The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

The three god-kings in the sky suddenly froze.

Because they realized it was getting dark.

The sky, which had been cloudless under the intense heat of the heavens, suddenly turned a leaden gray. It was the exhaust fumes from heavy industry, the smoke spewed from countless towering chimneys.

The surrounding scenery has changed.

The snow on Kunlun Mountain is gone, and the skyscrapers of Beijing are nowhere to be seen.

Instead, there is an endless expanse of black permafrost.

The fresh, clean air disappeared, replaced by the pungent smell of engine oil, rust, and strong gunpowder.

"Where am I?!"

For the first time, panic flashed in Odin's single eye. He discovered that the spatial laws he was so proud of had failed here. There were no directions, only cold, steel defenses.

"An illusion?" Zeus gripped a bolt of lightning, attempting to blast open the gloomy sky. "Break!"

Thunder exploded.

But this time, there was no response. The lightning, powerful enough to split mountains, struck the distant black frozen earth like a pebble thrown into a swamp, without making a ripple.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble.

The vibration was very rhythmic, like countless giant hearts beating at the same time.

"Rumble... Rumble..."

A black line appeared on the horizon.

La Shen squinted his eagle eyes, trying to make out what it was.

The next second, He saw a scene that He could never forget, even after His divinity was shattered.

That's an iron box.

A metal box that can run and has tubes attached.

Not one, not a hundred.

It stretched across the mountains and plains, an overwhelming expanse. A black tide of steel surged from the horizon, its tracks grinding against the frozen earth with a piercing sound.

It is the Type 99A main battle tank that Longxia is very proud of!

Moreover, in this realm, they are no longer ordinary physical creations. Empowered by Su Yun's concept of "Infinite Military System," they are an endless array of steel creations!

"What...what is this?!"

Odin looked down at the dense torrent of steel below, his expression grave.

There were no magical fluctuations, no divine radiance.

There is only absolute order and absolute violence.

"Whatever it is! I am a god! How can mere iron harm me?!" Zeus roared, launching the first attack to mask his inner unease.

A thick chain of lightning descended from the sky, striking precisely a tank that was charging at the front.

"boom!"

The tank exploded instantly, turning into burning scrap metal.

Zeus laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! What a pathetic charade..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Because behind the wreckage of that exploded tank, two brand-new tanks ran over the bodies of their comrades without even slowing down, continuing their charge.

And they opened fire.

No chanting or hand seals are needed.

Tens of thousands of dark cannon barrels rose simultaneously, locking onto three points of light in the air.

"preparation--"

Su Yun sat in the command hall and said softly.

"put!"

"boom!!!"

In that instant, the whole world fell silent.

Tens of thousands of 125mm smoothbore cannons roared simultaneously. It was as if the earth had suddenly been showered with a reverse-flowing rain of iron.

There are no fancy techniques involved; it's just a large, filling meal.

"not good!"

Odin's expression changed drastically, and he wildly swung Gungnir in his hand, weaving an impenetrable barrier of divine power.

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

The sounds of intense impacts formed a continuous line.

Each cannonball that struck the divine barrier only created a tiny ripple. To the God-King, this level of attack power was indeed insignificant.

But the problem is... these shells just won't stop!

Just after a salvo, before Odin could even catch his breath, the sound of the automatic loader was already echoing through the steel torrent below.

Two seconds.

Just two seconds later, the second salvo arrived.

"This is also a weapon of mortals?!" Zeus was sent flying through the air by the attacks. Just as he was about to gather lightning to retaliate, hundreds of cannonballs would swarm his face. Although they didn't cause any serious damage, the feeling of being harassed by countless attacks made him extremely irritated.

What's even more terrifying is that in Su Yun's field, there's a concept—the industrial assembly line.

Ra decided to no longer tolerate it. He manipulated the solar ship to bring down temperatures of thousands of degrees, directly melting the tank formation within a range of several kilometers below into molten iron.

"Let me see how much iron you have to burn!" Ra roared.

However, what happened the next second stunned Him.

Before the molten iron cooled, fully automated arsenals, embodying the brutal aesthetics of the Soviet Union, rose from the ground. Huge robotic arms whirred at breakneck speed, conveyor belts moving so fast they were barely visible.

Stamping, welding, and assembly.

Three seconds.

A brand-new tank, still smelling of fresh paint, rolled off the production line, its tracks crushing the still-wet molten iron, its cannon pointing skyward once more.

"You are gods, each one is strong and precious, and the loss of one of you is a loss."

Su Yun's voice echoed within the area, cold like a factory announcement.

"But we are different."

"Here, we call this an industrially manufactured product."

"As long as the production line is still running, and as long as I have electricity, I can make as many of these things as I need!"

"Keep bombing! Blow their turtle shells to smithereens!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

This is not a battle. This is a war of attrition. It is using cheap steel and gunpowder to exchange for the noble, irreplaceable divine power of the gods.

Odin felt his divine power rapidly draining away. Every parry, every second spent maintaining the barrier, was consuming the reserves he had accumulated over hundreds of years. And what about his opponent? The frequency of their attacks hadn't decreased; in fact, it was increasing.

"This can't go on! We must destroy that commander!"

Although Odin was disheveled, his mind remained clear. His single eye was fixed on the edge of the battlefield, pinpointing Su Yun's location in the real world.

"Zeus! Ra! Forget about this junk! Charge out together! Kill that dragon-man!"

"good!"

The three great god-kings were ruthless characters; they knew that if the matter dragged on any longer, they would be worn down to death.

They withstood the relentless bombardment, forcibly concentrating their divine power. Golden light transformed into a sharp blade, attempting to tear through the thick industrial smog and aim for Su Yun's head.

"Trying to run away?"

Su Yun looked at the three high-energy reaction points moving at high speed on the screen and smiled.

He reached out and snapped his fingers—air superiority.

"Having had enough fun on Earth, it's time to show our guests how we treat our guests in the heavens."

"Buzz—Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp whistling sound cut through the air, drowning out the sounds of artillery fire on the ground.

Odin had only charged halfway when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up and froze on the spot.

That's not a bird overhead.

Instead, it was a gray steel raptor.

It's an entire formation of J-20 Mighty Dragon fighter jets, but with Su Yun's conceptual support, their potential is limitless.

Unlike flies that fly haphazardly, they maintain an absolutely precise formation. Under the wings of each fighter jet, countless missiles are mounted.

"Target locked."

"emission."

Puff puff puff!

Missiles streaked across the sky, trailing long plumes of flame, rained down on the three gods.

If ground artillery fire is a blanket attack, then aerial missile barrages are precise surgical cuts.

Moreover, these missiles are not filled with ordinary explosives.

With the support of Su Yun's skill [Sovereign Totem - Passing on the Torch], Long Xia had already improved the missile.

One scientist had a sudden inspiration and incorporated a bit of the concept of the "Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation" into the warhead.

And this leads to—

"Boom!"

A missile exploded beside Zeus.

There were no flames, only a sharp sword aura that erupted instantly.

"ah!!!"

Zeus let out a scream as a chunk of flesh was sliced ​​off his thigh, exposing the bone.

"What the hell is this?! This isn't technology! This is cheating!" Zeus cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

Whose missile explodes with sword energy?!

But it's not over yet.

Odin discovered that these fighter jets, like tanks on the ground, would immediately produce two more from the clouds for every one shot down. Moreover, their tactical coordination was perfect, with some responsible for feints, some for blocking movement, and some for surprise attacks.

The three great god-kings were completely trapped.

There was no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to hell.