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

Lin Yuan and Bai Ye kept their heads down and didn't say anything, taking advantage of the gap to start harvesting.

With a flick of his scythe, Lin Yuan summoned the bone dragons and skeleton soldiers swirling around him, which then crawled toward the elven saints whose bodies were covered in debuffs.

Under this relentless and fearless fighting style, the elders were instantly swallowed up by the boundless undead calamity with screams of agony.

Those screams were filled with fear and resentment.

Clearly, he never understood until his death that he had just received a blessing from the gods, and that it was understandable that he couldn't defeat those Star Sea Hunters.

Why can't they even beat these humans?

Bai Ye's actions were even more swift; his body flashed rapidly across the battlefield, constantly entering and exiting the subspace.

And every time he appeared, he would take the head of an elven saint.

For a time, the two were reaping the rewards in the sky with perfect coordination.

One side confronts the enemy head-on, aiming to attract attention; the other side stabs them in the back, focusing on catching them off guard.

Those high-ranking elves whose realms were forcibly elevated by the false gods possessed only superficial energy and could not exert any real combat ability.

In the short time it takes to smoke a few puffs of smoke, more than half of the high-ranking elves who had been strutting around in the sky, were gone, their green blood and mangled limbs dripping down.

This scene terrified not only the surviving high-ranking elves.

Even the elven soldiers below looked utterly hopeless.

They had originally hoped that the higher-ups would show their power and drive out these demons of the Divine Xia, but now they were all craning their necks, surrendering and waiting to have their heads chopped off.

What's the point of resisting?

"Why?...Why did it turn out like this?"

"Demons... these Shensha people are all demons!"

"God, please save us!"

In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of elves collapsing.

They simply couldn't believe that their proud and powerful elders, whom they regarded as gods, were so utterly vulnerable in front of the Shenxia people.

"I'm not playing anymore, I want to go home."

"Surrender! We have no hope left!"

"We surrender! We surrender! Please don't kill us!"

This led to an extremely comical scene on the battlefield, where many elves, in their despair, resolutely laid down their weapons.

This situation immediately infected more elves, who all obediently squatted on the ground, covering their heads with their hands.

Above, behind the group of saints, Hera, her face contorted in ecstasy, watched all this unfold before her, feeling an overwhelming sense of despair and agony.

The Elven race is utterly finished.

Thousands of years of heritage, pride, and cultural depth have been trampled underfoot and crushed to dust by the Shenxia people today.

At this moment, Hera even began to feel somewhat dazed.

Why... did it turn out like this?

They clearly only wanted to find a way out for the Elven race in this era of great strife, and they had already achieved one strategic goal after another, making their race stronger.

The gods have clearly responded to them, bestowed blessings upon them, and become their support.

But why are these forces still so weak?

So easily defeated?

Hera even began to regret why she had ever gone against Sherlock in the first place.

Why get involved in a war that they simply cannot afford?

Even if they simply choose to live a quiet, secluded life in a corner of the world.

Although it was frustrating, at least I could still survive.

But now, it seems that even the continuation of their race has become a luxury for them.

However, just as Hera was sinking into deep self-doubt and despair...

A roar suddenly came from the horizon.

"Shenxia people, you've gone too far!"

This roar, filled with a do-or-die determination, exploded directly in the sky above the battlefield.

Everyone looked up and saw a green streak of light rushing towards them from afar. In just a moment, the figure of High Priest Elonnis appeared.

However, at this moment, he was completely devoid of his usual noble demeanor of compassion and empathy.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and his eyes were bloodshot and terrifying—he looked exactly like a demon who had just returned from hell.

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, at his terrified tribesmen, and the anger in his chest almost burned through his body.

"You Sheikhs, are you really so ruthless that you leave us no way out?!"

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head, pointed in Gu Xu's direction, and questioned him in a hoarse voice.

These words caused a brief silence to fall over the entire battlefield.

Then, bursts of laughter came from the mouths of several deputy legion commanders in the sky.

Su Qiong took a step forward: "A way out? Old man, now you know you need a way out?"

"When you elves were killing our Shenxia soldiers on the border for your own resources, why didn't you ask for a way out?"

"When you stabbed my Divine Shepherd's defenses in the back during this crisis, why didn't you ask for a way out?"

"When you were trying to divert the attention of those interstellar pirates and causing innocent suffering to our Divine Shepherd, why didn't you say you wanted a way to survive?"

"This world is inherently a dog-eat-dog world."

"Since you've chosen this path, you must be prepared to be eliminated from it!"

Su Qiong paused, her eyes growing even colder: "Don't put on this disgusting victim act. With the filth you've done, you don't even deserve to breathe this air."

Su Qiong's words were like a knife, each one piercing Elonnis's heart.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence once again because of her words.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Calamity Army or the elves who had already given up resistance, they all looked at the elven high priest in the sky with complicated expressions.

However, to everyone's surprise, it happened.

After a brief silence, Elonnis no longer showed any anger, but instead slowly revealed a smile.

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

He chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder and more manic until it turned into hysterical raucous laughter, accompanied by a chorus of praise.

"Well said! Well said!"

"Survival of the fittest, the winner takes all... How well said!"

"But……"

Elonnis's tone shifted, the warmth in his laughter fading: "You think you've won?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qiong frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

Li Tiezhu then launched into a tirade of curses: "You old bastard, you're about to die and you're still playing tricks! Believe me or not, I'll go up there right now and twist your dog head off to use as a chamber pot!"

"Is he about to die?"

Elonnis shook his head slightly.

He looked around at the calamity servants who were slaughtering his people, and at the faces of those who wore the air of victors. His smile grew increasingly sinister.

"You pathetic bunch...did you really think this victory was already decided?"