Just as he and his sister reached downstairs, a knock sounded at the door.

Chen Shouyi opened the door, and a group of soldiers came in. The leading officer, a captain, said solemnly, "Chief Advisor Chen, according to wartime temporary regulations and Martial Artist discipline rules, you have been drafted."

Chen Shouyi felt a heavy weight in his heart; in fact, when he heard the knocking, he already had some suspicion.

Martial Artists have always been quasi-military personnel. Once it's wartime, they have the obligation of mandatory conscription, though this rule doesn't manifest during peacetime, and no Martial Artists are drafted. Now, it's evidently the most critical time.

Chen Shouyi looked at the soldiers, who were mere ordinary people, and felt silent in his heart. From their faces, he could see their unease and fear, but more so, their determination and resolve.

He feared death; remembering the terrifying gods in the Memory Space made his hair stand on end, and he felt no will to fight. However, looking at these soldiers, his words turned into: "Alright!."

His blood hadn't turned cold yet. If he were a civilian, it would be understandable to hide, but as a great Martial Artist with immense power, he couldn't shamelessly hide in a dark corner and let the soldiers risk their lives upfront.

"Brother, you can't go!" Chen Xingyue, standing beside him, panicked.

"I'll be fine; wait for my return!"

"Do you need any preparation?" The captain's expression softened, showing a bit of respect. He knew that even if the other party refused, they couldn't enforce it. If a great Martial Artist were angered, the soldiers holding guns here could be massacred in a short time.

"No need!"

Chen Shouyi said, already carrying what he should have. Before leaving, he turned and handed the briefcase with the Shell Lady to Chen Xingyue, saying solemnly, "I've left a gift for you inside. Remember to feed her honey... Also, take good care of Mom and Dad!"

"Brother!" Tears welled up in Chen Xingyue's eyes. She knew this was already an arrangement for after the event. She turned and shouted, "Dad, Mom! Come quickly to persuade brother!"

Seeing this, Chen Shouyi hurriedly said to the soldiers, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he swiftly walked forward, and the soldiers immediately trotted to keep pace.

...

A steam truck was parked at the entrance.

Half a minute later, having already seated on the truck, Chen Shouyi looked back at his family's villa.

Mrs. Chen and Chen Dawei waved desperately toward him, full of anxiety and worry. The sight made Chen Shouyi's eyes burn, and he clenched his heart hard, turned his head, leaned back against the carriage, looked up, and remained motionless.

Soon, Chen Shouyi and the soldiers stopped at the plaza of the City Government building.

...

On a battlefield filled with smoke.

Watchtowers turned into ruins, a tank cut in half, twisted artillery barrels, and the remnants of corpses scattered all over.

A colossal Giant strode over the flames left by the white phosphorus incendiary bullet, and as He passed, the flames automatically moved aside.

At this time, the beast skin wrapped around His waist, which still shone brilliantly even on Earth, was already tattered. His body was black and gray, even with strands of golden blood at His lips, nostrils, and ears, looking quite ragged.

This was caused by His accidental entry into a trap set by these Blasphemers.

The intense explosion launched Him, swept by a terrifying airwave. If He hadn't keenly sensed danger and decisively stopped at the periphery, He might have been severely injured or even fallen.

Nevertheless, He felt extremely weak.

Gods, as immortal high-level beings, are fundamentally different from ordinary life.

The moment He became a Demigod, contacted the Plane Origin, and received Original Force infusion, He would condense a divine body based on the laws comprehended.

This body has an energy-like nature, with immortal properties, no longer needing to eat to sustain life activities but relying on the supply of Divine Fire (Divine Power should be used sparingly, as it's precious to any god).

However, even though this divine body condensed using the Plane Origin is powerful, its drawbacks are also present: once injured, it is extremely difficult to recover, and serious injuries may require decades or even centuries of slumber for gradual recovery.

Of course, if Divine Power is abundant, the recovery time would be greatly shortened.

Therefore, once becoming True Gods, all gods would spend significant energy and Divine Power to construct their nests, building them into impregnable fortresses. Their true bodies rarely venture out to avoid unforeseen disasters, mostly operating through avatars.

...

At this moment, He slightly tilted His head to dodge a sniper bullet.

His gaze sharply turned to the left, at a frantic figure six hundred meters away, who shed disguise and began to flee. He cursed, "Damn Blasphemer!"

The next moment, with a "boom" of sonic booms, His figure instantly vanished.

Although His running speed had slowed significantly, He could still easily surpass the speed of sound. In just under two seconds, the soldier was seized in His grasp.

However, the soldier was covered in blood, already lifeless, leaving Him with nowhere to vent His fury.

This time, His keen ears heard a sizzling sound, discovering the mortal warrior's chest tied with dozens of iron lumps. Before He could react and throw away the body, His massive hand exploded into a burst of raging fire, instantly pulverizing the soldier's body, flesh flying.

He spread His already blackened hand wide, a fierce and sinister expression on His face, as intense anger surged from His heart to His mind, roaring at the sky with a thunderous sound wave.

"Foolish and vile mortals, my mercy and tolerance have been exhausted..."

His words were cut short by a rain-like torrent of cannon fire.

In a half-collapsed watchtower far ahead, a soldier previously knocked unconscious by the Giant's roar struggled to stand up, operated a half-human-tall giant double-barreled cannon, and desperately shot at the Giant.

The shells, mixed with sporadic tracer rounds, traced a path like a waving long whip.

However, the reflexes and thought speed of a God are exceedingly quick; these dense high-speed bullets could be easily dodged in His eyes. Slightly shifting His body, He dodged the foremost shells.

Then He moved against the direction of the cannon shots, advancing at a snake-like speed.

A few seconds later, with a bang, the double-barreled cannon, along with the soldier's body, was split in two.

He stood grim-faced with a War Axe amidst the ruins, breathing heavily, his body staggering, nearly dropping to his knees. Continuous high-intensity activity had worn Him down.

"This damned other world!" He cursed softly.

"Fortunately, most of the resisting forces have been eliminated. Not much combat is needed from now on."

He prepared to control this nation and get it on track, then return to the Tamu World to recover His wounds promptly.

He stood at the spot for a few minutes, slightly recovering strength, then took a step, spanning hundreds of meters, swiftly heading towards the Safe Zone by mystical guidance.

He sensed the powerful center of this nation residing there.

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