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

[Host's intention detected...]

[The F-rank skill "Mist Totem" is being activated...]

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

[Approved. Current coverage area: 960 million square kilometers + 300 million square kilometers of territorial waters]

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

[Skill mutation complete.]

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【Mirage Dragon's Breath - White Night】

[Description: A giant clam becomes a mirage, its breath forms a tower; when the fog rises, its territory becomes an array, altering the universe and disrupting cause and effect.]

[Effect 1: Imprisonment. Within the mist's range, all light, electromagnetic waves, and divine sense detection are blocked. Hostile targets are placed into a state of "absolute isolation."]

[Effect 2: Illusory Image. When an enemy target moves through the fog, their sense of direction will be randomly altered.]

[Effect 3: Clear Vision (Friendly Only). Dragonxia faction units gain the "True Sight" effect, making fog transparent and increasing their hit rate bonus by 100%.]

[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: Let us sink into the fog!]

……

South China Sea, waters around Longya Island.

Inside the command center of the Poseidon, the atmosphere was reaching its climax. Admiral George held a wine glass filled with pale golden champagne, the bubbles rising steadily, much like his surging emotions.

"Gentlemen, to liberty!" George raised his glass, "to the sea beneath our feet, where secrets no longer lie."

"Respect to General George!"

A chorus of agreement erupted around him, and the crisp sound of clinking glasses echoed in the command room.

Just as George tilted his head back and the icy liquor touched his lips, a sudden change occurred.

Without warning, the world turned white.

It wasn't the kind of fog that gradually rises, nor was it moisture brought by the sea breeze. This whiteness came extremely abruptly, as if someone had taken a giant brush, dipped it in thick white paint, and painted the entire world over in the blink of an eye.

One second it was a clear blue sea and sky, sparkling with light; the next second, the sea, sky, frigates, and even the ski-jump ramp at the front of the aircraft carrier deck all disappeared from the window.

Instead, there was an incredibly thick "white wall".

"What's going on?" George exclaimed softly, "Where did this smokescreen come from? Are the Dragon Xia people still not giving up, trying to use such childish tactics to obscure our vision?"

He subconsciously thought this was some kind of large-scale smokescreen interference, which is not difficult to achieve nowadays with various professions.

Unfortunately, in modern warfare, smoke can only be used to cover infantry charges. For modern fleets equipped with a full range of phased array radars and thermal imaging systems, it is as good as nothing.

"Pass down the order: activate thermal imaging and start the millimeter-wave radar."

"Tell all ships to maintain formation and not to lose their composure because of this smoke. The Dragon Xia people can only annoy us for a moment; don't let them laugh at us."

However, two seconds passed.

No one responded to his command.

The once noisy and orderly command room was now eerily quiet.

George frowned and turned around: "Radar officer? Are you deaf?"

The radar officer stared at the screen, his face a picture of utter disbelief, as if he'd just swallowed a brightly colored mushroom. His hands pounded furiously on the control panel, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Report...reporting to the General!" The radar officer's voice stammered, as if he had seen a ghost. "The...the radar is malfunctioning!"

"What do you mean 'failed'?" George strode over. "Interference? Switch frequencies! Do I need to teach you that?"

"It's not interference...it's...it's gone!" The radar officer pointed to the screen, which should have displayed the glowing dots of dozens of surrounding ships, but now only showed a blank expanse of static. "There's nothing there! The sea...the sea is empty!"

"This is impossible!" George shoved the radar officer aside and pressed himself against the screen.

empty.

It's really empty.

Not to mention the surrounding escort ships, even the underwater terrain scan turned into a straight line.

Suddenly, George felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

"What about a sonic boom? Surely a sonic boom would be useful!"

"Sound...it's all static!" The sound engineer groaned, taking off his headphones and clutching his ears. "It sounds like millions of cicadas are screaming underwater; I can't hear any echo at all!"

Could it be... impossible! Absolutely impossible!

George couldn't believe his initial assessment was wrong. He grabbed the communicator microphone and tried to call the nearest frigate, the "Jeanne d'Arc".

"Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! This is Poseidon! Respond immediately! Report your location at once!"

Unfortunately, all that came through the microphone was a sickening static: "Buzz...buzz..."

"Damn it! Satellite phone! Connect me to the Pentagon!"

"General...no signal." The communications officer, his face ashen, raised the special satellite phone, supposedly capable of making calls even at the epicenter of a nuclear explosion. "GPS lost, GLONASS lost...all frequencies, all disconnected."

At this moment, George finally felt fear.

This is not a simple interference.

This is deprivation.

The entire fleet, armed to the teeth and representing the pinnacle of human industry and technology, was instantly deprived of sight and hearing, becoming a swarm of headless flies thrown into a vat of white dye.

