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

70: Chapter 70 Is this what a great power is like?Southwest border, Boundary Marker No. 55.

This is the dividing line between civilization and barbarism. One step inward leads to the mundane world where, despite some ups and downs, there are still hot baths and WIFI signals; one step outward leads to an asura field shrouded in grayish-black Death Qi, where nothing but the roars of monsters can be heard, without a single sign of living humans.

But today, while the boundary marker remains the same, the rules have changed.

”Rumble—”

The sound of treads crushing gravel was not chaotic; instead, it converged into a heart-trembling low-frequency resonance. Hundreds of type 99a main battle tanks, painted with dark red dragon patterns, crushed the barbed wire on the border line with an unprecedentedly violent posture.

If it had been half a day ago, the moment they left the national border, the electronic equipment inside the tanks would have suffered from magnetic field interference, resulting in snowy screens, and the drivers’ spirits would have become anxious due to facing the terrifying pressure of the outside world.

But now, no one felt any discomfort.

Because on top of every tank’s turret, there stood a straight pillar of crimson-gold smoke piercing the sky.

This wasn’t smoke; it was solidified National Destiny, a flowing territory.

”All units attention! As long as the beacon fire above our heads doesn’t go out, this is our front door!”

The division commander’s rough roar came through the communication channel, ”See those B-rank Armored Rhinos ahead? Usually, they’re tough nuts to crack, but now they’re just a few chunks of slightly tougher beef! Crush them for me!”

This wasn’t just a boost in morale.

Under the skill judgment of Su Yun’s ’Beacon Fires Across the Sky · Divine Land of China,’ every inch of land within a ten-mile radius covered by the Beacon Smoke was temporarily and forcibly rewritten with the code ’Dragon Summer Territory.’

Thus, the several B-rank mutant rhinos that were about to roar and charge suddenly felt their whole bodies grow heavy.

The feeling was terrible, like a bully who was originally strolling in his own backyard suddenly realizing he had somehow barged into a police station’s investigation hall, surrounded by SWAT teams armed to the teeth, with the words ’Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist’ plastered on the walls.

The half-meter-thick keratinous skin of the leading mutant rhino actually began to sizzle and smoke upon contact with the crimson-gold light, becoming soft and brittle like lard meeting a branding iron.

It panicked.

It wanted to run.

But an energy Mo Dao as wide as a door panel no longer intended to give it the chance.

”Where do you think you’re going!”

A Heroic Spirit Captain floating above a tank saw his figure swell to three meters high in the wind. The large blade in his hand used no fancy Moves, simply thrusting forward in a plain and unadorned manner.

”Puchi.”

It was like a hot knife through butter.

The B-rank demonic creature, which had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago and could even withstand several ordinary armor-piercing shells, was split directly from its skull to the base of its tail by this Mo Dao, which carried ’True Damage’ and ’Anti-Demon Special Attack.’

Blood sprayed out, but before it could hit the ground, it was evaporated into nothingness by the high temperature of the Beacon Smoke.

There were no screams, only crushing force.

This wasn’t a war; this was a one-sided bullying session of a max-level account returning to the novice village to blast the fish pond.

...

A neighboring country on the peninsula, an abandoned small town sixty kilometers from the border line.

The sky here was leaden gray, and even the air was permeated with the smell of moldy rust.

Piao Dongxiu curled up in a cellar used for storing kimchi, tightly clutching his five-year-old daughter in his arms.

He used to be a long-haul truck driver, burly with a fiery temper, able to eat three bowls of cold noodles in one sitting.

But now, he was as thin as a withered stick of firewood, his eye sockets sunken, with only a trace of human panic remaining in his bloodshot eyes.

The temperature in the cellar was near zero. His daughter’s small face was purple with cold, yet she didn’t even dare to make a sound while crying, only mechanically sucking on Piao Dongxiu’s shriveled finger.

”Daddy... there’s no more sound outside,” his daughter’s voice came, thin as a mosquito’s hum.

Piao Dongxiu trembled all over and covered the child’s mouth.

Silence often meant that something even more terrifying had arrived.

Just half an hour ago, he had heard several Ghouls digging in the ruins above his head. The tooth-aching sound of sharp claws scraping against concrete felt like every scratch was on his own heart.

Contact with the authorities had long been lost. He heard that those big shots had all taken planes to retreat to the aircraft carrier battle groups at sea, leaving ordinary people like them on land to feed the monsters.

