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

Time ticked by, and Ivan lost count of how many punches he had thrown in front of the red light barrier.

All he knew was that his fists had gone from their initial furious barrage to...

It has become an almost mechanical repetition.

One punch after another.

With each punch, the red light barrier remained completely still.

But the skin on his fist had begun to crack, and blood dripped from between his fingers, freezing into dark red ice crystals when the cold wind blew.

Dmitri and Natalia, who were beside him, were in no better shape.

Dmitri is the most destructive of the three demigods in the Northern Alliance. His class is the legendary [Eternal Frost Icebreaker], and a single skill can split an iceberg in two.

But now, his skills hitting that red light barrier are like hitting a steel plate with cotton.

It's so soft and fluffy that not a single drop of water splashes up.

As for Natalia, this female demigod of the Northern Alliance, her class is [Midnight Ice Eroder], and she specializes in spatial skills.

Logically speaking, spatial abilities are the easiest to find weaknesses in barrier-type defenses.

But after attempting spatial tearing more than a dozen times, she came to a despairing conclusion.

This red light curtain is not a barrier in the conventional sense; it is more like a projection of some kind of high-dimensional rules, unaffected by the skills of this plane.

And that is the most despairing part.

Because it means they have no hope of breaking this thing.

"Ivan..."

After a long while, Dmitri finally stopped punching and spoke in a trembling voice.

He turned to look at his old buddy beside him, who was still mechanically swinging his fist: "That's enough."

"What's enough?!"

Ivan turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes practically spitting fire.

"You want me to stop?"

"There are still hundreds of thousands! Millions! Tens of millions inside! They are our people! Our comrades-in-arms! Our compatriots!"

"You want me to stop?!"

Dmitri didn't speak, he just looked at him silently.

The emotions in those eyes were too complex, containing sadness, self-blame, and helplessness.

He certainly wanted to keep fighting.

The problem is, it just won't open.

The power of a demigod has its limits, as does the strength of this light barrier.

This is clearly far beyond the limit.

The only result of continuing to hammer away is that you'll also get caught in the crossfire.

"We need to calm down."

Natalia spoke up. As the only woman among the three, she was able to maintain some rationality at this moment: "Let's discuss and come up with a feasible solution."

"If this continues, we will also run out of strength."

"By then, both inside and outside will be finished."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's fist-waving motion froze in mid-air, his entire body trembling violently.

A few seconds later, he slowly lowered his hand.

Yes, calm down.

But how can one remain calm in the face of such a situation?

The three demigods silently hovered high in the sky, completely separated from their former home by a blood-red light barrier.

Through that layer of red light, they could vaguely see the scene inside.

Those once familiar mountains, rivers, towns, streets, and buildings, and those professionals and people who once walked and went on those streets.

Now they have all become kneeling, fleshy puppets, facing the same direction.

It's like they're worshipping something.

The scene made the three demigods, who were used to all kinds of storms, feel as if their hearts were being squeezed, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Should we seek help from the Europa League?"

After a short while, Dmitri tentatively spoke.

"It's too late."

Natalia shook her head: "Judging from the speed of the changes inside, this ritual will be completed in no time. The nearest demigod in the Europa Alliance is tens of thousands of miles away. By the time he arrives, it will all be over!"

"not to mention……"

She didn't say what she was going to say, but all three of them knew what was going on.

Besides, even if the demigods of Europe came, so what?

What three demigods couldn't open together, could one or two more open?

Silence enveloped the three of them once again.

This silence was heavier than before, as if even the air had thickened.

"...So what do we do next?"

After a long while, Dmitry finally managed to ask the question with difficulty.

Ivan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He wanted to answer, but he didn't know how.

He is the leader of the demigods in the Northern League.

It is the pinnacle that countless Northern League professionals look up to.

But at that moment, he found himself unable to find any way to solve the problem.

That feeling of helplessness when facing monsters from higher-dimensional realms surged into my heart once again.

But this time is different from the last.

However, just as the three were about to reach the peak of despair, a sound drifted faintly from the distant horizon.

The sound was very faint at first, so faint that it was almost inaudible.

But it's just too recognizable.

Because that was... the sound of a suona.

"Tick-tock—"

Each time, it's that kind of festive suona tune that only appears in wedding processions in ancient times of the Sherman Empire—so festive it makes your teeth ache.

In other contexts, they might think, "Who's having a happy occasion?"

But it's placed in the skies above this Northern League.

Placed before this sky-filling curtain of blood-red light.

The sound of the suona rang out...

How so?

It's like you're squatting at the entrance of a hospital, wailing, when suddenly a wedding car pulls up next to you and sets off a string of firecrackers.

The occasion was inappropriate.

But it was in this rather inappropriate situation.

The sound of the suona caused the expressions of the three demigods to change simultaneously.

Ivan was the first to react, and he looked up sharply in the direction from which the sound came.

In the distance, a dark shadow was rapidly approaching on the horizon, its vastness obscuring half the sky.

In the center of the shadows, a ghostly palanquin shrouded in red mist was flying toward them at an absurdly high speed.

The sheer scale and imposing presence of the event made one instinctively want to move aside.

"It's him."

Natalia uttered those two words, her voice carrying a subtle emotion.

Dmitri nodded slowly, his expression becoming complicated.

Yes, they knew who was coming.

In the entire Blue Star plane, there is only one person who can travel with such a grand entourage, and they have already learned that person's name well enough in the high-dimensional secret realm.

Ivan's clenched fist slowly loosened.

A complex and indescribable expression began to appear on his face.

There was a sense of relief in his expression, a hope that the problem could be solved.

But at the same time, there is a hint of bitterness.

But the feeling was truly indescribable.

However, it's a long story.

It's a million times better than watching your compatriots turn into flesh and blood puppets.

The three exchanged a glance, and simultaneously read the same meaning in each other's eyes...

I can't worry about that anymore.