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

When the large transport aircraft formation entered Dalian's airspace, it did not follow any routine approach procedures. Like a flock of iron eagles returning to their nest, they tore through the clouds with an almost savage manner and crashed heavily onto the base's core combat readiness runway.

The screeching sound of tires shattered the morning tranquility. The belly hatch was wide open, and a cold wind, mixed with the smell of the sea and steel, rushed in like a sharp blade.

Three thousand black-clad warriors filed out.

There were no slogans, no conversations, only the dull echo of standard military boots hitting the tarmac, like a single heartbeat. Their movements were crisp and clean to the extreme; with each contraction and extension, their muscles tensed and relaxed, creating subtle pops in the air, as if they were countless clones controlled by the same will.

The head of the Dalian military base, a lieutenant general with two gold stars on his shoulders, led all the officers of the base at the colonel level and above, who were already waiting there.

When that pure black torrent surged out of the cabin, even though these veterans were all tough guys who had been through countless battles, they couldn't help but feel a chill run from their tailbone straight to the top of their head.

That was not an army.

They were a group of demons about to enter hell, and they were absolutely confident that they would turn hell upside down.

"Commander Su!" The lieutenant general stepped forward, stood at attention, and gave a textbook-perfect military salute. His weathered face displayed a complex mix of emotions: awe, excitement, and a hint of tension that he couldn't quite conceal.

"All contingency plans are ready! The highest-level combat readiness warehouse is now fully open to you. Energy supplies, communication links, and logistical support have all been switched to the highest privileges! The entire base is at your command!"

Su Chen returned the greeting with a concise and efficient movement.

"You've worked hard, General."

His gaze swept over the lieutenant general's shoulder to the other side of the tarmac. There, dozens of the latest "Kunpeng" transport aircraft, specially modified and coated with stealth paint, lay silently, like ancient behemoths poised to pounce. Further away at the naval dock, several nuclear submarines, in absolute silence, had also quietly completed their final preparations before departure.

The entire Dalian military base, the northern maritime gateway of the Dragon Kingdom, has now been transformed into a war machine operating at high speed for them.

Looking into Su Chen's unfathomable eyes, the lieutenant general felt his heartbeat suppressed by the man's invisible aura. He wanted to say something to boost morale, but the words seemed pale and powerless in the face of these menacing figures.

"All combat personnel, inventory your equipment, final check!" Su Chen's voice, delivered coldly through his individual communicator, reached the ears of every black-clad warrior.

"Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua, Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai."

"Here!" Four figures silently emerged from the ranks.

"Each team is responsible for pre-battle mobilization and conditioning. Before dusk, I want everyone's condition to be adjusted to the point where only the instinct to kill remains!"

"yes!"

The four powerful beings, at the level of terrestrial immortals, received their orders and, with a flicker of their figures, dispersed into the black square formation to begin their final deployment.

The daytime flew by in an atmosphere of extreme repression.

The Kunlun warriors underwent no training; they simply sat in meditation, regulating their breathing. In the shadow of the vast hangar, three thousand men sat cross-legged, the Tang swords on their backs gleaming coldly in the dim light. They were accumulating, tempering and fusing the century-old national and familial hatred they harbored with the surging internal energy within them, bit by bit, until it transformed into the purest, most primal killing intent.

The temperature inside the hangar suddenly dropped several degrees.

Night finally fell as promised.

As the last rays of sunset were swallowed by the inky black sea, a thick fog rose over the sea off Dalian.

Su Chen's figure reappeared before the three thousand black-clad warriors.

"The time has come." His voice was colder than the deep night. "First stop, South Korea, Pyeongtaek Naval Base. That's the largest overseas military base of the United States in Northeast Asia, and also the thorn in our side."

"Tonight, we'll go and pull it out."

"The core of the operation can be summed up in just two words—destruction."

"All buildings, all equipment, all personnel—leave no one alive."

"I want that land to be a place where nothing but ruins and corpses can be found."

He paused, then turned his gaze to a slender figure.

"Xiaoyun".

"Here." Long Xiaoyun stepped forward, the soft sword at her waist emitting a soft hum.

"Take fifty men, equipped with specialized jamming equipment, and cut off all external communications within the target area, erasing all surveillance traces along the way. I want our operation to appear as a complete 'miracle' on the satellites and radars of the US."

"clear."

"Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua."

"Here!" Two massive, towering figures stepped forward in unison, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"You two will each lead five hundred men to clear the outer perimeter. If there's any sign of reinforcements from the Korean army, eliminate them without warning. I want them to be so terrified that they won't even have the courage to approach the battlefield!"

"I can't wait any longer!" Gao Dazhuang grinned, his teeth gleaming white in the night.

"Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai."

"arrive!"

"You two, lead a thousand men and launch the main attack! From the front of the base, with the most ferocious force, tear apart their self-righteous defensive line!"

"Mission accomplished!"

"The rest of you, follow me." Su Chen's gaze fell on the last thousand-plus men, including prodigies like Leng Feng, He Chenguang, and Wang Yanbing. "We're going to carry out the decapitation strike. Command centers, armories, air formations... all high-value targets are our prey."

"Set off!"

At Su Chen's command, the black torrent moved silently. They didn't use any means of transportation, but instead headed directly towards the dark coastline at the edge of the base.

Gao Dazhuang, trembling with excitement, was the first to reach the beach. Looking at the surging waves, he turned to Lei Kaihua beside him and growled, "Old Lei, did you see that? This time, we're truly a dragon crossing the river!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard on the sand!

"boom!"

The sand instantly sank into a large crater half a meter deep, and Gao Dazhuang shot out like a cannonball. The moment his toes touched the sea surface, a powerful internal force erupted from his body, creating a visible white wave of air on the water's surface.

The next second, he was running wildly across the turbulent sea as if walking on flat ground!

Following closely behind, Lei Kaihua, Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai, and thousands of other black-clad figures plunged into the sea one after another in the same manner without any hesitation!

The lieutenant general and his men, who were standing on the shore seeing them off, were completely dumbfounded.

Their mouths gaped open, their eyes wide, as they watched the three thousand dark shadows leave long white waves on the sea surface, rushing towards the dark depths at a speed far exceeding that of a speedboat, eventually turning into a faint black line in the moonlight.

After a long silence, a senior colonel standing next to the lieutenant general swallowed hard and asked in a dry voice, "General... what we... what we just saw, was it real?"

The lieutenant general did not answer; he simply clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He felt that he was not witnessing a military operation.

He was witnessing the beginning of a myth.

"Relay my orders!" The lieutenant general's voice was hoarse with extreme excitement. "All radar and satellite surveillance, point them all at the designated target area! Record everything that happens tonight! Don't miss a single detail!"

"yes!"

"Furthermore," he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "have the logistics department prepare... a victory celebration banquet of the highest standard in our Dragon Kingdom."

He knew that when these "demons" returned, the entire world order would be completely rewritten.