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

This order was instantly transmitted to every frontline combat unit via "Beacon Fire WIFI," which now covered half of the planet.

If the previous advance was like a road roller, then the current Longxia army is like a Formula One race car with nitrous oxide acceleration.

Southern part of the peninsula, outside Busan Port.

Park Dong-soo carried his five-year-old daughter on his back, and he had already lost one of his shoes, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Behind him, darkness surged in like a tide; it wasn't nightfall, but some indescribable shadow swallowing the light. He glanced back and saw only a few enormous tentacles dragging an abandoned cruise ship to the bottom of the sea in the distance, as if some myth was unfolding.

"Don't look back! Run!" An older man next to him grabbed him.

Park Dong-soo gritted his teeth, feeling as if his lungs were on fire.

Just ahead, right ahead!

The towering crimson smoke billowed into the sky, like a boundary forcibly separating night and day. Within the area shrouded by the smoke, the golden light was warm and steady, and countless Longxia soldiers clad in exoskeleton armor were constructing defensive lines.

"Halt! This is a military control zone!"

A Longxia soldier raised his hand, signaling the crowd to stop.

Park Dong-soo's heart sank. Oh no, was he going to have to do another check? Were they going to show his passport again? Who would carry that thing around at a time like this?

However, the soldier merely glanced at the group of refugees' pitiful appearance, did not ask for any documents, and instead pointed to a high-speed scanner next to them.

"Everyone, line up for security! Those without any source of infection, go to the left, there's hot soup and bread there! Those with wounds, go to the right, the medics are over there!"

There was no harassment, no interrogation.

Park Dong-soo walked shakily past the scanner, and a green light beeped.

He was shoved and stumbled as he squeezed into the golden light curtain.

In that instant, the cold, the fear, and the oppressive feeling of being devoured by monsters vanished. It was as if he had stepped back from hell to the human world.

"Korean dignity? To hell with dignity!" Park Dong-soo stared at the still-steaming self-heating rice in his hand, tears and snot streaming down his face. He shoveled the rice into his mouth, mumbling to his daughter in his arms, "Daughter, remember this taste. This is the taste of being alive."

In this golden light, monsters cannot enter, and even the King of Hell has to offer cigarettes at the door.

……

At the same time, at another evacuation point.

Amy and her classmates were standing in a long line.

"Get out of the way! I'm the congressman's wife! I have priority!"

A plump woman wearing a mink coat and carrying a crocodile skin bag went berserk, pushing aside the students queuing in front of her and trying to rush towards the Longxia army's checkpoint.

"My husband had dinner with your ambassador! Let me go first!"

The fat woman screamed, her greased face contorted with terror. The surrounding refugees dared not speak out, for in the old order, such people did indeed enjoy privileges.

However, those guarding the checkpoint were not ordinary soldiers.

A semi-transparent, golden-armored heroic spirit captain slowly floated down. His eyes, burning with golden light, coldly glared at the fat woman.

"Here, the only privileges are for the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and pregnant women."

"If you cut in line again, I'll throw you out."

The fat woman froze, a sense of oppression emanating from her very soul made her legs go weak, and she collapsed to the ground, a foul stench spreading out around her.

Amy watched this scene with immense satisfaction. She clutched the small booklet she had just received tightly in her hand.

This isn't a passport; it's a temporary "Longxia Unofficial Personnel ID Card." It's just a printed piece of paper, without even a photo, only a simple number and QR code.

But at this moment, this piece of paper is a million times more precious than any green card or black card.

It was Amy's turn.

The young female soldier in charge of registration looked up at her and handed her a box: "We only have Kung Pao Chicken flavor left. Can you handle spicy food?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Amy nodded vigorously, even though she had never eaten spicy food in her life.

The female soldier smiled and stamped her temporary ID with a snap: "Welcome to the protection of China. Go inside, don't wander around, there will be a shuttle bus soon."

Amy held the box as if it were the Holy Grail. She stepped into the golden circle and glanced back outside.

