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

Let's return to the present, to Luofengpo.

Zhao Gang wiped the wolf blood off his face; it was warm and sticky.

Before him, the once arrogant Wind Demon Wolf King now had its head drooping at an odd angle, and blood was slowly oozing from the wound on its neck, like a leaky faucet.

The surroundings were quiet, or rather, a kind of stretched-out noise. As far as the eye could see, the Wind Demon Wolf, Shadow Leopard, and Giant Lizard had all become insects sealed inside amber.

"What are you all standing there for? Get your asses back to your seats!"

Zhao Gang kicked the dumbfounded battalion commander in the backside, pulled his sword from the wolf king, leaving a trail of slow-motion blood droplets. "Going to the zoo? That's points! Military merits! Your bragging rights later!"

He pointed at the dense horde of beasts ahead, struggling to lift their legs but remaining motionless, and roared at the top of his lungs, "These bastards are usually faster than rabbits, bullets can't catch them. Now that God has food in his mouth, if you still don't open your mouths, you can all go back to taking care of your kids!"

That shout was like a thunderclap, bringing everyone's souls back to their bodies.

The warriors, who usually avoided these high-level beasts, now looked like specimens waiting to be dissected, and their fear vanished instantly.

The strategies for offense and defense differ.

"You son of a bitch, weren't you being pretty fierce just now? Huh? Want to show Grandpa how fierce you can be again?"

The young soldier, who had already fastened the pin on his finger to the grenade, grumbled as he slung it back onto his waist. He thought for a moment, then took it out again, and, not satisfied, added another one, pulling the pin off both at once with a clean, decisive motion.

Less than half a meter in front of him was an elite-level rock giant lizard.

This thing was covered in heavy armor and was usually a rampaging biological tank, but right now, it was opening its mouth wide, as if a roar was brewing deep in its throat, but unfortunately, the sound was stuck in the air and could not be heard.

The young soldier grinned, revealing two rows of large white teeth on his dark gray face. He reached out and gently but firmly stuffed the hissing, smoking grenades into the giant lizard's two enormous nostrils, one on each side, as if stuffing buns into his nephew's mouth.

After inserting it, he thoughtfully used the barrel of the gun to push it in further to ensure it was in the correct position.

The monitor lizard's vertical pupils contracted extremely slowly, its eyes filled with a human-like despair and terror. It watched helplessly as this weak human did all this, then smugly patted its nose and ran away.

Three seconds later.

"puff--"

A muffled thud.

Two plumes of black smoke billowed from the monitor lizard's nostrils. Its massive body swayed, then collapsed like a toppled mountain of gold and jade. The internal explosion hadn't even broken its skin; it passed away peacefully.

This kind of scene was happening all over the battlefield.

There was no intense shooting exchange, no perilous battle.

Previously, it would have taken an entire squad and thousands of bullets to barely suppress a Wind Demon Wolf. Now, all it takes is for a private to walk over, aim at its eye socket or its soft belly, and deliver a vicious stab.

Some soldiers, blinded by rage, didn't even bother with their knives, instead swinging their rifle butts and smashing the Shadow Leopards, which were suspended in mid-air, down one by one like baseballs.

"That feels amazing! That's fucking awesome!"

Zhao Gang had never felt so exhilarated in his life. He felt like he wasn't on a battlefield, but rather playing a hack-and-slash game with cheat codes enabled.

Just then, the ground began to tremble rhythmically, accompanied by a rumbling sound.

Zhao Gang turned around.

On the horizon behind him, billowing dust stretched like a long dragon.

The heavy tracks crushed the dirt, and the turbocharged engine roared.

Dozens of steel-forged torrents tore through the night, their thick cannon barrels gleaming coldly under the searchlights.

The elite armored division of the 7th Army Group, codenamed "Dragon's Spine," has arrived.

