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

"ah--!!"

The timid girl screamed, and several boys desperately raised the chairs in their hands, but they were more fragile than paper in the face of the succubus's sharp claws.

The banshee let out an excited hiss, pushed off with her limbs, and her body became a blur as she pounced on Amy, who was closest to the window.

Amy closed her eyes in despair. She could even smell the stench of rotting flesh emanating from the banshee's mouth.

Just one second.

In just one second, her neck would be bitten off.

"laugh!"

A muffled thud suddenly exploded in my ears.

There was no pain.

Amy only felt some warm, sticky liquid splash on her face.

She opened her eyes shakily.

The banshee that had been about to devour people was still in a pouncing posture, but its head... was gone.

It was like a rotten watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer, with nothing above its neck, only half of its body sliding down to Amy's feet due to inertia, twitching twice, and then remaining still.

"Who taught you to close your eyes when you're in danger?"

A somewhat rough voice rang out from outside the window.

Amy and her classmates looked up blankly.

The sky outside the window, which was originally gray, was now illuminated by the red light and turned bright red.

A burly man with a dark face, over two meters tall, whose muscles were semi-transparent and who wore a magnificent golden armor, was floating in the void outside the window.

He wasn't holding a gun, but behind him, in mid-air, floated rows of golden energy spears.

Zhao Tiezhu.

This company commander, who had died fighting on the border, looked nothing like a proper soldier at this moment; instead, he resembled a bandit leader who had just returned from a victorious battle to collect protection money.

He floated into the house and kicked the headless banshee's corpse away with his foot.

"Tsk, this monster is really ugly. Closing its eyes isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Zhao Tiezhu glanced around at the group of terrified students. His previously menacing, dark face forced what he thought was a kind smile.

"Um...who speaks Chinese? Tell everyone not to be afraid, pack your things and come with us, there are people outside handing out bread and sausages."

Looking at the golden-armored monster floating in mid-air, speaking incomprehensible words, Amy suddenly felt that this was probably the most handsome and coolest man she had ever seen in her life.

He's a million times more handsome than the oppas in idol dramas.

She didn't know where the courage came from, but she suddenly asked loudly, "Are you an angel?"

Zhao Tiezhu was taken aback. He understood the word "angel," and then burst into laughter, "Angel? Those winged birdmen are no match for me. Remember, I'm Zhao Tiezhu, Vanguard Battalion of the Dragon Summer Heroic Spirit Legion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous roar finally reached this place.

Amy rushed to the broken window and looked down.

The school playground, which was originally occupied by monsters, is now filled with dark green armored vehicles. Countless Longxia soldiers wearing exoskeletons are rapidly establishing defensive lines, and the red-glowing gun barrels have become the most reassuring beacons in this apocalyptic world.

At that moment, the immense psychological void caused by the collapse of the nation and being abandoned by the world was instantly filled with a kind of fanatical emotion.

……

The presidential bunker of a small country.

As the head of state, Basong has no dignity left at this moment.

He slumped onto the expensive Persian carpet, his Browning pistol already cocked, the muzzle pointed at his temple.

Outside the door, his guards had been wiped out. The mutated lizardmen were ramming the last blast door.

"I never imagined that I, Basong, with my illustrious reputation, would die in this rat hole."

He gave a bitter laugh and slowly pulled the trigger.

Since international aid is not coming, I might as well end it all; it's more dignified than being devoured by monsters.

Just as he was about to slam it down.

"Thump!"

The ceiling above my head suddenly collapsed.

It wasn't destroyed by an explosion, but rather by some terrifying force that forcibly crushed it.

Several huge blocks of concrete crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

Amidst the dust, a four-meter-tall, dark green, domestically produced "Xingtian" heavy powered armor from Longxia crashed to the ground with a loud thud, accompanied by the sound of its hydraulic system deflating.

The metallic body, brimming with violent aesthetics, crushed the lizardman leader who had been ramming the door.

The armor's visor opened, revealing a large, bearded face with goggles—it was a regimental commander from the mechanized division.

He glanced at Basong, whose face was blank and whose gun was still raised, frowned, and shouted in broken English:

"Hey! Put down the gun!"

Then, seemingly finding speaking a foreign language too tiring, he switched back to Chinese and shouted into the communicator, "Reporting to command, target number three has been found. He's not dead yet, and he's holding a gun to his head, trying to commit suicide. Tsk, his mental fortitude is lacking. How will he work for us from now on?"

Although Basong couldn't understand Chinese, he understood the thumbs-up the bearded commander gave him—upside down, of course.

Immediately afterward, the regimental commander waved his hand and said, "Take him away! Put him in car number two, and remember to fasten his seatbelt; the road is a bit bumpy."

