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127: Chapter 127: Start the Mission?The Real World.

Jingcheng, Supreme Command Hall.

From the moment Su Yun closed his eyes to when he suddenly opened them again,

in the perception of Qin Shuangyue and Long Yi, only the blink of an eye had passed.

The second before, Su Yun was still asking, ”What’s going on?”

The next second, Su Yun’s body staggered slightly, his originally rosy complexion instantly turned deathly pale, and a trace of scarlet blood seeped from his nostrils.

That was a sign of severe Mental Energy overdraft.

Manually creating ten suns in the mental world and performing precise gravitational calculations—even with the support of Dragon Summer’s national fortune—the load on his human body was too immense. His brain felt as if it had been seared by a red-hot iron.

”Comrade Su Yun!”

Long Yi was greatly alarmed and immediately tried to step forward to support him.

”Elder Long, I’m fine.”

Su Yun raised his hand to stop him.

He took a deep breath, pulled out a tissue to casually wipe his nose, and then tossed an object onto the table.

The object rolled a few times and stopped in front of Long Yi.

It was a gray crystal.

It looked very ordinary, like a common stone found anywhere by the roadside.

But the moment Long Yi’s gaze fell upon it, this seasoned commander, who had witnessed countless major events, felt a chill penetrate to the bone marrow. It was as if, in that instant, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the end of all things.

”This is...” Long Yi’s voice trembled slightly.

Su Yun slumped into the chair, unscrewed his thermos, took a sip of goji berry water to moisten his throat, which was nearly smoking, and then spoke slowly and deliberately, as if discussing a trivial matter.

”I went over there for a meeting just now and casually killed a dog.”

”This is the dog’s gallstone.”

A dog’s gallstone?

Long Yi’s mouth twitched. Could a gallstone from your dog emit such a rule-level death fluctuation?

Before Long Yi could react,

In the center of the hall, the massive screen monitoring global disasters suddenly erupted with a series of sharp alarms.

But this alarm was not the red indicating danger.

It was green.

A pleasing green indicating that the threat had been eliminated.

”Report!!”

The communications officer’s voice was distorted, laced with a shock and ecstasy as if seeing a ghost, ”Urgent dispatch from the Egyptian War Zone! Just now! The colossal hundred-meter-tall statue of Anubis in downtown Cairo... collapsed!”

”Without any warning! It just disintegrated, turning into a pile of sand devoid of any divinity!”

”And! The legions of the undead that were entrenched along the Nile River, originally impervious to blades and bullets, suddenly lost control collectively, devouring each other, and were completely wiped out in less than three minutes!”

The hall fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the screen, then at Su Yun, who was sitting in the chair sipping water while blowing on it.

Immediately after, another communications officer jumped up.

”Report from the Eastern Japanese War Zone! A Divine Power fluctuation erupted from the direction of Mount Fuji! The phantom of the blood-red sun that had been shrouding Kyoto suddenly had a corner missing! It looked like... like someone had forcefully broken off a piece!”

”Those Onmyoji priests who fanatically believed in Amaterasu Omikami are now all spitting blood and unconscious, having lost all their Divine Power!”

At this moment.

Even the slowest person realized it.

Something monumental had happened in the instant Su Yun disappeared.

And this monumental event was not only not a bad thing, but a tremendously good thing!

”The statue collapsed, the faith severed...” Qin Shuangyue looked at Su Yun, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, ”Comrade Su Yun, could it be... you have slain a god again?”

Su Yun put down his thermos, looked at the Death God’s godhead on the table, and then touched the warm, incomplete Sun authority fragment in his pocket.

”It’s not really god-slaying.”

Su Yun’s tone was flat, ”I just gave them a lecture on basic physics. It’s a pity that some gods couldn’t withstand the test of truth.”

At this time.

The image on the large screen switched to the European front line.

The scene showed an encampment that had just been taken over by the Dragon Summer army.

Minutes ago, there was a group of fanatics clad in black robes, holding totems of the Death God’s scythe, frantically shouting ’Death God lives forever,’ attempting to stop the Dragon Summer armored vehicles with suicide attacks.

But now.

These fanatics were kneeling on the ground, looking at the totems shattering on their own, watching the suddenly collapsed statues, each weeping as if their parents had died.

Their god was gone.

The god who promised them eternal life in their dreams and bestowed power upon them had completely severed contact in that very instant.

The feeling was akin to having a full cell signal, only to have the carrier forcibly cancel your account.

Despair.

Pure, unadulterated despair.

And amidst this despair, a Dragon Summer heavy truck flying the red flag slowly drove past.

The large loudspeaker on the truck was broadcasting a simple, blunt announcement, lacking any sacredness but full of earthly flavor:

”Line up for porridge! We don’t feed idlers! If you want to believe, believe in this!”

To the sound of the broadcast, one of the most fanatical Death God believers slowly stood up, trembling.

He looked at the unresponsive totem in his hand, then looked at the steaming white porridge in the distance, suddenly yanked off the black amulet around his neck, threw it fiercely onto the ground, and then rushed toward the porridge distribution truck like a madman.

Faith?

The God was smashed to pieces, what the hell is there left to believe in!

Only that bowl of hot porridge was real!

Watching the scene on the screen, Su Yun’s lips curved slightly.

Although this operation was not entirely successful, allowing God to escape, it had once again severed the tentacles that the gods extended into reality.

And it wasn’t just that.

Most importantly, the System prompts flashing on his retina:

[Detected that the Host successfully killed the Mythological Main God ”Anubis,” plundering the complete Godhead (Death God).]

[Detected that the Host injured the Mythological Main God ”Amaterasu,” plundering the incomplete Authority Fragment (Sun).]

[Currently held Main God-level Godheads/Authorities: thunder godhead (Zeus), Death God Godhead (Anubis), Sun Fragment (God Ra).]

[Advancement conditions being evaluated...]

[Condition 1: Possess Main God Godheads/Authorities from three different Pantheons (Achieved).]

[Condition 2: Completely shatter the absolute ruling power of the old mythological System in reality, obtaining fragments of the old gods’ Pantheon (Achieved).]

[System Prompt: The advancement mission for the class ”Mythological Shaman” has been activated!]

[Advancement Mission: New God Era]

[Description: Since the old gods have been pulled down from their altars, someone must occupy the vacant position. As the Guardian of Dragon Summer, you cannot live by merely snatching things from others. You need to establish an order belonging to the East.]

[Mission Objective: In the real material world, using the nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers of Dragon Summer territory as the foundation, and the Power Of Will of the 1.4 billion living beings as the kindling, select famous mountains and great rivers to construct a physical entity belonging exclusively to the Eastern Human Dao—the Pantheon.]

[Shall we begin the mission?]