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

Grandeur.

What is meant by pomp and circumstance?

That's what you call grandeur!

Gu Xu looked at the wedding procession in front of him, a sight that could give an ordinary person a heart attack, and felt extremely satisfied!

"That's more like it."

He walked up to the sedan chair and, without any ceremony, put his arm around the waist of the ghost bride. The two of them floated up like a divine couple and sat directly into the spacious sedan chair.

Tucci wisely refrained from squeezing into the sedan chair. Instead, he scratched his backside and then trotted to the front of the procession, taking on the role of the trailblazer.

As for the Ancient Eye above, it hovered above the car roof like a dutiful drone.

Be ready to deliver a death ray to any fool.

A vengeful ghost in red accompanies him, a plague rat clears the way, and a large eyeball guards him.

In addition, there were 108 vengeful ghosts carrying the sedan chair.

This combination, you have to admit, has a certain charm.

"Lift the sedan chair!"

Gu Xu leaned lazily against the soft couch, holding the cold and soft bride in his arms, playing with the folding fan in his hand, looking exactly like a tyrannical warlord from the old society who came to the countryside to kidnap a bride.

"Hey—hoo—"

The 108 vengeful ghosts let out a unified low shout, and the ghost sedan chair rose steadily without any jolt.

Drifting along the stone path towards the back mountain.

……

Meanwhile, in the real world.

Eastern coastal area of ​​the Shenxia Empire, East China Sea War Zone forward command post.

The sky here isn't as gloomy as in Beichuan, but it's not sunny either.

The sea was battered by howling winds, whipping up towering waves several meters high that crashed against the rocks.

The air was thick with a salty, fishy smell and a restless, unsettling atmosphere.

On the huge tarmac, a black military transport plane slowly landed.

Before the rotor had even completely stopped spinning, the hatch had already opened.

Su Qiong, carrying Jiang Shu, strode down the stairs, braving the strong winds whipped up by the propellers.

Not far away, several off-road vehicles bearing the banners of the Godslayer Legion had been waiting for a long time.

A middle-aged man stood by the car door. He was tall and straight, wearing a combat uniform and black-rimmed glasses. He looked more like a university professor than a soldier.

But the gold star on his shoulder revealed that he was not a simple person.

Ji Wenzhou, Deputy Commander of the God-Slaying Legion.

Seeing Su Qiong come down, Ji Wenzhou finally showed a smile on his tense face.

He quickly went to meet him.

"Su Qiong, Jiang Shu, you've finally arrived."

Ji Wenzhou's voice was a little hoarse: "The situation in the East China Sea is worse than expected. We are really short-handed. Your arrival is a great help in our immediate crisis."

"Old Ji, we know the situation."

Su Qiong didn't waste any words and said decisively, "We'll talk about the specifics on the way. I'm not here for a vacation. Just leave the toughest part to us."

Ji Wenzhou nodded, about to say something, when his gaze suddenly passed over Su Qiong.

It landed on the third figure who had just stepped out of the cabin.

At that moment, Ji Wenzhou's expression froze.

He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

It seemed as if he was doubting whether he was seeing things.

That young man, dressed in a tattered trench coat, yet possessing an aura so powerful that it was impossible to look him in the eye…

"Lin...Sage Lin?"

Ji Wenzhou's voice was filled with disbelief: "You... how did you get here?"

According to military intelligence, this ninth-tier big shot should be trapped in the deadly calamity realm of Beichuan, his fate unknown.

How come they not only came out unharmed, but also ran to the East China Sea front thousands of kilometers away?

Could it be that Beichuan is already... finished?

Thinking of this, Ji Wenzhou's heart skipped a beat.

Lin Yuan noticed Ji Wenzhou's shock. He awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth and raised his hand in greeting, "Hey... Old Ji, don't look at me like that, it's kind of creepy."

"I just... came out for a stroll and happened to see if I could lend a hand."

As Lin Yuan spoke, tears silently streamed down his face.

He couldn't very well say that he was saved by a level 25 newbie and then feel like he was superfluous.

So they have no choice but to come here to seek a sense of existence?

Where does that leave him with his old face?

"Take a...stroll?"

Ji Wenzhou stared wide-eyed at the strange combination before him.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

This world seems to have become something he can no longer understand.

……

Military off-road vehicles with specially modified run-flat tires rolled over the bumpy coastal highway.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past.

The once lush windbreaks have now been mostly broken by some violent force, resembling rows of hunched, wounded soldiers shivering in the sea breeze.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was not much better than the raging storm outside.

It's even more bizarre than that.

Ji Wenzhou, sitting in the passenger seat, froze completely.

"So, you mean to say..."

The next moment, Ji Wenzhou took a deep breath, pushed up his glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and looked at Su Qiong, who was resting with her eyes closed in the back seat: "Our legion has quietly acquired a formidable character?"

"And this tough guy is the same greenhorn who just transferred a few days ago?"

Su Qiong slightly opened her eyes but did not speak.

He simply let out a soft hum from his nose, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"What the hell……"

Ji Wenzhou ignored the fact that there were subordinates and outsiders in the car and directly swore.

His usual refined and easygoing demeanor instantly vanished, replaced by a chilling exclamation: "No wonder! I knew Xu Sen, that lazy bum, had suddenly changed his tune!"

"You have no idea, when I called the logistics department to ask for supplies, that old bastard Xu Sen was as stingy as a damn landlord!"

"If I wanted a bullet, he would make me write three applications and then whine about being broke for half an hour, saying that we spendthrift sons were going to bankrupt the family."

"And yesterday? Good heavens, I just handed in my supply order, and that old bastard just waved his hand and allocated me a huge batch of top-tier supplies!"

"His decisiveness was so overwhelming, I wondered if the old man had lost his mind!"

At this point, Ji Wenzhou paused, a look of sudden realization crossing his face: "So, we've ended up with a super powerful backer?"

"So Xu Sen was only being so generous to us because of the spoils the Crown Prince brought? No wonder that old miser suddenly changed his ways!"

Sitting next to Su Qiong, Jiang Shu was wiping her precious equipment book.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Deputy Commander Ji, you didn't see Minister Xu's expression when the young master returned from the new recruits' martial arts demonstration."

Jiang Shu blinked: "I was so excited I almost kowtowed to the Crown Prince."

"puff--"

Lin Yuan, who had been sitting on the side watching the show, had just opened a bottle of mineral water and taken a sip when he heard this, and immediately spat it out.

He coughed twice and glanced helplessly at the two ladies who were having a crazy time in Versailles.