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

As the three thousand figures of the Kunlun Master completely disappeared at the horizon, the first ray of dawn finally broke free from the shackles of the clouds and shone precisely on this land that had been thoroughly soaked in blood and fire.

Under the radiance, Pingze is no more.

The military fortress that once symbolized the M country's hegemony in East Asia is now nothing but a series of shockingly huge dents, piles of charred scrap iron twisted into pretzel shapes, and vast scorched earth that still retains its dark red color after being washed by billions of tons of seawater.

Dead silence.

An absolute stillness, enough to drive the living mad.

The sound of the wind was swallowed up, the birdsong was extinguished, and only the heavy stench of blood, gunpowder smoke and molten metal mixed together to form a smell called "doomsday," which solidified in the wind and spread wildly toward the inland of the peninsula.

After half an hour.

A sharp, piercing alarm blared as it drew nearer, tearing the deathly silence apart.

A rapid reaction force, flying the Taegeuk Tiger flag and composed of the "White Tiger Division," the pride of South Korea, has finally arrived.

The tracks rolled over the ground, producing a deafening roar.

Dozens of K2 "Black Panther" main battle tanks and hundreds of K21 infantry fighting vehicles formed a steel torrent, roaring towards what they perceived as the "Pyeongtaek Base".

Inside the command vehicle, General Jin Yixing, commander of the White Tiger Division, had a grim face and bulging veins on his forehead.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently ahead.

More than an hour earlier, he received a top-secret order from the Blue House commander-in-chief that could be described as absurd.

"Pyeongtaek base attacked, contact lost."

"We must find him alive or dead, and at any cost, uncover the truth!"

From the moment he received the order, Jin Yixing's heart was gripped by a cold, large hand.

What kind of place is the Pyeongtaek base?

That was the deepest steel nail driven into the Asian continent by the United States! It was the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of countless countries!

What kind of enemy could prevent this heavily armed fortress from even sending out a cry for help?

Did the Dragon Kingdom use space-based weapons? Or did that madman in the north really detonate a nuclear bomb?

He dared not think too deeply, for every guess pointed to an abyss capable of destroying the world.

Deep down, he only hoped it was an exaggerated communications failure, a small-scale infiltration attack.

However, when footage from the advance team came back, his last shred of hope was shattered.

In the canyon that was the only way to the base, his reconnaissance company was completely wiped out.

Dozens of corpses were displayed on the highway in a manner beyond human imagination.

A person, along with the armored vehicle beneath them, was neatly sliced ​​in half by some invisible blade, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Some people's bodies were twisted into pretzels by an immense force, their bones and flesh a mangled mess.

There were no craters or signs of an explosion at the scene.

Everyone still had their weapons on their backs, and hadn't even fired a single shot.

The battle, or rather the massacre, ended in the blink of an eye before they could even react.

"What...what kind of monster did this..." Jin Yixing stared at the surveillance footage, his throat dry, a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

The convoy continued onward in fear.

As they rounded the last hill, the entire Pyeongtaek base was finally revealed to all the South Korean soldiers without reservation.

In that instant, the entire torrent of steel seemed to be frozen in place, stopping abruptly.

The roar of the engines continued, but the thousands of soldiers fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if witnessing a mythical figure descending to earth, their minds blank.

ruins.

An endless expanse of ruins.

The towering command towers, sturdy hangars, and sprawling barracks of yesteryear have all vanished.

Instead, the ground was covered with deep, bottomless craters, as if it had been directly hit by a meteorite.

The towering flames and thick black smoke intertwined to create a hellish scene, tinging the rising sun with an ominous dark red hue.

"That...that's the Pyeongtaek base?" a young soldier murmured absentmindedly, his voice filled with confusion and despair.

No one answered him.

Because everyone was deprived of their ability to think by the supernatural sight before them.

Jin Yixing raised the binoculars with trembling hands.

He saw it.

He saw the location of the airport, where the wreckage of dozens of F-35s and B-2s had been crumpled into huge metal balls and carelessly discarded like trash.

