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

Li Weiguo did not move.

He's waiting, waiting for the last few nodes to turn green.

Ten seconds later, the indicator lights for the last batch of launch nodes on the screen simultaneously turned green.

Throughout Sherlock, all the power projection capabilities were in place.

Li Weiguo took a deep breath and glanced back at Zhang Daoxuan behind him.

Zhang Daoxuan didn't speak, but simply nodded.

Li Weiguo turned around and stared at the screen.

He spoke.

"emission."

Only two words.

But the moment those two words were transmitted through the communication link, the entire Sheikha military system responded simultaneously.

"Roger that! Launch all units!"

The operator's voice echoed in the channel, followed by a series of deafening roars.

In an instant, all the launch racks were deployed and opened fire simultaneously.

One after another, dazzling rays of light rose rapidly from all parts of Shenxia.

Hundreds of paths.

Thousands of them.

The entire sky of Sheikha brightened.

From the ground, the lights flashed with all sorts of tail flames, leaving bright trails of light as they streaked across the sky.

These light trails rose from all directions of Sherlock and converged in the same direction.

The coordinates of Commander Gu's location in the north.

Countless ordinary people looked up at the golden streaks of light dancing in the night sky.

They didn't know what those things were, but they could sense that the light was meant for Commander Gu.

Some people were speechless, just standing there, looking at the lights, their eyes red.

From the ground, it looks as if the entire country is shouting towards the north.

This time, however, it wasn't with sound.

Instead, they used the savings that everyone had accumulated over so many years, things that they would never normally use, to speak for him.

We are here.

……

Above the ruins of the City of Eternal Winter, Gu Xu was in a state of anxiety.

His tentacles were still frantically wrestling with Zogra's projection.

But at the same time, the other side is doing the same thing, and the war of attrition continues!

Whoever has the strongest foundation will be able to hold out until the end.

Judging from the current situation, he is indeed winning.

Zogra's projection is now almost half the size it was originally, most of its surface eyes are closed, and the number of tentacles is decreasing sharply.

At this rate, he could completely grind the projection to death in another half hour.

But that's not the problem; the problem lies beneath his feet.

Gu Xu could sense that the spatial structure of his underground dimension was collapsing at an accelerated rate.

Each time he collides with Zogra, the overflowing energy adds another layer of burden to the dimensional structure.

At this rate, the plane will collapse before he can wear down Zogra.

Once the plane shatters, everything will cease to exist.

What's the point of winning then?

"There's not enough time."

Gu Xu, in his divine state, made a judgment.

He needs an opportunity.

An opportunity to deliver a decisive blow to Zogra in a short period of time.

This would allow him to shatter and devour the opponent's projection in one go, instead of continuing to grind it down little by little.

But with his current remaining mental energy reserves... it's not quite enough.

Just one breath away, just one breath away.

However, just as this idea was taking shape...

Something fell on him from the south, from beyond the extremely distant horizon.

"Buzz—"

It was a warm force.

It wasn't exactly powerful, but the moment it touched Gu Xu's body, it was like a drop of water falling into a dried-up riverbed.

His mental strength, which had been steadily declining, stopped.

Then, it began to recover.

Gu Xu paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a second ray of light appeared.

The third way.

The fourth one.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh...

It's getting denser and denser, and the pace is getting faster and faster.

Like a torrential downpour.

Countless streaks of light shot down from the southern horizon.

Spanning tens of thousands of kilometers, the blows pounded one after another onto his massive body.

With each beam of light that struck, the power within him surged upwards.

The properties panel is popping up.

Mental strength is recovering.

The power is increasing.

The power of calamity is surging.

Those streaks of light are still coming.

Not ten or twenty, but hundreds or thousands.

Thousands upon thousands.

They surged in from the south in dense, continuous streams.

One of Gu Xu's tentacles on his right side twitched suddenly, and the force of its next swing was nearly 20% stronger than before.

"Bang--!"

Zogra's projection was caught off guard by this sudden surge.

Its massive body was forcibly pushed back a considerable distance.

The eyes that were still open on the surface contracted their pupils rapidly, revealing an emotion similar to surprise.

But this was just the beginning; the golden streaks of light continued to strike.

One after another.

The power within him is still rising.

Moreover, the speed of ascent is increasing, as those streaks of light are arriving one after another.

They formed a continuous flow of gain, as if they had been precisely calculated.

Meanwhile, behind those flowing lights, Gu Xu sensed something else.

Seven extremely strong life fluctuations.

Extremely familiar with it.

They were rushing towards him at an almost suicidal speed.

The aftershocks spread out from the area where he and Zogra clashed, each wave more intense than the last.

Logically speaking, any entity below the source level would be courting death if it approached that region.

But those seven life fluctuations did not slow down at all.

Gu Xu focused his mind for a moment.

He "saw" it.

At the very front, there was an old man.

He was covered in blood.

The domain was supporting him in front of him, covered with cracks and on the verge of shattering at any moment. His arms were trembling, and his face was so pale that it was almost bloodless.

But its flight speed never slowed down.

It's Wang Cang.

Wang Cang, Ge Lao, and Tang Yi stood on either side. Behind them were four figures—Helian Shu, Liu Tingchao, Su Changqing, and Shen Wuyuan.

The seven men formed a wedge-shaped formation, protecting the fighter jet formation behind them in the center.

The seven demigods were using their bodies to block the way for the fighter jets behind them.

Another wave of aftershocks swept in, shattering the barrier.

Wang Cang groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. But the next second, he pushed his hands forward sharply, and the new domain reformed under the enhancement of his mental power.

Tang Yi behind him was also spitting blood, and Old Ge's left arm was hanging down, clearly fractured.

The faces of the other people were almost unrecognizable, covered in dried blood.

But none of the seven people stopped.

Behind them, hundreds and thousands of fighter jets were shaking violently from the aftershocks, and several of their engines were emitting black smoke.

But they remained in formation, with not a single one falling behind or turning away.

And further south on the horizon.

The golden missiles that were still rising into the sky, trailing trails of flame, formed a river of light.

From the borders of the Sheikh Empire, it stretched all the way to his feet.

This moment.

In a tiny corner deep within Gu Xu's pupils.

Something moved.

That was a fluctuation that shouldn't exist in a state of deification.

Very faint.

So faint that the presence of the Old Ones was almost imperceptible.

But it did happen.

Moreover, the old status... cannot be filtered out.

That kind of feeling is deeper than emotion, and heavier than being moved.

It lies hidden in the deepest part of the soul, in that corner untouched by the old order.

That is, belonging.

It was something etched into the bones of a young boy.

He lowered his head, and within that enormous Cthulhu form, the boy's consciousness rose from the bottom of the ancient abyss.

Divinity receded for a moment, and humanity returned for a moment.

He watched the points of light desperately flying towards him.

Looking at those demigods, covered in blood, still charging forward.

Looking at those fighter jets that were belching smoke but not turning around.

Looking at the River of Light that stretches from the south all the way to my feet.

He looked...he looked...

Then, she spoke softly.

The sound was very soft.

It was so soft that Zogra couldn't hear it.

It was so soft that Wang Cang and the others couldn't hear it.

So quiet that the whole world can't hear it.

Only he himself can hear it.

"...Shelsh".