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

The remaining four panels unfold in sequence.

Somo, Caius, Nemora, Azhe.

Seven names, seven agents.

Below their status bars, there is an identical label.

[Ritual Node: Anchor of Descent]

Gu Xu glanced at the information without any surprise. All seven of Zogra's agents were here.

For this transdimensional blood sacrifice, these lackeys of the Lord of Dimensions have clearly shown all their patience and preparedness.

They first sent the insect swarm and the kin of the false god to the Blue Star plane to hold them back.

Subsequently, while Ashmerkrin focused his attention on the Starfall Rift, he launched a ritual in the Dark Obsidian System.

This calculation is indeed ruthless.

It's fortunate that I kept my eyes open; otherwise, I would have truly become nourishment for the false gods if I hadn't been aware of this Starfall Divine Realm.

Fortunately, all of this can still be salvaged.

Thinking of this, Gu Xu's gaze swept over the seven agents one by one again.

If it is before the coronation on the throne.

He was facing these seven guys at the same time, plus the Blood Sacrifice and Zogra's true form behind him.

His situation is indeed going to be very troublesome.

After all, these guys are all at a high level of life, and now with the blessing of the Blood Sacrifice Center, their power will only be stronger than before.

"The wisdom of the past is indeed not to be underestimated."

Just then, Munetimi's voice came again.

Seeing that Gu Xu remained silent, he assumed that the other party had understood the connection between the seven agents and realized the consequences of acting rashly.

His smile deepened: "You've already left those clansmen in your homeland to buy us time, but I never expected you to still discover the secrets of the Dark Star System."

"However, how long can a damaged high-level artifact hold out? The energy that woman brought will eventually run out."

"And yet, you've come here."

He paused, as if deliberately giving Gu Xu time to think: "When you die here, the people on that planet will still become nourishment for my lord. The only difference is... they can live a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, several of the agents around him chuckled softly.

The sound mingled with the pulsation of the altar, making the cries from within the blood mist appear indistinct.

Gu Xu didn't reply, but just stared at the wisp of blood mist at Muniedi's fingertip.

Then, his gaze passed over the other person and fell deeper into the altar.

There, another red chain suddenly tightened.

At the end of the chain, a piece of planetary debris, still retaining its atmosphere, is being dragged over.

A precarious defensive light shield covered the surface of the wreckage, beneath which a large number of tiny figures were crammed together.

They are not dead.

At least... not yet.

However, as the chains tightened, cracks began to appear in the defensive light shield.

Munedi followed Gu Xu's gaze, a hint of amusement in her voice: "Still thinking about those sacrifices? Heh... You possess the power of the past, yet you can't escape human habits. For things that can be born at any moment and die at any moment, you've sent yourself here..."

At this point, he shook his head: "What a waste."

As soon as he finished speaking, the six agents behind Munedimi each took a half step outward.

Seven chains lit up simultaneously.

The ground beneath Gu Xu's feet trembled, the blood mist in the distance began to close, and even the spatial traces he left when he entered were covered by layers of scarlet.

"However, none of that matters anymore."

Munedimi lowered his hand, and the blue star formed from blood mist at his fingertip silently dissipated. His expression finally became undisguised: "You are too late. The arrival of the great Lord of Devouring Dimensions, Zogra, is already beyond our control."

It was as if it was responding to that statement.

Above the altar, the mass of bloody flesh suddenly contracted.

A new divine energy flowed into the seven agents along the passage, causing their bodies to swell slightly.

Further away, Zogra's enormous limb, which had been probing into reality, slowly rose.

The eyes covered on it opened one after another.

He has not yet fully descended.

But His gaze had already fallen upon this area.

Munedimi felt his master's gaze, and that familiar connection dispelled the last trace of worry in his heart.

On Earth, he only carries the power of a projection.

But now, Zogra's true form is right behind him.

This is not a lower plane where Gu Xu can arbitrarily exercise his former power.

This is the prototype of the divine kingdom they built for the Lord.

The next moment, Munetimi turned his gaze back to Gu Xu and slowly said, "The authority you possess will become my lord's best..."

"Are you finished speaking?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Gu Xu interrupted him softly.

The blood mist paused slightly.

"Um?"

The smile on Munedimi's face froze, and his body suddenly tensed!

Clearly, he sensed something was wrong the moment Gu Xu spoke.

In particular, a slight stinging sensation came from the vertical pupil on his forehead.

Admittedly, the feeling wasn't intense, but it still caused him some discomfort.

It was like a thin needle piercing into the bone.

Of course, it wasn't just him.

Milsophie, carrying the enormous Star Bow on her back, felt the weapon, which was connected to her life, trembling slightly, as if it were afraid of something.

Vesalin, draped in a robe with human faces, suddenly tilted her head, and the mouths on the robe that seemed to be whispering prayers closed at the same time.

Somo, whose chest was ablaze with blood flames, looked down and was surprised to see that the flames within him had just begun to wane briefly.

As for Erson, who was closer to Gu Xu, the bone spurs covering his shoulder made a soft sound.

A tiny crack appeared at the base of the bone spur.

This sudden change caused the seven agents to freeze in shock, their faces showing a hint of astonishment.

After all, in their sight, the young man who possessed the power of the past had not shown any power or authority, but he had only said one sentence, yet he made them feel a sense of crisis.

Why is this happening?

Munetimi looked at Gu Xu, examining this former opponent for the first time with seriousness.

Familiar faces.

A familiar scent.

But beneath that familiarity, there seemed to be something else that he couldn't recognize.

It's too quiet.

In the past, whenever Gu Xu used his old authority, there would always be a noticeable change in his power and physical appearance.

That almost out-of-control aura of calamity could be clearly recognized even from a great distance.

Now, all those changes have vanished, and all the power seems to have sunk into some endless depth.

The more he tried to perceive, the less feedback he received.

Only when the vertical pupil on his forehead stung again did Munedimi subconsciously stop spying.