"Turn on the spotlights! Turn them all on!" George rushed to the French windows, trying to see something through the eerie white fog.

Several powerful searchlight beams pierced the fog.

But this intense light, strong enough to penetrate the torrential rain, only extended less than three meters before disappearing without a trace, as if swallowed by the thick fog.

Instead of illuminating the way ahead, the diffuse reflection of the fog made the world outside the command center blindingly bright, as if one were in absolute nothingness.

And what they didn't realize was that the "Athena's Shield," which had always been activated on the aircraft carrier, had quietly disappeared at some point.

……

At this moment, the chaos on the sea was just beginning.

If it were just a matter of not being able to see, then relying on inertia to navigate would be fine.

But Su Yun's [Mirage Dragon Breath] has an even more deadly effect—illusion.

An absolute distortion of perception.

On the Japanese destroyer "Kirishima," Captain Tanaka was holding a compass, sweating profusely.

"Baka! What's going on? Why is the compass spinning wildly? Where's the spare gyroscope?"

"Report, Colonel! All navigation equipment has failed!" the helmsman shouted in panic. "And we...we seem to be veering to the left?"

"Then steer to the right! Quickly! Make sure to keep straight!" Colonel Tanaka roared.

The helmsman frantically steered to the right.

In his perception, the ship was indeed correcting its course and slowly getting back on track.

But in reality, the "Kirishima" was frantically circling to the right rear in a bizarre posture, like a husky biting its own tail.

Not far from them, the French frigate "Joan of Arc" was facing an even more awkward situation.

"My God, this fog is too thick!" The Gallic captain, holding a half-empty glass of red wine, tried to calm his nerves with the alcohol. "Notify the engine room to slow down! Slow down immediately!"

"Captain! There seems to be something ahead!" the lookout suddenly shouted.

"What?"

A massive black shadow suddenly appeared in the white mist.

It's neither a reef nor a monster.

It was a huge, spinning propeller blade with "Made in USA" stamped on it.

Oh my god, it's the rear end of the aircraft carrier "Poseidon"!

"Damn it! Full left! Full left! We're going to crash!" The Gallic captain was so frightened that he splashed the red wine in his hand onto his first mate's face and threw himself onto the helm, turning it frantically.

But the sense of space in this fog seems completely distorted.

Even though it looked like there were still hundreds of meters to go, the next second the huge metal butt was already pressed against my face.

Crunch-!

A sickening metallic scraping sound rang out.

Although a direct collision was avoided in time, the vulnerable port side of the Jynthia still scraped against the aircraft carrier's sturdy torpedo protection. Sparks flew, iron filings flew everywhere, and the expensive phased array radar antenna fell to the ground like harvested leeks.

"Who hit me?! Which bastard hit me?!" George was so shaken in the command room that he fell flat on his face, got up and furiously stared at the air.

He rushed to the loudspeaker and tried to shout into the public channel, but after shouting for a long time, only his own echo looped endlessly in the empty channel: "Bastard... bastard... bastard..."

fear.

The most primal fears began to spread like a tide through this once-invincible fleet.

If someone could look down from God's perspective at this moment, they would see an extremely comical and absurd scene:

The once orderly and imposing combined fleet now resembled a group of drunkards who had drunk tons of vodka.

Some were spinning wildly in place, some were rushing around like headless flies, some were bow to bow, and some were even more outrageous, turning their bows around and charging back the way they came, thinking they were launching an attack.

On the edge of all this chaos, three destroyers from the Dragon Xia Kingdom were quietly anchored on the sea.

……

"Zhenhai", foredeck.

Lin Weiguo had been holding the braised pork in his mouth for a full minute without chewing.

He held a large tea mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, his eyes wide as he stared at the surreal scene before him.

Just now, he also thought something bad was going to happen.

When the overwhelming white fog rolled in, he was even prepared for the entire ship to go blind.

But when the white fog truly descended, he was surprised to find—

He's not blind.

Not only did I not go blind, my vision actually became ridiculously clear!

The thick white mist, which could even swallow up light, appeared transparent to him and all the other members of the Dragon Xia crew!

It's like wearing a pair of X-ray vision glasses that belong only to the Dragon Summer faction.

The white mist turned into wisps of blue smoke, completely obstructing visibility.

Amidst the blue smoke, the warships of the seven nations were even outlined with a faint red glow, making them clearly visible even from a great distance.

"What the hell is going on?" Lin Weiguo gulped down a piece of braised pork, turned to his first mate beside him, and said, "Did you see that? What are those bastards doing?"

The first mate was also completely bewildered: "Commander... I think that Japanese ship has been spinning around in circles for eighteen times. I don't know if it's seasick or not, but I'm getting seasick just looking at it."

"And that one over there!" The boatswain pointed to the other side, suppressing a laugh. "That French ship almost kissed the aircraft carrier's stern! Now it's hanging off the back of the carrier, being dragged along!"