……

Lin Xiao lay face down in front of the periscope of the command vehicle, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

As the commander of an armored division, Lin Xiao was an absolute fanatic of firepower. His creed was simple: caliber is justice, range is truth. If one 125mm shell couldn't solve the problem, then two would do; if two still weren't enough, then call in a rocket artillery brigade to bombard the enemy.

When he received the order to rush to Luofengpo's aid, he had already prepared for the worst.

According to intelligence, only infantry regiments were holding out at the front lines. Faced with a million-strong beast horde, these few men wouldn't even be enough to fill the beasts' teeth. He had even already planned how to deal with the corpses of his comrades scattered all over the ground, and how to use his armored advantage to cut through and encircle them in this meat grinder.

He had even written his will.

After all, under the impact of a beast tide of this scale, the armor of a tank is nothing more than a slightly harder sheet of tin can in front of the claws of a high-level alien beast.

But now, the scene before him made this battle-hardened division commander question his life.

"Commander... is the radar malfunctioning?" the gunner stammered into the communications channel. "The fire control system shows there are high-heat sources ahead, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. But... the velocity readings are all 0?"

Lin Xiao didn't say anything. He pushed open the hatch and poked half of his body out.

The night wind howled, carrying the stench of blood.

He raised his binoculars.

What was in sight was indeed a horde of beasts. A dark, endless mass, stretching to the very edge of the field of vision.

But strangely, the beast tide was still.

If one didn't look closely at the slowly writhing limbs, he would almost think that someone had placed tens of thousands of lifelike sculptures here. And among these sculptures, the infantrymen in tattered uniforms were like diligent gardeners pruning withered branches, cutting one child at a time.

"What the hell is this?" Lin Xiao muttered to himself. "Am I still dreaming?"

The voice of Zhao Gang, the infantry regiment commander, came through the communicator: "Old Lin! Stop looking! Hurry up! The brothers' hands are about to be chopped off, there are just too many of these beasts, we can't kill them all!"

"Old Zhao? You're still alive?" Lin Xiao asked instinctively.

"Nonsense! I'm not only alive, I'm living a pretty good life!" Zhao Gang said irritably.

"Stop dawdling! Hurry up and bring all your big stuff up here! There are hundreds of thousands of live targets right here! Don't move, just wait to be blown up!"

None of them moved.

Waiting for you to blow it up.

These two phrases swirled in Lin Xiao's mind, instantly stimulating his excitement as a heavy firepower commander.

What are artillerymen and tank crewmen most afraid of?

It is a moving target.

Especially for highly agile units like the Wind Wolf, once it starts running, it becomes a black shadow, making it difficult for the fire control system to lock on. If you can hit one out of ten shots, you're a sharpshooter. Most of the firepower is wasted on prediction and blocking movement.

But now, someone is telling him that the other side is full of stationary targets.

It's like playing a shooting game. It was originally on hell difficulty, and suddenly all the opponents disconnected and stood still, letting you headshot them, while you were holding a fully equipped Gatling gun.

Just then, an order came from headquarters, instructing him to directly bombard the beast horde with artillery fire. What else was there to say?

Lin Xiao put all his doubts aside and exclaimed with great joy:

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Deploy attack formation! All main battle tanks, line up in a row! Self-propelled artillery brigade, set up in place!"

"No need for pre-aiming! No need to calculate lead! No need to consider wind drift and bullet drop! No need to conserve ammunition!"

"Coordinate parameters fully covered!"

"Full house fire! Blast these frozen bastards to smithereens!!"

Boom boom boom boom—!

With Lin Xiao's command, the night sky over Luofengpo was instantly lit up.

The smoothbore guns of hundreds of Type 99A main battle tanks roared simultaneously, orange-red fireballs bloomed at the muzzle, and the huge recoil made the steel behemoths weighing tens of tons tremble violently.

Next up are the self-propelled rocket artillery positions behind.

The "Fire Raven" rocket launcher emitted a sharp whistle, and the dense rockets, trailing long plumes of flame, tore through the sky like a rain of pear blossoms.

This is the most violent aesthetic display of modern industrial civilization.

