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114: Chapter 114 Surrender is not accepted!On this frozen industrial wasteland, the smell of sulfur in the air was pungent.

The sound of tens of thousands of silo covers opening simultaneously via hydraulics was low and heavy, exceeding the frequency human ears could capture and turning into a resonance in the chest that made one’s head buzz.

Odin’s deep blue robes were already tattered, scraps of cloth flying wildly in the heatwave. The two Divine Ravens on his shoulders had long since tucked their heads under their wings in terror, shivering uncontrollably.

The majesty of a God King and the glory of Northern Europe were nothing in the face of ten thousand rounds of ”Truth” ready to be unleashed.

This was no longer just a threat of death.

This was a fundamental crushing. They played with magic and the manipulation of elements; the opposing side played with kilotons and the violent dismantling of atomic nuclei. There was simply no way to fight back.

The expressions on the faces of the three shifted uncertainly.

”Wait!”

Odin suddenly moved.

He didn’t go to pick up the blown-away gungnir, nor did he attempt to construct a fragile spatial barrier again.

This one-eyed Father of the Gods performed an action that left both Zeus and God Ra, who were still coughing up blood beside him, stunned.

His knees bent, and he knelt.

It was a standard single-knee kneel.

”Respected Eastern Dominator.”

Bolstered by Divine Power, Odin’s voice echoed through the barrier, resonant and sincere. ”I believe there may be some misunderstanding between us.”

Zeus, still clutching half a Thunderbolt, nearly had his eyes pop out upon hearing this: ”Odin?! What are you doing! They are but lowly Mortals!”

”Shut up, you fool,” Odin barked in a low voice, the cold light in his one eye stifling the rest of Zeus’s words.

Then, Odin looked back at the young figure in the sky, lowering his posture even further. ”Continuing this war benefits no one. Your energy reserves must be nearing their limit, right? Maintaining a barrier of this scale and creating weapons of this caliber—even a God King’s Godhead wouldn’t be able to sustain it.”

Odin was a clever man.

Or rather, he was the most calculating one in the mythological circles.

He knew very well that if he couldn’t win, he should negotiate. Even a feigned surrender would work, as long as it bought time for him to find a flaw in the barrier or wait for reinforcements from other pantheons; the game would still be playable.

”We admit defeat.” Odin looked up, a helpless expression on his wrinkled old face. ”As a gesture of sincerity, Olympus can cede half of its Divine Realm to Dragon Summer. Those believers and resources will all be yours. The Norse Pantheon is willing to offer a main branch of the World Tree, a supreme treasure capable of reshaping life.”

At this point, he paused and continued, ”In this apocalyptic era, having more friends is always better than having more Mortal enemies, isn’t it? As long as you put away these iron towers, we will immediately withdraw from Dragon Summer and swear a divine oath never to invade again.”

It had to be said, the old man was a smooth talker.

Reasoned and logical, offering ample benefits, and even thoughtfully considering Su Yun’s energy consumption issues.

If it were a different protagonist, or a savior overflowing with a ”holy mother” complex, they might truly hesitate at this moment. After all, killing a god only provides a momentary thrill, while a living god can provide truly massive benefits.

But unfortunately, he had encountered Su Yun.

Su Yun sat in a chair in the command hall, watching the kneeling God King on the screen. His face showed no emotion, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

”Energy depleted?”

Su Yun gently tapped his knuckles on the desk. He didn’t answer through the microphone but merely muttered to himself, ”If they knew I’m currently using the entire Dragon Summer power grid, backed by the National Energy Administration, and even charging with thousands of years of this land’s national fortune... would this old man die of anger?”

What individual heroism?

That was the Western way.

In Dragon Summer, war was never a one-man affair. At this moment, Su Yun did not represent himself; he represented every kilowatt of electricity flowing through this land, every burning coal molecule, and every hydroelectric station in operation.

Outlast?

With billions of people on our Blue Planet, we can’t outlast the three of you?

”As for negotiations...” Su Yun’s gaze gradually turned cold.

Within the alternate space, Su Yun’s projection said indifferently:

”Odin, you’ve misunderstood one thing.”

”This isn’t a stalemate; it’s a one-sided slaughter.”

The fake smile on Odin’s face froze.

”Furthermore,” Su Yun’s voice continued, ”if I kill you, the corpses are mine, the Godheads are mine, and the Divine Artifacts are mine. Since I can seize everything, why should I split the profits with you?”

”Moreover...”

”We have a rule here.”

”For invaders, we are only responsible for their funerals, not for negotiations.”

”Truth does not support refusal of delivery.”

Click.

The button was pressed.

Without the slightest hesitation, before the stunned expression on Odin’s face could even fade, ten thousand launch towers simultaneously spewed flames.

”BOOM—!!!”

What followed was no longer the sound of artillery, but a tearing sound.

Ten thousand white launch towers spewed flames at once, and missiles roared into the sky.

The tail flames merged, instantly evaporating all moisture within the barrier. The high temperature distorted the air beyond recognition, making the figures of the three God Kings blur.

In this moment, those gods appeared so insignificant.

”Run!!”

Odin finally couldn’t keep up the act.

The sincerity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a hideous expression, losing all the grace of the Father of the Gods.

He had never actually expected Su Yun to agree.

That nonsense just now was purely to buy time.

The moment the missiles took flight, Odin’s right hand suddenly pulled a thigh bone covered in eerie runes from his robes—a forbidden object he had obtained with his own flesh and blood while hanging upside down from the World Tree.

”Norse Forbidden Art: Ragnarok’s Compensation!”

Odin roared as the bone fragment instantly crumbled into powder.

A cold, eerie ripple erupted instantly, completely different from Divine Power.

Zeus, who hadn’t reacted until now, finally came to his senses. Seeing the sky full of missiles locking onto the area, his hair stood on end. He instinctively prepared to concentrate all his Divine Power into his legs to flee.

”Odin! Run in different directions!” Zeus shouted.

As long as they scattered, it would be impossible for all ten thousand missiles to hit; there would be a chance to survive.

”Run? You think you’re worthy?”

Odin’s cold voice suddenly appeared behind Zeus.

Zeus was stunned.

Before he could even turn around, he felt a sharp pain in the center of his back.

Puchi!

It was the never-missing gungnir. Odin had grasped it in his hand at some point; his target wasn’t the missiles in the sky, but a precise thrust into Zeus’s lower back!

This strike was brutal.

It directly pierced through Zeus’s divine body, pinning him firmly to the ground.

”Ugh... Ah?!”

Zeus looked down at the spear tip protruding from his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

He had thought about being killed by a Mortal, or dying from exhaustion, but he never dreamed that the cruelest stab would come from an ally.

”Odin!! You... despicable One-eyed Dragon!!” Zeus roared, blood mixed with lightning spewing from his mouth.