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

Niagara, Africa.

This once tourist port city has now become a living hell.

The global upheaval and resulting panic became the final straw. Local warlords and thugs completely lost control, driving pickup trucks and mounting machine guns like a pack of hyenas smelling blood, tearing through the city in a frenzy.

Outside the walls of the Longxia embassy in the area, a massive crowd was storming the gates.

Molotov cocktails rained down, flames shooting into the sky.

"Officer Chen! We can't hold on! They have heavy weapons! The gate is about to collapse!"

A young counselor, his face covered in blood, clutched a fire extinguisher, his voice trembling with tears.

Behind him stood hundreds of overseas Chinese shivering in the hall. Among them were engineers who had helped with the construction, merchants, and several women holding children.

Old Chen spat out the half-chewed cigarette butt from his mouth and cocked his Type 92 pistol.

He was forty-five years old, a retired special forces soldier, his face as black as charcoal, with an old scar still visible above his left eyebrow. His crisp military uniform was now so tarnished by smoke that its original color was unrecognizable, but his epaulets remained gleaming.

"We have to hold on, even if we can't!"

Old Chen kicked aside the sandbags blocking his way, his eyes fierce like those of a protective old wolf. "As long as I'm breathing, these bastards won't step foot in here!"

Although he could have left on his own with his skills as a Gunsmith, as a soldier who had sworn an oath under the red flag, he ultimately stayed without hesitation.

boom--!

With a deafening crash, the gate finally gave way and was violently rammed open by a modified truck. Amidst billowing dust, hundreds of thugs wielding machetes and carrying AK-47s surged in like a black tide bursting its banks, howling as they entered.

"beat!"

Old Chen roared, firing his dual pistols rapidly. His skill activated; his shots were precise and deadly, each bullet taking down a leading thug. The brief burst of fire caused the surging crowd to momentarily halt.

However, there were simply too many enemies.

In the crowd, a one-eyed leader hid behind cover, a cunning glint in his eyes. He didn't aim at Old Chen, but instead grinned maliciously, raised his gun, and pointed it past Old Chen's defenses at the unarmed women and children in the hall.

Da da da da!

Flames spewed out.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

Old Chen didn't have time to think; his body acted faster than his brain. He lunged forward, spreading his arms wide like a wall, firmly blocking the women and children.

"Old Chen!!!" His colleague behind him let out a heart-wrenching roar.

At such close range, rifle fire.

They'll be riddled with bullets.

Old Chen closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, waiting for the searing pain, waiting for the end of his life. His only regret was not being able to make one last phone call to his daughter at home.

We must hold them off... there are hundreds of lives behind us.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A series of rapid, cracking sounds exploded in his chest, like popping beans.

Old Chen's body trembled violently, and the huge impact pushed him backward several meters, leaving two charred marks on the tile floor with the soles of his shoes.

But...it doesn't hurt?

He looked down in surprise.

He saw that on his chest, the uniform that should have been ripped to shreds only had a few faint white marks. The bullets that should have pierced his heart and torn his lungs were now lying at his feet like a pile of scrap metal.

It wasn't just him.

He saw countless golden threads appear in the air, densely packed, like a giant cocoon, enveloping every one of his compatriots behind him.

The thugs were stunned.

The one-eyed man looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Incredulously, he pulled the trigger again, shooting Old Chen in the head once more.

boom!

The bullet hit him right between the eyebrows.

But the moment it touched the skin, a flash of golden light appeared.

Old Chen only felt a flick on his forehead with a finger, and his head tilted back slightly. The bullet was sent flying, ricocheting off the ceiling and shattering a chandelier.

"FXXK! Monster! They are monsters!"

The thugs had never seen anything like this before. Africa is already impoverished, and professionals almost never choose to stay here.

This left them dumbfounded when they witnessed this miraculous scene.

How can we fight like this?

Is this the kind of body a human could have? It can't even be penetrated by bullets?

Instantly, the remaining thugs, seeing the situation was not good, turned and ran.

Unfortunately, Old Chen and his men had already reacted and opened fire on them without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!

The one-eyed leader was the first to suffer. He had just turned around when a bullet pierced the back of his head. He staggered a couple of steps and fell to the ground.

