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

120: Chapter 120: Rebooting the Global Rescue and Order Reconstruction PlanAt this moment, as the gods engaged in secret, unknown schemes...

In the capital, the Supreme Command Hall.

The world map on the large screen had previously been densely covered with red alert points. Each red dot represented a source of invasion by out-of-control mythological creatures. Behind every red dot was a burning city or a wailing settlement.

But now, the map was visibly returning to normal at a rapid pace.

”Report! The gargoyle horde entrenched in Sector 3 of the European continent has vanished.”

”Message from the South American war zone! The feathered serpent divine servants assaulting the São Paulo defense line have suddenly ceased their attacks. They have flown back into the clouds over the Andes Mountains.”

”Same in North Africa! All the death scorpions have burrowed deep into the sand, their vital signs faint. They have entered a dormant state!”

The hall buzzed with noise. The previously tense atmosphere had turned somewhat eerie.

This didn’t look like a rout.

A rout is a chaotic, headlong flight. But these monsters retreated with unsettling order. One second they were trying to devour you alive, the next they simply turned and left, not even bothering to drag their fallen comrades’ bodies away.

Qin Shuangyue stood before the large screen, her brow furrowed. She turned to look at the young man in the central seat.

”Comrade Su Yun, this isn’t right,” she said, pointing at the large swathes of red zones disappearing on the screen. ”Those Western mythological creatures have nothing in their minds but killing and mating. Chaos is their nature. Unless...”

”Unless a higher will has given them an absolute command.”

Su Yun leaned back in his chair, idly playing with two newly Sealed stone boxes. The boxes’ surfaces were smooth and warm to the touch, containing what were once the divine cores of God Kings, now lying quiet within.

Su Yun’s tone was calm. ”When you get hit hard enough, you naturally pull back. Even though Odin escaped, he knows perfectly well that if he lets these servants keep wandering around outside, sooner or later, our Divine Beast Infrastructure Brigade will capture them and put them to work repairing the Earth. Rather than become free labor, it’s better to hide.”

At this, Su Yun smiled. ”But this actually saves us trouble. Since they’ve vacated their territories, wouldn’t it be impolite of us not to occupy them?”

Sitting beside him, Long Yi jolted upon hearing this. He understood Su Yun’s meaning.

Two God Kings were dead, one crippled. The greatest threat had been cleared by the east wind missiles, and the remaining small fry had all retreated into their shells.

If not now, when else would be the time to push?

Riding the momentum of having slain gods, the previously delayed plan to reclaim Blue Star could be restarted!

”On my command!” Long Yi suddenly stood up, his voice booming. ”Restart the ’Global Rescue and Order Restoration Plan’!”

”Notify all major war zones: no longer limit yourselves to local defense. All units with long-range deployment capability, set out immediately!”

”Tell the survivors in the ruins—whether they used to believe in God or Allah, from today on, Dragon Summer will hold up this sky!”

...

This day was destined to be recorded in Blue Star’s history.

If the previous nuclear detonation was a show of deterrence, then the scenes that followed were a true conquest.

Conquest relies not on guns and cannons, but on order.

European Continent, Paris Ruins.

This was once the City of Romance, now only broken walls and rats remained. The sky was leaden grey, the occasional streak of lightning merely a meteorological phenomenon.

Pierre hid deep in a subway station, clutching half a moldy piece of bread tightly in his hand. This was his ration for three days.

As a once-devout Catholic, he had prayed every day when the Cataclysm began. He prayed to the Virgin Mary, to the Archangels. In the end, he witnessed the angelic legions descend from the sky, turning half the city into ruins on a whim, just for amusement.

His faith crumbled in that moment.

Now, Pierre only believed in the bread in his hand and the pistol in his coat.

*Rumble...*

The ground suddenly began to tremble. It was the low, powerful sound of treads crushing rubble.

Pierre trembled all over in fear. Again? Was it those centaurs?

He cautiously peeked out, looking through a ventilation shaft.

He looked out and froze completely.

At the end of the street, a column of Steel Torrent in camouflage colors was slowly advancing. Tanks, armored vehicles, and heavy trucks he had only seen in movies.

A bright red flag flew atop every vehicle. In the grey, dismal ruins, that splash of red appeared especially glaring, searing.

”Is that... the Eastern army?” Pierre rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He had heard broadcasts from the East long ago. Some said it was Hell, because people there dared to kill gods; others said it was Heaven, because only there did electricity and hot meals exist.

The convoy stopped in a square.

No slaughter. No looting.

Soldiers in dark green uniforms jumped out of the vehicles, efficiently setting up cooking pots and pulling out power cables. Within ten minutes, the long-lost aroma of food drifted on the wind into the subway station.

”Attention, people inside!”

A loudspeaker began broadcasting, first in Chinese, then in somewhat stiff but clear French: ”We are the Dragon Summer Rescue Team. This area is now under our control. Surrender your weapons, undergo quarantine, and each person can receive a bowl of hot porridge and two sausages.”

”Repeat: We do not believe in gods. We only believe in survival earned through labor. If you want to live, come out and line up!”

Hot porridge.

Sausages.

These two words hammered into Pierre’s heart, shattering his last vestiges of pride and fear. To Hell with the gods, to Hell with faith.

Whoever could give him food to eat was his god!

Pierre threw away his pistol, stumbled out of the subway entrance, knelt beneath the red flag, and wept uncontrollably.

This scene played out in every corner of the world.

From the frigid Siberian plains to the sweltering African rainforests, to the scarred continent of the Americas.

Those once-arrogant Westerners, those survivors who considered themselves the center of civilization, all made the same choice now. They frantically tore down the crosses and idols once enshrined in their homes. Even in the most broken Chinese, they wrote the characters for ”Dragon Summer” on their doors.

Because they knew, in this world now, only these two words could ward off evil. Only these two words meant you would live to see the next morning.

...

Capital Command Hall.

Although Su Yun remained seated, the notification messages on his System panel were scrolling at an unprecedented speed, almost too fast for the naked eye to follow.

[Detected European survivor group consciousness submission, establishing civilization identity...]

[Talent ’Territory is Domain’The judgment is effective.! Your mana poolIncrease the upper limit15%!]

[Detected South American region integrated into Dragon Summer order System, gaining ’Power Of Will’ from the masses...]

[Your professional skill ’Totem Summoning’ gains area-of-effect enhancement!]

Su Yun clearly felt his body transforming into a massive black hole, drawing in a continuous stream of energy from all directions.

This wasn’t just Power Of Will; it was a kind of momentum.

The so-called ’trend of the times’ was precisely this.

His spellcasting range, previously limited to half of Blue Star, once again broke geographical constraints with this wave of global flag-planting, expanding to cover almost the entire planet.

Wherever the red flag was planted, that was his home ground.

Su Yun slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He even felt he could hear, from tens of thousands of miles away, the satisfied sighs of survivors drinking their first mouthful of hot porridge.

A sudden realization dawned upon him.

Was this the true meaning of ’Zhen Guo’?

The true meaning of ’Zhen Guo’ was to expand the concept of ’country’ to encompass the entire world. When the whole world recognized your order, you were the king of this world.