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

Meeting Room Number One.

Everyone remained in their original positions, staring at the young man standing in front of the holographic sand table, some in astonishment, others in bewilderment.

Everyone back in the team?

These four words weighed as heavy as a thousand pounds, making everyone dizzy.

Long Yi's fingers were still trembling slightly: "Comrade Su Yun, this... is this really possible? That's more than three thousand lives, not just a set of numbers."

Although Su Yun has created countless miracles since awakening, the idea of ​​bringing someone back from the dead still challenges the limits of everyone's understanding.

"For materialists, death is like a lamp going out; the cessation of bodily functions is the end."

Su Yun spoke in a calm tone, even with a hint of casual conversation.

"But for the shaman who protects the nation, death is merely the beginning of another journey. And on this land of 9.6 million square kilometers in Longxia, death is never the end. As long as I don't give my consent, the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell is just a piece of waste paper here."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand.

Palms facing upwards, fingers slightly spread.

"Smack."

A crisp snap of the fingers.

Without any warning, the normally constant lights in the conference room suddenly dimmed, and then, an unprecedented totem pole abruptly shattered the void and crashed into the center of the sand table.

That was neither the emerald green that symbolizes life, nor the crimson that symbolizes war.

This is a colossal pillar, entirely black. Its blackness is as profound as the end of the universe, so pure it cannot tolerate even the slightest impurity. There are no fancy or intricate decorations on the pillar; only countless dark golden runes slowly meander across its surface.

The runes were like a flowing galaxy in the night sky, or the manifestation of some ancient covenant. Each flash was accompanied by a deep hum, like the heartbeat of the earth's depths.

A vast and majestic aura, originating from the netherworld yet devoid of any sinister intent, instantly filled the entire space. Under this pressure, even Long Yi, who held a high position, felt a tremor deep within his soul—an instinctive awe of some higher rule.

In Su Yun's mind, system notifications flooded the screen like a waterfall.

[Host detected using a skill...]

[Under investigation...]

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As the system notification sound faded, the pitch-black totem pole shuddered violently.

"Buzz—"

A visible golden ripple spread outwards from the totem pole. The dark golden runes that had been slowly moving along the pole seemed to come alive, transforming into countless golden threads that soared into the sky like dragons.

These golden threads instantly pierced through the thick walls of the conference room, ignoring the distance in space, like a meteor shower flowing against the current, shooting towards the distant southwestern border, towards the land that was once stained with blood and is now being washed by torrential rain.

Su Yun put down her hand, picked up the thermos again, and gently blew on the floating goji berries.

"In this country, I've said it before: whether or not the gates of hell can be opened is not up to the King of Hell, but up to me."

……

Southwestern border, boundary marker No. 77.

The rain was still falling, and the world was shrouded in a vast expanse of white.

This rain was no longer the raging black rain that had earlier sought to wash away all the sins of the world; it had become a gentle drizzle, meandering along the scorched earth, as if softly weeping for this devastated land. Beside the boundary marker, the smoke of battle lingered, mingling with the stench of earth and blood, making one's chest feel heavy.

Li Erniu knelt in a muddy patch, his knees long since numb from being soaked in the cold mud. His large, calloused hands gripped the edge of the stretcher tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Company commander... Company commander, wake up!"

Li Erniu's voice was already hoarse, but he still kept rambling on tirelessly: "Didn't we agree? After the war, you were going to take me back to my hometown for authentic mutton hot pot, you were going to treat me to all sorts of delicious food. But you've fallen ill first, what kind of behavior is this?"

He hastily wiped the rain and tears from his face, choking back sobs as he roared, "What am I supposed to say if your mother asks later? Huh? Where am I supposed to put my mouth, Li Erniu?!"

The deputy captain, Old Li, couldn't bear to watch any longer. This man, who shed blood but not tears on the battlefield, now had red eyes and came over to try and pull this stubborn young man up.

"Erniu, stop howling! Let the company commander... go in peace." Old Li's voice trembled. He turned his head away, not daring to look at the blood-soaked red flag on the stretcher.

"No!" Li Erniu abruptly shook off Old Li's hand, his face covered in snot and tears. "The company commander isn't dead! Look, it's still warm under this flag! He's just too tired, he's taking a nap!"

