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

Meanwhile, just as the Calamity Army was ready and marching toward the Emerald Palace.

Tens of trillions of light-years away from the Starfall Rift, on the edge of the Intina Divine Realm, a star system called "Rotten Cradle" is undergoing changes.

This galaxy was originally desolate, with withered stars hanging deep in the sky, their surfaces long since cooled and unable to emit even radiation.

The planetary belt shattered into countless fragments, like a broken necklace, with debris drifting haphazardly along the edge of the gravity well.

But at some point, this once desolate star field became lively again.

Countless vanguard forces of the Dimensional Devourers arrived from all directions in the depths of the universe, from different star systems, different dimensional passages, and different subspace routes!

They gathered in this barren galaxy, like a flock of vultures that had smelled blood, patiently waiting for something.

If someone could look down upon this star field from a higher dimension, they would discover a fact that would make one's teeth ache—

The number of those troops is still increasing.

Every few minutes, new dimensional rifts tear open at the edge of the galaxy, and new forces pour out from them.

To date, the number of troops that can be counted by the naked eye alone exceeds 30,000.

However, what is even more terrifying are the monsters floating among the various formations.

They range in size from two meters to tens of meters, with two pairs of translucent thin wings extending from their backs, the surface of which is covered with vein-like patterns similar to those of insects.

Its head is covered with countless compound eyes, each of which rotates at a different frequency.

It's like observing dozens of dimensions simultaneously.

Its mouth protrudes forward, with a sharp, horny beak. On each side of the beak is a row of barbed mouthparts that open and close constantly.

The most bizarre thing is the sound they make, a high-frequency hissing sound.

When a single bird makes this sound, it sounds similar to the chirping of a cicada.

But when thousands of them speak at the same time, the resonance created by the superimposed sound waves is enough to produce visible ripples in the surrounding space.

In fact, in these areas where creatures are densely concentrated, the void itself is trembling slightly.

Small meteorite fragments floating in orbit will quickly crack and shatter under the influence of resonant waves if they come within 100 meters of these biological communities.

Ultimately, it turned into dust and was completely swallowed up.

This is the basic unit of the Devourer Gods – the Devourer.

They don't need oxygen, food, or rest.

All they need is to constantly devour the surrounding matter and energy to maintain their existence.

To them, there is no essential difference between a planet and a cookie.

All of these are nutrients that can be broken down and absorbed.

At this moment, the number of Eclipses gathered in this decaying cradle galaxy is conservatively estimated to be over a million.

Millions of biological weapons capable of tearing apart dimensional barriers, and a continuous stream of reinforcements.

This army was large enough to wipe out medium-sized divine realms throughout the universe.

……

At the center of the galaxy, at the point where the gravitational forces of countless withered stars converge, a building floats suspended.

Calling it a building is not entirely accurate.

It looks more like a mountain that was uprooted from a planet, covered with a dark purple, carapace-like shell.

The mountain has holes of all sizes on its various faces, through which eroders constantly go in and out.

At the very top of this mountain, in a huge, hollowed-out hall, an audience was taking place.

The hall has no roof.

Looking up, you can see the starry sky outside, as well as the dense swarms of Eclipsers that swarm like locusts.

The ground was paved with some kind of black crystal, and dark purple light flowed slowly inside each crystal.

Like blood in a blood vessel.

Deep within the hall, on a massive chair made of countless corpses of the Devourers, sat a humanoid creature.

Without a doubt, it was Munedimi.

The agents of the Devouring Gods.

The executor of Zogra's will.

He looked like a young elf, with regular features, and could even be described as handsome.

But that third eye between the eyebrows is just so unsettling.

But anyone qualified to stand in this hall knows that this elven appearance is merely a shell he chooses to present to the outside world.

It's like a person getting dressed to go out—it's simply for the sake of communication, nothing more.

At this moment, Munedimi rested his chin on his right hand and casually placed his left hand on the armrest of the chair.

His eyes were half-open, as if he were dozing off.

But there were hundreds or even thousands of clan leaders kneeling in the hall.

No one dared to make an extra sound.

They were arranged in neat rows, stretching from the center of the hall all the way to the entrance.

Each one transformed into human form, kneeling on one knee, head bowed, even their breathing deliberately suppressed to the lowest possible level.

These clan leaders come from different star systems and planes across the universe.

Their original forms varied; some were elves, some were trolls, and some were winged creatures resembling bats.

Some are Asuras with three heads and six arms.

But at this moment, they all knelt before Munedimi in human form.

There is only one reason: it is the order of the agent.

"Appear before me as your prey." — This was a line Munetimi added to his summons.

No one dared to disobey.

The hundreds of clan leaders kneeling in the hall were all powerful figures in their respective star systems, capable of controlling the entire world.

They rule over their respective races and manage their respective planes; in the eyes of the local creatures, they are the heavens.

It is an inviolable supreme power.

But here, before Munedimi, they were no different from ants on the ground.

Because the power flowing through them comes from Zogra's blessing.

Munetimi, on the other hand, was the spokesperson for the will of Zogra.

The hand that gave them power can also take it all back at any time.

The silence lasted for a long time.

So long that beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the clan leaders kneeling in the front row.

Finally, Munedimi moved.

He lowered his right hand, which had been supporting his chin, opened his eyes wide, and scanned the hundreds or thousands of kneeling relatives.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, as if he were taking inventory of goods.

"Is everyone here?"

His voice was very soft, even flat.

But the moment those three words were uttered, the bodies of all the clan leaders in the entire hall tensed up.

The member of the clan kneeling at the front quickly lowered his body and respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Acting Lord, the Elkan race of the Seventh Star Region of the Northern Wing is still on their way and is expected to arrive in six interstellar standard hours."

"In addition, all the clan leaders who received the summons have arrived."