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

The Arctic region of Northern Europe, under the polar night.

The cold wind here is even more biting than in Kunlun, like invisible ice blades scraping white streaks across the black frozen ground.

"Thump."

A charred object fell from the sky, crashed heavily onto the ice, and slid for hundreds of meters before coming to a stop.

Odin.

At this moment, where was there even a trace of the majesty of the Father of Gods?

He could not even maintain his human form, sometimes turning into a giant, bald, one-eyed raven, and sometimes into an old man covered in burns. The Gungnir spear, a symbol of authority, was also broken in two, standing alone in the snowdrift beside him.

"Cough cough... Damn it... Damn the Dragon Xia people..."

Odin lay on the ground, gulping down the ice and snow, trying to use the cold to suppress the still rampant, destructive radiation poison within his body.

His left arm was severed at the root, the price he paid for forcibly tearing through space. Even more fatal was his divine core, which was covered with dense cracks, like a piece of glass about to shatter.

"It's alright... as long as we're alive, as long as we return to the roots of the World Tree..."

Odin struggled to his feet, a venomous glint in his single eye. "Once I recover, I will contact all the pantheons... This kind of industrial weapon must have its limitations. As long as we find its weakness..."

"You may not have that chance, Odin."

A calm, monotonous voice suddenly broke the silence amidst the wind and snow.

Odin froze, then abruptly looked up.

The wind stopped.

The howling blizzard seemed to be paused, hovering in mid-air. In this eerie stillness, three figures slowly emerged from the void, forming a triangular shape to surround Odin.

On the left is a man clad in a white robe. Although the twelve wings of light on his back are concealed, they still exude a breathtaking sense of holiness. In his hand is a quill pen that seems to be recording something.

The Garden of Eden, Archangel Gabriel.

On the right is a man with a wolf's head and a human body, holding scales and a scepter, his body wrapped in bandages that exude an aura of death; he is a funeral procession from the banks of the Nile.

Anubis, the god of the underworld.

Standing in the very center was a man with blue skin, a venomous snake coiled around his neck, and a third eye on his forehead. He held nothing in his hands and stood barefoot on the ice, yet the surrounding space seemed to show signs of collapse.

In Hindu mythology, Shiva is the god of destruction.

"You..." Odin's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to grip the broken spear tightly. "What do you want? To take advantage of my misfortune? Don't forget, if one of us is gone, the other will be too! If that Easterner can kill me, he can kill you!"

"Let me correct that."

Gabriel said, "He killed Zeus and Ra. As for you, according to the current data analysis, your survival rate was originally zero. You were able to escape only because you needed to bring the intelligence out."

"Intelligence?" Odin was taken aback.

"That Asian man's attack method is quite interesting."

Shiva, who had been silent all along, spoke. His voice was soft, yet it seemed to resonate directly in one's mind: "It's not magic, nor divine art. He forcibly elevated humanity's crude 'industry' into a 'Tao.' It's a flawed evolution, but one must admit, it possesses a destructive beauty."

Shiva's eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe, stared silently at the disheveled Odin.

"We need data. Data on the explosive yield of that 'Dongfeng' missile, its constituent rules, and the changes in the state of that Easterner when he unleashed that power."

"You..." Odin understood, a chill colder than ice and snow creeping over him. "You've been watching all this time? Watching us go to our deaths? Just to collect data?"

"This is a necessary stop-loss," Anubis chuckled coldly, tapping his scepter lightly on the ground. "In the past, we could have killed you directly and extracted your soul. But now, we need a living sample."

"Hand over your memories, Odin," Gabriel said. "In exchange, we can help you repair your godhood, though you'll be demoted to a lesser god. But that's better than becoming a cold corpse, isn't it?"

This is hardly a negotiation.

This is a blatant threat.

Odin looked at his three unharmed, high-ranking "allies" and suddenly felt utterly absurd. This was the way of the gods. Compared to the simple and brutal "whitewashing" of humans, the scheming of these gods was far more disgusting.

But he didn't want to die.

"...Alright." Odin lowered his head, his voice hoarse. "But I have one condition. He must be killed. That mortal... He not only possesses the power of industry, but I can sense him plundering our destiny. If we allow him to grow stronger..."

"You don't need to teach me that."

Shiva turned and looked towards the distant east. His third eye on his forehead opened slightly, and the destructive light emanating from it caused the surrounding space to collapse instantly.

"Physical confrontation has proven to be inefficient. The Longxia people have locked down the chances of victory in the material world with their 'industrial cultivation'."

"Therefore, in the next war, we will not fight over materials."

Shiva gave a cold smile.

"We fight on 'concepts.' We fight on 'beliefs.' We fight on rules of a higher dimension."

"Since he is invincible on earth, let's take the battlefield... to the sky."

……

Command Hall.

Su Yun, who was playing with the stone box, suddenly had a thought.

"Who's talking about me?"

He looked up at the map and saw that next to the faint red dot, three huge, dark red high-energy reaction sources had suddenly appeared.

And these three reaction sources didn't move immediately; instead, they seemed to be holding a meeting in place?

Su Yun's eyes gradually brightened.

"One, two, three... plus the half-crippled Odin."

He looked at the advanced mission that the system had just released: [Collect at least three divine sparks from different pantheons].

Su Yun's face broke into a smile like that of an old farmer seeing a bountiful harvest.

"Good heavens, I was just worrying about where to find a third godhood."

"Why is this even offering door-to-door delivery? Is it a group-buying deal?"