Old Li sighed deeply, unsure how to offer any advice.

At this moment of utter grief.

Above the sky, the thick, seemingly impenetrable lead-gray clouds suddenly cracked open.

It was an extremely thin golden thread, yet it possessed a sharpness capable of piercing the heavens. The originally gloomy and oppressive sky was forcibly torn apart in that instant by this intense light.

Then, the rain stopped.

No, to be precise, it's the color of the rainwater that has changed.

The originally murky and cold raindrops, as if imbued with some kind of force in mid-air, transformed into tiny points of light radiating soft golden light.

Golden rain fell from the sky, swirling and fluttering.

This scene is so beautiful, it seems otherworldly, more like an auspicious sign of a saint descending to earth in mythology.

Amu, who was kowtowing, was stunned. The refugees next to him were stunned. Even the soldiers who were about to forcibly take Li Erniu away stood there dumbfounded.

"What... what is this?" Li Erniu wiped his blurry, tear-filled eyes, and dumbfoundedly reached out to catch a drop of "golden rain".

The light fell on my palm, but instead of feeling wet, it sent a warm current through my body, instantly warming my previously stiff limbs and bones.

The next second, a scene he would never forget happened.

On the stretcher, the red flag that had been clinging tightly to the corpse and had a shriveled outline suddenly seemed to be inflated and slowly swelled up.

Countless golden points of light in the sky seemed to be attracted by a magnet, frantically converging towards the mangled body on the stretcher.

"Click...click..."

A sickening yet vibrant sound of bones grinding together rang out. The shattered bones were reforming, and the torn muscles were rapidly regenerating under the infusion of golden light. Golden energy flowed like liquid gold, beginning to reshape the silhouette of a robust human figure.

However, this is no longer a mortal body of flesh and blood.

Instead, it is a translucent energy body that flows with dark golden light throughout.

First, there were those big feet with worn-out rubber shoes, then the sturdy torso, and finally that big head that everyone was so familiar with, always wearing a hat at an angle.

"call--!!!"

The figure on the stretcher suddenly sat up, letting out an extremely loud gasp, like someone who had been drowning for too long finally breaking the surface and embracing the air again.

Zhao Tiezhu opened his eyes blankly, his vision still a little blurry.

He instinctively reached for his chest, where the grenade, already pulled the pin and ready to be used in a suicide mission, should have been hanging. But now, his fingers touched a hard, slightly cool piece of armor.

He looked down and his pupils contracted.

He was wearing a set of dark gold armor he had never seen before. The armor was ancient and majestic in style, with shoulder guards shaped like roaring tiger heads and flowing cloud patterns faintly visible on the breastplate. It looked incredibly noble and was definitely not an ordinary item.

"Damn...where the hell am I?"

Zhao Tiezhu shook his head violently, his memory still stuck on the excruciating pain of having his chest pierced by the tentacles of an S-class monster. "Is the treatment in the Underworld this good now? They even give you new equipment after you die?"

He turned his head and his gaze met a pair of eyes that were swollen from crying and looked like rotten peaches.

"Er...Erniu?" Zhao Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, then a nameless rage surged within him. He raised his hand and flicked the head across Erniu's forehead. "Why did you come down here, you little idiot? Didn't I tell you to take the refugees and run? I told you to run, but you didn't. Didn't I just give up my life for nothing?!"

"when--!"

The finger struck Li Erniu's forehead and produced a clear, metallic sound, as if striking a bronze bell.

Li Erniu didn't cry out in pain.

He just stared wide-eyed, his jaw almost dropping to the ground, blankly at the semi-transparent, golden-glowing, floating-in-the-air company commander in front of him, who still maintained his volatile temper.

Then, he tremblingly reached out his hand, wanting to touch but not daring to: "Company...Company Commander? Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Nonsense! Of course I am..." Zhao Tiezhu was about to curse, but the words caught in his throat.

He raised his hands and placed them before his eyes. They were hands made entirely of golden energy, with distinct knuckles, yet as translucent as jade. Through his palms, he could even vaguely see a dark mass of figures ahead.

He looked down at the stretcher again.

On the stretcher, the mangled body still lay quietly, covered by a red flag; this was his flesh.

So who is sitting here now?