……

Such scenes are playing out all over the world.

This is not a war, it is a one-sided crushing defeat, a redemption that has been long overdue.

Longxia's Supreme Command Center, Operations Hall.

Su Yun sat in a chair, holding a bag of potato chips, crunching away as he stared at the huge holographic map in front of him.

As time goes by, the surrounding area, which was originally pitch black, is being lit up at an astonishing speed.

Each red dot represents a squad; each plume of smoke represents an area covered by "WIFI".

Those desperate situations and dungeons that previously stumped various countries turned out to be as fragile as paper in the face of the Dragon Xia army, which possessed the three major cheats of "unlimited mana regeneration," "damage sharing," and "full map vision."

"Report! Advance of 300 kilometers on the eastern front! Rescue of over 30,000 refugees!"

"Report! The Falcon Legion on the southern front has taken control of the entire peninsula! They are currently clearing out the remaining monsters!"

"Report! The mechanics on the northern front encountered a small horde of zombies,...it's been resolved! Three minutes!"

Good news came in like snowflakes.

Standing in front of the command platform, Long Yi looked at the ever-expanding red map, took a deep breath, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to smooth out.

And that's not all.

As the Longxia army advanced, the survivor settlements of neighboring countries that had initially tried to maintain a certain degree of independence, and even the remnants of the original government forces, completely collapsed in their mentality upon witnessing the actual combat effects of the Heroic Spirit Legion's "physical immunity and dimensional reduction attack," as well as the trails of "crimson gold smoke" that resembled giant dragons.

It collapsed to another extreme.

Instead of resisting, they systematically blocked the Longxia army's only route.

What are you doing?

Blocking the way? No.

Holding up homemade signs, they even dug out a Longxia language dictionary that they had long since thrown away, shouting that they wanted to "merge in on the spot".

Even more extreme, several former members of parliament from neighboring countries sent clear-text telegrams directly through public channels, requesting Longxia to immediately take over the administrative power of the region, and stating that if Longxia did not agree, they would stubbornly remain within the area of ​​the beacon fire.

After all, as long as you stand under that smoke, the monster won't dare to come near, and even your arthritis won't hurt. Who could withstand that?

"They said they didn't need autonomy, they didn't need to retain the system, they just wanted a temporary Longxia ID card so they could sleep in that golden circle," Long Yi said with emotion. "That's the will of the people. When survival becomes a luxury, so-called national borders and dignity are worthless in the face of survival."

Then he realized that it was time.

Turning around to face the row of clerical staff behind him who were frantically taking notes, Long Yi said in a deep voice:

"Proposed electricity".

"Longxia's First Initiative on Building a Community with a Shared Future for Mankind"

"In view of the current collapse of the global order, and in order to protect the surviving sparks of human civilization, Longxia has decided to launch a 'national referendum' in all liberated areas, effective immediately."

"This is not an acquisition, it's returning home."

"Those who are willing to join the Dragonxia Federation will have their past transgressions forgiven, be treated equally, enjoy the same citizenship, and be protected by the Divine Land. Those who are unwilling will be provided with travel expenses and politely escorted out of the country—as long as they can find a place outside of Dragonxia where people can still live."

This is not just an open conspiracy; it's a blatant act of dimensional reduction.

In this world where man-eating monsters roam the streets, Long Xia's multiple-choice question has only one correct answer.

Who would refuse a country that can turn poison gas into green rain, cut monsters down like grass, and provide you with chocolate and hot water in the apocalypse?

however.

Just as the entire command center was immersed in the joy of victory, and just as survivors around the world were shouting "Long live Longxia!"

Su Yun suddenly stopped eating potato chips.

His eyes, which had been somewhat nonchalant, suddenly narrowed, his gaze locking onto a corner at the far west of the map.

That's the westernmost point of Europe, on the Atlantic coast.

That's the furthest distance the Heroic Spirit Vanguard has advanced to date.

Through the shared full-map view of "Beacon Fire and Smoke," Su Yun witnessed an extremely bizarre scene through the eyes of a heroic soldier standing on a coastal cliff.

There is no night there.

There were no monsters either.

Above the mirror-like sea of ​​clouds, a layer of almost still... golden light spreads.

This light was supremely sacred, yet it exuded a coldness and aloofness that disregarded all living beings; even the sound of waves crashing against the rocks was swallowed up by its extreme purity.

What surprised Su Yun even more was that something was vaguely floating at the end of the radiance.

It is not an ordinary building.

Instead, it looked like a... gigantic gate, entirely constructed of countless spiraling halos and tens of thousands of pale white wings?