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

In this industrial permafrost, the smell of sulfur in the air is pungent.

The sound of tens of thousands of launch well covers opening simultaneously by hydraulic pressure is very low, exceeding the frequency that the human ear can detect. It directly becomes a kind of resonance in the chest cavity, making people's heads buzz.

Odin's deep blue robes were tattered and torn, the pieces of cloth fluttering wildly in the heat. The two ravens on his shoulders had long since tucked their heads under their wings, trembling with fear.

The majesty of the God-King and the glory of Norse mythology are nothing before ten thousand truths poised to be unleashed.

This is no longer just a threat of death.

This is a complete and utter crushing defeat. They're playing with magic, manipulating the elements; the other side is playing with quantities, violently dismantling atomic nuclei. There's simply no way to win.

The expressions on the three people's faces kept changing.

"etc!"

Odin suddenly made a move.

He did not retrieve the Eternal Spear that had been knocked away, nor did he attempt to rebuild the fragile spatial barrier.

The one-eyed father of the gods did something that stunned Zeus and Ra, who were still coughing up blood.

He bent his knees and knelt down.

It is a standard one-knee kneel.

"Your Majesty the Eastern Sovereign."

Odin's voice, amplified by divine power, echoed within the barrier, loud and sincere: "I think there might be some misunderstanding between us."

Zeus, still clutching half a bolt of lightning, nearly popped his eyes out when he heard this: "Odin?! What are you doing! You're just a lowly mortal!"

"Shut up, you fool." Odin turned his head and hissed, the cold glint in his single eye silencing Zeus's remaining words.

Then, Odin looked back at the young figure in the sky, his posture even lower: "Continuing this war will not benefit anyone. Your energy reserves should be running low, right? Maintaining a barrier of this scale and manufacturing weapons of this caliber would be unsustainable even for a god-king."

Odin was a wise man.

Or rather, he is the most cunning and calculating one in the mythology circle.

He knew very well that if he couldn't win, he would negotiate. Even if it was a feigned surrender, as long as he could buy time, find a weakness in the barrier, or wait for support from other pantheons, there was still hope for him.

"We concede." Odin raised his head, his wrinkled old face showing helplessness. "As a gesture of goodwill, Olympus can cede half of its divine realm to Longxia. Those believers and resources are all yours. The Norse pantheon is willing to offer a main branch of the World Tree, a treasure capable of restoring life."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "In this apocalyptic era, having more friends is always better than having more mortal enemies, isn't it? As long as you put away these iron towers, we will immediately withdraw from Dragonxia and swear an oath never to do it again."

I must say, this old man is very good at talking.

It was well-reasoned and supported by evidence, with ample benefits offered, and even thoughtful consideration was given to Su Yun's energy consumption.

If the protagonist were different, or if the savior were overly compassionate, they might actually hesitate at this point. After all, killing a god is just for the sheer pleasure of it, while the benefits a living god can provide are indeed enormous.

Unfortunately, he encountered Su Yun.

Su Yun sat in a chair in the command hall, looking at the God King kneeling on one knee on the screen. His face was expressionless, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"Energy depleted?"

Su Yun tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, not answering through the microphone, but muttering to himself, "If they knew I'm currently using the entire Longxia power grid for electricity, backed by the National Energy Administration, and even powered by the millennia-old national destiny of this land... wouldn't that old man be furious?"

What kind of individual heroism?

This is the Western system.

In Longxia, war is never a one-man show. Su Yun represents not just himself, but every kilowatt-hour of electricity flowing through this land, every burning coal molecule, and every operating hydroelectric power station.

耗？

With billions of people on our planet, how could we possibly outlast three of you?

"As for the negotiations..." Su Yun's eyes gradually turned cold.

In the alternate dimension, Su Yun's projection said indifferently:

"Odin, you've got one thing wrong."

"This is not a stalemate, it's a one-sided massacre."

Odin's fake smile froze.

"And another thing," Su Yun's voice continued, "killing you all means taking your corpses, your divine essence, and your divine artifacts. Since I can take them all, why should I share the spoils with you?"

"not to mention……"

"We have a rule here."

"We are only responsible for sending off invaders, not for negotiating."

"Truth does not support rejection."

Snapped.

The button is pressed.

Without the slightest hesitation, and before Odin could even recover his astonished expression, ten thousand launch towers simultaneously unleashed flames.

"boom--!!!"

What came was no longer the sound of gunfire, but a tearing sound.

Ten thousand white launch towers simultaneously spewed flames as missiles roared into the sky.

The flames converged, instantly evaporating all the moisture within the barrier. The intense heat distorted the air beyond recognition, blurring even the figures of the three god-kings.

Those gods seemed so insignificant at that moment.

"run!!"

Odin could no longer keep up the act.

The sincerity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a hideous expression, completely devoid of the demeanor of the Father of Gods.

He never actually expected Su Yun to agree.

That rambling I just did was purely to buy time.

Just as the missile took off, Odin suddenly pulled a leg bone covered with strange runes from his robes—a forbidden object he had obtained with his own flesh and blood when he was hanging upside down on the World Tree.

"The Forbidden Art of Norse Magic: Ragnarok's Compensation!"

Odin roared, and the bone fragment in his hand shattered into powder in an instant.

A chilling and eerie energy suddenly erupted, completely different from divine power.

Zeus, who hadn't reacted yet, finally came to his senses. He saw missiles raining down on the area, and his hair stood on end in terror. Instinctively, he concentrated all his divine power in his legs, preparing to flee.

"Odin! Split up and run!" Zeus shouted.

As long as they are spread out, it is impossible for all 10,000 missiles to hit, and there will always be a chance to survive.

"Run? You dare to try?"

Odin's cold voice suddenly appeared behind Zeus.

Zeus was taken aback.

Before he could even turn around, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

puff!

It was Gungnir, the eternal spear that always struck. Odin had already grasped it in his hand, his target not the missiles flying from the sky, but a precise thrust into Zeus's lower back!

That shot was too brutal.

It pierced straight through Zeus's divine body, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Uh... ah?!"

Zeus looked down at the spearhead protruding from his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

He had considered being killed by ordinary people, and he had considered dying from exhaustion, but he never dreamed that the most devastating blow to him would come from his ally.

"Odin!! You... despicable one-eyed dragon!!" Zeus roared, blood mixed with lightning gushing from his mouth.