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

At the command center of the M country's garrison, piercing alarms and explosions from all over the base had created a symphony of doomsday. Commander Colonel Jason stared intently at the massive video display in front of him, his lips cracked from dehydration, his once meticulously combed blond hair now disheveled. The images transmitted by the drones on the screen, risking their lives, chilled him to the bone.

An M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle was unleashing a torrent of ammunition at a man in black with its prized 25mm chain gun, the flames weaving a web of death.

However, the man in black merely waved his hand impatiently, and a crimson blade of energy shot out silently, slicing through the chariot in the next second. The cut was so smooth it reflected a person's image, and the scorching metal was still emitting blue smoke. The soldiers inside, along with their terror, were cut in two.

In another scene, a team of Marines who had just set up a crossfire network were about to pull the trigger when a huge handprint fell from the sky. There was no loud noise, only a dull "thud". On the ground, only a palm-shaped crater and a pool of bloody flesh and mud that was indistinguishable from one another were left.

"Monsters... what kind of monsters are these?!"

Jason grabbed the communicator from the table, his voice distorted with fear as he roared into it: "All artillery units! Open fire! Provide indiscriminate fire! Wipe that area off the map!!"

The order was executed swiftly, and the M109 self-propelled howitzer positions deployed behind the base roared back to life.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, 155mm heavy shells tore through the night sky, trailing orange-red flames, like a swarm of vengeful meteors, precisely striking the densest area of ​​the Kunlun Division's soldiers. Each shell's impact signified a violent earthquake and a storm of steel; shockwaves hurled the wreckage of barracks into the air, and shrapnel easily pierced the sides of armored vehicles. In Colonel Jansen's eyes, a glimmer of hope finally ignited. Flesh and blood, under the baptism of modern artillery fire, would ultimately be reduced to charcoal!

However, the images transmitted back on the screen shattered his last hope, along with his reason. Within the area of ​​artillery fire, not a single one of the black-clad warriors dodged; they simply stood calmly in place, a faint, visible energy shield appearing on their bodies.

Shells exploded around them, the resulting gusts of wind whipping up their clothes. Shrapnel, sharp enough to tear steel apart, struck their protective shields with a series of crisp clanging sounds before falling helplessly like hailstones. They strolled leisurely amidst the artillery fire, but Xu Sanduo was even getting annoyed. He ripped off his charred shirt, revealing his muscular, bronze-colored skin.

When the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill was activated to its fullest extent, his skin glowed with a dark golden luster, and he looked like an angry Vajra who had stepped out of an ancient temple. Instead of dodging, he charged forward to meet a whistling cannonball!

"boom--!!!"

A massive fireball exploded in front of him! The raging flames, shockwave, and countless high-speed shrapnel instantly engulfed him. In the command center, everyone held their breath. On the artillery positions, the artillerymen who saw this scene through their observation scopes even revealed a cruel smile.

However, as the smoke dissipated in the night wind, that figure still stood straight in place. He slowly lowered his arms, which had been crossed over his chest. Apart from his skin being slightly blackened by the smoke, there wasn't a single wound on his body. Xu Sanduo grinned, revealing a simple yet slightly defiant smile, and shouted with all his might towards the direction of the artillery position:

"Push harder! Haven't you eaten yet?!"

This roar, like an invisible hammer blow, struck the hearts of every US officer in the command center through the drone's recording equipment.

Jason and his staff were collectively petrified. They stared blankly at the figure on the screen, unharmed amidst the shelling, their minds completely blank. To... to withstand a direct hit from a howitzer? Was that something a human could do?

"Devils...they are devils from hell..." A young staff officer completely broke down. He threw down the documents in his hand, muttered incoherently, and scrambled toward the door.

A viral panic instantly gripped the entire command center.

On the battlefield, after confirming that the artillery fire was ineffective, the soldiers of the Kunlun Division launched an even more ferocious offensive. They abandoned any tactical evasion and charged directly into the enemy's artillery positions, braving the barrage of fire. Gao Cheng took the lead, like a raging rhinoceros, smashing through all obstacles in his path, whether concrete fortifications or armor wreckage. He charged to an M109 self-propelled howitzer, ignoring the dark muzzle desperately trying to turn towards him. He leaped up, slamming his feet heavily onto the barrel, causing the entire gun to sink! Then, he stretched out his hands, harder than steel, and gripped the thick barrel tightly.

"roar--!!!"

With a superhuman roar, Gao Cheng exerted force in his waist and abdomen, his muscles bulging and veins throbbing under his skin like earth dragons!

"Crunch—creak—!"

A sickening metallic twisting sound rang out as he ripped the several-ton cannon barrel right off the turret's joint!

Gao Cheng hoisted the massive cannon barrel onto his shoulder, like an ancient war god, and swung it around, smashing it hard against another self-propelled artillery piece that was firing next to him.

"BOOM!!"

With a deafening roar, the two steel behemoths were reduced to twisted scrap metal by his brute force. The surrounding US artillerymen, witnessing this monstrous scene, completely shattered their mental defenses. They abandoned everything, screaming and fleeing in terror, but how could their two legs outrun Kun and his men? Dark shadows flashed by, accompanied by short screams, and the slaughter continued.

Inside the command center, Colonel Jensen slumped into a chair, knowing that everything was over. The Pyeongtaek base, a military fortress symbolizing the United States' hegemony in Northeast Asia, would cease to exist from tonight onward, and he and his tens of thousands of soldiers would be sacrifices in this one-sided massacre.

Slowly, he drew the silver M9 pistol from its holster. He would rather die by his own hand than fall into the hands of those Eastern demons. The cold muzzle was pointed at his temple, and his finger touched the trigger.

Farewell, world.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger—

"BOOM—!!!"

The heavy doors of the command center, made of special alloy and said to be able to withstand direct missile strikes, were smashed open from the outside by an unparalleled force! The twisted metal door panels flipped inward and flew in, overturning a row of equipment. Through the dust at the entrance, a tall and imposing figure slowly entered. He was dressed in black, his face covered by a black mask, except for his eyes, which were like ice that had never melted in the polar regions for thousands of years. Just one glance from him was enough to make people feel as if their souls were frozen.

Su Chen.

Behind him, Leng Feng, He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and others filed in, the stench of blood emanating from them almost freezing the air in the command center. Drops of blood dripped from the tips of their Tang swords onto the polished floor, making soft "tap, tap" sounds.

Colonel Jensen's hands trembled violently, and he could no longer hold the M9 pistol. With a "clang," it fell to the ground. His courage to commit suicide was completely shattered the moment this man appeared. Su Chen's gaze fell on the pistol on the ground, and then slowly moved to Jensen's face.

He didn't speak, but Jason clearly "heard" what he meant.

I didn't let you die.

You don't even have the right to die.