The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

22: Chapter 22 The Eternal Yunmeng Marsh!George Smith’s movements were sudden and swift.

From the moment the camouflage shell of the prometheus research vessel shattered completely, to the tungsten alloy pillar over five meters in diameter, wrapped in terrifying deep blue electric arcs, crashing down under the dual forces of gravitational acceleration and electromagnetic boost.

Only five seconds had passed.

...

At the bow of the Zhenhai destroyer.

Lin Weiguo had been sitting with his legs crossed, humming ’Slash the invaders with the big sword’, feeling as good as if he had just received a red envelope during the New Year.

But the moment that black pillar rose, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

As an old navy officer who had spent a lifetime dealing with Western powers on the high seas, a long-sealed top-secret internal reference document surfaced from the depths of his mind.

Thirty years ago, while studying at the National Defense University, he had seen a concept drawing of this thing in a seminar document on ’Future Asymmetric Warfare’.

Crustal Oscillator.

Eagle Federation military code name — ’gods hammer’.

Externally, they claimed it was a high-efficiency deep-sea mineral exploration device developed for the welfare of humanity, capable of crushing rocks with shockwaves to extract rare metals. But any soldier with a basic understanding of geological structures and weaponry could see that this was simply a Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of coastal nations!

Especially at a tectonic junction with extremely unstable geological structures like Longya Island, once this thing was inserted and vibrated twice, it would not trigger a local tsunami, but a collapse-style geological disaster across the entire continental shelf edge!

”Fuck you, George!”

Lin Weiguo sprang up from his chair, his enamel tea mug clattering onto the deck. He didn’t even notice the tea splashing onto his pant leg.

”Stop it! Quickly! Anti-aircraft guns! Close-in weapon systems! I don’t care what kind of guns, blast it to pieces!”

He roared until his throat felt like it was splitting.

But reason told him it was too late.

The probe was less than fifty meters from the sea surface.

It was driven by both gravitational acceleration and its own power; its water-entry speed could reach half the speed of sound. By the time the gun barrels turned, it would have already drilled into the seabed rock layer and started ’partying’.

”It’s over...”

Lin Weiguo watched the black shadow with blue electric arcs whistling down, his mind blank.

He had calculated everything, but he hadn’t expected these madmen to actually dare to play with self-destruction in someone else’s territorial waters.

These were outlaws.

When they could no longer maintain their facade, they would bare their most primitive, savage fangs.

...

Kunlun Palace, in front of the screen.

Unlike Lin Weiguo’s tension, Su Yun watched the rapidly falling red line without much fluctuation in his eyes.

This was within his expectations.

Or rather, this was the very reason he had released the fog totem first. If he didn’t drive the enemy to a dead end, how could he swallow this fleet skin and bone?

So he pressed his finger into the void.

【Host intent detected...】

【F-rank skill ’Mud Swamp Totem’ is being released...】

【Judging... Talent ’Territory is Domain’ intervening.】

【Judgment passed. Current coverage: 9.6 million square kilometers + 3 million territorial sea】

【Skill energy level detected as too low, unable to match current range... Extracting historical heritage... Reshaping concepts...】

【Skill mutation complete.】

Su Yun whispered:

”Drawing a Circle as a Prison · Cloud Dream Marsh.”

...

South China Sea, this sea area that originally belonged to the collision of storm and steel, now, following the fog, experienced another change that subverted cognition.

The originally white, misty world suddenly changed.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any colorful light effects.

It was just a certain ’feeling’.

A sudden, heavy ’weightiness’ that seemed to crush the very Soul.

The originally light and ethereal water vapor, at this moment, seemed to possess substantial weight.

The sea breeze stopped. The undulating waves were like an oil painting instantly frozen, maintaining their curled posture, stiff in mid-air. The edges of every spray were clearly distinguishable, yet they refused to fall. The micro-dust, gunpowder smoke, and even light floating in the air seemed to have been filled with lead, suspended heavily.

