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

117: Chapter 117 Advancement RequirementsThe North Pole, under the polar night.

The cold wind here was sharper than in Kunlun, like countless invisible ice blades scraping white marks onto the black permafrost.

”Thud.”

A scorched object plummeted from the high sky, smashing heavily onto the ice sheet and sliding several hundred meters before finally stopping.

Odin.

At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the Father of the Gods’ majesty?

He couldn’t even maintain human form, sometimes turning into a giant, featherless, one-eyed crow, and other times into a severely burned old man. The gungnir spear, the symbol of his authority, was also broken in two, sticking forlornly in a nearby snowdrift.

”Cough, cough... Damn... Damn Dragon Summer people...”

Odin lay on the ground, gulping down the ice and snow, trying to suppress the radiation fire poison still raging destructively inside him with the cold.

His left arm was severed at the root, the price paid for forcibly tearing open space earlier. Even more fatal was his Godhead; it was covered in dense cracks, just like a piece of glass about to shatter.

”It doesn’t matter... As long as I’m alive, as long as I can return to the roots of the World Tree...”

Odin struggled to get up, his single eye flashing with venomous light. ”When I recover, I will contact all the God Systems... This kind of industrial weapon must have its limitations. As long as we find the weakness...”

”You might not have that chance, Odin.”

A voice, perfectly calm without any inflection, sounded abruptly in the wind and snow.

Odin froze stiffly and looked up sharply.

The wind stopped.

The howling blizzard seemed to have hit the pause button, hanging suspended in mid-air. In this bizarre frozen scene, three figures slowly walked out of the Void Realm, surrounding Odin in a triangular formation.

The person on the left was clad in white robes. Although the twelve wings on his back were retracted, they still exuded a suffocating sense of holiness. He held a quill pen in his hand, appearing to be recording something.

Eden, the Great Archangel, Gabriel.

The person on the right had the head of a wolf and the body of a man. He held a balance scale and a scepter, his entire body wrapped in bandages emanating the aura of death—he was the undertaker from the banks of the Nile.

The God of the Underworld, Anubis.

And standing in the very center was a man with blue skin, a snake coiled around his neck, and a third eye on his forehead. He held nothing in his hands, standing barefoot on the ice, yet the surrounding space showed faint signs of collapse.

Indian mythology, the God of Destruction, Shiva.

”You guys...” Odin’s pupils contracted, instinctively wanting to grip the broken spear in his hand. ”What are you trying to do? Take advantage of my misfortune? Don’t forget, if the lips perish, the teeth will be cold! That Easterner can kill me, and he can kill you!”

”A slight correction,”

Gabriel said, ”He killed Zeus and Ra. As for you, based on current data analysis, your survival rate was always zero. You managed to escape only because you needed to bring intelligence out.”

”Intelligence?” Odin was stunned.

”That Easterner’s method of attack is very interesting.”

Shiva, who had been silent, spoke. His voice was soft, yet it seemed to resonate directly inside one’s mind. ”It is neither magic nor divine art. He forcibly sublimated that crude human ’industry’ into a ’Dao’. This is a flawed evolution, but one must admit, it possesses a certain destructive beauty.”

Shiva’s eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of the Universe, stared quietly at the wretched Odin.

”We need data. Regarding the explosive yield of that ’east wind’, its rule composition, and the status change of that Easterner when he released this power.”

”You guys...” Odin understood, and a chill colder than the ice and snow washed over him. ”You were watching the whole time? Watching us go to our deaths? Just to collect data?”

”This is necessary loss mitigation,” Anubis let out a low sneer, lightly tapping the ground with his scepter. ”If it were before, we could have simply killed you and extracted your Soul. But now, we need a living sample.”

”Hand over your memories, Odin,” Gabriel said. ”In exchange, we can help you repair your Godhead. Although you will be demoted to a subordinate god, that is still better than becoming a cold corpse, right?”

This was not a negotiation.

It was naked coercion.

Odin looked at these three unscathed, high-and-mighty ’allies’ and suddenly felt an overwhelming absurdity. This was what gods were like. Compared to humanity’s simple and brutal ’east wind carpet bombing,’ the machinations of these gods were even more disgusting.

But he didn’t want to die.

”...Fine,” Odin lowered his head, his voice hoarse. ”But I have one condition. You must kill him. That Mortal... He not only possesses the power of industry; I can feel that he is plundering our Luck. If we let him grow...”

”We don’t need you to teach us that.”

Shiva turned and looked toward the distant East. The third eye on his forehead opened slightly, and the light of destruction emanating from within instantly caused the surrounding space to collapse.

”Physical confrontation has been proven to be inefficient. The Dragon Summer people have locked down the winning probability in the material realm with their ’Industrial Cultivation’.”

”Therefore, in the next war, we will not fight on the material plane.”

A cold smile touched Shiva’s lips.

”We will fight on ’concept’. We will fight on ’faith’. We will fight on higher-dimensional rules.”

”Since he is invincible in the Mortal world, then we will pull the battlefield... up to the heavens.”

...

Command Hall.

Su Yun, who had been fiddling with a stone box, suddenly felt a stirring in his heart.

”Who’s talking about me?”

He looked up and saw that next to the previously faint red dot on the map, three huge, deep-red high-energy reaction sources had suddenly appeared.

Moreover, these three reaction sources did not move immediately but seemed to be... having a meeting in place?

Su Yun’s eyes gradually lit up.

”One, two, three... plus the half-crippled Odin.”

He glanced at the advancement mission just issued by the System: [Collect at least three Main God Godheads from different God Systems].

Su Yun displayed a smile like an old farmer seeing a bountiful harvest.

”Good heavens, I was just worrying about where to find the third Godhead.”

”How is this delivering the goods right to my door, offering a group purchase?”