If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

The Pentagon, thousands of miles away.

In that brightly lit secret meeting room, where the world's most powerful figures gathered, the rich aroma of cigars and the clinking of crystal glasses were shattered by a sudden, horrified scream.

"No! This is impossible!"

Dr. Archibald Kane, the chief scientist of the "God's Forbidden Zone" project, sprang up from his seat in front of the screen like a mad bull.

His face, flushed from excessive excitement and alcohol, was now contorted with shock and rage, covered with horrifying blood-red lines.

On the screen, the last image transmitted through the eyes of "Tyrant Number One" is frozen and magnified with unparalleled clarity.

In the scene, a tall and upright soldier from China punches the most perfect and powerful creation in his eyes—the "Tyrant," which combines the most advanced biotechnology and genetic engineering of the United States—with a single, simple punch, causing its bones to shatter and forcing it to stagger backward!

It was a pure crushing of power, an absolute contempt of a higher-dimensional life form for a lower creation!

Immediately afterwards, the other split-screen displays also fell into eternal darkness one after another.

The last frames of footage before the signal was cut off formed a bizarre and mind-blowing nightmare, deeply imprinted on the retinas of every high-ranking official in the United States.

On the screen, the last thing that flashed by was an undetectable afterimage, as if it were just a frame misalignment from the camera, followed by a violent, dizzying tumble and complete darkness.

On the other screen, the final image was a vast expanse of white frost, the extreme cold capable of freezing steel to dust, seemingly able to see through the screen and drag this temperature-controlled conference room into an ice age.

What truly sent chills down the spines of these hard-hearted bigwigs, making their souls tremble, was the scene transmitted back from the last two screens.

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On a screen, a dragon-shaped phantom, over ten meters long and as solid as if cast in gold, roared out, exuding an imperial majesty that seemed to rule the world. It blasted a tyrant, along with the entire world in its eyes, into the most primitive particles! The data stream didn't even have time to be analyzed before it was reduced to zero.

The last screen recorded a giant, deep red blade of light, burning with intense energy, flashing by in an instant.

The blade of light silently tore open the tyrant's chest, which was even tougher than the composite armor of a tank. Then, without slowing down, it left a terrifying, bottomless scar on the mountain wall hundreds of meters away!

The next second, a delayed, muffled, thunderous roar came from the audio receiver on that screen!

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked!

The bigwigs in the conference room, who usually strategize and treat the world like a chessboard, all jumped up from their chairs, dropping their wine glasses, cigars, and documents to the floor without even noticing.

"What the hell is this?! Tell me, what the hell is this?!"

The gray-haired four-star general had lost all his previous composure and elegance. Like a lion that had been completely enraged, he grabbed the head of the intelligence department by the collar and roared wildly.

His spittle sprayed all over the other person's face.

"General... based on... based on all the intelligence we currently possess regarding the extraordinary powers of the Dragon Kingdom..."

The intelligence chief was deathly pale, his lips trembling, barely able to utter a complete sentence. With trembling fingers, he pulled up a file on the control panel beside him that was triple-encrypted and marked "Top Secret".

On the cover of the file were only two Eastern characters that they couldn't understand, but which conveyed a profound sense of history.

Kunlun.

"Kunlun...this is the 'Kunlun' of the Dragon Kingdom?!" A senior advisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked more ashen than if his father had died. He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with bewilderment and fear after his worldview had shattered. "They are not an army...they...they are a group of gods!"

The previous Wolf Warrior squadron, though as tenacious as a group of unkillable cockroaches, was ultimately made of flesh and blood in the face of the tyrant, and ultimately subject to the laws of physics.

But what about this group of people now?

His body fell from a height of a thousand meters and remained completely unharmed.

A fist can deliver an impact force far exceeding that of a heavy cannon.

The most outrageous thing is that they can actually create energy blades, dragon phantoms, and absolute zero ice out of thin air!

How can this be considered modern warfare?

This is fucking exorcism! It's mythology invading reality!

"My God..." A congressman responsible for the budget slumped to the ground, muttering, "We spent hundreds of billions of dollars, manufactured a bunch of toys, to challenge a group of...mages?"

Dr. Kane slumped back into his chair, his eyes vacant, muttering words incomprehensible to outsiders: "It doesn't conform to the law of conservation of energy...mass condensing out of thin air... annihilation at the cellular level...this isn't genetic technology, this isn't...science..."

His proud scientific worldview, built upon countless data and experiments, was utterly shattered the moment he saw the golden dragon shadow and the fiery blade.

Is the end of science really theology?

A deathly silence fell over the meeting room. All that could be heard was the pounding of each person's own heart.

Those five tyrants were the ultimate weapons they created by exhausting their national strength, resources, and efforts; they were weapons capable of changing the nature of warfare.

They had even rehearsed their speech in front of the champagne tower, rehearsing their post-victory speech showcasing the United States' unparalleled technological dominance to the world.

But now, their trump card, their confidence, their dreams, have been crushed like a fragile bubble by the opponent's few "miraculous" attacks, leaving not even a ripple.

"It's the President's encrypted line!"

The White House liaison officer's sharp voice, like a needle, pierced the frozen air.

No one dared to pick it up.

They could not explain to the man who held the highest power in the country why they had spent a huge sum of money—enough to win a local war—only to suffer a humiliating defeat in less than five minutes, a one-sided massacre.

It's even more inexplicable that the Dragon Kingdom, from which myth or legend, summoned such a group of...unreasonable monsters!

"Increase investment! We must spare no expense to increase investment in the 'God's Forbidden Zone' project!"

The four-star general slammed his fist on the conference table, leaving a clear fist mark on the sturdy alloy surface.

His eyes were bloodshot, devoid of the arrogance and composure of before, replaced only by a kind of madness and desperate gamble driven to the edge of a cliff!

"Dr. Kane! I don't care what methods you use! I want something stronger! I want a 'tyrant' that can fight against 'spells'! I want a weapon that can slay gods! Money is no problem, technology is no problem, and ethics are no problem!"

"And another thing!" He abruptly turned to the intelligence chief, his voice hoarse as if a demon crawled out of hell. "Activate 'Pandora'! Since they're not playing by the rules, let's overturn the table! Let's release all those 'things' we've locked deep underground!"

"I will drag the entire world into this war between gods and demons!"

"The era of conventional warfare is over! Now that they have opened the gates of the gods, then we will... unleash all the evil spirits and make the entire world pay for our defeat!"

His words, like a black lightning bolt, struck the hearts of everyone present.

The fear in everyone's eyes was gradually replaced by a deeper kind of madness.

A brand new, chaotic arms race, capable of destroying an entire civilization, has inevitably begun its bloody prelude from this moment on.

And that fuse was the very same figure that had just appeared on the border of the Dragon Kingdom, easily wiping out the five "tyrants" like a god.