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

The Longxia forces are currently unaware of the dramatic changes occurring in the underground base thousands of kilometers away.

At this moment, the miraculous "green rain" finally stopped.

People's Square has changed dramatically.

The flower beds that were originally used for decoration now have to be cordoned off, because several of the originally delicate rose bushes inside have grown into something resembling spirit trees, with a metallic sheen even faintly visible on their thick branches.

The young soldier in charge of logistics was frowning as he used a chainsaw to trim the branches and leaves, otherwise the thing could block the road.

Against this backdrop of eerie yet vibrant life, a global "public trial" began without any rehearsal.

There was no majestic gavel, no well-dressed jury, and not even a proper defendant's dock was prepared.

Old Ross, the once arrogant chairman of the Ark Alliance, was now like a spineless mangy dog, being carried by two heavily armored, faceless heroic warriors and thrown onto the high platform in the center of the square like trash.

Dozens of high-definition cameras in operation, as well as countless mobile phone lenses, were pointed at his dazed and blank old face from every angle.

The signal, through the Great Wall base station which had by then returned to full power, forcibly switched to all frequency bands around the world that could still receive signals.

Whether it's an underground bunker still under the control of the Ark Alliance or a lone traveler struggling to survive in the wasteland, as long as they have a metal device with a screen, there's only one thing on the screen right now—Long Xia's trial.

"I...I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

Old Ross was clearly still traumatized by the "poison gas turned into medicine" incident. Now, facing those dark, gaping lenses, he even had the illusion that they weren't cameras, but some kind of soul-pumping pump.

Without any need for interrogation or torture, this once arrogant Speaker of the Ark Alliance, whether in order to gain even the slightest bit of "leniency" or simply because he didn't want to bear the infamy alone, began frantically revealing secrets.

"It's not just the 'Wasteland' virus... there's also the 'Eden' project!"

Old Ross said hoarsely into the camera, "The Ark Alliance never intended to save everyone from the beginning. Not only did they want to protect themselves, but they also conducted a selection process. Only elites with a genetic score of over 80 were eligible for protection. The rest of the civilians... the rest were just fuel!"

He paused, then dropped a bombshell that would drive the world mad: "Beneath a base in Texas, there are 300,000 living bio-cells. Those ineligible for asylum will all be turned into bio-batteries, their bioelectricity extracted via neural pathways to power the Ark's mainframe!"

This bombshell revelation struck like a thunderbolt in the minds of survivors worldwide.

In a dark and damp underground bunker in the West, a group of survivors, sharing moldy bread around a campfire, stared intently at the scene on a holographic screen. A middle-aged man with a face covered in grease dropped his bread with a "thud," and it rolled into the ashes.

"They said...we're out there to rebuild our homes..." The middle-aged man's lips trembled, his eyes instantly turning red. "They said supplies were scarce, and they told us to hold out for a while, and they'd bring us in once the ark was built...So, we were just batteries?"

A lie can be sustained because there is no comparison and no outlet for the truth.

Now, everything is laid bare before us.

On one side of the screen is the lush green city of Longxia, the radiant and spirited soldiers, and the Eastern miracle that can turn poisonous rain into sweet dew. On the other side is the cruel reality of being used as batteries, consumables, or even guinea pigs by the government they trust.

Old Ross continued to accuse, seemingly trying to expose every dirty secret he knew in his life in order to alleviate his inner fear.

"Furthermore, the zombies weren't an accident at all! They were a failed product of the 'Immortality Potion'! The council has been experimenting on the people in the slums... Although I'm the speaker, I was also dragged into it; I'm innocent!"

Long Yi stood to the side of the stage, hands behind his back, looking expressionlessly at the hysterical old man. He didn't even bother to refute the other's ridiculous claim, "I am innocent."

Facts speak louder than words. This public trial was less about judging Ross and more about shattering the last remaining illusions of the "old order" in the hearts of Western survivors.

Not far from the stage, Su Yun held a mutated cucumber that he had just cleared from the green belt, casually wiped it, and took a bite.

