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111: Chapter 111 No way to heaven, no way to hellThe three God Kings in the sky suddenly froze.

Because they discovered that the sky had turned dark.

The sky, which had been cloudless and scorched by God Ra’s high temperatures, suddenly turned a leaden gray. That was heavy industrial exhaust, smoke spewed from countless towering chimneys.

The surrounding scenery changed.

The snow of the Kunlun Mountains was gone, and the skyscrapers of the capital had vanished.

Replacing them was an endless expanse of black permafrost.

The fresh Spiritual Qi in the air vanished, replaced by the pungent smell of engine oil, rust, and the thick scent of gunpowder.

”What is this place?!”

For the first time, panic flashed in Odin’s lone eye. He discovered that the Law of Space he took pride in had failed here. There was no north, south, east, or west, only a cold steel line of defense.

”An illusion?” Zeus gripped thunder in his hand, attempting to blast open this gloomy sky. ”Break for me!”

The thunder exploded.

But this time, there was no response. The thunder, powerful enough to split mountains, struck the distant black permafrost like a small pebble thrown into a marsh, failing to stir even a ripple.

Immediately after, the earth began to tremble.

This vibration was very rhythmic, like countless giant hearts beating simultaneously.

”Rumble... Rumble...”

A black line appeared on the horizon.

God Ra narrowed his hawk-like eyes, trying to see what it was.

The next second, he saw a scene he would never forget until his Godhead shattered.

Those were iron boxes.

Iron boxes that could run and had tubes growing out of them.

Not one, not a hundred.

They were all over the mountains and plains, covering the sky and earth. A black tide of steel surged from the end of the horizon, tracks grinding against the permafrost with a piercing sound.

It was Dragon Summer’s pride, the type 99a main battle tank!

And in this Domain, they were no longer ordinary physical creations. Under the blessing of Su Yun’s ”Infinite Armament” concept, they were endless steel constructs!

”W-what is this?!”

Odin looked at the dense torrent of steel below, his expression turning solemn.

No magical fluctuations, no radiance of Divine Power.

There was only absolute order and absolute violence.

”Whatever it is! I am a god! How can mere iron harm me?!” Zeus roared. To mask his inner unease, he was the first to launch an attack.

A thick chain of lightning descended from the heavens, accurately striking a tank charging at the very front.

”Boom!”

The tank exploded instantly, turning into burning scrap metal.

Zeus laughed loudly: ”Hahahaha! As expected, it’s just a fragile toy—”

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Because behind the wreckage of that exploding tank, two brand-new tanks rolled directly over their comrade’s remains, not even slowing down as they continued their charge.

Moreover, they opened fire.

No chanting required, no hand seals needed.

Tens of thousands of pitch-black gun barrels rose simultaneously, locking onto the three points of light in the sky.

”Ready—”

Su Yun sat in the command hall and said softly.

”Fire!”

”Boom!!!”

At that moment, the entire world went silent.

Tens of thousands of 125mm smoothbore guns roared at once. The earth seemed to suddenly splash a rain of iron upward against the sky.

There were no fancy techniques, just sheer, overwhelming volume.

”Not good!”

Odin’s face changed drastically. He swung gungnir frantically, weaving an airtight barrier of Divine Power.

”Clang clang clang clang clang clang!”

The dense sounds of impact merged into a single line.

Each shell hitting the Divine Power barrier could only cause a small ripple. For a God King, this level of attack power was indeed nothing.

But the problem was... these shells were endless!

Just as one volley ended, before Odin could catch his breath, the sound of autoloader mechanisms echoed throughout the steel torrent below.

Two seconds.

In just two seconds, the second volley arrived.

”This is also a weapon of Mortals?!” Zeus was being driven all over the sky. Just as he was about to gather thunder to counterattack, hundreds of shells would be plastered onto his face. Although it couldn’t cause fundamental damage, the feeling of being harassed by countless attacks made him extremely irritable.

Even more terrifying, in this Domain of Su Yun’s, there was a setting—[Industrial Assembly Line].

