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

Morak was extremely confident in his abilities; more accurately, he didn't think Calga would die like that.

After all, monsters like Karga have incredibly strong vitality, and with the added boost from his own skills and the blessing from the gods, this was even more impressive.

Even if half of his body is shattered, as long as there is a bone, a bit of flesh, or even a drop of blood left, he can forcibly drag the other person back from the brink of death. Even if only a wisp of soul remains, that's enough.

In an instant, the gray-black mist transformed into hundreds of slender chains, which quickly spread out where Kagar had disappeared.

They swept inch by inch across the area where Calga had just been, like a swarm of hungry worms, trying to pluck flesh from anything that could be parasitized by the power of decay.

However, Morakot was soon disappointed.

Because there was nothing where Calga disappeared.

There is no flesh and blood.

There are no bone fragments.

There is no remnant soul.

Even the energy ripples that should have remained after the battle were completely gone, leaving no trace. The starry sky was as clean as a porcelain plate that had been scraped by a knife.

"Um?"

At that moment, Morak's fingers gripping the staff suddenly stiffened, and the gray chains paused in the starry sky before reluctantly spreading outwards.

They burrowed into the folds of space, lingered along the edges of the subspace rifts, and even searched back along the bloody trail left by Karga's charge.

Still nothing; it's as if Calgary never existed.

"No……"

This scene caused a flicker of fear to cross Morak's eyes.

The next second, he suddenly raised the bone staff high, and the power of decay erupted again. An even denser gray mist gushed out from the tip of the staff, almost completely dyeing that part of the starry sky gray.

"return!"

"Come back here!"

The gray fog churned, and the chains taut, as if trying to drag out a result from a place that didn't exist.

But in the end, no matter how he searched, he still couldn't find any answers. Eventually, the decaying mist circled the starry sky a few times before losing its target and slowly dissipating.

This time, even Morakot himself could no longer deceive himself.

"impossible."

Morak took a half step back, his tattered robes fluttering slightly in the starry sky.

He glanced down at his bone staff, then looked up at the empty area: "This is impossible... absolutely impossible!"

"Calga is blessed by the gods; his life has been marked by Lord Zogra. Even if his physical body is destroyed, his soul should not disappear! How can there not even be a trace of life left? How could this be..."

As he continued speaking, his voice became increasingly frantic.

Behind her, Anya stared blankly at the scene, even briefly forgetting the sharp pain in her chest.

She stared at the spot where Calga had disappeared, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

My brain has completely shut down.

After all, she simply couldn't believe that a powerful monster of the same level as herself couldn't even last a second against the summoned creatures beside that boy.

Instinctively, she suddenly looked down at her blood-stained palm.

In her attempt to cripple Calgar, she had pushed her professional abilities to the absolute limit. Enhancement potions, Star Essence Dew, fleet amplification, Valkyrie's final unlock—she had used almost every trump card at her disposal.

As a result, the thing she fought so hard to kill was casually wiped away by the other party.

This contrast made her feel a little tightness in her chest.

It wasn't jealousy or resentment, but the chill of having my understanding forcibly ripped apart.

In the starry sky, the remaining six members of the false god's kin finally recovered from the shock of Karga's death.

But this moment of clarity did not restore their confidence; instead, it deepened their fear.

Vigé's face was almost too gloomy to contain, and the arrogance in his eyes vanished completely at that moment.

He understood that the old authority was completely above them!

If they can't suppress this kid in front of them, none of them will be able to leave today.

"Hold him down!"

Thinking of this, he let out a low growl, forcibly suppressing the chill surging in his heart, and suddenly exerted force with both arms, pulling the longbow to its limit.

The eerie green light contracted wildly on the bowstring, like a will-o'-the-wisp compressed to its limit, eventually condensing into a thin, almost transparent arrow.

Before the arrow was even released, its sharpness had already locked onto Gu Xu's brow.

Even the surrounding starlight seemed to be pulled inwards by that force, collapsing.

Soth was also forced into a frantic situation, and a dozen or so human skin drums behind him were raised at the same time, banging loudly.

He unleashed all the power he could muster.

They attempted to suppress Gu Xu with the strongest soul shockwave.

Morak, Kairien, Sera, and Oldman no longer dared to hold back.

The bone staff was raised, and a gray-black curse surged like a tide.

The Dharma disc trembled, and the crack in the falling star opened again.

The skeletal limbs thrust out horizontally, blocking both escape routes.

The lance of judgment was pointed directly at Gu Xu, and black chains emerged from the void. Six killing intents rushed toward the young figure, as if to tear the entire battlefield apart on the spot.

However, Gu Xu's expression showed no pressure whatsoever; instead, he smiled slightly and said, "Brother Crow, they seem pretty arrogant, huh? Give them a good beating!"

The moment the words fell, the Death Raven, hovering in mid-air, slowly spread its wings.

[Misfortune's Cover] spreads out suddenly.

It wasn't just plain black; it was as if someone had pressed the entire starry sky into an even deeper night.

The shadow spread inch by inch, cold and devoid of warmth or echo.

In the next instant, a million crows swooped down, a dark mass that surged forward like a reversed wave.

However, as millions of ravens swept across the starry sky, a bizarre scene unfolded.

That was such a huge flock of crows, yet they made no sound.

Such a massive flock of crows, a dark mass filling the entire field of vision, the air currents stirred up by the flapping of their wings were enough to disrupt the entire plane.

But all the sounds of raven wings flapping were swallowed up by that shadow.

This scene caused Soth's body to tense up instantly.

As a professional in the field of sound waves, she has an almost instinctive sensitivity to any anomalies related to "sound".

At this moment, what he felt was that the dozen or so human skin drums behind him had fallen silent.

It wasn't suppressed, nor was it bounced back; rather, the sound waves were instantly consumed by some higher-dimensional rule the moment they were emitted from the drumhead.

However, before he could finish speaking, a raven flew across the boundless sea of ​​stars and landed on his shoulder.

Admittedly, these crows are not large and even look somewhat thin.

But the moment their claws pierced Soth's shoulder armor, Soth's expression twisted in horror.

Because he sensed that the professional essence contained within the dozen or so human-skin drums behind him was being gnawed away.