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

112: Chapter 112 Truth Lies Within Range! May the Gods Accept the ”Dongfeng Express”Within this ”Industrial Innate Domain” forcibly defined by Su Yun, the sky no longer belonged to the azure of mythology but was shrouded in thick, lead-gray industrial exhaust.

This was not smog; it was the breath of industrial civilization.

On the ground, the Steel Torrent that had been roaring madly just moments ago slowed its pace slightly. The barrels of tens of thousands of type 99a main battle tanks were glowing red, like athletes who had just finished a marathon, panting heavily and emitting wisps of blue smoke.

In the center of the scorched earth, which had been plowed countless times by artillery fire, three spheres of light stood back-to-back, looking exceptionally disheveled.

”Still exploding? Are these ants’ iron lumps endless?”

Zeus at this moment possessed not even a shred of the majesty of a God King. The Thunderbolt Scepter in his hand, symbolizing authority, was being swung like a fire poker. Every swing deployed a dense Electromagnetic Shield in front of him, deflecting or prematurely detonating the incoming Depleted Uranium Armor-Piercing Shells.

But he was very irritable.

Extremely irritable.

Although they had gradually adapted to the rhythm of the artillery fire after the initial panic.

Those Mortal weapons could not damage his Divine Core, yet they were still like tens of thousands of flies buzzing around him, occasionally stinging; this mental torture drove him more insane than physical pain.

”Shut up, you brute.”

Odin’s voice was much calmer, but his single eye also revealed deep exhaustion.

This Father of the Gods of the Norse now acted as the brain. The gungnir spear in his hand was not used for offense but was instead continuously inscribing ancient Runic Symbols in the Void Realm.

One by one, the blue-glowing runes constructed an eerie Space Folding Zone around the three of them.

The moment a large number of missiles and shells contacted this area, they would mysteriously slide to the side or collide directly with each other.

”Their attack frequency is dropping,” Odin analyzed calmly, his deep blue cloak covered in black ash. ”Materializing matter on this scale is an astronomical drain on the caster. That Mortal won’t last much longer.”

”It better be so!”

God Ra, standing to the side, had the most explosive temper.

The Sun Disk above his head released suffocating heat, forming a golden Corona Layer around him. Any shell that came within a hundred meters of him was vaporized into molten iron by the terrifying temperature before it could even explode.

He was the backbone of the defense and also the one consuming the most energy.

”Once this turtle shell breaks, I will pull out that Easterner’s Soul and burn it in the furnace of the Solar Barque for ten thousand years!” God Ra hissed a hoarse curse.

This was the foundation of top-tier God Kings.

Even after being pulled into an unfamiliar Domain and suppressed by rules, when the main gods of three pantheons set aside their pride and began to cooperate, they still displayed despair-inducing defensive power.

Odin was responsible for deflecting trajectories, God Ra for high-temperature vaporization, and Zeus for close-in interception.

This trinity defense circle managed to maintain an ”Absolute Safety Zone” amidst the sky-filling storm of steel.

...

Beijing, Command Hall.

Dragon One looked at the ”light sphere” on the large screen that remained unyielding despite the long assault, his arms crossed and his expression solemn.

”Are the data out yet?” he asked.

The operator beside him was typing furiously, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

”Report! After ten minutes of saturation strikes, the target’s energy signature has dropped by 12%! However... at this rate, it will take at least 72 hours of continuous bombardment to exhaust their Divine Power!”

72 hours.

In the past, this was just three days. But now, every second brought new variables.

”It’s just chip damage...”

This thought surfaced in everyone’s mind.

This was the gap in status.

Although the type 99a main battle tanks and J-20 Fighter Jets formed a numerical suppression, on a ”qualitative” level, they still belonged to conventional physical attacks.

Facing a divine body that had already become rule-based like that of a God King was like using a toothpick to prick a turtle shell; although it could make the opponent uncomfortable, it was still a bit lacking to be fatal.

”Little Su, how about letting this old man try again?”

Beside him, Old Wang, who had already deactivated his possession state and was now sitting weakly in a wheelchair, spoke up. Although his face was pale, the Killing Intent in his eyes had not yet fully dissipated.

”No need.”

Regarding the claim that the Steel Torrent was only doing chip damage, Su Yun remained noncommittal.

He knew the effects of this skill better than anyone.

”In this era, if you find that fire coverage cannot solve a problem, there is usually only one reason.”

Su Yun looked up at everyone in the Command Hall, his smile somewhat grim.

”That is, the caliber isn’t large enough, and the yield isn’t sufficient.”

He placed his hand on the red-glowing console.

The previous tanks and planes were just appetizers, pathfinders used to test the upper limits of the God King’s defenses.

Since conventional industrial products couldn’t break through, then it was time to bring out some ”National Guardian” level Truth.

”System, switch weapon sequence.”

”Initiate the ’Truth’ protocol.”

[Command received.]

[Deactivating ’Conventional Armament’ restrictions...]

[Accessing supreme authority...]

[Detected ’east wind’ concept... adjudicating... ’Truth only exists within range’ intervening.]

[Weapon sequence reset.]

...

In the alternate space, upon the steel permafrost.

The once noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet.

This silence came extremely abruptly.

Like a duck being grabbed by the neck, the roar of tanks across the hills and fields stopped instantly, and the fighter jets in the sky ceased their dives and began to circle at high altitude.

Even the fires that were still burning seemed to be suppressed by some even more terrifying aura.

”What’s going on?”

Zeus, who was frantically outputting Divine Power, was stunned for a moment, and the lightning in his hand almost lost its rhythm. ”Out of ammunition? I told you Mortals couldn’t hold on!”

Just as a hint of joy was about to appear on his face, he noticed that Odin’s expression beside him had become extremely ugly.

That look was like a mouse suddenly being locked onto by an eagle.

”Something’s wrong...”

Odin’s single eye darted frantically, staring fixedly at the distant permafrost. ”It’s quiet. This isn’t right... This feeling is more dangerous than the tens of thousands of combat vehicles just now!”

As the God of Wisdom, his sense for danger was the most acute.

The previous artillery fire was intense, but those were ”inanimate objects.”

But now, beneath this deathly silent earth, it felt as if something was awakening. It was some kind of giant beast with a destructive will, slowly opening its eyes.

”Creeeeeak—”

A tooth-aching sound of metal grinding came from deep underground.

The sound was low and heavy, carrying the cold, ruthless texture unique to industrial machinery.

The three God Kings instinctively looked up.

They saw that on the horizon directly in front of them, the originally flat black permafrost had suddenly split open.

It wasn’t an irregular collapse, but a uniform opening, like blast doors being cut open by precision instruments.

”Pshhh—”

A massive plume of white steam, mixed with the smell of hydraulic oil, erupted from underground.

Immediately afterward, a gargantuan object, pushed by hydraulic rams, slowly rose.

This was not a combat vehicle at all.

This was a... tower.

A pure white, seamless cylinder, at least a dozen stories high, emitting a cold metallic luster.