If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

In the southwestern border of the Dragon Kingdom, there is a humid and sweltering primeval forest.

Five modified heavy military trucks were struggling through the forest, trudging along a muddy makeshift road. Mud kicked up by their wheels splashed high into the air.

Old Cat sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, a extinguished cigar dangling from his mouth, staring expressionlessly at the scenery rushing past the window.

Behind him in the convoy were his most elite men, as well as the five "darlings" who had kept him up at night with excitement these past few days.

"Boss, the road ahead is blocked!"

The scout's report came through the walkie-talkie, interrupting Old Cat's thoughts.

The convoy stopped, and Old Cat jumped out of the car and walked a few steps to the front.

A huge ancient tree with a diameter of over two meters stood in the middle of the road, blocking the already narrow passage completely, whether it had been struck by lightning or collapsed naturally.

"Damn it! This godforsaken place!" A burly mercenary spat. "How long are we going to keep fighting like this? Should we just blow it up with C4?"

"Bomb? Do you want to attract all the border guards around here? You idiot!" another mercenary cursed.

Everyone was at a loss. The tree was too big, and it would take at least half a day to clear it using only manpower and the tools on the vehicle.

The old cat looked at the giant tree, a strange smile appearing on its face.

He returned to his car and picked up the military-grade tablet.

"Ah Hu, tell the people in the third car behind to get out of there."

Although the adjutant, Ah Hu, was puzzled, he immediately issued the order via walkie-talkie.

Old Cat looked at option "3" among the five options on the tablet screen, lightly swiped his finger over the word "Hibernate," and tapped "Activate."

"laugh--"

On the third truck in the queue, the huge metal container emitted a slight hissing sound of hydraulic pressure deflating.

Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to it.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the container door was slammed from the inside out, and a clear fist mark instantly bulged out of the thick steel plate.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The impacts grew more frequent and louder, as if what was imprisoned inside was not a living being, but a battering ram running wildly!

The mercenaries present all felt a chill run down their spines, instinctively taking a few steps back and gripping their guns tightly.

"Click—"

The container door lock, under terrifying force, groaned in unbearable strain and finally snapped completely!

Two heavy steel doors were torn open outwards by an irresistible force!

A grayish-blue figure, over three meters tall, slowly emerged from the dark warehouse.

It had no facial features, only a gaping maw stretched to its ears, filled with sharp teeth. Its bulging muscles rose like granite blocks, and with each breath it exhaled scorching white steam.

This is a "tyrant"!

Even though they had seen it on video once, when the monster actually appeared before them, its pure, brutal, and destructive aura still sent shivers down the spines of these bloodthirsty outlaws.

Old Cat suppressed the excitement in his heart and gave a command through the simple control interface on the tablet.

[Target: Obstacle ahead.]

[Command: Clear.]

"roar--!"

Upon receiving the command, the tyrant's crimson eyes instantly locked onto the fallen ancient tree, and it let out a deafening roar!

Its enormous body shot out with a terrifying speed that was completely out of proportion!

The ground was trembling slightly!

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the tyrant did not use any skills, but simply used the most primitive and savage method to smash into the giant tree that required several people to encircle!

"boom!!!"

A loud bang!

Wood chips flying everywhere!

The incredibly sturdy ancient tree, under the tyrant's impact, snapped in two like rotten wood! Countless enormous fragments were flung more than ten meters away by the terrifying force of the impact!

But this is not over yet!

The tyrant roared, its two giant claws, comparable to the buckets of an excavator, grabbed half of a huge tree trunk and frantically tore and pounded it!

The sturdy tree trunk was as fragile as foam in its hands.

In less than a minute.

The enormous ancient tree, which was big enough to block the entire convoy, was reduced to a pile of broken wood and sawdust.

A passageway was forcibly cleared away.

The tyrant stood amidst the devastation, his chest heaving violently, emitting a bloodthirsty growl as if venting the emptiness of having no bloodshed.

Old Cat operated the tablet again, selecting "Calm" and "Sleep".

The tyrant's body twitched, and it roared a few times in resentment. Finally, it turned around and, with heavy steps, returned to the container.

