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

A hoarse, cracking roar pierced through the rain.

All the soldiers present, regardless of how many bandages they were wrapped in or whether their wounds had reopened, straightened their spines and raised their right arms sharply, their fingertips touching their eyebrows.

Not far away, a corner of the refugee camp.

Young Amu, holding his sister's hand, stared blankly at the rain-soaked red flag. He didn't understand Longxia's complicated military salute, but he understood what gratitude meant. If it weren't for the person on the stretcher being nailed there like a nail, he and his sister would have long been rotten flesh inside the monster's belly.

"Aya, kneel down."

Amu, pulling his sister along, ignored the mud and pebbles on the ground and knelt down heavily.

"That's a hero. Bow down to the hero."

Amu buried his head deep in the mud, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, and didn't lift it for a long time. Behind him, tens of thousands of surviving refugees knelt down in a dark mass. The rain pattered, and in this gray world, countless low, suppressed sobs merged together, more deafening than thunder.

……

Kunlun Palace, Conference Room No. 1.

The main lights were off; only the eerie blue glow from the holographic sand table illuminated everyone's faces, making their expressions appear exceptionally gloomy. The air felt thick and suffocating.

"Snapped!"

An exquisite military-grade enamel teacup was smashed to the ground, shards flying everywhere, and scalding hot tea spilled all over the floor.

"This is outrageous! These Western scum! Animals!"

Long Yi, an old man who usually remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, now had his chest heaving violently, and the veins on his neck bulging, like an enraged lion. His trembling fingers pointed at Zhao Tiezhu's smiling black-and-white ID photo on the big screen, his fingers shaking so much that they could barely focus.

"He was only twenty-eight years old! He was just promoted last month! To save a few refugees, to buy his comrades those few dozen seconds to escape, he was manipulated like a guinea pig, and in the end, he wasn't even left with a complete corpse!"

The old man's roar echoed in the deathly silent conference room.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look the old man in the eye.

Just when they had barely survived the apocalyptic upheaval and everything was getting back on track and even beginning to thrive, Zhao Tiezhu's death undoubtedly dealt them a heavy blow.

The Minister of Civil Affairs had red-rimmed eyes, clutching Zhao Tiezhu's paper file tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the pressure. At the top of the file were only a few lines: Only son in the family, father deceased early, mother seventy years old, suffering from an eye ailment.

How could he possibly deliver that seemingly insignificant yet incredibly weighty martyr's certificate? How could he possibly ask his blind mother, who had waited her whole life for him, for help?

"Pass on my orders!"

Long Yi abruptly stood up, his hands gripping the edge of the table, his gray hair disheveled, his eyes gleaming with a resolute killing intent. "Notify the Second Artillery Missile Brigade to lock onto the coordinates of the area where the 'Stitched Corpse King' appeared. Regardless of whether there are still Ark personnel there, clear the area! A saturation attack! I want them to know that the blood of the Dragon Summer warriors is hot to swallow!"

"Not only that, the nation is immediately entering a state of first-level combat readiness. Even if it means damaging our foundations, even if it means going back twenty years, I will..."

"Old Master Long, calm down."

A young and calm voice suddenly rang out, like a drop of clear spring water falling into boiling oil, instantly interrupting the impending thunderous rage.

Everyone turned around in astonishment.

Su Yun sat in the corner, holding a thermos in her hand, her calm expression completely out of place with the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Don't rush to write the eulogy, and don't rush to distribute the compensation."

Su Yun put down the thermos, the bottom of which collided with the table with a soft "thud." He slowly stood up and walked towards the holographic sand table.

He stood before the flashing red dot representing the area where Zhao Tiezhu sacrificed his life, his gaze sweeping over the grief-stricken faces of those present.

"Elder Long, ministers, are you all so angry that you've forgotten about a rather unusual skill in my newly awakened skill list?"

Su Yun's casual remark was like a thunderclap piercing through the dark clouds, instantly silencing the chaotic conference room. Everyone's thoughts froze at that moment.

Yes, among the fifteen new skills Su Yun gained during this advancement, it seems...

Everyone quickly realized that among the fifteen skills Su Yun acquired, there was indeed one skill with an incredibly overpowered description, but it was also extremely useless.

【Return of the Soul】: Summon a Netherworld Totem. On the battlefield, it can briefly recall recently deceased heroes, allowing them to continue assisting in the battle in spirit form for ten minutes.

"According to the original literal description of the skill, it can only summon the heroic spirits on the battlefield for ten minutes, after which they will be completely destroyed. It is indeed just a 'ghost experience card,' and it can even be said to be a desecration of the dead."

At this point, Su Yun paused, a glint of light flashing in his deep eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"However, everyone, don't forget what my core talent is."

"The land is the territory." Long answered instinctively, then his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had caught some incredible possibility.

"That's right."

Su Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in everyone's ears, carrying a powerful and awe-inspiring force: "For ordinary shamans or necromancers, the soul is like a rootless duckweed drifting in the air, vanishing once it leaves the body. But for me now, as long as this land of 9.6 million square kilometers still exists, as long as the dragon veins and national fortune beneath this land still exist, they are not dead, but have returned home."

"Why must bones be buried in one's hometown? Green hills are everywhere in life. Since they shed their blood for this land, this land will remember their lives. Their souls are intertwined with the fate of the nation; as long as the fate of the nation endures, their heroic spirits will never die."

He suddenly turned his head, staring intently at Long Yi, his eyes seemingly burning with two flames.

"Skill limitations are fixed, but people are flexible. Within the borders of this country, I am the rule."

"Commander, I don't just want to revive Zhao Tiezhu."

Long Yi felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly by a giant hand, pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his throat. His lips trembled, as if he had guessed something, yet he couldn't believe it: "You...you don't mean to?"

Su Yun took a deep breath, his voice strong and clear, like the clash of metal and stone.

"During the beast tide at Luofengpo, Longxia lost 3,621 soldiers."

"If they're still lingering at the gates of hell, then I'll kick the door down."

"I think it's time for all 3,621 brave soldiers to rejoin the ranks!"