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

Old Ross shuddered.

"Fire!! Open fire!!"

The security captain, standing behind the blast door, almost reflexively pulled his finger tightly on the trigger.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!!!"

Dozens of psionic Gauss rifles simultaneously spewed out blue flames.

The dense rain of bullets formed a metal storm, each bullet carrying anti-magic properties, instantly covering Zhao Tiezhu's entire body.

However, a scene that shocked everyone occurred.

Those expensive holy silver bullets did not explode, penetrate, or even cause a ripple the moment they touched Zhao Tiezhu's body.

They seemed to pass through a layer of air without any hindrance, penetrating Zhao Tiezhu's spirit body, and then clanging and clattering against the submarine's bulkhead behind him, causing the sophisticated instruments to spark.

Physical immunity.

This is the power of rules.

In the face of Longxia's national destiny, so-called kinetic weapons are nothing more than water guns in a child's hand.

Zhao Tiezhu looked down at his stomach, where hundreds of bullets had just pierced through.

He reached out and patted off non-existent dust with a serious expression, looking disgusted: "What is this stuff? It's so itchy, it's not even enough to scratch my itch."

After saying that, he floated directly into the command center.

Following closely behind were one heroic spirit after another, clad in dark gold armor.

They ignored the walls and the tables and chairs, pouring into the small space like a golden tide.

A cyborg tyrant tried to charge forward and fight them hand-to-hand, but was cleaved in two by the Falcon Legion commander with a single blow.

"Damn undead! Die!"

Professor Merlin finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He raised his bone staff high, chanting obscure incantations. The purple "Void Barrier" instantly shone brightly, transforming into countless purple tentacles that tried to entangle the heroic spirits that rushed in.

Psychological attack?

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, then let the purple tentacles wrap around his neck.

Merlin was overjoyed: "Haha! Got it! This is Western magic..."

"Smack."

A sharp crack interrupted his maniacal laughter.

Zhao Tiezhu reached out impatiently and, as if tearing a rag, casually snapped off the magical tentacle on his neck.

"this one?"

Zhao Tiezhu tilted his head, looking at the bewildered Meilin: "Not as exciting as the second uncle who performs the shamanic dance at the entrance of my village."

The next second, a magnificent, majestic, and awe-inspiring golden aura surged back without reservation along the broken magical tentacles.

That is the weight of five thousand years, the indomitable will of 1.4 billion people, and the murderous aura of three thousand heroic spirits.

Can you use one person's mental strength to forcefully shake the fate of a nation?

This is like trying to poke a nuclear reactor with a match.

"puff--!!!"

Professor Merlin didn't even have time to scream before he was struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer. Blood gushed from all seven orifices, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the control panel. He was left lifeless.

Now, the entire command center fell completely silent.

The gun didn't work.

Magic didn't work either.

The cyborg warriors, armed with high-tech weapons, were now staring at this group of thuggish-looking, drifting "ghosts," and their legs were practically spinning.

They are not afraid of death, but this enemy, which is completely incomprehensible, untouchable, and unharmable, has completely shattered their psychological defenses.

Clang.

It's unclear who threw down their gun first.

Immediately following was the sound of guns hitting the ground.

Zhao Tiezhu ignored the group of henchmen and floated straight to Old Ross, who was slumped on the ground.

Ross had completely broken down at this point.

His wealth, power, and technology, which he was so proud of, seemed so pale and powerless in front of this translucent man in golden armor.

He simply couldn't understand how the situation had developed to this point in less than a day.

He clearly hadn't made a move against Long Xia yet, and he had been hiding his true intentions so well.

"You...you can't kill me!"

Old Ross trembled, "I am the patriarch of the Ross family! I control 30% of the world's resources! Kill me, and the Ark Alliance will retaliate at all costs! Long Xia will not get away with it!"

"I can pay back money! I can give you a lot of money! Hundreds of billions! Trillions! Just let me go!"

Zhao Tiezhu stopped in front of him.

The shadow cast by his tall figure completely enveloped the trembling old Ross.

Zhao Tiezhu slowly raised the energy-powered broadsword in his hand, the cold blade pressed against Old Ross's wrinkled and sweaty neck.

Old Ross closed his eyes, waiting in despair for death to come.

However, the blade did not make a cut.

Instead, Zhao Tiezhu put the knife away, squatted down, and brought his face close to Old Ross's, his eyes filled with disdain.

"die?"

"Old man, you're dreaming."

Zhao Tiezhu reached out and slapped Old Ross's noble face twice, neither too hard nor too softly.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

"The boss said that killing someone like you would be too lenient."

At this moment, Su Yun's voice, connected by the nation's destiny, echoed coldly within the submarine deep in the Atlantic Ocean, like a judgment descended from the heavens.

"Bring it back."

"Let the whole world see what happens when someone dares to mess with someone from Longxia."

"In this world, some debts cannot be settled simply by dying."

"We need a public trial, a public trial in front of 1.4 billion people."

Upon hearing the word "public trial," Ross's face instantly turned from deathly pale to ashen.

For a powerful figure like him who has controlled the dark side of the world for a century, being dragged into the sunlight and judged like a monkey is a thousand times more terrifying than death.

"Did you hear me? Let's go!"

Zhao Tiezhu chuckled and grabbed Old Ross by the back of the neck and collar, as if he were picking up a chick.

"No! I won't go! Kill me! Kill me now!" Old Ross struggled frantically, but his resistance was as powerless as an infant's in the face of the Heroic Spirit's power.

Zhao Tiezhu exerted his strength suddenly, lifting Old Ross up and soaring into the sky along the golden bridge!

As for how to get through the remaining layers of the submarine's hull? Of course, it's by ramming it head-on.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With a series of loud, tearing metallic sounds, Old Ross felt as if he had been stuffed into a washing machine, and the scenery before his eyes was changing wildly.

He saw the deep darkness of the sea, felt the surging waves on the surface, and finally felt the biting cold wind high in the sky.

When he was finally able to open his eyes, he found himself being lifted 10,000 meters in the air.

Beneath their feet, the "Zeus," a symbol of the pinnacle of Western technology, lost its golden protection and was instantly crushed by millions of tons of seawater, turning into countless fragments that slowly sank into the deeper underwater graveyard.

"Let me go...please..." Old Ross's face trembled from the strong winds high in the sky, and he wailed incoherently.

Zhao Tiezhu completely ignored him, simply turning around and waving to the vast army of heroic spirits behind him, roaring with boundless pride:

"Guys! That's a wrap!"

"roar!!"

Three thousand heroic spirits responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.

The Golden Bridge is adorned with dazzling lights.

An invincible army returns in triumph.