"Click."

A crisp sound rang out, accompanied by a faint milky aroma.

"Tsk, it's a shame this old man isn't a storyteller." Su Yun mumbled between chewing cucumber. "That skill of shifting blame takes at least sixty years of brain thrombosis to develop."

Qin Shuangyue, standing beside her, looked down at the rapidly increasing data stream on the tactical tablet: "The results are even better than expected. Several newly established survivor settlements in the West have already experienced serious riots. They no longer trust the original exiled government, and many resistance organizations have even sent plaintext telegrams through public channels, requesting Longxia's assistance and... takeover."

"Take over?" Su Yun raised an eyebrow, swallowing the food in his mouth. "It seems they can't hold on any longer. That so-called lighthouse has been completely extinguished this time."

Su Yun raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Long Yi, who was standing on the high platform.

Their eyes met in the air, and no words were needed to communicate.

Long Yi nodded slightly, straightened his collar, and walked steadily to the microphone.

The old man, who had just undergone a marrow cleansing ritual, stood upright like a pine tree, his full head of silver hair swaying slightly in the wind, and his eyes, which had witnessed many vicissitudes of life, burned with an unprecedented sharpness and flame.

He didn't look at the camera, but instead gazed at the vast, distant horizon.

At that moment, the previously noisy square fell silent, and even viewers around the world in front of their screens subconsciously held their breath.

Long Yi didn't bring a script. At his position, every word he uttered was a testament to his patriotism flowing from his very bones, requiring no embellishment with flowery language.

"I am Long Yi, the head of the Longxia Special Operations Team."

The old man's voice was deep and resonant, traveling through the airwaves, piercing the wind and rain, and reaching all four oceans and seven continents.

"Just now, we not only thwarted a genocidal operation against Longxia, but also witnessed the complete collapse of a so-called 'beacon of civilization'."

"The world is sick. Not just because of the monsters roaming the streets, but because of the decay and greed in people's hearts."

"The people of Longxia have always believed in the principle of 'cultivating one's own virtue when poor, and benefiting the world when prosperous.' In the past, we guarded the Great Wall because we needed to survive and make a living in the cracks. But now, we not only want to survive, but also to make the flame of civilization burn brighter and spread throughout this wasteland."

"After deliberation by the Supreme Command, it has been decided that Longxia will immediately activate Expansion Order No. 1."

These words caused an uproar throughout the room and shook the world.

Expansion order!

In this apocalyptic world where everyone is fearful and only seeks to survive, all nations and powers are desperately shrinking their defenses, wishing they could bury themselves deep underground like turtles. Why would Dragon Xia dare to expand against this trend?

"We will no longer be confined to defense." Long Yi's voice was firm and powerful, like the clash of metal. "Keeping the enemy within our borders is passive and defensive. From today onward, we have only one strategic goal—to keep the enemy outside our borders!"

"Those who create monsters, we must settle accounts with; those enslaved by monsters, we must liberate. Now that the Western 'Ark' has rotted and sunk, we, the Dragon Xia, will steer this great ship carrying human civilization!"

The old man suddenly waved his hand.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Clang!" On the square, thousands of soldiers stood at attention in unison, the sound of their rifle butts hitting the ground as synchronized as a thunderclap.

"By order of the Emperor, Zhao Tiezhu's Heroic Spirit Legion will lead the vanguard, with the First and Third Mechanized Divisions on either side. Immediately split into three routes and advance towards Southeast Asia, the peninsula, and the northern border! Clear out the dungeons, restore order, and rescue our fellow humans!"

"If the enemy can go, so can I!"

As soon as these eight words were uttered, an indescribable surge of blood energy instantly broke through the clouds after the rain.

The pent-up anger and passion finally erupted. Soldiers raised their weapons, the people waved their fists, and the deafening shouts echoed through the sky.

expansion!

This is a sleeping dragon finally opening its eyes and baring its fangs at the world.

Not for invasion, but to carve out a way to survive in this crumbling world!