of [Heart of Solitude Lord].

The stench was so foul that it caused His divine body to experience severe discomfort.

"Dirty maggots..."

The next moment, He slightly opened His mouth and let out a very soft sigh.

The voice didn't have any special tone; it was even somewhat soft.

But when that sigh reached everyone's ears, the situation completely changed.

The sigh transformed into a visible dark red ripple centered on the altar.

It swept in all directions.

The papal saints standing in front didn't even have time to react.

Ripples swept across their bodies, and their legendary armor instantly shattered into dust.

Immediately afterwards, their flesh, bones, and internal organs completely disintegrated in less than half a second.

"Bang!"

A cloud of crimson blood mist exploded in the air.

This is just the beginning.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled thuds echoed in the central square of the City of Eternal Winter.

The European elites, who were full of fervor just a moment ago, dreaming of stealing divine power and reaching the pinnacle, now looked like a series of punctured water balloons.

There were no screams, and no room for struggle.

Within the area swept by the dark red ripples, countless vibrant lives vanished in an instant.

Dozens of quasi-saints and saints were all shattered into a cloud of blood mist with this sigh.

The smell of blood was so strong it made me want to vomit.

The once snow-covered ruins were now stained a shocking dark red.

On the other side of the ripples, they headed straight for Grigory and Gregory.

However, just moments before death arrived.

A blinding burst of holy light suddenly erupted from within Gregory's robes.

That was his personal mythical-level equipment, the sacred relic of the European Church, the Book of the Righteous.

The heavy parchment book flew out of his arms on its own and hovered in mid-air.

The pages flipped wildly, and amidst the rustling sound of the paper, countless golden runes emerged from the pages, weaving together to form a thick shield of light in front of the two.

The dark red ripples slammed into the golden light shield.

The moment the two completely different forces came into contact, the light shield trembled violently, and the golden runes peeled off and shattered layer by layer under the erosion of the dark red ripples.

The Book of the Righteous Ones trembled violently, and its pages, which had originally exuded a sacred aura, began to yellow and dry rapidly.

In just a second or two, this mythical piece of equipment, which had protected the Holy See for countless years, exhausted all its original power.

"Snap!"

As the light shield shattered, the ancient book in mid-air turned into ashes.

Scattered on the blood-stained ground.

But those one or two seconds gained completely neutralized the power of the dark red ripple.

"Bang!"

Grigory and Gregory were thrown by the aftershocks of the explosion and crashed heavily onto a pile of rubble dozens of meters away.

Both of them coughed up a mouthful of blood, and many of their bones were broken.

But at least, they survived.

The Book of the Righteous, at the cost of its own destruction, pulled them back from the brink of death.

The suffocating, transdimensional pressure on his body eased for a moment as the ripples dissipated.

They gasped for breath, inhaling the icy, bone-chilling air into their lungs.

Only then did I truly feel that I had come back to life.

In that brief moment, they truly experienced the absolute power belonging to the level of gods.

Seeing this, Munedimi on the altar tilted her head slightly.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Admittedly, His current state is not His true form descending; it is merely a shell temporarily pieced together with offerings.

But he was well aware of the significance of his sigh.

The sound waves imbued with a trace of the power of rules should not be something that a group of Origin-level professionals could withstand.