Normally, the beasts would scatter and flee, using their speed to evade and the terrain for cover.

But today, on this land shrouded in "Yunmengze," they can only watch helplessly as the Grim Reaper's scythe descends.

The first round of artillery fire landed.

At the heart of the previously dense black beast tide, countless enormous fire clouds instantly erupted. High temperatures, shockwaves, and shrapnel coalesced into a death storm in that instant.

Because the target is stationary, the hit rate is a terrifying 100%.

Every shell landed precisely where the monsters were most concentrated.

Normally indestructible wind element shields and rock skin are as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of 125mm armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds.

"boom!"

A high-level rock giant lizard was pierced directly by a depleted uranium armor-piercing round. Its massive body was instantly torn to pieces, and before the blood and flesh could even splatter, it was vaporized by the high-explosive round that followed.

The entire battlefield transformed into a grand fireworks display.

Beneath the fireworks, there are swathes of life disappearing, and spots of light rapidly diminishing on radar screens.

Lin Xiao lay on the turret, looking at the raging sea of ​​fire in the distance and listening to the continuous sound of cannons. He felt as if every pore on his body was opening up.

"Cool!"

"This is what war is all about! This is what firepower suppression is all about!"

Lin Xiao laughed loudly while patting the hatch, "I just want to ask, who else?! This kind of fighting style, even a monkey could win if it was in command!"

Just then, the command center explained to him that the reason the beast tide had stopped was because of a certain mysterious big shot, and he immediately developed a kind of almost superstitious worship for the mysterious big shot.

Whoever that mysterious big shot is, from today onwards, he is the eternal god of all the artillery of the Seventh Army Group!

……

Kunlun Command Center.

The image on the big screen was now covered by flames and smoke.

In the side data panel, the red number representing the number of enemies is decreasing at an alarming rate.

In just ten minutes.

The original million-strong beast tide has been reduced by one-third.

This efficiency in killing is simply appalling.

But Su Yun was still not at ease.

He stood in front of the command platform, his gaze passing over the dazzling explosions and landing on the green dots at the forefront.

That was Zhao Gang and the infantry battalion.

Although the "Dragon Spine" armored division had taken over the battlefield, and although the roar of heavy firepower drowned out everything, Su Yun could see clearly that this unit, which had previously held its ground, was on the verge of exhaustion.

The effects of adrenaline are wearing off.

In the video, Zhao Gang is leaning against a scorching hot rock, panting heavily. His face is ashen, and the excruciating pain and physical exhaustion are beginning to erode his will.

It wasn't just him.

Many soldiers felt their tension snap the moment they saw reinforcements arrive and confirmed their safety.

Some people dropped their guns and collapsed limply into the mud; others clutched their stomach wounds, writhing in pain; still others leaned against the corpses of their fallen comrades, their eyes beginning to glaze over.

They overspent too much.

If nothing is done, less than half of these hundreds of people will survive, even if they win the battle.

A Pyrrhic victory is not a true victory.

Su Yun said in a low voice.

Long Yi and Qin Shuangyue both heard his words and immediately realized what Su Yun wanted to do.

really.

"This battle is not just about winning."

As Su Yun finished speaking, the system notification sounded in his mind again:

[Host's intention detected...]

[The F-rank skill "Healing Totem" is being cast...]

[Judging in progress... The talent "Territory is Territory" has intervened.]

[Approved. Current coverage area: 960 million square kilometers.]

[Skill level detected as too low, unable to match current range... Extracting historical context... Reshaping concepts...]

[Skill mutation complete.]

——【Azure Sea Tide, Sweet Rain (LV1)】

[Description: In the East Sea there is an island called Penglai. Long ago, Shennong used this water to irrigate all kinds of herbs; withered bones grew flesh, and severed limbs regenerated.]

