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

Meanwhile, the gods began a secret conspiracy.

The capital city, the highest command center.

The world map on the large screen was previously covered with a dense array of red alert dots. Those red dots represented the source of an out-of-control mythical creature invasion, and behind each red dot was a burning city or a wailing settlement.

But now, the map is recovering to normal at a visible speed.

"Report! The gargoyle horde that had been entrenched in Region 3 of the Eurasian Plate has disappeared."

"News from the South American theater! The Feathered Serpent Clan, which was attacking the São Paulo defenses, has suddenly ceased its assault. They have flown back into the clouds of the Andes Mountains."

"The same goes for North Africa! All the Death Scorpions have burrowed into the sand, their vital signs are weak, and they've entered a dormant state!"

The hall was filled with noise. The tense atmosphere had become somewhat eerie.

This doesn't look like a rout.

A rout is a chaotic, desperate escape. But these monsters retreated in perfect order; one second they'd devour you alive, the next they'd turn tail and leave, not even bothering to drag the corpses back.

Qin Shuangyue stood in front of the large screen, her brows furrowed, and turned to look at the young man in the main seat.

"Comrade Su Yun, something's not right." She pointed to the large red area disappearing on the screen. "Those mythical creatures from the West, their minds are filled with nothing but killing and mating; chaos is their nature. Unless..."

"Unless a higher will gives them a death order."

Su Yun leaned back in his chair, toying with two newly sealed stone boxes in his hands. The surfaces of the stone boxes were warm and smooth, and inside were sealed the divine core of the former god-king, but they were very quiet at the moment.

Su Yun said calmly, "If they get hurt, they'll naturally back down. Although Odin ran away, he knows very well that if he lets these creatures wander around outside any longer, they'll eventually be caught by our divine beast infrastructure team and brought back to repair Earth. Rather than becoming free labor, it's better for them to hide."

At this point, Su Yun smiled and said, "However, this saves us some trouble. Since they've vacated their territory, wouldn't it be impolite of us not to take it?"

Upon hearing this, Long Yi, who was sitting next to him, trembled. He understood what Su Yun meant.

Two of the God-Kings died, and one was crippled. The greatest threat was eliminated by the Dongfeng missiles, and the remaining small fry all cowered like turtles.

If we don't push the tower now, when will we?

With the power to destroy gods, the previously delayed plan to reclaim the Blue Star can be restarted!

"Pass on my order." Long Yi stood up abruptly, his voice booming, "Restart the Global Rescue and Order Reconstruction Plan."

"Notify all war zones that they are no longer confined to homeland defense. All units with long-range projection capabilities are to depart immediately!"

"Tell the survivors in the ruins—whether you believed in God or Allah before, from this day forward, Longxia will hold this sky up!"

……

This day is destined to be recorded in the annals of Earth.

If the previous nuclear explosion was a shock, then what followed was a true conquest.

Conquest is not achieved through guns and cannons, but through order.

Europe, the ruins of Paris.

This place was once a romantic city, but now only ruins and rats remain. The sky is leaden gray, and the occasional flash of lightning is merely meteorological activity.

Pierre hid deep inside the subway station, clutching half a moldy loaf of bread tightly in his hand. This was his food for three days.

As a former devout Catholic, he prayed every day at the onset of the cataclysm. He prayed to the Virgin Mary and to the Archangel. In the end, he witnessed an army of angels descend from the heavens, turning half the city into ruins merely for their own amusement.

The faith collapsed at that moment.

Now, Pierre only trusts the bread in his hand and the pistol in his pocket.

"Rumble..."

The ground suddenly began to shake. It was a deep, powerful sound of tracks rolling over.

Pierre trembled with fear. Again? Were they the centaurs?

He peeked out through the ventilation vent.

He peered over and froze.

At the end of the street, a camouflaged torrent of steel was slowly advancing. Tanks, armored vehicles, and heavy trucks that you'd only ever seen in movies.

Each vehicle was adorned with a bright red flag. In the gloomy ruins, this splash of red stood out starkly and intensely.

"It's... an army from the East?" Pierre rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He had heard the broadcasts from the East long ago. Some said it was hell, because the people there dared to kill gods; others said it was heaven, because only there was electricity and hot food.

The convoy stopped in the square.

There was no slaughter, no looting.

Soldiers in dark green uniforms jumped off the vehicle and quickly set up a stove and wires. Less than ten minutes later, a long-awaited aroma of food wafted into the subway station on the wind.

"Listen up, you people inside!"

A loudspeaker began broadcasting, first in Chinese, then in somewhat broken but clear enough French: "We are the Longxia Rescue Team. This area has been taken over. Hand over your weapons, undergo quarantine, and each person can receive a bowl of hot porridge and two sausages."

"I'll repeat myself: we don't believe in God, we only believe in earning a living through labor. If you want to live, come out and line up!"

Hot porridge.

Ham sausage.

These two words struck Pierre hard, shattering his last shred of composure and fear. To hell with God, to hell with faith.

Whoever feeds me is my god!

Pierre threw away his pistol, stumbled out of the subway entrance, knelt down under the red flag, and burst into tears.

This scene can happen in every corner of the world.

From the frigid Siberian plains to the scorching African rainforests, and then to the devastated Americas.

Those once arrogant Westerners, those survivors who considered themselves the center of civilization, have now made the same choice. They are rushing to tear down the crosses and idols that were originally enshrined in their homes, and even in the most broken Chinese, they are writing the two characters "Longxia" on the door panels.

Because they know that in this world, only these two words can ward off evil. Only these two words mean you can live to see tomorrow morning.

……

Command Center in Beijing.

Although Su Yun remained seated, the system panel was displaying notifications at an unprecedented speed, so fast that they were almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

[Detection of European survivors' collective consciousness aligning; civilizational identity being established...]

[The talent "Territory is Territory" has been activated! Your maximum mana has increased by 15%!]

[Detection indicates that the South American region has been incorporated into the Longxia order system, receiving the blessing of "the will of the people"...]

Your class skill "Totem Summoning" has gained an increased range!

Su Yun clearly felt that his body seemed to have turned into a huge black hole, with a continuous stream of energy converging from all directions.

This is not just a matter of will, but also a kind of momentum.

This is the inevitable trend of the times.

Originally limited to half of the planet, the spell's range has been broken again by this wave of global flag-planting, expanding to almost the entire planet.

Wherever the red flag is planted, that's my home ground.

Su Yun slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He even felt as if he could hear the satisfied sighs of the survivors tens of thousands of miles away as they drank their first mouthful of hot porridge.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on him.

Is this the true meaning of "protecting the country"?

The true meaning of "ruling the nation" is to expand the concept of the nation to the entire world. When the whole world recognizes your order, then you are the king of this world.