This country is finished.

Everyone was saying so.

”Thump.”

The thick wooden board above the cellar suddenly vibrated.

Piao Dongxiu’s heart shrank violently, and he instinctively reached for the rusty iron crowbar by his side—his last weapon.

”Thump, thump, thump.”

The sound was rhythmic, heavy, and powerful, unlike the hurried and chaotic scratching of Ghouls; it was more like the footsteps of some heavy object landing.

Immediately after, a never-before-heard, thunderous low roar came from the far distance, rapidly approaching. The sound was so loud that it shook the dust from the cellar ceiling, making it fall in patters.

What kind of monster is this? How big must it be to make such a noise?

Piao Dongxiu was in despair. He knew that if it was a monster of this level, this thin wooden board wouldn’t be able to block it at all.

Rather than being caught like a turtle in a jar, it was better to die knowing what it was.

He gritted his teeth, stuffed his daughter into the gap behind the kimchi jars, and with trembling hands, pushed open a sliver of the cellar’s wooden door.

He was prepared to see a bloody, gaping maw.

However, there was none.

At that moment, what pierced his retina was not a monster’s fangs, but a flash of crimson-gold light strong enough to sear the Soul.

”This is...”

Piao Dongxiu squinted his eyes. Through the gaps in his fingers, he saw a scene that he would never be able to understand in his life, yet was so shocking it left him speechless.

On the dark and broken street, several Ghouls that had been perched on lampposts preparing for an ambush were now flattened against the ground by some invisible gravity field, twitching in pain with black fur smoking.

And at the end of the street, translucent warriors clad in golden scale armor, their bodies flowing with golden light, were stepping through the air.

They did not step on the muddy ground, but on a golden Great Dao paved with countless points of light.

A golden-armored warrior waved his hand casually.

A crescent-shaped golden Saber Qi swept out. Several Ghouls, which normally required the army to be mobilized to barely suppress, couldn’t even let out a scream before they instantly exploded into a cloud of golden dust.

”Is... is this a god?” Piao Dongxiu muttered to himself.

No, not a god.

He saw the torrent of steel behind the golden-armored warriors.

The red flags fluttering on the tanks snapped in the strong light. The five golden stars on them appeared so dazzling even in the ruins of a foreign land, so... reassuring.

”It’s Dragon Summer...”

Piao Dongxiu’s strength was instantly drained, and the crowbar in his hand hit the ground with a ’clatter.’

Of course he recognized that flag. When he used to drive long-haul, he always felt that huge neighbor was too noisy and too assertive.

But now, when the whole world had abandoned them, only this neighbor came with blades drawn and tanks rolling, kicking down the doors of the monsters that treated them as rations.

The cellar door was pushed completely open.

Piao Dongxiu no longer needed to hide.

He stumbled out, kneeling on the street full of black mud, and wailed loudly toward the rolling torrent of steel. He even forgot to use his mother tongue, instead using a sentence of broken Chinese he had learned while delivering goods, shouting with all his might:

”Help... over here... we’re over here!!”

A Heroic Spirit seemed to hear the noise and turned his head. He didn’t speak, but simply reached out and pointed lightly in Piao Dongxiu’s direction.

A warm white light separated from the Beacon Smoke and landed on Piao Dongxiu and the daughter he had just carried out.

Warmth, a sense of fullness, and an indescribable feeling of security.

”Is this... a great power?”

Piao Dongxiu hugged his daughter, whose body was rapidly warming up, as tears washed two furrows through the grease on his face.

...

At the same time, fifty kilometers to the north, at an international school.

This was a local noble school district, but now, it was just a massive graveyard.

The top floor of the library.

Sixteen-year-old Amy leaned against the door, with seven or eight other classmates also in school uniforms beside her. Their once clean and expensive uniforms were now tattered; these formerly pampered children were now like a flock of quails waiting to be slaughtered.

”Crack... sizzle...”

A hair-raising scratching sound came from outside the window.

A ’Slit-Mouthed Banshee’ with long hair covering its face and a mouth split all the way to its ears was hanging upside down outside the window glass.

Its eyes, which had only whites and no pupils, stared fixedly at the fresh blood-food in the room, its long tongue full of barbs licking the glass.

This was a B-rank monster, an unsolvable nightmare for ordinary people.

”Crash!”

The tempered glass finally couldn’t withstand the pressure and shattered all over the floor.

A foul-smelling wind instantly filled the entire room.