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

98: Chapter 98 The Siege of the GodsOn the peak of Kunlun Mountains, the biting cold wind was gone, replaced by a sickeningly warm and humid air reminiscent of the Mediterranean.

If the lightning strike from the heavens moments ago was meant to establish dominance, then the scene unfolding now was ten thousand times more agonizing for a Chinese scholar like Li Guodong than being slowly sliced to death.

Zeus didn’t even bother to spare another glance at the Mortals below, who looked like ants. He casually waved the scepter in his hand, much like a picky tenant pointing around a newly rented, unfinished apartment.

”Too desolate.”

”Too barbaric.”

”Not... elegant enough.”

As his voice faded, the Kunlun Mountains underwent a drastic transformation.

The ancient, rugged, greyish-blue rocks, sculpted by eons of wind and snow, began to twist and soften, ultimately being forcibly converted into pure white, finely textured marble that exuded an aura of ’nobility’ but was actually saturated with the stench of nouveau riche vulgarity.

The tenacious green pines and cypresses, which grew stubbornly in the crevices and symbolized the moral backbone of China, rapidly withered under the erosion of Divine Power. They were then forcefully elongated, transforming into vast stretches of olive trees with glossy leaves.

The fragment of Buzhou Mountain, which should have stood at the center of heaven and earth representing the majesty of the ’Celestial Pillar,’ now sprouted something even more ridiculous.

Giant Doric-style stone columns shot up from the ground, their exquisite bas-reliefs and complex volute decorations forcibly plastered over the rugged mountain body.

In the blink of an eye, this sacred mountain, which carried the origin of Chinese mythology and witnessed Gong Gong’s furious clash and Nüwa’s mending of the heavens, had become a massive, Westernized, incongruous temple of Olympus.

This wasn’t just asking for passage!

This was clearly an attempt to erase the very concept of ’China’ from its source and then build their own illegal structures on that foundation!

”Stop... Stop it all!”

Li Guodong lay in the snowdrift, his throat already hoarse from shouting. He crawled forward using his hands and feet, his fingernails digging into the unfamiliar white soil until his fingers bled profusely.

He saw Hermes standing before a stone tablet half-buried in the earth.

This was an ancient pre-Qin stele that an archaeological team had risked their lives to excavate the previous century. It was engraved with the characters ’Buzhou’ in ancient seal script; every stroke exuded the desolation and grandeur of that era.

Hermes tilted his head, his winged sandals tapping the stele, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

”What is this? A mark left by the local primitives?”

The Greek god of commerce and travelers tapped the stele with his caduceus, producing a crisp ’clang.’ ”Too crude. They don’t even understand the golden ratio in their lines. It’s an eyesore to keep it here.”

With that, he kicked it away as if kicking a piece of rotten brick on the roadside.

CRASH!

The ancient stele, which had stood firm in the extreme cold for millennia, was kicked down into the abyss thousands of feet deep.

In its place, a dazzling golden plaque inscribed with ornate Greek text reading ’Olympus’ floated in mid-air, painfully bright to the eyes.

”No----!!!”

Li Guodong let out a mournful cry.

In that instant, he felt that what was kicked down was not a stone, but the faith of his entire life, the dignity of this land spanning five thousand years.

The humiliation of seeing his culture trampled, his ancestral grave dug up only to have someone spit into it, made the old man in his sixties tremble all over, his face smeared with tears and snot.

”Bandits... You uncultured bandits!”

Li Guodong shrieked hoarsely.

Hermes completely ignored him and turned to smile at Zeus: ”Father God, although the ’rules’ here are stubborn, as long as we replace the foundation of the so-called ’Dragon Vein’ system with ours, this land will soon become Olympus’s backyard garden.”

Zeus nodded with satisfaction, his gaze sweeping toward the distant, faintly visible heartland of the East.

”Then let’s speed up the process.”

”Let this world understand what a true miracle is, and what is... the assimilation of civilization.”

...

Command Hall.

The massive electronic screen, originally displaying the nation’s topography, was now filled with scarlet alarms.

If the previous descent of mythology was merely ’localized conflicts’ on a point-to-point basis, then with the opening of this ’back door’ at Kunlun Mountain, it had escalated into an all-out ’home invasion and robbery.’

Long Yi stood before the command console, his fists tightly clenched.

What made matters worse was:

”Report! The Northern Border Black River Defense Line reports giant wolves exceeding the size of tanks appearing in the North! Based on feature comparison, they are offspring of Fenrir, the monstrous wolf from Norse mythology!”

The main screen instantly switched views.

On the wind-swept, icy plains, countless black behemoths were galloping across the frozen river surface. The white vapor they exhaled was like thick fog, and every landing shook the ice with cracking sounds.

”Report! Southern Border requests support!”

Another screen cut to a view where the previously calm surface of the Mekong River appeared to be boiling. Countless monsters with human torsos, snake tails, and carrying steel tridents flowed downriver—they were the Nāga and the Asura legions from Indian mythology. Wherever they passed, the river water turned purplish-black, and the vegetation on both banks instantly withered.

”A massive tsunami has been detected from the East Sea direction! In the waves... there is the shadow of eight heads! That is the projection of Yamata no Orochi! Three coastal fortresses have already sounded Level One combat alerts!”

Surrounded by enemies.

Antagonized by the whole world.

This collection of mythological systems was like sharks smelling blood. Seeing that Zeus had kicked open the door, they all swarmed in, eager to get a piece of the pie.

”Good, very good.”

Long Yi laughed in anger, ”They think that because there’s a thief in our house, anyone can come in and step on us, right?”

Qin Shuangyue said: ”The most troublesome area is the West! Olympus didn’t just bring the main gods; the entrance to Kunlun Pass has become a monster nest. A large number of Chimera and Cyclops are surging inland! That is our heartland!”

The screen switched to the Western Theater Command.

The previously desolate Gobi desert, an uninhabited area, was now densely packed with black masses.

Monsters that only existed in Western oil paintings and horror stories were trampling the soil of Dragon Summer, running at full speed.

Especially the Cyclops; each one was as tall as a dozen-story building, carrying entire trees uprooted from the mountains, taking strides spanning tens of meters. The earth trembled beneath their feet.