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

The alarm at the Kunlun base was so sharp it seemed to pierce eardrums, instantly extinguishing the intense atmosphere on the training ground.

This is not a drill.

This is the clarion call of war.

Zhuang Yan, who was engaged in extreme weighted cross-country running, suddenly braked, sending gravel flying everywhere. Chen Guotao and Lao Pao beside him also stopped abruptly. The three exchanged a glance, all seeing the heavy astonishment on each other's faces.

In the fighting arena, He Chenguang had just used a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw to take down Wang Yanbing, and before he could even catch his breath, Li Erniu's honest face was also covered in sweat. The three of them were frozen in place by the alarm.

At the distant shooting range, Leng Feng had just emptied a magazine; the scorching barrel was still emitting blue smoke. He slowly lowered the gun, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes, which always carried a hint of aloofness and arrogance.

"All personnel, cease training! Assemble at the central training ground within five minutes!"

Gao Dazhuang's voice, delivered through the broadcast system, struck every corner of the base like a heavy hammer, carrying an undeniable authority.

In an instant, the entire Kunlun base was filled with the sight of this giant beast, which usually only dozed off, and it opened its eyes wide.

Countless figures surged toward the central training field from the dormitories, the canteen, the equipment storage, and all directions of the base, like a flood breaking through a dam.

There was no conversation, no commotion.

Only the rhythmic, heavy thud of combat boots on the concrete floor could be heard, a sound so distinct and uniform that it seemed to weigh down one's heartbeat.

The familiar smells of sweat and gunpowder in the air seemed to have been replaced by something more pungent.

Less than five minutes.

Nearly three thousand Kunlun warriors, organized into four imposing square formations by battalion, stood silently on the training ground.

You could hear a pin drop.

Every soldier stood ramrod straight, like a spear about to drink blood. The iron-blooded aura honed through countless extreme training sessions on their bodies converged into an invisible aura that made it hard to breathe.

"Holy crap, what's going on? I've been in the army for over ten years and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this!" Deng Zhenhua, also known as Ostrich, muttered in a low voice, his lips barely moving, in Shi Dafan's ear. His usually carefree face was now taut with tension.

"Shut your beak." Shi Dafan replied in a low voice without looking up. "Can't you see? It's a huge deal."

"Is war about to break out?" Qiang Xiaowei's voice drifted from the side, his tone carrying a suppressed excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"Definitely." Geng Jihui's judgment was always simple and direct. "Moreover, this is the first time our Kunlun has shown its fangs."

Their few whispered words were quickly extinguished by an even stronger pressure.

Su Chen, followed by Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua, Miao Zhiyuan and other members of the Kunlun command, stepped onto the platform.

His steps were not fast, but each step he took seemed to land on the heart of the entire formation.

Su Chen's gaze slowly swept over the young, resolute, and angular faces below. Innate masters, Grandmasters… looking around, even the weakest non-combatants here were elites at the late-stage Acquired realm!

This is the legion of gods that he forged with his own hands!

A surge of burning pride welled up in his chest, but his face showed no trace of a smile, only an icy coldness.

He walked to the very front of the stage, without uttering a single unnecessary word. His voice was steady, yet carried a power that could penetrate to the very core of a person, clearly resonating throughout the entire venue.

"Comrades!"

"Looking at you all, looking at how you are now, looking at the power within you that even frightens me, I am proud of you!"

The soldiers below the stage stood taller, their chins slightly raised – the confidence of the strong.

"But!" Su Chen's tone shifted abruptly, his voice turning chillingly cold, "Just as we enjoy peace and strive to become stronger, on our southwestern border, there are people who don't want us to live in peace!"

"The Western powers, led by the United States, have extended their dirty hands into our country!"

"They deployed their latest research achievement—genetically modified soldiers, codenamed 'Tyrant'! Together with a group of desperados, they attacked our border post!"

"They are slaughtering our comrades! In the most barbaric and inhumane way!"

Su Chen's voice, every word, was like a steel nail hardened with ice, smashing into everyone's hearts.

He suddenly waved his hand.

Behind the podium, the huge holographic screen that was usually used for tactical drills suddenly lit up.

A series of bloody, gruesome, and eye-opening live footage were played out without reservation.

Those were the last moments of Post 81.

It was a desperate situation that the Wolf Warrior Squadron fought a bloody battle in!

Everyone saw how those five bluish-gray monsters used pure brute force to tear apart the solid reinforced concrete fortifications as easily as tearing paper.

They saw how their compatriots, those brothers wearing the same military uniforms as them, were punched into a bloody mist and torn in two by those monsters!

They witnessed how the newly formed, elite Wolf Warrior squadron, in despair, used their own bodies to build the last line of defense for their comrades!

Blood, mangled flesh, screams, roars...

This is not a movie, nor is it a drill.

This is happening now, a bloody reality!

From within the formation came heavy breathing, the uncontrollable spasms of lungs as people desperately suppressed their anger.

"The beasts in the video are 'Tyrants'." Su Chen's voice was so cold it could freeze the air. "You've seen their strength. Conventional forces are utterly helpless against them."

"Our comrades are sacrificing themselves. Every minute, every second, someone is falling."

"To save our surviving comrades, to crush the invaders to ashes, and to defend the dignity of our Dragon Nation! The Central Military Commission has just issued its highest directive!"

Su Chen's gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping across the eyes of everyone in the room.

"Order! My Kunlun Special Forces Brigade, move out immediately! Rush to the aid of the Southwest and annihilate the invading enemy!"

"At the same time, this will also be your first real combat operation since the formation of the army!"

"Now, tell me, are you ready?!"

The words fell.

The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence.

It was a suffocating calm before the storm.

But this tranquility lasted less than a second.

next moment!

"kill!!!"

A single word exploded simultaneously from the depths of the throats of nearly three thousand soldiers!

That wasn't a slogan, that wasn't a roar.

That was a substantial sonic wave that had accumulated endless anger, grief, and murderous intent!

"kill!!!"

With the second roar, the gathering killing intent soared into the sky, and the clouds above the training ground were visibly churning and dissipating due to this momentum!

"kill!!!"

At the third sound, all the soldiers uncontrollably unleashed their cultivated inner energy, crimson, gold, cyan... all sorts of colors intertwined, and the entire training ground seemed to transform into a boiling ocean of energy!

This land trembled under the overwhelming killing intent!