The nobility, elegance, and gentlemanly conduct that were once touted were shattered in the face of the apocalyptic monsters, revealing their utter ugliness. These "barbarians" from the East, this army once demonized by Western media, used the simplest, most brutal, and even somewhat tyrannical methods to give them the last vestiges of human dignity and respect.

So what reason did she have to refuse to join?

……

In front of the presidential palace bunker of a small Southeast Asian country.

The commander of the mechanized division was looking at a pile of documents in front of him with a worried expression.

"Hey buddy, what are you going to do with this map and mineral distribution map?" The battalion commander scratched his bulletproof helmet and looked at President Basong, who was all smiles.

Basong rubbed his hands together: "Sir, this is our pledge of loyalty! It's all here! Our country's lithium mines, rare earth resources, and several ports—all yours! No need to rent, we'll deliver them directly! All you have to do is let our people into that circle… even just setting up tents on the outermost edge will do!"

Just now, Basong witnessed a three-headed hellhound charge into the neighboring country's defenses, devouring a camp that didn't want to join Longxia like it was eating spicy snacks. Meanwhile, Longxia's army only needed a few golden cannonballs to reduce the hellhound to dust.

If you don't latch onto this powerful figure, you're out of your mind.

"We don't need autonomy! We really don't!" Basong was so anxious he was practically jumping up and down, afraid they would refuse. "Even if you just recruit me as a company commander... no, a platoon leader would be fine! I was an outstanding cadet in military academy!"

The group leader's lips twitched. This was hardly a head of state; he was clearly a passenger trying to evade payment and get on the train.

He reluctantly connected to command: "Report, the president of a certain country we just rescued insists on handing over his entire country to us, and we can't stop him. Yes, it's that Basong. Okay, I got it."

After hanging up the call, the commander tucked the documents under his arm and waved to Basong: "Alright, put these away. The higher-ups said we've taken the territory and the people, and will provide them with shelter."

"Thank you, thank you!" Basong was overjoyed.

……

Longxia, the highest command hall.

Su Yun stood in front of the huge holographic dome, looking at the world map.

The previously scattered red areas now resembled highly concentrated red ink dropped into clear water, spreading and blurring outwards at an astonishing speed.

Every second, tens of thousands of people flood into Longxia's protective circle; every minute, a city on the verge of destruction is raised with Longxia's red flag.

As his territory expanded rapidly, Su Yun could clearly sense that some kind of shackles were breaking down.

The concept of "national borders," which has always limited the scope of his skills, is becoming blurred and subsequently restructured.

[A significant increase in the area under the actual control of the "Dragon Summer Federation" has been detected...]

[A surge in public support has been detected...]

[The skill "Territory is Territory" judgment range is being reset...]

[Current skill coverage: All of Asia, parts of Eastern Europe, North African coast...]

An unprecedented sense of fulfillment filled my heart. It was a grand feeling of resonating with the pulse of the earth.

But Su Yun did not smile.

He stared at the increasingly clear and terrifying mythological projections at the edge of the screen. The shadows of the giant trees of Northern Europe seemed to crush the heavens, the thunder of Greece was brewing a world-ending blow, and the turmoil at the bottom of the Indian Ocean triggered a global tsunami.

Those "gods" who are trying to squeeze into the real world have already poked half their bodies in.

"Not enough."

Su Yun muttered to herself.

The surrounding countries were deeply influenced by Longxia culture and integrated quickly. However, in the western regions, although people came here to survive, their eyes were still filled with fear and unease.

They didn't understand Longxia enough, and they didn't know if this ancient Eastern kingdom truly possessed the power to turn the tide in this apocalyptic era of mythological revival. Fear is contagious; if this problem wasn't addressed, Longxia's expansion would forever remain merely physical occupation, not spiritual conquest.

"We need to give them a reassurance. A reassurance big enough to make them kneel down and worship us."

Su Yun closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his mind.

Now that the spell's range covers most of Earth, it's time to try out that skill.

That skill, powerful enough to overturn the apocalypse and change the world—

[Mending the sky and bathing the sun].