[Effect: A rain of highly concentrated life energy descends centered on the caster. Friendly units gain the "Super Regeneration" status, limbs are reattached, toxins are cleared, and health is instantly restored to full. Enemy units that come into contact with the rain will suffer a "Life Overload" effect, causing their cellular structure to collapse and transform into corrosive, highly toxic damage.]

[Current consumption: 10 mana points (already deducted), maintenance consumption: 0 (Due to the characteristic of "All land under heaven belongs to the king," the consumption is compensated by the free energy of heaven and earth).]

[Note: My rain only nourishes my own kind. You dare to get wet?]

……

Luofengpo.

Zhao Gang felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Darkness was engulfing his vision, and the sounds of gunfire around him seemed to come and go.

"Old Zhao! Hang in there! The medical team is coming soon!" Lin Xiao's shouts over the communicator sounded anxious, but they were indistinct, as if there was a layer of water between them.

Zhao Gang wanted to smile and say "It's okay," but he found that he didn't even have the strength to move his lips.

This is probably the limit.

Also good.

At least we won this battle and saved Kunming. Even if we die, we'll have something to brag about when we meet our old comrades.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely fade away, a cool sensation landed on his brow.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop.

It's raining?

Zhao Gang struggled to open his eyes.

What came into view was not a gloomy, gray sky, but a grand and dreamlike green rain of light. The raindrops emitted a faint glow, as if someone had crushed the aurora borealis and scattered it across the earth.

They fell on the scorched earth, and the grass roots that had been burned to ashes instantly sprouted tender green shoots, growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rainwater slid down Zhao Gang's rough cheeks and seeped into his skin.

That instant.

Zhao Gang's eyes widened.

The rain wasn't as cold as I'd imagined; instead, it felt like a warm current, seeping into my limbs and bones through my pores.

It felt like soaking in a scalding hot spring in the dead of winter, so comfortable that it made you want to groan.

Next came the itching.

It was incredibly itchy.

He subconsciously looked at his severed left arm.

What was once a charred and carbonized wound is now teeming with countless granulation tissues writhing and growing wildly. White bones extend at a visible speed, while red muscle fibers rapidly weave and cover the wound.

The feeling was strange and terrifying, but more than anything, it was the ecstasy of something lost and found again.

"Holy crap..."

A soldier next to him, whose stomach had been ripped open and whose intestines were almost spilling out, was staring blankly at his belly.

The gruesome wound quickly closed, scabbed over, and fell off in the green rain of light, leaving no scars and the skin as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.

"I...I'm all better?"

The soldier touched his stomach and jumped twice. The weakness he felt when he was about to die vanished, replaced by an inexhaustible burst of energy.

"What the hell is this magical rain?!"

In the trenches, cries of alarm rose and fell in unison.

The soldiers who had been lying on the ground waiting to die suddenly jumped up as if they had risen from the dead.

"My legs! My legs have grown back!"

"I can see again!"

"I feel like I could punch a bull to death right now! Wow, this rain feels so good, even better than a sauna!"

Just as the soldiers were immersed in this miraculous baptism, a heart-wrenching scream came from not far away.

"Awooo—!!!"

The sound didn't resemble the roar of a wild beast, but rather the agonizing howl of someone being subjected to the cruel torture of being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Zhao Gang turned his head to look.

The Wind Demon Wolf King, who wasn't quite dead yet, was also getting rained on.

But this green rain of light is like sweet dew when it falls on the warriors, but when it falls on the creature, it feels like the most potent acid.

The wounds that Zhao Gang had already inflicted on its body instantly emitted black smoke upon contact with rainwater. The flesh rotted and festered at an alarming rate, and even sprouted clusters of eerie grayish-brown mushrooms.

The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone caused even the wolf king, whose movements had been slowed, to convulse violently, roll his eyes back, and foam at the mouth.

"this……"

Zhao Gang looked at his perfectly intact arm, then at the horribly mangled wolf king.

He wiped the rain off his face and suddenly shivered.

This rain... it's something else.

You could even say it's a bit unethical.

This is clearly a blatant double standard and an undisguised bias.

