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119: Chapter 119 The Resurgence of the Gods: A ConspiracyKunlun Pass.

Just as all the warriors tensed their nerves, bracing for another potential battle, the sky changed.

There were no dense, dark clouds, nor was there overwhelming thunder.

In the grayish sky, countless golden specks of light suddenly drifted down. These specks did not seem divine; instead, they exuded a sense of... how should one put it, the rigor of ’administrative approval’ descending.

They scattered gracefully, falling onto the horde of monsters like spring rain.

”Roar?”

The Cyclops Leader, which had been lying on the ground, blankly raised its head.

It felt a warm power drilling into its body. This power wasn’t as domineering as Divine Power; it didn’t make it feel omnipotent. Instead, it made it feel... empty-handed, with a strong desire to grab something and get to work.

Immediately following this, a scene unfolded that made all the warriors’ eyeballs nearly pop out.

The golden light converged.

On the Cyclops Leader’s bare, massive forehead, an enormous red—safety helmet—materialized out of thin air!

The helmet was brilliantly red, radiating righteousness, and even bore a line of white text that, while it couldn’t read it, it instinctively knew was very important: [Safe Production Is Heavier Than Mount Tai].

Simultaneously, the rotten wooden club it had used for several hundred years exploded into a puff of smoke with a ”bang.”

When the smoke cleared, it held a huge blueprint in its hand—an engineering drawing with blue lines on a white background.

It looked around, then suddenly slapped its head, as if possessed by the spirit of a ’foreman.’

”Roar! (Get to work!)”

The Cyclops Leader roared once.

The roar carried no Killing Intent, only sheer drive.

It tucked the blueprint under its arm and strode toward a large pit blasted out by artillery nearby. In the past, it would have certainly walked around it or used the pit as cover.

But now, it looked at the pit, frowning deeply, as if seeing some substandard, shoddy construction.

It bent down, plunging its two massive hands into the earth like buckets. With a ”Hee-chi,” several tons of earth were effortlessly scooped up and tossed back into the pit.

That wasn’t all.

After filling the earth, it deliberately stomped on the spot with its huge feet, bouncing a few times to ensure the road surface was level and compacted.

Having finished, it satisfiedly clapped the dirt off its hands and looked up at several of its kin who were still in a daze, roaring angrily: ”Roar, roar!! (What are you looking at! Move bricks! Waiting for dinner!)”

The smaller Cyclopes shuddered.

Yellow safety helmets popped up on their heads, and they materialized great hammers and shovels in their hands.

Immediately afterward, the entire battlefield’s aesthetic abruptly changed.

What should have been a Shura field of corpses and blood turned into a bustling construction site full of vigor.

The Centaurs weren’t idle either.

The golden light fell upon them, transforming into deep blue vests, and two huge saddlebags, colored like those of SF Express, appeared on their backs.

They pawed the ground restlessly, looking at the wounded and supplies scattered everywhere, Awakening a spirit of logistics that made them feel deeply uncomfortable if they weren’t delivering something.

One Centaur charged toward the position, and before the warriors could react, it snatched up a box of ammunition from the ground, a slip marked ’Urgent’ dangling from its mouth, and its four hooves blurred into afterimages. In the blink of an eye, it delivered the supplies to the logistics depot several kilometers away, then rushed back like a gust of wind, looking eagerly at the terrified mess hall sergeant, as if asking: ”Are there any more orders? Can I get a five-star rating?”

Even more outrageous was the Chimera.

This creature was originally a fierce character that spat fire and poison.

Now, it was fine.

On its three fierce heads hung work badges: [Stove No. 1], [Heater No. 2], and [High-Risk Operations Specialist].

It crouched beside a makeshift shelter of the 358th Regiment, its three heads carefully controlling the heat.

The middle head was aiming a blue, gentle flame at a large marching pot, helping the cooks boil porridge; the left head was next to several frozen wounded soldiers, exhaling hot air to keep the surrounding temperature constant at twenty-six degrees; the right head wasn’t idle either, busy drying damp firewood.

Huang Lei’s cigarette burned down to his fingers, yet he didn’t feel the pain.

He watched this absurd scene and felt his decades of military service had been in vain.

Were these still the man-eating mythical monsters?

These were simply labor models!

”Regi... Regimental Commander...” The First Battalion Commander swallowed, pointing at the Cyclops in front of them that was currently handing a brick to a soldier. ”Am I still dreaming? Did that thing just smile at me? It even pointed at my rifle. Is it asking me to light a cigarette for it?”

Huang Lei nodded numbly: ”Probably. Don’t shoot, that’s an ally... No, a friendly worker.”

