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

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the cold wind was no longer biting, but instead carried the nauseating smell of warm, humid Mediterranean air currents.

If the thunderbolt that just struck from the sky was meant to establish authority, then what happened next was a thousand times more unbearable for a Chinese scholar like Li Guodong than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Zeus didn't even bother to glance at the mortals at his feet, who looked like ants. He waved his scepter casually, like a picky tenant pointing out flaws in a newly rented, unfinished apartment.

"It's too desolate."

"Too barbaric."

"Not...elegant enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Kunlun Mountains changed dramatically.

The original rugged and ancient bluish-gray rocks, sculpted by wind and snow over millions of years, began to twist and soften, eventually transforming into pure white and delicate marble that exudes a so-called "noble" but is actually full of nouveau riche vibes.

The ancient pines and cypresses, which grew tenaciously in the cracks of rocks and symbolized the spirit of Chinese civilization, withered rapidly under the erosion of divine power. Then they were forcibly pulled up and transformed into groves of olive trees with glossy leaves.

The Buzhou Mountain cliffs, which should have stood majestically at the center of the world, representing the "pillar of heaven," have now sprouted something even more ridiculous. Huge Doric-style stone pillars have risen from the ground, with exquisite reliefs and intricate scrollwork decorations, forcibly covering the rugged mountain body.

In the blink of an eye, this sacred mountain, which bears witness to the origin of Chinese mythology and the stories of Gonggong's anger and Nuwa's patching up of the sky, has been transformed into a huge, Western-style, and incongruous Olympian temple.

This is hardly a matter of borrowing a route.

This is clearly an attempt to erase the concept of "Huaxia" from its very source, and then build their own illegal structures on this foundation!

"Stop...stop it!!"

Li Guodong lay sprawled in the snowdrift, his voice hoarse from shouting. He crawled forward on all fours, his fingernails digging into the white soil that didn't belong there, drawing blood.

He saw Hermes standing in front of a stone tablet that was half buried in the ground.

This is an ancient pre-Qin stele that an archaeological team risked their lives to excavate in the last century. The two characters "Buzhou" are engraved on it in ancient seal script, and every stroke conveys the desolation and heroism of that era.

Hermes tilted his head, kicked the stone tablet with his winged sandals, and wore a cruel smile.

"What is this? A mark left by the local indigenous people?"

The Greek god of commerce and travel tapped the stone tablet with his caduceus, producing a crisp "clang." "Too crude," he said, "it doesn't even understand the golden ratio. It's just an eyesore."

After saying that, he kicked it as if it were a broken brick on the side of the road.

collapse!

This ancient stele, which had stood for thousands of years in the extreme cold, was thus kicked into the abyss.

Instead, a gleaming gold plaque inscribed with the Greek word "Olympus" floated in mid-air, its light so intense it hurt the eyes.

"No--!!!"

Li Guodong let out a mournful cry.

In that instant, he felt that what he had been kicked down was not a stone, but his lifelong faith and the five thousand years of dignity of this land.

The humiliation of having one's culture trampled on, one's ancestral grave dug up, and then having spit in it made this man in his sixties tremble all over, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Robbers...you bunch of uncultured robbers!"

Li Guodong shouted himself hoarse.

Hermes ignored him and turned to Zeus with a smile, saying, "Father, although the 'rules' here are stubborn, as long as we replace the so-called 'dragon vein' foundation with our system, this land will soon become Olympus's backyard."

Zeus nodded in satisfaction, his gaze drifting towards the distant, faintly visible eastern hinterland.

"Then let's speed things up."

"Let the world understand what a true miracle is, and what... the assimilation of civilization is."

……

Command Hall.

The huge electronic screens that were originally used to display the topography of the country are now filled with scarlet alarms.

If the previous mythical arrivals were merely point-to-point "local conflicts," then with the opening of the "back door" of Kunlun Mountain, it has evolved into a full-scale "burglary."

Long Yi stood in front of the command platform, his hands clenched tightly.

To make matters worse...

"Report! A giant wolf, larger than a tank, has appeared on the northern border of the Black River defense line! Based on its characteristics, it is a offspring of Fenrir, the wolf from Norse mythology!"

The home screen suddenly switched.

On the icy plains ravaged by wind and snow, countless black behemoths were galloping across the frozen river. Their breath was like thick fog, and each landing shook the ice with a cracking sound.

"Report! Southern Xinjiang requests assistance!"

Another screen switched to a scene where the once calm Mekong River appeared to be boiling. Countless monsters with human bodies and snake tails, wielding steel forks, were swimming downstream—the Nagas and Asuras from Hindu mythology. Wherever they passed, the river turned purplish-black, and the vegetation on both banks withered instantly.

"A massive tsunami has been detected in the East China Sea! There are...eight heads reflected in the waves! It's the projection of the Yamata no Orochi! The three coastal fortresses have been placed on high alert!"

A four-faced song.

The whole world is our enemy.

This whole mythological system was like sharks smelling blood; seeing Zeus kick open the door, they all swarmed in, eager to get a piece of the pie.

"Great, that's wonderful."

Long Yi laughed angrily, "So you think that just because a thief broke into our house, anyone can come in and kick it?"

Qin Shuangyue said, "The most troublesome place is the west! Olympus brought not only the main gods, but the Kunlun Pass has now become a monster's lair, with large numbers of chimeras and cyclopes pouring into the interior! That's our heartland!"

The scene shifts to the Western Theater Command.

The once desolate, uninhabited Gobi Desert is now a dark, dense mass.

Monsters that only exist in Western oil paintings and horror stories are now running wildly across the land of Longxia.

Especially those cyclops, each one was more than ten stories tall, carrying a whole tree uprooted from the mountain in their hands, taking a stride of dozens of meters, and the earth trembled under their feet.