Other rioters followed closely behind.

Without having to worry about the damage from the gun, Old Chen took the lead and chased after the thugs, shooting them one by one.

Within a minute, there were no thugs left standing on the field.

Huff, huff!

After a long while, Old Chen, who had stopped working, gradually came to his senses.

Immediately afterward, doubt arose in his mind.

"So, what's with this golden shield? Is it a miracle?"

He looked down at the gold thread around his heart.

The golden threads were both solid and ethereal, brilliant and warm. In a daze, he seemed to understand something.

My nose tingled, and my eyes welled up with tears.

Just a moment ago, at the very instant he was about to die.

A vast, ocean-like power descended upon him.

This is not a miracle.

These are his comrades-in-arms back home, his parents in his hometown, the old lady selling breakfast on the street, and the children reading aloud in school...

It was 1.4 billion compatriots who crossed mountains and seas, each of them reaching out a hand and gently patting his chest.

The damage from that burst of bullets was spread among 1.4 billion people.

No bullet in this world can penetrate the wall made of 1.4 billion people's flesh and blood!

"Military officer...we..." The overseas Chinese behind him walked up, trembling.

They saw it too.

A golden line appeared in everyone's field of vision. The end of the line pointed towards the harbor, where a bright red flag was fluttering in the sea breeze.

That was the Longxia evacuation fleet that had come at full speed from the Gulf of Aden.

"Walk!"

Old Chen wiped his face, his voice hoarse yet frighteningly loud.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! Follow this line!"

"The government has come to pick us up!"

"No one can hurt us! We have people behind us! People are protecting us!"

The team started moving.

No navigation or guide is needed.

That golden line is the most accurate road sign.

In the shadows of the street, the surviving Westerners and locals looked at the group of Longxia people shrouded in golden light with incomprehensible shock and an almost insane jealousy.

Why?

Why does God not save us, but save those who do not believe in Him?

Why do they have light on them?

Why do disasters sometimes seem to favor one another?

A Western journalist with a broken leg leaned against the ruins, his camera trembling as he captured this incredible scene:

Amidst the devastated ruins, a group of Longxia people stood in neat rows, radiating a divine glow. Like a chosen people pardoned by the gods, guided by a golden thread, they crossed the fire line unscathed and headed towards the sea.

Behind them, however, lay the cries of despair from those abandoned by God.

This is a brutal selection process.

Only those whose bloodlines are recognized by that ancient civilization can board Noah's Ark.

……

Kunlun Palace Villa No. 1.

Good news has begun to come from various countries. Based on the golden beacon above each person's head, the rescue team has successfully located many overseas compatriots.

With the help of Su Yun's skills, danger can no longer be an obstacle to rescue.

More and more people are even spontaneously starting to organize rescue efforts.

However, at this time...

The data on the big screen began to show red warnings.

[Warning! The public's injury threshold is rising!]

Although the average number of injuries sustained per person is minor, the frequency is too high, causing physical discomfort...

The scene then cuts back to China.

Long lines began forming at the hospital, with many people feeling aches and pains all over their bodies, as if they had a severe cold. Others experienced unexplained nosebleeds or small bruises on their skin.

Although not fatal, it is a gradual depletion that accumulates over time.

After all, the world outside is truly apocalyptic, and every second, tens of thousands of our compatriots are in danger. These 1.4 billion people are physically enduring the combined damage from global natural and man-made disasters.

"Comrade Su Yun," Qin Shuangyue said, looking at the soaring numbers, "this can't go on. Although it's not fatal, the physical burden on the people will only increase, especially on the elderly and children..."

"I know."

Su Yun noticed it too.

His eyes hardened.

How could he let the people, who have entrusted the fate of the nation to him, suffer?

Release the skill again.

[Host's intention detected...]

[The F-rank skill "Healing Totem" is being cast...]

[Judging in progress... The talent "Territory is Territory" has intervened.]

[Approved. Current coverage area: 960 million square kilometers.]

[Skill level detected as too low, unable to match current range... Extracting historical context... Reshaping concepts...]

[Skill mutation complete.]

then.

A timely rain fell across the entire country.