...

In the livestream room.

The previously suffocating tension completely collapsed at this moment.

It was replaced by a screen full of question marks and bullet comments capable of crashing the server from laughter.

”??????”

”What the Hell is a special engineering unit! Isn’t this just a construction crew?”

”I’m dying of laughter! Look at that Cyclops, it’s actually holding a blueprint! Even though it’s holding it upside down, its serious expression is exactly like a client whose project hasn’t passed inspection yet!”

”I admit I was terrified earlier, but now I just want to ask, can the Centaurs deliver packages to the door? My apartment is on the sixth floor with no elevator.”

”To the person above, they are Divine Beasts! You want a Divine Beast to deliver spicy noodles for you?... But actually, maybe they can!”

”Is this the racial talent of the Dragon Summer people? No matter what kind of demons and monsters appear, as long as they can work, they are all productivity!”

”Where is the three-headed Hellhound? Oh, it’s sweeping for mines. Never mind, its nose is indeed very effective.”

...

Northern Europe, the Polar Night Ice Field.

Su Yun had skewed the scene over here, and the several ’Gods’ far away were also mentally collapsing.

Shiva, Gabriel, and Anubis, who were watching this scene through the Heavenly Eye technique, had expressions on their faces more unpleasant than if they had swallowed flies.

Especially Gabriel.

The Great Archangel from Eden’s feather pen snapped in his hand with a ”pa” sound, forcibly broken by him. Pure white feathers flew everywhere, landing on his face twisted by rage.

”He is humiliating us...” Gabriel’s voice trembled with extreme anger. ”He is humiliating the entire mythological system!”

”Killing them is one thing, but turning them into... construction workers? Into delivery personnel?”

Gabriel pointed at the Cyclops in the screen, which was currently bending over to tamp the road surface, shaking with anger. ”These are the descendants of the Titans! Noble beings flowing with the Bloodline of Uranus! And the Easterners actually put a red hat on it and made it move bricks?!”

For a God, death is not terrifying.

What is terrifying is demotion.

This act of dragging lofty mythological beings into the mud, making them toil for the trivial matters of Mortals’ lives, was simply rubbing a God’s dignity on the ground, and then spitting on it.

Shiva’s half-open third eye suddenly cracked open a sliver.

An aura of destruction instantly caused a corner of the surrounding iceberg to collapse.

”This is more vicious than death.”

Shiva’s voice was no longer as placid as before; it now carried deep apprehension. ”This Easterner, he is deconstructing our divinity.”

”He is telling everyone that Gods are not terrifying; Gods are just useful tools.”

”Once this thought spreads, once humanity no longer reveres the unknown, no longer fears the Gods, our Foundation of faith will be completely severed.”

Imagine, if people in the future see a Divine Beast, their first reaction isn’t ’I must kneel and worship,’ but ’Can this thing be used for grinding grain?’ How can a God remain a God then?

The scales in Anubis’s hand, symbolizing the authority of Death, were also shaking slightly at this moment.

He looked at the three-headed Hellhound in the picture, which was helping the soldiers sniff out unexploded landmines, a small red flower labeled [Mine-Sweeping Hero] pinned to its dog head. A strange chill suddenly rose in his heart.

”We must stop him,” Anubis said in a low voice. ”This ’secularizing’ poison is more dangerous than his Dongfeng missiles. He is turning mythology into fairy tales, into jokes.”

Odin, who had lost an arm, was currently huddled in a corner.

Watching the scene on the screen, he blinked his single eye and suddenly felt a bit fortunate that he had run fast enough.

If he had stayed put and failed to escape, given the Easterner’s tendencies, wouldn’t he, the Father of the Gods, be assigned to guard the gate at a senior activity center? Or perhaps be turned into a talking crow in a zoo for people to gawk at?

The thought of that scene made Odin shiver, and he even felt that his empty left sleeve didn’t hurt as much.

”What are you planning to do?” Odin asked in a muffled voice. ”Go fight him now? Don’t forget, he hasn’t even fully grasped the two Godheads he holds yet.”

Shiva was silent for a moment, then slowly closed his third eye.

”War in the material world is meaningless now.”

”He can reshape the rules in reality, so we will go to a place he cannot reach.”

Shiva turned around, and a magnificent yet bizarre phantom projection of a divine hall faintly appeared in the Void behind him.

”Project the ’Pantheon’ now.”

”Since he wants to engage in infrastructure and turn the human world into a factory, we will drag the battlefield into the Spirit Realm, into dreams, into the depths of every Mortal’s consciousness.”

”I will let him know that some things cannot be built with bricks and cement.”