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

78: Chapter 78 Damage Sharing Makes Another ContributionHowever.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sound was heard.

”Clang—!!!”

There was no collision of flesh and blood as imagined, nor the roar of clashing steel.

The Horse-chopping Saber in Zhao Tiezhu’s hand, capable of splitting a tank’s front armor, stopped exactly a hundred meters away from the Six-Winged Angel.

It wasn’t blocked; it was ”stopped.”

It was like a high-definition video playing smoothly suddenly losing its internet connection, the image freezing. Zhao Tiezhu remained in a hacking posture, and along with the three thousand Heroic Spirit Vanguards behind him, they were all suspended in mid-air.

The dark gold flames on their bodies had been burning fiercely, but now they were like insects trapped in amber; even the flickering paths of the flames were forcibly frozen.

”Crap... can’t... move...”

Zhao Tiezhu was startled.

He only felt...

...that the surrounding air was no longer a gas, but an outrageously hard solid. No, it couldn’t even be called a solid, but rather a rule of ”Access Denied.”

In this Domain of pale radiance, all physical rules were declared invalid.

No gravity, no friction, no kinetic energy.

The angel overhead looked down with contempt, showing that it was the sole Dominator within this small space.

”Fire!! Support Old Zhao!!”

In the rear, the Falcon Legion Commander had not charged out with them; seeing things were wrong, he decisively gave the order.

The armored clusters that had been on standby fired instantly. Dozens of armor-piercing shells trailed long plumes of flame, whistling as they charged into the pale area.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The moment these warheads—representatives of the aesthetic of human industrial violence—entered the range of the white light, the flames on them abruptly extinguished. The high-speed rotating projectiles instantly came to a standstill, suspended blankly in mid-air.

Immediately after, the warheads began to decompose.

Silently.

It was as if someone had lightly swiped an eraser across a blueprint.

The hard tungsten alloy warheads instantly turned into the most primitive atomic dust; without making a single sound, they were erased directly from the material plane.

”What... what the hell is this...” a gunner exclaimed.

The soldiers, who believed that firepower was justice, never expected that the enemy wouldn’t even need to defend; the shells simply vanished inexplicably.

In mid-air.

The Six-Winged Angel didn’t even lift an eyelid.

In its high-dimensional eyes flowing with divine radiance, the group of humans shouting and charging before it weren’t warriors at all, but merely clusters of exceptionally active, golden ”garbled code viruses.”

Viruses do not need communication; they only need to be scanned and deleted.

It slightly raised its flawless left hand, which was pierced by a rusty nail.

It tapped lightly with its index finger.

Hum—

Suddenly.

In the Void Realm behind it, countless pale rays of light began to converge, finally condensing into a beam of light that had no temperature but was so bright it made one’s eyes sting.

The beam aimed at Zhao Tiezhu, who was ”stuck” in mid-air and unable to move.

”Commencing correction,” it spoke indifferently.

”Oh no...”

On the ground, the hearts of all the soldiers went cold.

With such an energy level reaction, let alone a Heroic Spirit, even a mountaintop would be vaporized in an instant.

In the distant shadows, the Doctor stared at this scene with a frenzied look through secret observation methods, a morbid pleasure appearing on his face: ”Do you see? This is the dimensional gap! What Dragon Summer Heroic Spirits, what national will—before God’s ’formatting,’ they are all laughable struggles!”

The light beam fell.

Color instantly drained from the world; there was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only a pure, heart-shuddering white that ruthlessly swallowed Zhao Tiezhu’s tiny figure.

...

At the same time.

Dragon Summer, Chuanshu, an old teahouse.

”Checkmate!”

Old Man Li slapped a chess piece onto the board, a smug smile just appearing on his face as he prepared to enjoy his old buddy’s frustrated expression.

Suddenly, he frowned and reached back to scratch his back.

”What’s wrong, Old Li? Can’t handle the loss and trying to cheat?” Old Man Zhang across from him glared.

”Cheat my foot!” Old Man Li twisted his body, grimacing. ”I don’t know what kind of bug it was, but it just gave my back a sharp bite. It hurts a bit.”

”Probably a mosquito. Autumn mosquitoes are very venomous.”

...

Shanghai, an office building.

Programmer Xiao Wang, who was frantically typing code, had his finger just touch the Enter key.

”Hiss!”

A numbing sting came from his fingertip, as if he had been hit hard by static electricity.

He pulled his hand back in a fright, thinking the computer was leaking electricity. After checking for a long time and finding nothing unusual, he could only curse under his breath, shake his hand, and continue working.

...

Northeast, an open-air bathhouse.

”Oh, crap!”

A shirtless man was scrubbing himself when he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if someone had hit him with a small pebble.

He looked around blankly. ”Who? Who the hell threw soap at me?”

Surrounded by a sea of pale bodies, everyone looked bewildered, and a few people were even rubbing their chests.

...

At this very moment.

Across the 9.6 million square kilometers of vast land, the 1.4 billion people of Dragon Summer, and even all the foreigners who had been clearly included in the Dragon Summer territory...

...whether they were drinking tea, in class, at work, or sleeping.

...whether in a bustling city or a refugee resettlement camp.

Everyone, in the same second, once again felt an extremely faint discomfort—so faint it was almost negligible.

It was like being bitten by a mosquito, hit by static electricity, or having one’s shoulder lightly patted.

Then, in the next second, as a fine green rain fell, this trace of discomfort vanished with the wind.

No one knew...

...that this moment of slight pain was them enduring a certain-death ”Divine Punishment” on behalf of a certain big dummy who was risking his life on the border.

...

The border battlefield.

The pale light gradually dissipated.

The Falcon Legion Commander didn’t dare to look; he gritted his teeth, his eyes red.

That was a destruction strike of S-rank or higher!

Old Zhao, he...

”Pui!”

A vigorous sound of spitting rang out with startling abruptness on the silent battlefield.

Everyone jerked their heads up.

There, in mid-air...

...Zhao Tiezhu, who should have had nothing left of him, still maintained that hacking posture.

A few cracks had indeed appeared on his armor, but that was all.

Even his translucent soul body had only dimmed for an instant before being immediately refilled by some unknown power.

”Is that it?”

Zhao Tiezhu blinked a couple of times and looked down at his chest in disbelief.

In that moment just now, he really thought he was a goner.

With that kind of terrifying energy pouring in, let alone a Heroic Spirit like him, even a true immortal would have lost a layer of skin.

But just as that power was about to tear his soul body apart, the golden thread at his heart suddenly lit up.

It was dazzlingly bright and warm.

The damage, enough to destroy mountains, was instantly diverted along this line into a reservoir so vast it was unimaginable.

A little here, a little there.

By the time it was all shared out, the damage that fell on Zhao Tiezhu... was probably equivalent to being hit in the face with a cotton ball by Erya from next door.

It didn’t just not hurt; he even felt like laughing.

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, then he huffed on his golden armor and wiped it. ”Hey! You bird-man over there, haven’t you eaten? Your attack is so weak, it’s like being tickled!”