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

Before Zhao Tiezhu could figure out what was going on, a grand and warm will suddenly descended upon his mind. It was Su Yun's voice, and also the will of the entire Longxia Kingdom's destiny.

[Number 9527, Zhao Tiezhu.]

[Your mission is not yet complete, as approved.]

[Effective immediately, you will be transferred to the "Dragon Summer Heroic Spirit Rank". Your military rank will be promoted one level, and you will be awarded the "National Hero" Medal.]

Return to your units, soldiers.

Zhao Tiezhu was startled.

The feeling was like a wanderer suddenly hearing his mother's call, or a lone wolf lost in the wilderness hearing the howl of its alpha. All the confusion, fear, and chilling sense of death vanished in that instant, replaced by an unprecedented sense of power and mission.

He slowly stood up.

No, he floated up.

At this moment, he was nearly 2.5 meters tall, his dark gold armor solid and heavy, with a faint golden halo even appearing behind him, like a god descending to earth. His feet were three inches off the ground, hovering in mid-air, and in his hand, he had somehow acquired a long-handled broadsword made entirely of energy, its blade gleaming coldly.

"Everyone has it!"

Zhao Tiezhu's voice was no longer that hoarse, broken voice, but rather had its own reverberation and a majestic, metallic quality.

While lost in thought, Old Li and his soldiers reacted instinctively, their bodies moving faster than their minds, snapping to attention and shouting, "Present!"

Zhao Tiezhu grinned, his large, translucent black face radiating the familiar thuggishness: "Stop crying! I'm not quite dead yet! Stand up straight! Since even the King of Hell won't take us, let's keep going!"

"Company Commander!!"

Li Erniu couldn't hold back any longer and lunged forward to grab Zhao Tiezhu's leg, but he ended up passing right through Zhao Tiezhu's leg and falling flat on his face.

"Hey, hey, watch your manners." Zhao Tiezhu floated back two meters with a look of disdain. "I'm a spirit now, a high-grade one, understand? I'm immune to physical attacks!"

At this moment, Amu and tens of thousands of refugees standing nearby were completely dumbfounded.

If the previous healing of their wounds by the light rain was a "miracle," then the current resurrection and the manifestation of heroic spirits are simply a "myth" that completely overturns their worldview.

"An angel...it's an angel!"

I don't know who shouted that.

Splash!

The refugees, already kneeling on the ground, lowered their heads even further, their bodies trembling. It wasn't fear, but a primal awe of this great power that protects the living. In this desperate world, what is a country that can bring the dead back to life to continue protecting the living if not paradise?

……

However, this is just the beginning.

Kunlun Palace, Conference Room No. 1.

The holographic screen suddenly switched automatically, the camera rapidly zooming out, passing over the cheering boundary marker No. 77, like an eagle surveying the earth, continuing its westward flight. Finally, the image hovered above a silent, desolate valley.

That place is Luofengpo.

A day ago, Longxia encountered its first wave of massive beast tides here.

That was the darkest day in Longxia's history. In order to buy time for the city behind them to evacuate, an entire reinforced regiment, more than 3,000 soldiers, used themselves as nails, firmly rooted to the defensive line, and did not retreat an inch.

In the end, except for a few survivors such as Zhao Gang, all 3,621 people died heroically, with no one surviving.

At this moment, a gentle breeze suddenly arose on Luofeng Slope.

Su Yun stood before the sand table of Kunlun Palace, holding it up with one hand, as if he were lifting up the soul of that valley across thousands of mountains and rivers. His voice, connected by the fate of the nation, echoed in this silent valley, as gentle as calling a sleepy child to wake up, yet as firm as an irresistible decree.

"It's dawn."

"It's time to wake up."

The earth began to tremble slightly.

This tremor was not an earthquake, but rather like the heartbeat of the earth, one beat, two beats, steady and powerful.

"Boom!"

The soil churned up.

Instead of rotting arms like in horror movies, beams of pure golden light burst forth from the ground.

They rise from the soil and condense in mid-air.

One.

two.

ten.

One hundred.

A thousand!

In less than a minute, the once empty and desolate valley was filled with countless golden figures.

Some of them were still in a charging stance, some were still making grenade-pulling motions, and some were back to back, seemingly covering each other.

As the golden light solidified, 3,621 heroic spirits, clad in uniform dark gold armor, formed a neat square formation.

There was no noise, no chaos.

Just like they were in life, they were disciplined and unyielding.

The imposing spirit standing at the forefront slowly opened its eyes, its gaze sweeping across the surroundings before finally settling on the direction in the void that represented the nation's destiny and will.

He was the commander of the Falcon Legion, the man who stood at the forefront in this valley, facing a million-strong horde of beasts.

He slowly raised the battle sword in his hand, a sword that had long since disappeared from this world, its blade pointing to the sky.

"Southwest War Zone of Dragon Summer, Falcon Legion!"

His voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in the ears of everyone in the valley, in the country, and in Conference Room One.

"Three thousand six hundred and twenty-one people were expected, and three thousand six hundred and twenty-one people were present!"

"All personnel assembled!"

"Please inspect us, Motherland!!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The three thousand heroic spirits roared in unison, and the shockwaves, as tangible as physical shockwaves, instantly ripped apart the clouds above the valley. Golden light shot straight into the heavens, converging in the sky to form a gigantic golden dragon shadow, roaring wildly among the clouds and awe-inspiring all nations!

Meeting Room Number One.

The Minister of Civil Affairs stood up abruptly, staring blankly at the screen.

That was one of the units whose pension lists he personally handled.

He had looked at each name countless times late at night.

And now, they're back.

Long Yi gripped the corner of the table tightly, his nails digging deep into the wood. He stared at the "Ghost Legion" arrayed on the screen, at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces. Even for an old man like him who had weathered countless storms, he felt as if his heart was about to explode.

This is not an illusion.

Those fluctuating data panels are telling everyone what kind of army this is.

【Dragon Summer Heroes (Special Unit)】

[Level: Spirit Formation (Growth Type)]

Feature 1: Physical Immunity. Unaffected by conventional firearms, shells, and physical attacks.

[Trait 2: Territory Guardian. When fighting within the Dragonxia territory, all attributes are increased by 200%.]

[Characteristic 3: Immortal. As long as the national totem stands, even if it is scattered, it can reunite after 24 hours.]

[Description: They are the backbone of this land, the boundary between life and death. Want to cross over? First, ask the swords in their hands if they'll allow it!]

Upon seeing the words "immortal and indestructible," Long Yi's eyes instantly reddened.

"Comrade Su Yun..." The old man took a deep breath, his voice choked with emotion, "Thank you. On behalf of these more than three thousand families, thank you."

He knew what Su Yun's move meant.

This is not just about having a few thousand more immortal super soldiers; it's about giving the entire nation a shot in the arm.

After this, who will be afraid of death?

To die for one's country is not death, it's ascension! It's being promoted!

Su Yun simply shook his head, his face showing little pride.

He picked up the thermos again, gently blew on it, and took a sip of the goji berry water.

"Elder Long, don't be in such a hurry to thank me."

Su Yun put down her cup, her gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room as she looked towards the distant west. The gentleness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"The person has been saved, but this matter is not over."

"You're right, blood debts must be paid in blood!"

At this moment, the traceability totem on the system panel is flashing faintly.