The entire jungle was deathly silent.

All the mercenaries stared in disbelief at the scene before them, their hands and feet turning cold.

for a long time.

"I...my God..." Lieutenant Ah Hu's voice trembled. "Is...is this even human? It's practically a tank! A living tank!"

"Tanks are more than just tanks!" Another mercenary's eyes gleamed, his face filled with greed. "With these things, who the hell are we afraid of? The Chinese border guards? A whole division of them would be torn to shreds!"

"If... if I had a body like that..." a thin mercenary muttered to himself, his eyes filled with endless longing.

"Stop fucking dreaming!" Old Cat kicked him in the butt, his face beaming with undisguised elation. "Get your act together, all of you! Drive! Full speed ahead!"

"With these five killing gods, I'll take all of Minden's money and his brother Buji's revenge!"

The convoy started again, with morale higher than ever before.

Every mercenary harbors a deep greed for money and an anticipation of the impending carnage.

They could almost see themselves, led by these five monsters, trampling the borders of the Dragon Kingdom and tearing those so-called elite soldiers to shreds like paper.

……

at the same time.

Dragon Kingdom, southwestern border, border post No. 81.

This was one of the original bases of the Wolf Warrior Squadron, a strategically important and sparsely populated area.

In the evening, two young soldiers, Wang Hao and Li Jun, were conducting a routine patrol along the border.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows on them.

"Hey, Mouse, when do you think we'll have a chance to go to Kunlun?" Li Jun kicked a pebble away, a look of longing on his face.

Wang Hao, carrying his gun, chuckled upon hearing this: "You? Run a full-gear five-kilometer run first, and see if you can finish in under fifteen minutes."

"Hey! Don't underestimate me!" Li Jun puffed out his chest defiantly. "My physical fitness is among the best in our regiment!"

"That's no use." Wang Hao shook his head, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "I've heard that Kunlun's recruitment standards are on a completely different level from ours now."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, they don't care how fast you run or how many push-ups you can do." Wang Hao's face showed an almost worshipful expression. "I heard from a veteran who came back from a meeting at headquarters that the soldiers of Kunlun are all like gods!"

"Gods?" Li Jun chuckled. "Are you reading a fantasy novel?"

"Really!" Wang Hao exclaimed anxiously, "That veteran saw it with his own eyes! A drill instructor from Kunlun, during a demonstration, lifted a wrecked armored vehicle with one hand!"

Li Jun's mouth slowly opened into an "O" shape.

"And there's more!" Wang Hao said, getting more and more excited. "I heard that they don't even use guns in training anymore! They can create blade-like energy with just their palms! They can cut through steel plates from dozens of meters away! They run faster than cars! Bullets can't even hit them!"

"This...this is too exaggerated, isn't it?" Li Jun swallowed hard. Although he found it hard to believe, he was also vaguely convinced.

Because the legends about Kunlun were no secret within the entire army.

That was a divine realm, superior to all conventional forces.

"The most awesome one is their brigade commander!" Wang Hao's eyes gleamed with fanaticism. "Legend has it that he's a true god! He can summon wind and rain and control lightning! He's the guardian dragon of our Dragon Kingdom!"

The two were having a lively conversation.

Suddenly, in the shadows of the distant jungle, a military dog ​​on guard duty suddenly stood on end without warning!

It let out an extremely sharp bark, full of fear and warning, towards the dark depths of the jungle!

"Woof! Woof woof woof!!"

Wang Hao and Li Jun's expressions changed, and they instantly dropped their joking demeanor.

"What's going on?" Wang Hao immediately raised his Type 95 rifle and aimed it warily ahead.

Li Jun also quickly entered combat mode, listening intently.

The sound of wind, the chirping of insects...

wrong.

Beneath these familiar sounds, he heard a low, rhythmic... vibration.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Like some kind of giant beast, it was slowly approaching them, step by step, with heavy gait.

"Rat..." Li Jun's voice was a little dry, "Did you hear me?"

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Wang Hao's forehead, and his palms were also covered in sweat.

The faint sense of oppression emanating from the depths of the jungle made it difficult for him to breathe.

"It seems... something big... is coming."