In a trance, the scenery of heaven and earth shifted.

Between heaven and earth, a vast, ancient marshland phantom vaguely emerged.

That was a primitive memory from thousands of years ago: withered yellow reeds connecting heaven and earth, black mud swamps bottomless, desolate, murderous, silent.

’Qi steaming in Cloud Dream Marsh, waves shaking Yueyang City’.

But this was not the magnificence in poetry, but the terror of a life forbidden zone. Whoever enters this place steps on mud as heavy as a thousand jun, falling into an eternal abyss.

This was the new rule Su Yun bestowed upon this sea area —

Drawing a Circle as a Prison, Absolute Viscosity.

...

Above the prometheus.

The ’gods hammer’ probe, carrying an aura of destruction, was less than half a meter from the sea surface.

The deep blue electric arcs had even touched the waves, kicking up mists of water.

According to the laws of physics, in the next millisecond, it should have torn through the water surface and plunged fiercely into the seabed with billions of joules of kinetic energy.

However.

It stopped abruptly.

No, to be precise, it wasn’t completely static. It was still moving, but the way it moved was enough to make Newton lift his coffin lid and drive all physicists insane on the spot.

The violent descent of over three hundred meters per second suddenly turned into an extremely absurd slow motion.

It was like an insect that had unfortunately fallen into ten-thousand-year amber, tightly wrapped by the air around it, which had become viscous enough to be almost solid. It was struggling, trembling, and was ’moving’ downwards with great difficulty, bit by bit.

0.01 meters per second.

The terrifying kinetic energy capable of piercing the seabed rock layer did not disappear into thin air, but was stripped and devoured layer by layer by the rules of this strange ’Cloud Dream Marsh’. The enormous kinetic energy was converted into heat or other forms of energy, but was firmly suppressed on the surface of the probe by the strange viscous field, unable to erupt.

Buzz... Buzz...

The high-voltage electric arcs wrapped around the probe’s surface were still jumping.

But in this environment, even light and electricity lost their original swiftness. The current, which should have flashed and vanished, was now stretched into visible, slow bands of light. They were like deep blue earthworms doing slow-motion calisthenics; one could even see every spark they ionized in the air, slowly spreading to the surroundings at the speed of a crawling snail.

...

Inside the poseidon command room.

The expression on General George’s face was frozen in a distorted state of half-madness and half-shock.

His mouth was wide open to the limit, seemingly roaring.

But no sound came out.

Because sound waves had also become ’crawling’ snails here.

He still maintained the posture of wanting to destroy the world, eyes bulging, waving his arms and legs, the whole person looking like an abstract wax figure casually molded by an unskilled sculptor.

General George was not completely immobilized.

His mind was still spinning wildly, and his eyeballs could still turn extremely slowly.

But he discovered with horror that when he wanted to blink, his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were hanging two mountains.

That momentary blinking action took him a full five seconds.

And when he opened his eyes again—which took another long five seconds—the world outside made him forget even how to breathe. If he could still breathe smoothly, that is.

On the deck outside the window.

A soldier who prided himself on his strength and wanted to jump into the sea to escape was currently hanging in mid-air.

His feet were half a meter off the ground, the expression on his face was terrified, and his hands were still maintaining a swimming posture in the air.

Gravity seemed to have failed on him.

Or rather, the buoyancy and resistance of the air were great enough to lift an adult man.

He hung there like a clown stuck in a picture frame with glue.

Even more interesting were a few seagulls passing by the Zhenhai.

A few seagulls that originally thought the old man at the bow was too noisy and wanted to reward him with a few poops were currently maintaining their flapping posture, stiffly pinned in mid-air. Their eyes showed great confusion; clearly, they couldn’t understand why they were clearly flapping their wings hard, yet couldn’t fly even a centimeter.

The whole world had been pressed with a playback button labeled ’0.1x speed’ or even ’0.01x speed’.