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

The rain has stopped at Luofengpo, but the excitement is just beginning.

After a large ferocity horde, only two sounds could usually be heard on the battlefield: the suppressed groans of the wounded and the footsteps of stretcher bearers trudging through the blood-soaked mud. That oppressive, suffocating silence was a nightmare that lingered in the minds of every surviving veteran.

But today, the style has suddenly changed to something absurd.

"Hey you! Second Company Commander! You damn well better keep your hands off the hook!"

Zhao, whose severed arm had just healed, stood energetically atop a mountain of Wind Demon Wolves' corpses, brandishing his blood-stained battle sword and spitting as he shouted, "This is Wind Demon Wolf hide! The main material for making level three anti-magic armor! You scratched the pattern with one stroke, and this hide's value has plummeted from 100,000 to 5,000! You spendthrift!"

The second company commander who was being scolded was a young man who usually acted like a mouse before a cat when he saw Zhao Gang. But now he was all smiles, twirling his boning knife with incredible speed: "Staff Officer Zhao, aren't you being stingy? Look at this scene, there are these things all over the ground, at least a few hundred thousand heads. So what if one is ruined? We're rich now, we don't care about a few fly legs."

"Bullshit!" Zhao Gang kicked him, laughing and cursing, "Have you gone mad from being poor? Forgot that last month our regiment had to haggle with Old Wang in the logistics department to repair a few crappy armored vehicles? Now that we've finally struck it rich, you all better watch yourselves! This is all points, it's equipment!"

Indeed, the scene before us was too dreamlike.

In the past, battles against alien beasts involved artillery barrages, missile bombardments, and ultimately, exchanges of fire between superhumans. After a battle, finding even a few intact bones was considered lucky, let alone corpses. Precious pelts, crystal cores, and claws were almost entirely destroyed in the high-intensity energy collisions.

Therefore, extraordinary materials have always been in short supply in Longxia Kingdom, and a complete high-grade Wind Demon Wolf pelt can fetch an astronomical price on the market.

But now?

As far as the eye could see, there were tens of thousands of high-level alien beasts, like specimens just coming off an assembly line. Because they were targeted and eliminated after "time stopped" or disintegrated from the inside by the green rain, most of their outer fur was undamaged.

Even those killed by tanks mostly had their internal organs shattered, while their outer shells remained intact.

This doesn't look like a battlefield cleanup; it looks like a large wholesale market's procurement site.

At this moment, speak of the devil and he appears.

A middle-aged, overweight man wearing thick-rimmed glasses stumbled over.

It was Wang Suanpan, the logistics minister of the Southwest Theater Command, whom I just mentioned. He was usually the stingiest person, and he would spend a long time calculating even to get two extra pounds of pork for the canteen.

At that moment, Minister Wang held a tablet computer in his hands, his fingers trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease, his lips were purple, and tears were streaming down his face.

Zhao Gang's heart tightened, and he quickly helped him up: "Old Wang? What's wrong? Have the casualty statistics come out? The numbers look terrible?"

Although Su Yun had provided a divine rain, the previous battles had been fierce, and casualties were inevitable. Zhao Gang's heart grew heavy.

Wang Suanpan grabbed Zhao Gang's sleeve, sobbing uncontrollably, "It's ugly...it's so ugly...our warehouse isn't big enough! It can't hold it all!"

Zhao Gang: "..."

Wang Suanpan wiped away his tears and said, "Old Zhao, you're a rough man, you don't understand! Do you know how much we made in this battle? Huh? Just these tens of thousands of complete Wind Demon Wolf pelts, taken to the international black market, can be exchanged for five full divisions of exoskeleton armor!"

"And the Shadow Leopard's crystal core! That's a panacea for assassins! We used to beg and plead for just a few, but now? They're everywhere! Warriors even use them like marbles!"

Wang Suanpan became increasingly excited as he spoke, even pinching his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming: "I just did a rough calculation. After deducting ammunition consumption and compensation, we not only didn't lose money in this battle, we actually made a profit!"

He held up five fingers and waved them in front of Zhao Gang.

"Five hundred million?" Zhao Gang asked tentatively.