God Ra decided not to endure any longer. He controlled the Solar Barge to descend with temperatures of thousands of degrees, directly melting the tanks within a range of several kilometers into molten iron.

”I’ll see how much iron you have to burn!” God Ra roared.

However, the scene that occurred the next second left him stunned.

Before that scalding molten iron could even cool, automated factories filled with Soviet brutalist aesthetics rose from the ground. Giant mechanical arms operated at high speeds, and conveyor belts moved so fast they were mere afterimages.

Stamping, welding, assembly.

Three seconds.

A brand-new tank, smelling of fresh paint, rolled off the production line. Its tracks crushed the not-yet-solidified molten iron, and its barrel pointed toward the sky once again.

”You are gods; each of you is powerful and precious. Every one that dies is one less.”

Su Yun’s voice echoed within the Domain, as cold as a station announcement in a factory.

”But we are different.”

”To us, this is called an industrial product.”

”As long as the production lines remain, as long as I have power here, I can have as many of these things as I want!”

”Keep firing! Blast their turtle shells to pieces for me!”

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

This wasn’t a battle. This was a war of attrition. Using cheap steel and gunpowder to trade for the noble, non-renewable Divine Power of the gods.

Odin felt his Divine Power draining rapidly. Every block, every second spent maintaining the barrier, was consuming the foundation he had accumulated over centuries. And the other side? Not only did their attack frequency not weaken, it was getting faster and faster.

”It can’t go on like this! We must destroy that commander!”

Though Odin was in a sorry state, his mind remained clear. His lone eye locked onto the edge of the battlefield, pinpointing Su Yun’s position in the real world.

”Zeus! Ra! Ignore this scrap metal! Join forces and break out! Kill that Dragon Summer person!”

”Fine!”

The three God Kings were also ruthless characters, knowing they would be worn to death if they delayed any longer.

They braced against the sky-filling artillery fire and forcibly pooled their Divine Power together. The golden light transformed into a sharp blade, attempting to tear through this thick industrial haze to take Su Yun’s head.

”Want to run?”

Su Yun looked at the three high-energy reaction points moving at high speed on the screen and smiled.

He reached out and snapped his fingers—Air Superiority.

”You’ve had enough fun on the ground. It’s time to show our guests our hospitality in the sky.”

”Buzz—Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!”

The sharp sound of breaking air drowned out the artillery fire on the ground.

Odin had only charged halfway when he suddenly felt his scalp go numb. He looked up and froze in place.

What was overhead weren’t birds.

But gray steel raptors.

It was an entire squadron of J-20 Mighty Dragon Fighter Jets, but under the blessing of Su Yun’s concept, they were likewise infinite.

They didn’t fly randomly like flies but maintained an absolutely precise formation. Under the wings of each fighter jet hung rows of missiles.

”Target locked.”

”Launch.”

Thud thud thud thud thud!

Missiles filled the sky, trailing long plumes of flame as they crashed down upon the three gods.

If the ground artillery was area-of-effect suppression, the missile rain from the air was a precise surgical strike.

Furthermore, these missiles weren’t loaded with ordinary explosives.

Under the blessing of Su Yun’s skill [Totem of the State: The Passing of the Torch], Dragon Summer had long since improved its missiles.

Some scientist had the bright idea to mix a small bit of the ”Immortal Slaying Sword Formation” concept into the warheads.

And this resulted in—

”Boom!”

A missile exploded beside Zeus.

There was no fire, only a sharp burst of Sword Qi instantly erupting.

”Ahhh!!!”

Zeus screamed in pain. A chunk of flesh was sliced right off his thigh, deep enough to see the bone.

”What the hell is this?! This isn’t technology! This is fucking cheating!” Zeus was in so much pain that tears came to his eyes.

Whose missiles explode with Sword Qi?!

But it didn’t end there.

Odin discovered that these fighter jets were just like the tanks on the ground; as soon as one was shot down, two more would immediately emerge from the clouds. Moreover, their tactical cooperation was perfect—some responsible for feints, some for blocking movements, and some for sneak attacks.

The three God Kings were completely trapped.

No way up to heaven, no door into the earth.