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

In the command center hall, the normally low hum of electronic devices now seemed to accompany an unprecedented deathly silence. On the enormous holographic screen, the No. 81 outpost, shrouded in smoke and ash, was displaying scenes of horrific carnage that defied all logic. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the screen, as if by some invisible force, their breathing becoming cautious.

Five colossal, bluish-gray creatures, each a full three meters tall, their muscles grotesque and bulging in the dim light of the screen. They seemed untouched by this world; every step they took shook the earth. These things tore through reinforced concrete like paper, easily obliterating the outpost's fortifications. Even more chilling was the near ineffectiveness of conventional weapons. Bullets from Type 95 assault rifles splattered only a few specks of bluish-gray blood, or were simply deflected by their tough skin, leaving faint white marks. The massive shockwave from the rocket explosion did indeed sway them and char their skin, but this "damage" lasted only a moment. On the screen, the chest of one tyrant was clearly visible; after a rocket had ripped open a hole the size of a bowl, the bluish-gray flesh writhed and regenerated at a visible speed, shrinking the tear by more than half in less than a minute. This bizarre self-healing ability has overturned everyone's understanding.

The Wolf Warrior Squadron appeared minuscule before these monsters. Their tactical maneuvers and seamless teamwork were being gradually eroded by overwhelming power and defense. The elite, the pride of the Dragon Nation's military, were now suffering a crushing defeat. It wasn't a matter of inferior skill, but rather… their opponents had transcended dimensions.

"squeak--"

On the left side of the screen, a blurry shadow was struck by the massive claw of a tyrant. A horrifying flash of blood exploded in the dust, followed by a mangled figure flying high into the air like a rag doll, crashing heavily against the not-yet-completely-collapsed wall, sliding down, motionless. Then, another tyrant, its arm like a giant hammer, slammed a team member attempting to crawl away, body and all, into the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and then fell silent. The blood, crimson and glaring, appeared particularly gruesome in the live-streamed footage, etched into the eyes of everyone in the command center.

The silence was abruptly shattered. "Damn it! What the hell is this thing?!" A major general slammed his fist on the control panel, veins bulging on his face, his eyes bloodshot. He had witnessed countless trials of blood and fire, emerged from a hail of bullets, but he had never seen such a chilling enemy. This was not a fair fight, but a one-sided massacre.

"Report...Reporting to the Commander, based on the initial report from frontline communications officer Xiao Wu, combined with our biometric analysis of the video footage..." A technical officer's voice trembled as he took a deep breath, struggling to control his tone, "These five monsters are very likely... products of the US's 'God's Forbidden Zone' project, that is... genetically modified soldiers!"

"Genetically modified soldiers?!"

This term caused a huge uproar in the command center. They had certainly heard rumors of the US secretly conducting related research, but those were just hearsay, or rather, they simply refused to believe that humanity could create such a terrifying war machine. Yet now, this nightmarish creation was truly appearing on the border of the Dragon Nation, slaughtering their soldiers. This was no longer a simple border conflict; it was clearly a blatant, premeditated military provocation, a trampling of the bottom line of humanity!

"Their defensive capabilities are simply unheard of! Ordinary armor-piercing rounds have negligible effect on them. Even if rockets hit vital organs, their abnormal self-healing ability allows the wounds to recover in a very short time! The only weakness, according to frontline reports, seems to be the head, specifically the eyes. But now, they seem to have also learned to protect their heads with their thick forearms, making it very difficult for snipers to find an effective firing angle!" The technical officer's voice revealed an indescribable despair. This enemy completely exceeded the existing military response system.

Shi Qingsong, the highest commander of the Southwest Military Region, was like a volcano about to erupt, his eyes glued to the screen. His face was ashen, and the wrinkles on his weathered face deepened. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He felt almost no pain, only a burning iron block lodged in his chest. The heart-wrenching pleas for help from Sergeant Ma, the young faces of Wang Hao and Li Jun flashed through his mind—those vibrant lives, now cold corpses in the ruins. Now, the Wolf Warrior Squadron he had personally dispatched, this newly formed elite force, the culmination of his countless efforts, was also slowly heading towards its doom.

"Withdraw! Order the Wolf Warrior Squadron to retreat immediately! Preserve our manpower!" An elderly general with white hair and beard suddenly stood up, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety. He knew all too well the hardships involved in training each special forces soldier and couldn't bear to see them die in vain.

"Retreat? Where to retreat?! Their speed gives the War Wolves no chance to retreat! Moreover, retreating now will only embolden them to penetrate our territory even more recklessly!" another major general retorted excitedly. His point was clear: once these monsters entered the interior, the destruction and panic they would cause would be catastrophic.

