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

Within this "inherent industrial barrier" forcibly defined by Su Yun, the sky is no longer the mythical azure, but is shrouded in thick, lead-gray industrial exhaust fumes.

This is not smog; it is the breath of industrial civilization.

On the ground, the roaring torrent of steel that had just been raging had slowed its pace slightly. The gun barrels of tens of thousands of Type 99A main battle tanks were glowing red, like runners who had just finished a marathon, panting heavily and emitting wisps of smoke.

In the center of the scorched earth, plowed countless times by artillery fire, three orbs of light stood back to back, looking particularly disheveled.

"Still exploding? Are these ants' metal lumps endless?"

Zeus was now completely devoid of the majesty of the king of the gods. The thunder scepter he held, a symbol of authority, was now being wielded like a fire poker. With each swing, a dense electromagnetic shield was erected in front of him, deflecting or prematurely detonating incoming depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles.

But he was very irritable.

I'm extremely irritable.

Although after the initial panic, they gradually adapted to the rhythm of the artillery fire.

But those mortal weapons couldn't harm his divine core. Instead, it felt like tens of thousands of flies were buzzing around him, occasionally biting him. This mental torment drove him crazy more than the physical pain.

"Shut up, you brute."

Odin's voice was much calmer, but his single eye revealed a deep weariness.

This Norse godfather was now acting as the strategist. He wasn't using his Gungnir spear for offense, but rather to continuously inscribe ancient runes in the void.

Blue-glowing runes created a strange, folded space around the three of them.

A large number of missiles and artillery shells would inexplicably slide to the side or collide with each other the moment they came into contact with this area.

"Their attack frequency is decreasing," Odin calmly analyzed, his dark blue cloak covered in black dust. "The materialization of this scale consumes an astronomical amount of energy from the caster. That mortal won't last long."

"That would be best!"

The one standing to the side, La Shen, had the most volatile temper.

The solar disk above his head emitted suffocatingly high temperatures, forming a golden corona around him. Any shells that came within a hundred meters of him were instantly vaporized into molten iron by the terrifying heat before they even had a chance to explode.

He was the backbone of the defense, and also the one who suffered the most damage.

"Once this tortoise shell shatters, I will extract the soul of that Easterner and burn it in the furnace of the Sun Boat for ten thousand years!" Ra uttered a hoarse curse.

This is the foundation of a top-tier god-king.

Even when pulled into an unfamiliar territory, even when suppressed by the rules, when the three main gods of the pantheon lowered their stance and began to cooperate, they still displayed a defensive power that left people in despair.

Odin was responsible for deflecting the ballistics, Ra for high-temperature vaporization, and Zeus for close-range interception.

This triad of defenses managed to create an "absolutely safe zone" amidst the torrential downpour of steel.

……

The capital city, the command center.

Long Yi stared at the "light sphere" on the big screen, which he couldn't break through, his arms crossed and his face solemn.

"Has the data come out yet?" he asked.

The operator next to him was typing furiously on the keyboard, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Report! After ten minutes of saturation bombardment, the target's energy response has decreased by 12%! But... at this rate, it will take at least 72 hours of continuous bombardment to deplete their divine power!"

72 hours.

In the past, this would have been just three days. But now, anything can happen every second.

"Gua sha..."

This thought crossed everyone's mind.

This is the difference in social standing.

While the Type 99A tank and J-20 fighter jet have a numerical advantage, in terms of quality, they still fall under the category of conventional physical attacks.

Facing a god-king's already standardized divine body is like trying to pierce a tortoise shell with a toothpick. It might make the opponent feel uncomfortable, but it's not quite enough to kill them.

"Little Su, how about I go up and try again?"

Beside him, Old Wang, who had already broken free of the possession and was now sitting weakly in a wheelchair, spoke up. Although his face was pale, the murderous intent in his eyes had not yet completely dissipated.

"No need."

Su Yun remained noncommittal regarding the claim that the steel torrent was like scraping the skin.

He knew better than anyone what the effects of this skill were.

"In this era, if you find that firepower can't solve the problem, there's usually only one reason."

Su Yun raised his head, looked at everyone in the command hall, and his smile was somewhat sinister.

"That means the caliber isn't big enough, and the yield isn't sufficient."

He placed his hand on the red-glowing control panel.

The tanks and planes before were just appetizers, stepping stones used to test the God King's defensive limits.

Since conventional industrial products can't break through, let's use some "national-level" truths.

"System, switch weapon sequence."

"Initiate the 'Truth' Project."

[Instructions received.]

[Restrictions on 'conventional armaments' are being lifted...]

[Accessing the highest privileges...]

[Detected 'Dongfeng' concept... In judgment... 'Truth lies only within range' intervenes.]

Weapon sequence has been reset.

……

An alternate dimension, above steel and frozen soil.

The once bustling battlefield suddenly fell silent.

This silence came extremely abruptly.

Like a duck being choked, the roar of tanks across the mountains and fields came to an abrupt halt, and the fighter jets in the sky stopped diving and began to circle at high altitude.

Even the flames that were still burning seemed to be suppressed by some more terrifying aura.

"What happened?"

Zeus, who was frantically unleashing his divine power, paused for a moment, his lightning bolts nearly losing their rhythm. "Out of ammunition? I knew mortals couldn't hold out!"

Just as a look of joy was about to appear on his face, he noticed that Odin's expression had turned extremely ugly.

That kind of ugliness is like a mouse suddenly being targeted by an eagle.

"wrong……"

Odin's single eye darted wildly, fixed on the distant frozen ground. "Silence. Something's wrong... This feeling is more dangerous than the tens of thousands of chariots we just saw!"

As the god of wisdom, he has the keenest sense of danger.

Although the artillery fire was intense, it was "inanimate objects".

And now, beneath this desolate land, something seems to be awakening. It is some kind of colossal beast with a destructive will, slowly opening its eyes.

"Click click click—"

A sickening metallic scraping sound came from deep underground.

The sound was deep and heavy, with a cold, industrial quality.

The three great god-kings subconsciously looked up.

On the horizon directly in front of them, the once smooth black permafrost suddenly cracked open.

It wasn't an irregular collapse, but rather a neat and uniform one, like an explosion-proof gate cut open by precision instruments.

"puff--"

A huge plume of white steam, mixed with the smell of hydraulic oil, gushed out from underground.

Then, the enormous object slowly rose, propelled by hydraulic rods.

This is not a war machine at all.

This is a... tower.

A pure white, seamless cylinder, more than ten stories high, radiating a cold metallic luster.