He saw the direction of the port. In that sea area, a huge whirlpool was still slowly rotating, and countless small pieces of metal floated on the surface, but there was no sign of the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier.

It... evaporated?

"General... the technical department has discovered..." A staff officer stumbled in, his face ashen, "No explosives, missiles, or nuclear radiation residue could be detected at the scene!"

"What?" Jin Yixing turned around abruptly, his voice hoarse and inhuman.

"There's nothing there... It's as if... it's as if this place was wiped... from the map... by some pure force..."

erase……

This word struck Jin Yixing's heart like a heavy hammer.

He dropped the binoculars, staggered, grabbed the communicator, and roared with all his might:

"Reporting to the Blue House! Reporting to the Blue House!"

His voice, distorted and shrill with extreme fear, was choked with sobs.

"Hirasawa... Hirasawa has disappeared from the map!!"

"Repeat! General Kim! Control your emotions! Explain yourself!" The president's urgent and authoritative rebuke came from the other end of the communicator.

"I said... the US aircraft carrier fleet... tens of thousands of troops... along with the entire base... are all gone!!"

Kim Il-sung broke down and cried out.

"There's nothing left here! This place has become a true ghost town!!"

A long, deathly silence fell over the other end of the communicator.

After a long while, the president's extremely tired voice finally rang out again, with a tremor that even he himself did not notice.

"……check."

"Use all available resources to find out... who did it."

check?

Jin Yixing put down the communicator, looked at the ruins that would make even demons tremble, and let out a desperate, bitter laugh.

How do I check?

There were no shell casings, no traces of weapons, and not even a clear footprint at the scene.

The enemy is like a ghost or god from the deepest hell.

They descended in the darkness of night and, using divine means, carried out a world-ending judgment.

Then, before dawn, they quietly departed.

Without leaving a trace.

This is not war.

This is divine punishment.

It was the punishment brought down by the awakened gods of that ancient Eastern country.

Jin Yixing collapsed to the ground, knowing that from that night onward, the world had completely changed.

……

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away on the Yellow Sea.

Three thousand Kunlun warriors, their feet treading the waves, left three thousand white trails on the sea as they raced rapidly toward their motherland.

The rising sun behind them cast a golden glow on each of them.

Behind them lay the burning graveyard of empires and the endless fear that was about to sweep across the globe.

Ahead of them lies the coastline of their motherland, where new glory awaits them.

Wang Yanbing glanced back at the towering column of smoke that was still visible to the naked eye even from a hundred miles away, and burst into excited laughter, his laughter incredibly bold.

"Damn! That felt great! It felt better than ever before! When those Korean soldiers arrive, their faces will look worse than if they'd eaten shit!"

"Right now, they probably don't even know if we're human or ghosts; they can only eat the ashes we left behind in those ruins!"

He Chenguang's figure swept past him, his eyes deep, and he spoke calmly:

Don't get too excited yet.

"This is merely interest."

One sentence calmed the ecstasy in the hearts of all the soldiers, transforming it into a deeper and more intense flame.

Yes.

The Pyeongtaek base was just an appetizer.

That so-called "shrine" that enshrines countless blood debts, that island nation that is etched in the hearts of the entire nation, is the true main course of this revenge feast!

Everyone's gaze, without prior arrangement, shifted across the sea before them and towards the more eastward direction.

Yasukuni Shrine.

We've washed our necks clean, here we come!

When the soldiers of the Kunlun Division returned to the Dalian military base, it was already broad daylight.

The base's commander, a lieutenant general, was already anxiously waiting on the tarmac.

When he saw those three thousand black figures, all of them returning from the sea, not one missing.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

He strode forward and saluted Su Chen.

His eyes were filled with excitement and admiration.

He didn't need to ask to know that the mission had been successfully completed.

Because, just now, he received the highest order from the capital.

Tell him to prepare a welcoming feast for the soldiers of the Kunlun Division.

And make all the preparations for their next expedition.