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

At the same time, the scene that Gu Xu saw was not exclusive to the Northern Alliance.

Because, just as Gu Xu sensed something was wrong.

Throughout the entire Blue Star plane, regardless of east, west, south, north, or altitude, whether in bustling cities or remote mountain villages, whether under the sun or in the shadows.

Everyone saw the change in the sky.

Before everyone's eyes, the ominous dark red color began to spread in all directions from the area where the Northern Alliance was located.

Like a huge curtain soaked in filth and blood, being slowly pulled down from the "top" of the world by a hand.

Where the crimson hue passed, daylight seemed to turn into dusk, the sunlight filtered into a dim and eerie darkness, coating everything with a sickly red glow.

The once azure sky was gone, leaving only a dark red dome that was unsettling and deepening over time.

On the dome, those minute marks began to become visible to the naked eye, appearing particularly menacing against the dark red background.

"Look up in the sky! What's that?"

"Shit? Why is the sky red again?"

"A crack! You see it! The sky is cracking open!!!"

Visibly, everyone across the entire plane who looked up and saw the changes in the sky couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

A feeling of indescribable unease and unease welled up inside me.

In an instant, exclamations, doubts, and whispers echoed sporadically in every corner of the world.

However, this is just the beginning.

Just as people were unsettled by the dramatic changes in the sky, some exclaiming in surprise, others discussing the matter with trepidation.

A voice suddenly rang in their minds without warning.

The sound was very soft and subtle.

It's like silkworms munching on mulberry leaves, or like countless tiny grains of sand rubbing against an iron plate.

"Hiss... hiss..."

It resonated directly at the deepest level of consciousness, bypassing the eardrums, bypassing the air, and reaching the soul.

"hiss--"

This voice resonated with those professionals with strong mental power, especially those who had reached a certain level of proficiency.

The impact of this sound is relatively limited.

They just felt a strange noise suddenly appear deep in their minds, which interfered with their thoughts and caused a slight stinging sensation, but it was still within their tolerance range.

Some spiritual saints can even forcibly mobilize their spiritual power to temporarily block or expel the sound from the surface of their consciousness.

But for those people who have no profession, average mental strength, or are just ordinary people.

This sudden hissing sound was nothing short of an unexpected disaster.

"Ugh! My head... my head hurts so much!"

"What is that? What's that voice in my head?"

"It's so noisy! Turn it off! Can someone turn it off?!"

"Mom...I have a headache..."

Countless people covered their heads.

Some turned deathly pale instantly, breaking out in a cold sweat; others collapsed to the ground, groaning in agony.

The children were terrified and cried loudly, their cries mingling with the hissing sounds in their minds, adding to the confusion.

As time went on, the sound intensified.

As a result, many people with weaker constitutions and less resilient mental strength soon begin to feel dizzy, nauseous, and their consciousness begins to blur.

At this moment, the entire plane was thrown into chaos by the color of the sky and a silent hiss.

……

And at the heart of all this chaos.

Gu Xu's figure appeared in the sky above the former City of Glory of the Northern Alliance as if by teleportation.

Beneath his feet, the realm of calamity silently unfolded, lifting him high into the sky.

Then, he saw the scene below.

Even with his vast experience and knowledge of monsters with 120 billion HP in high-dimensional secret realms, Gu Xu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

This once majestic city, a symbol of the Northern Alliance's iron will and glory, can no longer be called a "city" at this moment.

As far as the eye can see, there are almost no complete buildings.

The skyscrapers looked as if they had been crushed by an invisible giant hand and then haphazardly piled together, forming a mountain range of rubble covered with a sticky red substance.

The outline of the street was still faintly discernible, but the road surface had become something that pulsated slightly.

A dark red light path, resembling blood vessels, meandered and crawled between the ground and ruins, flowing with a viscous, luminous liquid that converged towards the city center.

What sends chills down your spine the most is the altar in the center of the square.

The altar is towering, and its original appearance is no longer recognizable.

But now its surface is covered with a constantly writhing, dark red membrane.

At the top of the altar, a vortex made of red energy was slowly rotating, its center incredibly deep.

It seemed to connect to some indescribable abyss.

Directly below the vortex, at the very center of the altar, a figure knelt silently.

Even from a great distance, Gu Xu could sense the madness and piety emanating from that figure, as well as the rapidly dissipating life force.

At that very moment, an energy fluctuation that Gu Xu was extremely familiar with emanated from the body of the guy in front of him.

At the same time, Gu Xu instantly realized that the gaze he felt in the high-dimensional secret realm was coming from this guy.

That so-called false messenger of the god.

"So it was you."

Gu Xu murmured to himself, his voice drifting and lingering in the wind.

The moment Gu Xu finished speaking, his gaze naturally swept over the ground around the altar.

There, scattered around, were not flesh and blood puppets, but real "corpses".

Dragon corpse.

One after another, the massive remains of wyverns lay askew at the foot of the altar, their scales broken and their bodies shriveled, as if their life had been completely drained away by something.

Gu Xu was not surprised by these dragon corpses.

After all, the Northern Alliance has reached this point precisely because of the invasion from the [Kingdom of the Dragons] plane.

It's perfectly normal to find dragon corpses there.

But to Gu Xu's surprise, there was a familiar figure near the dragon corpse.

The man was lying face up, his death extremely gruesome.

The face that Gu Xu recognized.

Or rather, recognizing the authority that this outfit and face once represented.

Even under the cover of blood and dust.

His striking features and signature aquiline nose are still clearly visible.

Archbishop Gregory of the Federation of Europa.

That veteran powerhouse who held a high position in the Europa Federation and whose strength had reached the threshold of demigod.

That person who is often compared to the top combat forces of Sherlock Holmes and the Northern Alliance in intelligence reports.

"How did this guy get here? And why is he dead?"

Clearly, Gu Xu was also confused about the situation at the moment.

But soon, Gu Xu stopped thinking about these brain-wasting things.

After all, whatever the reason, it won't help the current situation.

"Oh……"

Thinking of this, Gu Xu chuckled lightly, his gaze returning to the figure in the center of the altar, and said calmly, "Your place really does have all sorts of guests."