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

#StrangeTemperatureInBeichuan#

#Calamity-Level Secret Realm#

#Night Parade of One Hundred Demons#

The related terms instantly surged to the top of the trending search list.

It was followed by the black and red character "爆" (explode).

[Holy crap! Is that real? It looks like that video from Japan three years ago!]

Don't scare me, I'm on a business trip in Beichuan! Is it still possible to buy a ticket now?

[Don't even think about it, upstairs. High-speed rail stations and airports have probably been under control for a long time.]

Where's the military? Why haven't they made a move yet? Are they just going to watch that thing walk into the city?

[The person upstairs is ignorant. For a calamity of this level, ordinary troops would just be easy prey; they need high-level professionals! But there's not enough time!]

Panic spread online, supermarkets in Beichuan City were emptied, and long lines formed at gas stations.

Everyone wanted to escape this city that was about to be swallowed by nightmares.

On the internet abroad.

The video was quickly shared on major social media platforms.

However, compared to the panic and anxiety in China, the comments section abroad was filled with...

More often than not, it's a malicious onlooker mentality.

The beacon of light, a well-known forum.

Thank God this happened during Sherlock Holmes.

[Haha, let's see how they handle this, seeing how they always brag about how strong they are as professionals.]

According to data model analysis, energy fluctuations of this magnitude are simply impossible to contain without the use of tactical nuclear weapons. Sheikha is in deep trouble this time.

[It is recommended to close the border to prevent those filthy creatures from escaping.]

The internet in Japan was buzzing with excitement, with many people even gloating.

It's as if finally someone can understand the pain they suffered back then.

At this moment, the world's attention was focused on that ancient country in the East.

The focus shifted to the city called Beichuan.

Some people are praying, some are watching a play, and some are sharpening their knives.

……

The capital city, the supreme command headquarters of the Divine Xia Empire.

This building represents the highest military command authority of the empire.

At this moment, an extremely oppressive atmosphere prevails.

Inside Conference Room 1 on the top floor, a huge circular holographic screen...

It is broadcasting live footage of the horrific scenes outside Beichuan City.

The ever-expanding black death zone resembled an ugly scar.

It stung the eyes of everyone present.

At the end of the long table sat an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, with graying temples but a vigorous spirit.

He is Li Weiguo, the current Minister of the Imperial Strategic Department.

To his left was a familiar face, Vice Minister Zhang Daoxuan.

On the right is someone wearing a crisp military uniform.

Zhang Zhen, the deputy chief of staff with three gold stars on his shoulders.

At that moment, the conference room speakers were playing.

Just then, Sun Yuchuan's serious report could be heard.

"Conventional firepower is completely ineffective; it can't even slow it down."

"We also tried having the high-ranking mages accompanying the army bombard the area with elemental magic, but all the elemental magic would immediately dissipate out of control once it entered the gray fog."

"Minister, I have to admit, even if I were to send all tens of thousands of White Tiger Army soldiers into this mess!"

"I'm afraid that won't stop it from entering the city."

"Requesting backup! We need a force that can truly defy the rules!"

After the report ended, a deathly silence fell over the meeting room.

Only the countdown on the holographic projection was still ticking.

It serves as a reminder of the urgency of time for everyone.

"Everyone has seen what happened."

Li Weiguo broke the silence, his voice steady and powerful.

They did not show any panic despite the worsening situation.

"The situation in Beichuan is a bizarre calamity. Such things are rarely seen, perhaps only once every few decades."

"Zhang Zhen, have the General Staff's assessment results come out yet?"

Deputy Chief of Staff Zhang Zhen immediately stood up and pulled up a set of data: "Reporting to the Minister, based on the current expansion rate and energy density of the fog, we have classified it as a 'SSS-level' disaster."

"If it were to enter a densely populated urban area, the death toll is estimated to exceed two million."

"Moreover, the resentment of these dead will become new nourishment, which may cause the secret realm to evolve further and eventually affect the entire Beichuan Province."

"This is absolutely unacceptable."

Li Weiguo slammed his fist on the table, his eyes sharp: "Beichuan Province is a major industrial city in our north, and we absolutely cannot allow anything to happen to it."

"The key question now is, how do we block it? And what do we use to block it?"

Zhang Daoxuan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

He slowly turned the teacup in his hand, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Regular ninth-tier professionals, or even some ordinary hidden professionals, would be committing suicide if they went in."

Zhang Daoxuan's voice wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention: "Calamities of the rule system can only be suppressed by higher-level rules, or crushed by absolute power."

"We cannot follow in the footsteps of Japan, the land of cherry blossoms."

"Back then, they hesitated and were reluctant to use their trump cards, which resulted in the death of an entire city and the loss of two saints."

"At times like these, drastic measures are necessary."

Li Weiguo looked at his old partner, seemingly guessing what he was thinking: "You mean...?"

"Please have that one make a move."

Zhang Daoxuan raised his head, his gaze intense: "Since it's a calamity that plays with souls and death, then let those who specialize in this area teach them the rules."

"【Death God】·Lin Yuan".

Upon hearing this name, all the high-ranking military officers present instinctively sat up straight.

Some people even felt a chill run down their back.

A ninth-rank saint of the Divine Xia Empire.

The pinnacle of all professions.

Lin Yuan is an extremely special one, even among the saints.

His profession is the unique [Undead Lord].

A terrifying being who deals with corpses and souls year-round.

He alone is an army.

"Lin Yuan..."

Li Weiguo pondered for a moment: "Isn't he currently in seclusion researching skill advancements after the Nine Revolutions?"

"When the nation is in peril, nothing is more important than this."

Zhang Daoxuan said decisively, "Moreover, this kind of place, filled with high-level necromancy rules, is also a kind of training for him."

Li Weiguo nodded, no longer hesitating.

He picked up the red dedicated phone on the table and said only one sentence.

"Please invite Lin Yuan to come out of seclusion."

……

Five minutes later.

There were no earth-shattering teleportation effects, nor any grand spectacle of a raging storm.

The conference room door was gently pushed open.

A slender man wearing a long black trench coat walked in.

He doesn't look old, probably only in his thirties.

The skin had a pale complexion, as if it had never seen sunlight for many years.

His features were deep-set, and his eyes were slightly sunken.

His eyes are the most striking feature.

Those were a pair of gray eyes devoid of any emotion.

It's as if you can see through a person's life and death at a glance.

Even Zhang Zhen, a veteran of many battles, was not immune to his gaze.

They all felt as if their souls were frozen.

He walked silently, like a ghost drifting into the room.

Within a half-meter radius around him, the air seemed to become thick and cold.

One can faintly hear the whispers of countless departed souls.

This is Lin Yuan, the ninth-tier saint, the "God of Death".