"Five hundred billion!" Wang Suanpan roared. "And that doesn't even include the special materials for lord-level alien beasts! Old Zhao, our Southwest Military Region has been poor for decades, but today we've finally turned the tables! I'm going to upgrade the soldiers' uniforms! All the latest models! Thor's individual cannons, dragon scale armor, buy them all! Buy them all!"

Seeing the logistics minister acting like a madman, the soldiers around him looked at each other in bewilderment, and then burst into laughter.

The atmosphere on the field grew increasingly heated.

……

Across the ocean, in the Eagle Federation.

In stark contrast to the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year in Longxia Kingdom, the air inside the Pentagon's highest command center, deep underground, was so heavy it felt as if it were filled with mercury.

The massive circular conference table was filled with high-ranking officials in their general's uniforms, but no one spoke. Everyone stared intently at the holographic screen directly in front of them, their brows furrowed.

There are only two images on the screen.

One was high in the East China Sea, where two F-22 Raptor fighter jets looked like sculptures nailed to the void, their tail flames spitting out but remaining motionless.

Another image is a satellite image transmitted from Luofengpo, showing mountains of strange beast corpses piled up on the ground, and the festive expressions on the faces of the Longxia soldiers.

"Can someone explain this to me?"

A blond old man sitting at the head of the table spoke slowly. He was wearing a dark blue admiral's uniform with four stars on his shoulders, and his face was as hard and cold as granite.

He is "Storm" George, the commander-in-chief of the naval fleet and a renowned S-class water-based ability user in the Eagle Federation, known as "Poseidon of the Atlantic".

Normally, this hawkish leader would be smoking a cigar, pointing fingers with an air of superiority. But today, the cigar had burned his fingers, yet he was completely oblivious.

"This does not conform to fluid mechanics, nor to the law of conservation of energy, nor even to universal gravitation."

A gray-haired science advisor, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, said, "According to satellite telemetry data, the engine thrust of both F-22s was completely normal, their gravity parameters were normal, and the surrounding air density was not abnormal. Logically, they should have been cruising at supersonic speeds of Mach 2.2, or crashing due to a stall. But the reality is... their kinetic energy was 'zeroed out' by some force."

"Zeroing out?" George tossed away his cigarette butt, not slamming his fist on the table in a fit of rage like a typical general. Instead, he narrowed his deep blue eyes. "You mean, the Dragon Xia Kingdom possesses a weapon that can invalidate the laws of physics?"

"Perhaps it can no longer be called a weapon..." The science advisor swallowed hard. "It's more like... a domain. A divine domain that can arbitrarily modify the parameters of reality."

Silence fell over the meeting room.

In this era of spiritual revival, extraordinary power is not uncommon. S-class powerhouses can indeed do many things that defy common sense; for example, George himself can create tsunamis hundreds of meters high.

But that force is traceable; it is violent; it is a clash of energies.

The scene before me was eerily quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

There was no explosion, no beam of light, no energy fluctuations. It simply made you "stop".

This kind of insidious terror is more powerful than any nuclear weapon.

"General, this can't be a standard weapon." Another intelligence officer tried to salvage some confidence. "Maintaining this level of confinement requires an astronomical amount of energy. Dragon Xia Kingdom can't sustain this for long; those two planes will soon..."

Before he could finish speaking, the time on the screen flickered.

Exactly thirty minutes had passed.

The two F-22s remained airborne, as steady as ever.

George stood up, walked to the screen, and gently stroked the still image with his finger, as if he could feel the bone-chilling cold emanating from ten thousand meters above the ground.

As a battle-hardened commander and a top-notch expert, his intuition is far more acute than so-called data, and he also has a greater sense of the big picture.

"This isn't a weapon malfunction, nor is it due to depleted energy," George's voice was low and hoarse. "This is a show of force! Longxia has bared its fangs and seized our weakness!"

He turned around, his hawk-like gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Block the news! Cut off all external communication frequencies! This matter must absolutely not be known to the public, and even more so to those media outlets that thrive on chaos!"

George gritted his teeth and said, "If this isn't handled properly, it will be the greatest disgrace in the history of the U.S. Air Force!"

