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Chapter 235 You come and I go
Inside the living room of Su Yun's villa, a huge projection screen displayed several battlefield scenes, showing in real time this war controlled by a power unimaginable to mortals.

Venerable White's fingertips swirled with spiritual energy, outlining a more detailed spiritual energy flow diagram on the projector. He commented with great interest: "The resonance of the Ganges ley lines is very stable. Brahma's power of creation has made its foundation solid. That brute Thor will indeed be unable to break through it in a short time."

Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, his eyes narrowed as he watched the scene in the Nile Valley: "Over in Egypt, young friend Yang Jian and the two Qiaos are moving very quickly. The 'Root of the Deep' property of Ouroboros is perfectly integrated with the ocean's ley lines, and the brilliance of Ra's solar ship is being obscured by 'Life Pollution,' and their home advantage is being eroded."

Night fell like the Red Sea, its waves lapping the beach with a rusty glow. Yang Jian's ghostly eyes slowly moved within their sockets, and Geheros's "Destructive Gaze" cast a distorted crimson trail across the sea through his vision. Wherever the trail passed, the waves instantly condensed into reddish-brown crystals, as if the seawater had been forcibly oxidized into rusty iron filings.

Su Yun crossed his arms, a playful smirk on his lips: "After all, they have no territory of their own to defend, so naturally they'll stir up trouble. I wonder what kind of expression Ra, the god of sunlight, is making in Egypt now."

On the screen, the Nile Valley was indeed shrouded in a layer of ever-spreading, swirling dark green mist. The once-glorious beams of the solar boat became dim and indistinct, like gold covered in dust.

Faintly, one can hear Ra's majestic yet furious roar, along with Fatima's urgent prayers, coming from the scene.

On the shore of the Red Sea, the figures of the two Qiaos blended into the vines and mist, the purple light of the Hermit faintly appearing in the depths of the green mist, carrying a strange vitality and corrosiveness.

The wisteria vines of the Two Joes have woven a giant net on the seabed, and the mycelium of Ouroboros is proliferating wildly along the cracks in the earth's veins.

“Ra’s solar ship is calibrating its orbit,” Yang Jian whispered, his Ghost Eye catching the high-frequency energy pulses coming from the direction of the Nile Valley. “He wants to use the power of the sun to purify the pollution of the earth’s veins.”

As Ra's golden light pierced through the clouds, vines suddenly sprang up, creating a writhing green curtain on the sea. The golden light struck the green curtain, eerily refracting into a seven-colored halo. Where the halo landed, seashells on the beach began to twist and deform, transforming into screaming human faces.

"This Outer God's power is quite useful." Joseph Joestar whistled, looking at the countless tiny tentacles appearing on the green screen. "But this thing looks really ugly."

Beneath the obelisk of the Luxor Temple in Fatima, the phantom of Ra unfurled into enormous wings of light behind her. The instant the green screen distorted the golden light, the sun boat tattoo on her wrist suddenly burned, and a divine roar echoed in her mind: "Mortals and outward gods, how dare you defile the sun's path!"

Twelve sun gates appeared in the sky above the Nile Valley, each unleashing a scorching sandstorm. The sandstorms landed and transformed into undead warriors clad in golden armor, their bronze spears hurtling towards the Red Sea coast.

Yang Jian's eyes flashed red, and the Ghost Domain instantly unfolded. The Ghost Domain was infused with the power of the Outer God. The moment those undead warriors stepped into the Ghost Domain, their golden armor rusted and peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into dust.

"They seem to be reorganizing?" Er Qiao reminded her.

Golden particles of light surged from the rusted remains of the undead warriors, rapidly coalescing into a giant warrior. Yang Jian sneered, his ghostly eyes spreading bloodshot: "Then let them be completely destroyed."

The seawater covered by the ghost realm began to boil, and dark red droplets seeped from the surface of the rocks on the shore, as if the earth was bleeding. The reconstituted golden warriors had just taken a step when their bodies melted as if corroded by strong acid. The light particles struggled in the air for a moment before finally turning into a wisp of green smoke.

