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

"Minister, Mr. Zhang."

Lin Yuan's voice was somewhat hoarse, both indifferent and strangely magnetic.

He did not salute.

At his level, there's no need for those formalities anymore.

Li Weiguo stood up, strode forward, and said solemnly, "Young friend Lin, the reason I called you here so urgently is because the situation is truly critical."

As he spoke, he pointed to the tragic scene in Beichuan City on the big screen.

Lin Yuan looked up and glanced at it.

When they saw the large red sedan chair and the paper money falling everywhere, a slight ripple appeared in their eyes.

But that look in his eyes wasn't one of fear!

"That's interesting."

Lin Yuan's lips curled into a slight smile: "The Red and White Duo? Or the embodiment of rules?"

"Soul nourishment of this quality is very hard to find outside."

"Young friend Lin, the lives of millions of people in Beichuan are in your hands."

Li Weiguo said sincerely, "As long as the situation can be contained, the Empire is willing to pay any price."

"No price is required."

Lin Yuan turned around, and the hem of his black trench coat fluttered even though there was no wind.

"Clean up my battlefield. I don't like people getting in my way when I'm doing things."

"Also, tell Sun Yuchuan to have his men withdraw far away."

"Once my sea of ​​the dead is unleashed... it will be impossible to distinguish who is an ally."

The words fell.

Lin Yuan's figure suddenly began to blur.

It's like a reflection in water being scattered.

The next second, he had disappeared into the heavily guarded strategic department building.

……

Three minutes later.

The official account of the Divine Xia Empire, at this moment of widespread panic across the internet.

A pinned announcement was posted.

The fewer the words, the bigger the story.

[Announcement: In response to the SSS-level calamity instance appearing in Beichuan City, the Imperial Supreme Command has activated a Level 1 response.]

The ninth-tier Saint, [Death God] Lin Yuan, has gone to suppress the rebellion.

We urge all citizens to remain calm and have faith in the nation and the military.

This announcement immediately ignited the previously heated online debate.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed instantly.

Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented cheer erupted.

[Holy crap!!! Lin Yuan, the god-level expert?! Really?!]

[It's safe! It's completely safe! The Lich King has personally intervened; now, no matter what kind of monsters or demons they are, they'll all have to kneel!]

[This is a saint! A living legend! Even the Japanese Empire back then didn't dispatch this level of combat power so quickly, did they?]

[The nation is so powerful! This reaction speed is absolutely amazing!]

Where are those gloating foreign trolls from just now? Come out and show yourselves! Let me show you what Sherlock's true power is!

Internationally, this news also caused a huge uproar.

Intelligence agencies around the world were shocked.

It should be understood that ninth-tier saints are a strategic deterrent force for various countries.

It's like a walking nuclear weapon; it won't be used lightly.

The Divine Xia Empire actually played its trump card for a secret realm that had only been active for less than two hours?

What courage and confidence that is!

Suddenly, the Western media, who had been watching the spectacle with amusement, fell silent.

They began to analyze Lin Yuan's combat strength data in great detail.

……

And at this very moment.

Inside the Despair Corridor instance, Gu Xu was happily grinding monsters, unaware that the outside world was in an uproar over this similar "strange power."

He didn't even know that there was a guy in this world who had reached the ninth rank in necromancy.

They are preparing to be hundreds of kilometers away.

Prepare for a real "catastrophe of the undead".

"Achoo!"

Gu Xu rubbed his nose and kicked aside the gargoyle remains blocking his way.

"Who's talking about me?"

……

In the northern suburbs of Beichuan City, war clouds loomed.

That gray sea of ​​death continues to expand tirelessly outwards.

Wherever it goes, it pierces through buildings made of reinforced concrete or towering high-voltage power towers.

They all decayed and collapsed under the erosion of a silent set of rules.

Tens of thousands of soldiers retreated to the second line of defense.

He was gripping his weapon tightly with a tense expression.

Even though they know.

The weapons in their hands were completely useless against that gray fog.

Until… the sky suddenly darkened.

It's not the kind of gloomy, overcast feeling.

It was a chilling black.

It was as if someone had taken a huge black curtain and covered the sky for miles around.

"Look up there!"

A sharp-eyed soldier pointed to the sky and shouted.

Everyone looked up and saw nothing but the dark clouds.

Countless pale will-o'-the-wisps flickered.

In the distance, a colossal throne of white bones slowly emerged.

A figure dressed in black sat on the throne.

He rested his chin on one hand, his eyes coldly surveying the arrogant gray fog below.

It's like watching a group of ants moving house.

"That's... Saint Lin Yuan!"

Sun Yuchuan was so excited he almost crushed his newly acquired binoculars: "The reinforcements have arrived! They've really arrived!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the position.

The pressure of a ninth-level saint can be felt even from thousands of meters away.

It also made these seasoned soldiers feel short of breath.

But this pressure made them feel incredibly at ease at that moment.

Because they are our own people.

midair.

Lin Yuan ignored the cheers from below.

His gaze was fixed on the large red sedan chair that was still scattering paper money.

"Is this what it is?"

Lin Yuan spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly carried throughout the entire wilderness.

"Even when playing tricks on someone else's turf, you still have to watch your master's expression."

He slowly raised his right hand.

The dark clouds behind them, which blotted out the sky, suddenly began to boil.

"Come out, my children."

"Click...click..."

Countless teeth-grinding sounds of bones grinding together echoed through the sky.

The next second, a real "natural disaster" struck.

Countless white skeleton warriors fell from the dark clouds like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

They held bone shields and bone knives, and their eye sockets burned with a ghostly blue soul fire.

Not just skeletons.

There were also death knights riding ghostly warhorses and enormous, rotting abominations.

And an army of gargoyles that blots out the sky.

This isn't a few hundred or a few thousand.

It was a full 100,000!

The army of 100,000 undead was summoned directly from the undead plane to reality by Lin Yuan.

This is like a black downpour...

It crashed heavily into that gray mist.

"roar--!!"

The bright red sedan chair seemed to sense the provocation, and the curtain was suddenly flung open.

A mournful ghostly howl erupted.

Countless red-clad paper figures and white-clad mourners emerged from the mist, attempting to block the black torrent.

Two completely different forces of death.

They collided violently on the outskirts of Beichuan City.

There were no fancy magical clashes, only the most brutal battles.

Lin Yuan sat on the throne and lightly tapped his finger.

"If it were a different set of rules, it might take a bit more effort."

"But in the realm of death..."

A hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes.

"I am the only king."

"Death and decay."