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

To put it bluntly, Ashmerkrin is not considered a top-tier divine realm in the universe.

At this moment, it demonstrated the inherent strength befitting a regional hegemon.

However, these are not the main points.

Gu Xu's gaze passed over the torrent of steel and was cast towards the distant depths of the starry sky.

At the edge of that airspace, a colossal crimson curtain silently enveloped everything.

The curtain seemed to be formed from the blood of billions of living beings, its surface a deep crimson.

And it is expanding outwards at a visible speed, devouring the surrounding light and stars.

Inside the curtain, countless bright red tentacles could be vaguely seen writhing wildly, like greedy maggots sucking the life force of the entire galaxy.

A sense of desolation, transcending vast distances, washes over you.

Even Gu Xu's eyes narrowed slightly the moment he saw the blood-red curtain.

These scum of the Old Gods are actually using the beings of an entire galaxy as sacrifices in an attempt to build a bridge across dimensions and drag Zograna's filthy true form out of his cage.

Just then, a series of heavy, mountain-like footsteps came from the other side of the teleportation platform.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Each step landed with a muffled thud on the massive platform made of a special alloy.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A giant, nearly eight meters tall and as tall as an iron tower, was striding toward them.

He was clad in an incredibly heavy set of black and gold full-body armor, the surface of which was engraved with the lion crest of the Ozheimer family.

Beneath the helmet, a pair of golden eyes, like burning lava, exuded a wild and domineering aura.

Just standing there, it's like an unshakeable mountain range, giving people an immense sense of oppression.

"Elder Duran, fellow elders."

The giant approached and bowed slightly to the six ruling elders, his voice echoing like thunder throughout the hall.

"Mond Ozheimer, the Grand Marshal of the Feathered Nexus, has been waiting here for some time."

After saying that, his lava-like golden eyes passed over the shoulders of the elders and landed directly on Gu Xu.

His eyes were full of scrutiny and curiosity.

However, Mond's gaze did not linger on Gu Xu for long.

Because, it was only after a few glances.

The governor of the Ozheimer family, whose body had forged glory from the corpses of his enemies in countless bloody battles, suddenly froze.

The wildness and domineering nature in his golden eyes vanished instantly.

It immediately turned into extreme fear and horror.

At that moment, he felt as if he was not seeing a slender young man.

Instead, it was a starry sky that was slowly collapsing and swallowing everything.

It was a kind of pressure that couldn't be described in words.

Like a speck of dust, suddenly facing the weight of the entire universe.

"Mondstadt!"

However, just as Mond felt he was about to fall and his soul dissipate, Duran, the ruling elder of the Ozheimer family, gave a soft snort.

"Yes, Elder Duran, I'm here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mond's body jolted, snapping him out of the near-suffocating shock.

"Report the situation."

"Yes! The situation... is far from ideal."

"Currently... all communication with all military garrisons, outposts, and even civilian channels within the Dark Obsidian System has been completely cut off."

"During the time that you elders have been here, we have launched tens of thousands of high-power probe beacons toward that coordinate, but they all disappeared without a trace."

"That place... has become an information black hole."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the ruling elders grew even more grim.

An information black hole means that all life signals, energy fluctuations, and spatial parameters in the entire Dark Star System were wiped out in an extremely short period of time.

Hundreds of billions of miners, millions of professional workers, and those bustling starport cities...

It's gone.

However, this is not the worst of it.

Mond raised his arm, pointing to the blood-red veil of the starry sky ahead: "Not only that, that blood-red curtain is still expanding. According to the latest data from the forward observation post, its current speed of advancement has reached tens to nearly a hundred light-years per second, and... this speed is still accelerating!"

Traveling tens to nearly a hundred light-years per second, and the speed is still increasing!

This number sent a chill down everyone's spine.

It should be noted that this speed cannot be described as "fast".

This is essentially devouring space itself!

It's like a cosmic-level cancer, frantically eroding the body of the Starfall Divine Realm.

"Based on this acceleration..."

"At most... it will only take one standard hour for that veil to spread to us, completely engulfing the entire Feathered Spirit Hub, along with all our assembled fleets."

A standard time.

The final countdown was thus laid bare before everyone in a bloody manner.

"Have you tried launching an attack?"

Soon, Cassius couldn't help but press for more information.

As the ruling elder in charge of logistics, he was well aware of just how terrifying the fleet's firepower was.

Mond slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with bitterness.

"Before you arrived, I had already ordered all starships to be assembled and subjected to saturation firepower against the Crimson Veil."

"Three hundred starships unleashed their shipborne weapons in a salvo!"

"but……"

He paused, seemingly searching for the right word to describe the despairing scene: "All the attacks vanished the moment they touched the curtain; that thing... completely ignored our attacks!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slight pause on the platform.

Indeed, before they arrived, the ruling elders had already fully anticipated the severity of the situation.

But when they heard the report from Mond, the frontline governor, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

Ashmerkham's divine fleet may not be considered among the top tier in the entire universe.

But as the overlords who rule this star system, the strength of their fleet is absolutely beyond doubt!

Each capital warship is a weapon of war built by its respective family with countless resources and effort!

But now, even the main guns of these warships...

None of them could cause any effective damage to that blood-red curtain.

This is absolutely appalling.

Just when everyone was overwhelmed by this immense sense of despair and could hardly breathe.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much about this..."

A voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears: "The essence of the veil is to construct a half-dimensional barrier by using life energy to distort the laws of space."

"Conventional attacks, in essence, still operate within the rules of a three-dimensional universe. Before the energy even reaches the veil, it is already guided, decomposed, and absorbed by the distorted spatial structure, thus having no effect whatsoever."