"Young friend Song Shuhang over there..." Zhuge Kongming turned his gaze to another scene, which showed an uninhabited area deep in the Pacific Ocean. The seawater was an ominous dark green, and a huge whirlpool was slowly rotating. At the center of the whirlpool, there seemed to be a huge shadow writhing.

At this moment, Song Shuhang was sitting cross-legged on a small speedboat powered by spiritual energy, looking helplessly at the twisted octopus head tattoo on his wrist. He could feel a huge but chaotic power, like a deep-sea current, coming from the other end of the contract, as well as a strong desire to continue sleeping. Helplessly, he transmitted his thoughts: "Brother Bo Gang... oh no, President Ke, can we be a little more alert? The fighting has already started."

Yang Jian, Song Shuhang, and others were not the only ones taking action. Apart from the fact that everything was calm domestically thanks to Su Yun and Venerable Bai's presence, other countries caught up in this divine war were also frantically searching for a way out.

"Sir! It's confirmed! Those humans surrounding the gods are indeed key." An intelligence officer pointed to the faces of Amir, Lars, Elena, and others, which were highlighted on the screen. "Based on what we know, this war between gods has rules, and these humans—if you kill them, the corresponding god will be forced to withdraw!"

A general, his eyes sharp, said, “Inform our special operations team in India to look for an opportunity to target that young man named Amir. Use non-nuclear precision strike weapons, or… the best snipers.”

Greece, Egypt, Northern Europe… all the countries with such contractors quickly analyzed this rule and immediately activated their highest-level protection plans. At the same time… they searched for contractors from other countries and eliminated them at all costs.

The war between the gods instantly transformed into an assassination and protection operation led by mortals, centered around the vulnerable "contractors," with invisible smoke of battle permeating every corner of the real world.

On the Skagen Peninsula, Lars Nelson stood on a cliff overlooking the sea, feeling the surging power emanating from the Trendrag ley lines beneath his feet. News of Thor's failed first attack had arrived through the pact, but far from being discouraged, the young Viking descendant's eyes blazed with an even fiercer fighting spirit.

Just now, Thor delivered a message that his father would handle the gods in the Ganges River basin, and they could move on to other regions.

At the same time, the altar on the Ganges Plain suddenly shook. Brahma's four heads turned to the northwest, shooting out four beams of golden light, which formed a giant Sanskrit barrier in mid-air.

“Odin’s ravens have penetrated three layers of defense.” Cold sweat beaded on Amir’s forehead as he looked at the claw marks appearing on the barrier. “They’re marking the ley line nodes.”

Brahma's voice carried a hint of solemnity: "The one-eyed dragon of the Norse is playing a new trick; he wants to sever the resonance between the earth and our spiritual veins."

Before the words were even finished, the ground on the east side of the altar suddenly cracked open, and a giant bull engulfed in black flames burst forth from the earth. The bull's hooves shattered three spirit towers, and wherever the flames passed, the golden veins of light in the earth broke apart like burning cotton threads.

"This is a fragment of Nidhogghogg!?" Amir exclaimed in shock. He sensed the origin of this giant bull and the black dragon gnawing at the roots of the World Tree through the contract. "Odin actually released this calamity?"

"It's alright." Brahma's fourth face slowly opened, his eyes gleaming with the primordial light of creation. "Let him see what true creation and destruction are."

Suddenly, the center of the altar cracked open, from which countless tiny specks of light surged forth. The specks of light landed and transformed into phantom images of monks holding scriptures, chanting ancient Vedic texts. The black flames melted away like snow upon encountering the scriptures.

The giant bull roared angrily and rammed its head into the nearest monk, but upon contact it turned into a cloud of light dust, reforming into a miniature World Tree, which in turn became part of Brahma's power.

(End of this chapter)