Lin Weiguo was stunned for several seconds, then suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh.

"Amazing! Truly amazing!"

Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated.

Lin Weiguo didn't even need to look to know who it was.

He answered the phone: "Sir! This is incredible! This fog... was it caused by our Su Guoshi?"

On the other end of the phone, Long Yi laughed and said, "How was it, Lao Lin? Did you enjoy the show?"

"That was awesome! Absolutely awesome!" Lin Weiguo grinned from ear to ear, looking at the chaotic fleet in the distance. "You didn't see it! George was just acting all high and mighty a moment ago, and now he's probably wetting his pants in the command center! They seem completely blind, while we here are like we have superhuman vision!"

"Pretty much. Su Yun calls this 'swatting a mosquito in the dark,'" Long Yi said leisurely. "Now they can't see you, all communication is cut off, and their sense of direction is all messed up. You've been wronged, haven't you? I'll give you some time to get back at them."

"What a wonderful thing! Haha, thank you, sir."

Lin Weiguo straightened up, pushed his military cap up, and said, "Look! We won't bully disabled people, but we can still help them 'give them directions'!"

Lin Weiguo hung up the phone and waved his hand dismissively.

"All ships, listen to my command!"

"Turn on our loudspeakers, and set the power to maximum!"

"Plug in a voice changer for me, make it sound a bit creepy."

The first mate was taken aback: "Commander, what are you going to do?"

Lin Weiguo put down his teacup, grabbed the microphone, and said, "These foreign devils love to talk about science, don't they? They don't believe in superstitions, do they? Today I'll teach them a lesson in what Eastern metaphysics really is!"

……

Onboard the Poseidon, the chaos continues to escalate.

George is on the verge of a breakdown.

All technological means failed. He even dispatched several A-rank archmages from the ship to try to dispel the fog with magic.

As a result, several archmages in robes had barely taken to the sky when, after a few flaps, they plunged into the sea like kites with broken strings, impossible to retrieve. The mist seemed to contain some kind of high-level suppression; any energy attempting to resist it was instantly disintegrated.

"What is it... what is it?!" George grabbed his hair, his eyes bloodshot.

Just then, a strange sound suddenly came from the previously silent mist.

Sizzle... sizzle...

It was the sound of electricity, mixed with opera singing that came and went, like a low murmur from hell, or the lament of a wronged soul in the deep sea.

"A thick fog rises, and clouds fly high..."

The sound, refracted by the mist, became elusive, as if it were right next to your ear, yet also as if it were on the horizon.

Without needing a translation, the tone alone gave these Westerners goosebumps.

Immediately afterwards, a sinister yet somewhat mocking voice echoed eerily in broken English throughout the cockpits of all the ships:

"General George...aren't you looking for Dragon Tooth Island?"

"Turn the rudder to the left... keep turning to the left..."

"The gates of hell... are open over there~"

George shuddered: "Who?! Playing tricks! Come out!"

"Who am I?" the voice chuckled eerily. "I am the local earth god, the Dragon King... You've stepped on my back, it hurts so much..."

Actually, it was Lin Weiguo.

The old man was holding a microphone, making funny faces in a high-pitched voice, while directing his men to film this exciting scene: "Quick, quick! I see a destroyer really turning left! A little more left and it'll hit the reef! Hey, that's it!"

Onboard the Poseidon, the navigator was on the verge of a nervous breakdown: "General! There's a momentary afterimage on the radar, and it seems there's an exit at 30 degrees to port! That voice was telling the truth!"

"Don't listen to him! It's a trap! It's psychological warfare by the Dragon Xia people!" George said this, but his eyes were already full of wavering.

Just as he hesitated, the ship suddenly shuddered.

Boom-!

A deep, muffled thud came from the bottom of the ship.

Then came a piercing sound of metal tearing.

"Report...Report!" A heart-wrenching scream came from the damage control center. "We've run aground! Water is flooding the hold! We've run aground in the reef area outside Dragon Tooth Island!"

George's mind went blank.

It’s over.

The world's number one nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, without encountering any artillery fire, ran aground at sea?

If this gets out, George Smith might as well jump into the sea and commit suicide instead of going to a military court, to avoid bringing shame on his family.

"Reverse! Reverse now!" he roared hysterically.

However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

Because they had lost unified command and vision, the escorting frigates behind them had no idea that the flagship had run aground and come to a standstill. They continued to accelerate and rush forward, either due to their previous inertia or guided by that "ghostly voice."

boom!boom!

Two more loud bangs.

One destroyer plunged straight into the side of the "Poseidon," while the other supply ship fared even worse, ramming head-on into the destroyer in front of it. Fuel leaked, and although it didn't catch fire, the pungent smell of oil spreading through the white mist made everyone's nerves snap.