However, what George didn't know was that some things can't be blocked just because you want to.

……

There are no secrets in this world, especially when a radiant sun is hidden behind that wall.

Despite the Eagle Federation's desperate attempts to cover it up, the Dragon Xia Kingdom made no attempt to conceal anything.

Soon, a set of high-resolution satellite photos titled "The Wonders of the Longxia Border" began to circulate wildly on the dark web, Twitter, and major military forums.

First photo: On the southwestern border of Longxia, hundreds of thousands of grotesque beast carcasses of various shapes and sizes, seemingly dissected by some kind of precise scalpel, are neatly stacked on the wasteland. Longxia soldiers wearing exoskeletons move among them, transporting S-grade materials—considered strategic embargo items by various countries—carrying them away truckload after truck as if harvesting crops in their own backyard.

Second photo: Ten thousand meters above the East China Sea, two F-22s look like a pair of beautiful lovebirds, hovering in the clouds, with seabirds even resting on their wings.

The world was instantly in an uproar.

On the dark web bounty list, the price for information about "Dragon Summer's Mysterious New Weapon" skyrocketed from ten million US dollars to one billion US dollars in just half an hour, and it continues to rise.

[Oh my god! Is this photoshopped? Can anyone tell me how this works?]

[Is the physics engine bugged? Earth Online is too lazy to even fix it?]

[Stop trying to be clever, upstairs. I'm from the Royal Academy of European Sciences. We just reviewed all the data... and there's only one conclusion: the Dragon Xia Kingdom may have already come into contact with the power of the 'rules' level.]

[It's all over, completely over. I just bet my entire fortune on the alien beast concept stock, shorting Longxia, and now the wind on the roof is howling.]

At the same time, the barometer of the international situation has also shifted dramatically.

The neighboring small countries, which were originally observing or even secretly trying to trip up Longxia, have completely changed their attitude.

Ten minutes ago, a certain island nation in Southeast Asia was protesting against the Longxia fishing boats crossing its borders. Ten minutes later, its foreign minister personally delivered a televised address, enthusiastically praising Longxia as a mainstay in maintaining regional peace, and stating that he would immediately dispatch a special envoy delegation with the best tropical fruits to the capital as tribute... oh no, visit.

Ambassadors from several Europa Union countries stationed in China stayed up late at night, carrying gifts and running to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China, ostensibly to "strengthen bilateral cultural exchanges," but in reality, they were all subtly implying: "Brother, you guys aren't targeting us, are you?"

……

Kunlun Underground Command Center.

Su Yun sat in a chair, holding a thermos in her hand, watching the reactions from all over the world on the big screen with a relaxed expression.

"The commotion was quite significant," he commented judiciously, taking a sip of hot tea.

Long Yi stood beside him with his hands behind his back, a slight smile on his usually stern face.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' phones have been ringing off the hook." Qin Shuangyue walked over quickly, holding a tablet in her hand. "Most of them are trying to gauge our stance, and some are protesting, saying that we used inhumane weapons of mass destruction, violating international conventions."

"Inhumane?" General Li scoffed. "They fly their planes into our yard to defecate and urinate, and that's humane? We just helped them apply the emergency brakes, how is that inhumane?"

"What did the Eagle Federation say?" Su Yun asked.

Qin Shuangyue's expression turned strange for a moment: "Just now, the Eagle Federation's ambassador to China sent a formal note, strongly condemning our illegal detention of their pilots and fighter jets, demanding that we... immediately release them and compensate them for related mental distress, otherwise we reserve the right to take further military action."

The command center fell silent for a few seconds upon hearing this.

Then a burst of laughter erupted.

Even the usually composed Zhou Weimin couldn't help but shake his head: "These Ansar bandits are really used to being robbers. Even with a gun pointed at their heads, they can't shake their arrogant and domineering ways."

Su Yun smiled wryly. Whether in his past life or here, the US is a dog that can't change its nature.

"Elder Long, how do you plan to respond to this matter?" Su Yun asked.

Upon hearing this, Long Yi knew that Su Yun had something on his mind, so he said, "The one who tied the knot must untie it. Su Yun, since you're the one who set the person in place, we'll naturally listen to your opinion on how to handle this."