"Are we just going to stand by and watch our elite warriors be worn down and die here by these monsters?!" Inside the command post, the tone suddenly rose. Several generals, their faces flushed, argued heatedly. The air was thick with the mingled aromas of tobacco and coffee. The usually tense and orderly atmosphere was now replaced by a heavy sense of despair. Everyone was filled with grief and indignation, yet felt utterly powerless. They were faced with an unsolvable problem.

Just as the debate reached its climax, the image on the screen silenced everyone once again.

Squadron Leader Wang Zhan, covered in blood, still stood firmly in front of his wounded comrades. He swiftly pulled out the remaining grenades from his waist, his movements rough and resolute, biting off all the pins in one go. His eyes held nothing but grief and indignation for his fallen comrades and a bone-deep hatred for the invaders. He roared, "For my comrades! For my country! Die, all of you!"

"Thump!" He threw the grenade with all his might, turned around, and rushed towards a teammate who was lying in a pool of blood, struggling to survive.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Violent explosions erupted once again among the Tyrants, and smoke and flames instantly engulfed everything.

Everyone understood that those grenades were nothing more than superficial wounds to the Tyrant, who possessed terrifying defense and self-healing abilities. The Wolf Warrior Squadron was sacrificing their own flesh and blood, burning their lives to buy their wounded comrades even a sliver of hope, even just a final breath of air.

"Bastards! Bastards!!!" Shi Qingsong could no longer bear it. He slammed his fist on the control panel, the alloy panel denting and deforming under the force. "I will never allow it! I will never allow it! These scum from the US are slaughtering our soldiers so wantonly on my own soil!" His chest heaved violently, his breathing heavy, a suppressed grief and resentment, like a raging beast.

He whirled around to his communications officer, his voice unusually grave and resolute, each word carrying immense weight. "Immediately! Connect to the Central Military Commission! Highest authority! I need to report to the military headquarters, requesting… support from Kunlun!"

His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the command center. Everyone present was startled, their bodies stiffening. Kunlun! Within the Dragon Kingdom's military, these two words represented top secret, the Dragon Kingdom's sharpest claws, and the last trump card in the face of dire straits. It was never deployed lightly; every action it took foreshadowed a situation that could not be reversed by ordinary means, indicating... an unimaginable war was about to begin.

"Commander Shi! Are you sure?!" The old general's voice trembled, his face filled with disbelief. He knew that once Kunlun was mobilized, the impact would be global, and the consequences would be unpredictable.

"Confirmed!" Shi Qingsong's gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over everyone present, his eyes burning with an unyielding flame. "For our fallen comrades! For our sacred and inviolable borders! For the dignity of our Dragon Nation! Kunlun... must be mobilized!" His voice trembled, but it was filled with an iron will. He knew this was not a decision he, as a military region commander, could make on his own. But these five genetically modified warriors, this covert provocation from the United States, had transcended the scope of conventional warfare. At this moment, besides Kunlun, he couldn't think of any other force capable of resisting these monsters from hell.

Communications officer Xiao Wu, a young soldier, practically scrambled towards the communications equipment. He knew that this call would change not only the fate of the Wolf Warrior Squadron, but also the course of events for the entire nation, and even the world!

Soon, the Central Military Commission's top-level hotline was urgently connected.

"I am Shi Qingsong, Commander of the Southwest Military Region! I have urgent military information to report to the Central Military Commission!" Shi Qingsong's voice was loud and steady. Even though his heart was churning, he still maintained the calm and dignity unique to soldiers.

A calm and authoritative voice came from the other end of the phone, without the slightest fluctuation: "Commander Shi, please speak."

Shi Qingsong took a deep breath and reported everything without reservation: the fierce battle at Outpost No. 81, the terrifying strength of the five genetically modified warriors, and the desperate situation the Wolf Warrior Squadron was currently facing. He spoke quickly, each word like a bullet, carrying the cruel reality of blood and fire.

On the holographic screen in the command center, the Wolf Warriors had been forced into a corner. The five monsters tore another member apart, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Captain Wang Meng also had several gruesome wounds on his body, but he remained as steadfast as a rock, standing firmly in front of the wounded member, his Type 95 rifle letting out a final roar in the face of desperation.

Shi Qingsong's voice, filled with blood and tears, was resounding with each word: "...I implore the Military Commission to immediately approve the deployment of the Kunlun Army! To completely annihilate these five demons from the 'Forbidden Zone of God' in the United States on the border of our Dragon Nation! To protect the sacred territory of our Dragon Nation, to defend the honor of soldiers, and to avenge our fallen comrades."