If you're from Longxia, I'll heal you back to life even if you're still on your last breath; if you're an enemy, even if you only get a scratch, I'll make you rot to the bone.

"Who did this?"

The battalion commander leaned closer, looked at the green rain still falling from the sky, and swallowed hard. "Isn't this a bit too cruel?"

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within him, and raised his head to look towards the distant north.

He seemed to see the young man sitting in the command center, pushing up his glasses, saying with an air of self-righteousness:

"My people, I will pamper them. As for beasts, they should die like beasts."

A smile crept onto Zhao Gang's lips, growing wider and wider until it turned into a wild, unrestrained laugh.

He picked up his battle sword again, pointing the blade at the remaining beasts that were still screaming in agony ahead.

"Brothers!"

"Are they all alive?!"

"They're alive!!" The reply was thunderous and full of energy, showing no trace of the previous scene of a camp full of wounded soldiers.

"Now that you're alive, don't waste this healthy body!"

A fierce glint appeared in Zhao Gang's eyes:

"Cooperate with the armored division! Chop up the rest of this rotten meat and feed it to the dogs!"

"kill!!"

The fully healed soldiers charged out of the trenches once again.

This time, their steps were more determined and wilder than before.

Behind them, the green rain of light continued to fall, gentle yet cruel, a mixture of divine mercy and the grim smile of death.

On the distant tank position, Lin Xiao's hand holding the binoculars was trembling.

He watched as a group of infantrymen who had been half-dead just moments before charged forward with the ferocity of someone injected with ten pounds of chicken blood, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this what that big shot is capable of?

This thing can not only immobilize monsters, but also heal multiple enemies at once?

The milk was bad enough, but it was actually poisoned?

"If anyone dares to mess with this guy in the future..." Lin Xiao shrank his neck, "then there will be no going back."

……

At the same time.

Ten thousand meters above the East China Sea.

Jack, a U.S. federal ace pilot codenamed "Falcon One," is facing the greatest fear of his career, no, his life.

He is not afraid of death.

As a pilot who flew an F-22 into another country's airspace, he was prepared to be shot down by a missile.

But he's afraid of this.

His current state is like that of a fly sealed in amber.

The instrument panels in the cockpit were still lit, showing that all data was normal. The engine nozzle temperature was several hundred degrees Celsius, and the exhaust plume was functioning normally.

But he just couldn't move.

Even moving a single finger is extremely difficult.

This stillness, defying the laws of physics, filled him with immense fear.

He watched helplessly as the radar warning system flashed wildly; it was the signal from the Dragon Xia Kingdom's anti-aircraft missiles locking onto him.

"Move... God... please move..."

Jack roared inwardly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The despair of having supersonic fighter jets and cutting-edge technology, yet being left hanging in mid-air like a fool as a target, is more painful than being killed outright.

This is not science at all.

This is witchcraft! It's a mysterious curse from the ancient East!

The wingman's voice came through the earpiece, equally filled with terror and despair. His words were drawn out, sounding like a demon crawling out of hell: "Help...me...I...don't...want...to...die..."

And on the sea surface below them.

A patrol boat flying the flag of Longxia was slowly approaching.

The captain, holding up a high-powered telescope, looked at the two F-22s in the sky that looked like they were hanging on a clothesline, with an extremely strange expression.

"Captain, fire control radar locked on, shall we fire?" The first mate rubbed his fingers on the launch button, his eyes full of eager anticipation.

The captain lowered his binoculars, adjusted his hat brim, and revealed an extremely cunning smile.

"Fire? What's the point of firing? It's such a waste of missiles."

"Turn on the broadcast and announce it to the entire channel."

"Tell them that because the air in our Longxia airspace is rather 'viscous,' their planes might be having some trouble adjusting. Longxia is a land of etiquette, and out of humanitarian spirit, we'll just watch from below and absolutely won't attack."

"Oh, by the way, ask them..."

"Isn't it great to hang up there and enjoy the view?"