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

Meanwhile, within the City of Eternal Winter, [Munedimi], the agent of the [Dimensional Devourer Gods], knelt on the altar, chanting something in a low voice.

The earth around him was completely cracked, with one huge fissure after another appearing.

The length and depth of those cracks have turned the once prosperous city of Eternal Winter into ruins.

Within the cracks, red light gathered and formed dark red pillars of light.

Those beams of light shot straight up into the sky, tearing a huge hole in the clouds overhead.

At the edge of that hole, space itself was violently distorted, as if something was trying to squeeze in from another dimension.

The blood sacrifice chanting ceremony has been completed.

Visible to the naked eye, within an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers, all life, everything.

They were all transformed into flesh and blood puppets.

Their lives were extracted, and their souls were sealed within their bodies, becoming the "fuel" for this ritual.

Without a doubt, Munetimi was the instigator of all this!

However, incredibly, he was completely different from before.

Previously, Munetimi might have been able to view everything in this plane as if he were a god, looking down on ants.

But now, his expression had completely spiraled out of control, reduced to a near-manic frenzy.

"Finally... finally this moment has arrived."

Munedimi's voice trembled wildly, as if someone who had been mute for a lifetime was speaking again.

But even that sound caused the ground beneath his feet to tremble slightly.

The next moment, he slowly raised his hands.

Visibly, his once snow-white hands had turned a deep purple.

Moreover, lines on his skin constantly wriggled and moved, like a group of snakes that had come to life.

"Hugu..."

The moment he raised his hand, he opened his mouth and began to chant again.

The voice was low and hoarse, carrying a sense of utter despair that evoked profound sorrow.

With each word he uttered, the surrounding space would tremble again, as if his voice were knocking on a door.

At the same time, his body was also constantly dissipating.

But Munetimi clearly didn't care.

Because he had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

The chanting lasted for about ten seconds.

He then stopped.

As the chanting ended, the eerie sound dissipated into the blood-red mist, and the surroundings fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Then he took a deep breath and slowly lowered his head.

A distinct look of humility suddenly appeared on that already crazed face.

It's like a dog seeing its owner.

"Great and eternal [Lord of Dimensions Zogra], your most loyal servant, dimensional walker, burner of order... Munetimi."

"With the blood and soul of this dimension as offerings, I send you my most loyal call."

Munedimi spoke slowly, each word seemingly carefully considered.

His voice was full of respect, yet it also carried an undisguised urgency.

"On this low-dimensional wasteland, your servants have traveled through countless fragments of time, traversing between countless dying planes."

"I have traversed desolation, witnessed decay, and personally ended the last struggles of countless civilizations. All of this is to fulfill the sole mission you have given me."

At this point, Munetimi paused, her breathing becoming more rapid.

His chest heaved violently, like an overloaded engine.

In the few seconds he paused, something changed around him.

The dark red beams of light that had been shooting straight up into the sky suddenly began to bend and converge toward the spatial rift above Munedimi's head.

The red light at the edge of the crack gradually became dazzling, so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

With each flash of the red light, the crack in the space above his head widened.

As the crack widens, a portion of the surrounding flesh disappears.

The fleshy bodies peeled away layer by layer, like sand sculptures being eroded by the wind, starting from the edges.

Before long, it turned into invisible blood-red dust and floated up towards the crack above.

The crimson dust particles were completely swallowed up the moment they came into contact with the crack.

But Munedimi was completely oblivious to this; he didn't even glance at the dissipating puppets.

Because in his eyes, these things were less valuable than the mud on his feet.

After a few seconds of pause, Munetimi continued speaking.

This time, his voice rose half a tone, and the urgency and fervor in his tone could no longer be concealed.

"My master, the eternal gazer above the dimensions, your servant hereby presents you with a message that is enough to shake all dimensions."

"In the lower-dimensional plane [The Rift], I found it..."

"Traces of the past."

And when these words came out of his mouth...

The entire sky seemed to have time frozen.

The blood-red mist that had been slowly flowing suddenly stopped, and the eerie energy fluctuations that filled the air became deathly still in an instant.

Even the expanding spatial rift above their heads seemed to tremble violently as if it had been stimulated by something.

"Buzz~!"

But the next moment, accompanied by a piercing explosion, the speed at which the blood-red crack in the sky expanded increased several times over.

The flesh and blood on the ground that hadn't yet dissipated disappeared at an equally rapid pace.

……

Meanwhile, just as Munedimi was frantically offering sacrifices in the City of Eternal Winter, demonstrating his loyalty to his master.

At the edge of the blood-red area, three figures were suspended in the air.

They launched a storm-like attack on the red light barrier in front of them.

Without a doubt, these three were the three Northern Alliance demigods led by Ivan who went to compete for the high-dimensional secret realm.

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of these three figures were filled with anger, sorrow, helplessness, despair, and... urgency.

Not long ago, on their way back to the Northern Alliance from the secret realm, they successfully received an "outdated" distress message.

And those pieces of information are...

[Three Source-level units have invaded the Yalong Royal Court plane. Please immediately abandon the contest for the higher-dimensional secret realm and return to provide support as quickly as possible.]

[The defensive line has collapsed. All combat forces should quickly assemble in the City of Eternal Winter.]

And the final message... [All Saint-level units, immediately retreat westward to the Europa Alliance for assistance!]

But clearly, the time interval between these events was too long.

As a result, their familiar home has now become like this.

"asshole!"

Ivan and the other two demigods used all their strength to bombard the red light screen in front of them with punch after punch.

The furious roars exploded repeatedly in the cold wind, echoing across the sky!

However, it was clear that even though they were demigods, they could not shake the red light barrier in the slightest. They could only feel the scene inside the red light barrier, which was like a hell on earth.