Su Yun pondered for a moment and said:

"My original plan was to remove the skill, since maintaining it indefinitely, although not very costly, is still quite mentally taxing."

"but……"

Su Yun changed the subject, "Since the Eagle Federation insists on talking to us about 'emotional damages,' then let's have a proper talk."

"Mr. Long, I think we don't need to return those two planes for now. Not only should we not return them, we should also uphold the spirit of humanitarianism."

Long Yi asked, "Oh? What kind of personal Taoist method?"

Su Yun pointed to the two pilots on the screen, who were fixed in the cockpit with snot and tears all over their faces.

"Our Dragon Country is a land of etiquette, and all visitors are guests. Guests hanging at 10,000 meters in the air, exposed to the cold wind, must be thirsty and hungry."

"I suggest sending a few drones up there to deliver some water and food to these two international friends. After all, our skills only immobilize, not gag, so feeding them is still possible."

The people in the hall were slightly taken aback. What kind of revenge was this? Wasn't this repaying evil with kindness?

Only Qin Shuangyue sensed something was wrong. Looking at Su Yun's harmless face, she thought to herself that people who look refined are often cunning.

Sure enough, Su Yun continued:

"When delivering the food, bring a few high-definition cameras along. Live stream these two warriors across all platforms, at all times, with no blind spots."

"I've already thought of a name: 'The High-Altitude Survival Challenge of the U.S. Ace Pilots'."

"I think people all over the world would be happy to see how the usually arrogant Raptor pilots perform 'eating, drinking, and relieving themselves' at 10,000 meters altitude after losing all high-tech assistance."

"By the way, the live stream can enable the tipping function, and all proceeds will be donated to the reconstruction work of Luofengpo."

puff--

General Li, who was drinking water, sprayed the entire mouthful of water onto the monitor in front of him.

ruthless.

That's fucking ruthless.

This isn't just killing someone's heart; it's like peeling off the face of the US, stomping on it, spitting on it, and then using it as a rag to wipe the floor!

Shoot them down directly; it'll be a quick death for them. They might even get a martyr's title and be buried in Arlington Cemetery when they return home.

But what if it's hanging in the sky and broadcasting its own pooping and urination live?

For the Eagle Federation Air Force, which has always touted itself as "elite," "invincible," and "noble," this is a thousand times more painful than killing their entire family!

Imagine that when billions of people around the world open their phones, they don't see the majestic and powerful aerial combat, but rather a coward stuck in the cockpit, his crotch soaked, sobbing uncontrollably from fear and incontinence...

The myth of military deterrence that the Eagle Federation has built up over a century will be shattered into nothingness in this flavorful live broadcast.

"Isn't this... a bit too mean?" Zhou Weimin wiped his sweat, though he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Is that unfair?" Su Yun blinked. "They're the ones demanding 'compensation for emotional distress.' Aren't I just helping them create 'emotional distress'? Otherwise, how could they have the nerve to ask us for money?"

Long Yi was silent for a moment, then the old man threw his head back and laughed heartily.

"Great! What a fine example of emotional distress!"

Long Yi waved his hand and immediately approved: "Granted! Have the propaganda department follow up on this immediately! Not only should it be broadcast domestically, but the signal should also be connected to the international network! I want our 'humanitarian concern' to be seen on the giant screen in Times Square, New York!"

The old man turned around, looked at Su Yun, and his eyes were full of admiration.

War is about hard power; but diplomacy and strategic maneuvering are about psychological warfare.

Su Yun's move not only slapped the Eagle Federation in the face, but also forced them to swallow their pride.

"Su Yun, Su Yun," Long Yi sighed, "It's fortunate that you're a citizen of our Dragon Country. If we let you out, the world would probably be in real chaos."

Su Yun just smiled and picked up the thermos again.

"Mr. Long, please don't slander me. I'm a model student."

……

Meanwhile, deep underground in the Pentagon, General George was unaware of the social death storm that was about to engulf him.

He was still racking his brains about how to get the plane back gracefully, unaware that from this day forward, the word "graceful" would be completely foreign to the American Air Force.

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