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

Beneath the ruins, Vera stood with one foot on a broken emerald pillar, tilting her head slightly upward.

Through the smoke and dust, his gaze fell upon the old elf in mid-air, who radiated a dazzling green light and looked menacing.

Then she curled her lips into a sneer, revealing a hint of disdain.

"Yo ho."

As she spoke, Vera glanced at Buck beside her, her tone slightly teasing: "See, I told you, if you beat the little guy, the old guy will come. Here comes the tall one, isn't he?"

Admittedly, the old man in the sky was as weak as a balloon that had been forcibly filled with water.

It's so powerful it'd explode with a single poke, but it's still the place with the strongest energy fluctuations in this godforsaken place.

Without a doubt, this guy must be the supreme ruler of this Cloud Forest Kingdom, the unlucky guy who received the strongest "divine blessing".

As Vera finished speaking, Elonnis, suspended in the sky, finally realized what it meant to be caught between a rock and a hard place.

But the pride of being a high priest, a messenger of God.

He was not allowed to bow down to these intruders.

He could only forcefully suppress the fear in his heart and loudly question, his voice trembling with fear, "Who exactly are you people? How dare you invade the great Cloud Forest Kingdom and destroy the sacred Emerald Palace!"

"Don't you know... this is a provocation against the gods!"

Upon hearing this righteous and stern question, Vera couldn't help but roll her eyes dramatically.

She casually picked at her ear and sneered, "Who we are is none of your concern. The dead or slaves usually don't need to know their master's name."

With that, Vera stepped forward, the tip of her longsword pointing directly at Elonnis in mid-air.

"I'm not in a too bad mood today, so I'll only say one thing to you, so listen carefully with your sharp ears."

Her voice was so loud that it resounded through the heavens and reached the ears of every elf, her tone filled with arrogance and domineering.

"You have ten seconds to make all the living creatures here obediently lay down their weapons, put their hands behind their heads, and kneel on the ground in surrender."

"If you have a proper attitude, we might spare your lives."

At this point, Vera's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and a dense, blood-red killing intent erupted.

"Otherwise, your so-called country will be completely wiped off this land today, not even a blade of grass will be left. Choose one!"

……

At the same time, in the distant depths of the starry sky, the massive Golden Olive was sailing steadily.

Inside the main control room of the bridge, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

The strategic resource—the [Essence of the Root of Jianmu], enough to buy half a star field—was carefully inserted into Lorian's dilapidated body by the healer.

As the emerald green liquid, brimming with immense life force, entered the veins, a visible miracle unfolded right before everyone's eyes.

Lorian's skin, which was originally cracked and exuding an aura of death, began to scab over and peel off at an alarming rate, revealing the new muscle underneath.

That faint heartbeat, almost undetectable by instruments, revived with the force of a powerful drumbeat.

The broken bones inside the body made a cracking sound.

The black aura of annihilation that had been lingering around his heart, belonging to the old artifacts, vanished without a trace on the spot under the overwhelming life force of the Jianmu root.

Wow...

Mina, who was lying by the hospital bed, stared wide-eyed with her mouth slightly open, unable to help but exclaim in surprise.

"This is amazing!"

"I'd only ever seen this thing listed in the family treasury before, I never imagined it would be so incredibly effective! It feels like it could bring a dead person back to life!"

To be honest, as the second young lady of the Furming family, she had seen plenty of good things.

But this is the first time I've witnessed a prop of this caliber working in person.

The healer put away his dimly glowing staff, wiped the sweat from his brow, and after performing a final full-body check with holy light, he turned to Evelyn, who was standing to the side, and respectfully reported back.

"Young Miss, the injured person's condition has stabilized."

"Body functions have fully returned to normal, and all hidden injuries and that terrifying rule-level erosion have been completely eliminated by the power of the essence."

"Given his original physical condition, he should be able to fully recover in a short time."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Huo wiped the sweat from his palms. If they couldn't be saved, then the treasure that could have bought an entire star field would have been wasted.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Mina seemed to suddenly remember something.

She turned her head, the novelty fading from her face, replaced by confusion and unease: "Sister, do you remember what he said before he completely passed out?"

At this point, Mina tugged at Evelyn's sleeve and asked cautiously, "He said the Old Gods... have returned?"

"What on earth is going on? Could it be... that during Ragnarok, those ancient gods who are long dead are about to rise from their graves again?"

These words instantly chilled the atmosphere on the bridge, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.

Even Pu Xi, the guard who had been hiding in the shadows, involuntarily stiffened, and his pupils under his mask suddenly contracted.

On the faces of everyone present, including the usually composed Evelyn, an undisguised look of shock and solemnity appeared.

The old gods are resurrected.

If those four words were just the ramblings of a madman, that would be one thing.

But coming from the mouth of a Star Ranger who is about to be promoted to Star Hunter, the weight of those words was so heavy that they could crush an entire plane.

It should be noted that in the ancient history books of the dozen or so prosperous planes ruled by the [Star Council], that dark and unbearable period is clearly and vividly recorded in the most shocking terms.

The Twilight War of the Gods in the ancient era was a catastrophe powerful enough to drag the entire known universe into an absolute abyss.

That was a massive war that erupted in countless star fields by twenty-two "Old Gods" who had split off from the forbidden existence of the "Old Lords" in order to seize the supreme power that symbolized ultimate calamity, destruction, and domination!

The extent of the tragedy at that time is simply indescribable in modern terms.

Not only did these twenty-two high-ranking Old Gods personally intervene and tear things apart, but countless apostles, kin, and vassal planes under their command were also involved.

Even the fanatical followers of the [Old Ones] threw themselves headlong into that meat grinder-like, insane war.

That battle lasted for twenty eras.

It shattered the rules of countless galaxies, and billions of living beings were instantly annihilated in the collision of energy.