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

The night's rest did not extinguish the flame of revenge in the hearts of the Kunlun Division soldiers.

Instead, the flames seemed to be doused with the hottest oil, transforming from a smoldering fire deep within everyone's soul into a raging inferno capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.

The next day.

As dawn broke, the sky was just beginning to glow with a faint golden hue, and the thin mist over Dalian Port had not yet completely dissipated.

There was no whistle.

No command was given.

On the training ground, three thousand figures dressed in black combat uniforms stood silently, as if they had never left, as if they were gods and demons who grew out of the shadows of this land.

They formed a silent, death-laden black square, moving so fast the naked eye could hardly see them, so still that even the wind seemed to swerve around them.

The fatigue from last night's bloody battle had long been washed away by the surging true energy within my body.

Instead, there was a more restrained, yet more terrifying aura.

That was the absolute understanding of one's own power that truly settled down after personally erasing a modern military fortress along with an aircraft carrier fleet from the map with one's fists and true energy.

Their eyes changed.

It's no longer the sharpness that belonged solely to top special forces soldiers, but rather a kind of indifference that looks down on ants.

A transcendental view that sees the torrent of steel, missiles, and artillery as nothing.

The murderous aura contained within, along with the solidified, tangible ice, caused the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees out of nowhere.

Everyone knew that the destruction of Pyeongtaek Port was just the beginning.

Today, they will embark on a more arduous and sacred journey.

In the queue, Wang Yanbing gently nudged Shi Sanba beside him with his shoulder, his voice extremely low, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, yet carrying a hint of suppressed, twisted pleasure.

"Old Shi, the best part last night wasn't turning that M1A2 into a pancake."

"It was that American soldier, sitting in the tank, watching my hand press down, his face a mixture of horror, confusion, and a complete collapse of his worldview."

"I can remember that expression for a year."

Shi Sanba didn't even lift his eyelids, a cold, sharp smile curving his lips.

"Vulgar. That's the pleasure of beasts."

"My pleasure lies in using a thread of true energy to silently slice through their prized alloy armor, disintegrating them and their weapons into the most basic particles before they even realize they are dead."

"That's not called killing, that's called 'erasure,' it's an art."

"You know nothing! My style is called Power Aesthetics!"

Just as Wang Yanbing was about to continue his rebuttal, the atmosphere of the entire formation suddenly changed.

Those thousands of unruly, violent, and bloodthirsty killing intents, as if encountering the king's subjects, were instantly soothed and subdued, ultimately merging into a more magnificent and profound aura.

There was another figure on the platform.

Su Chen.

He was still dressed in black, standing with his hands behind his back, without making any unnecessary movements.

He simply stood there, and became the center of the entire world, the sole totem of faith for the three thousand divine and demonic warriors.

Behind him, Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei stood side by side. Both were dressed in black, tight-fitting combat suits, their breathtaking curves concealed beneath a deadly chill. Their faces showed no trace of feminine fragility; their eyes, like Su Chen's, were calm, yet concealed a murderous intent capable of destroying everything.

"Soldiers!"

Su Chen spoke, his voice not loud, but not like thunder, but like an invisible needle, precisely piercing the depths of each warrior's soul, instantly igniting the flames in their spirits.

"Last night, we removed a malignant tumor that the US had planted on the East Asian continent, making a good start for the expedition!"

From within the formation, a suppressed, low-pitched response, like a dragon's roar, rang out.

"But!" Su Chen's tone shifted abruptly, rising sharply, the emotion in his voice causing the blood of every soldier to rush uncontrollably. "That was just an appetizer!"

"Today, we face national and familial grievances, and a century-old pact!"

He scanned the faces below, distorted by extreme excitement, and spoke each word with a tearful, agonizing tone.

"Our goal—Japan!"

"boom--!"

No need for any extra words, these two words are enough to ignite everything!

The suppressed emotions, at this moment, transformed into a torrent of murderous intent that tore through the clouds above the training ground, forming a blood-red storm that was visible to the naked eye and composed of pure spiritual power!

"Let's wash away the blood of Japan! To comfort the souls of our fallen heroes!"

"Flatten Mount Fuji! Bury a turtle in Tokyo Bay!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the eyes of every Kunlun warrior burns a fierce flame of blood.

That is a mark of hatred engraved in our blood, passed down for more than a century!

Su Chen raised his hand and made a slight pressure.

The ferocious killing intent, powerful enough to make even ghosts and gods retreat, subsided instantly.

But in the chests of every soldier, the boiling hatred was being compressed and condensed wildly, becoming more dangerous and deadly than before.

"First target!" His voice became extremely solemn, "Kadena Air Base in Okinawa! The largest US air force base in the Asia-Pacific region!"

"There are their F-22s, their F-35s, and their Global Hawks, which they call 'God's Eye.' They are their henchmen who lord it over this land."

"I want you to break the wings of these iron birds one by one, and wipe them, along with their nests, from this world completely!"

The soldiers clenched their fists, and their knuckles made a metallic grinding sound.

"The second goal..."

Su Chen paused deliberately, and the whole world seemed to fall silent.

His voice was like a cold wind blowing from the deepest hell, sending a perverse pleasure through everyone's soul in a shiver.

"Yasukuni Shrine!"

The moment those two words were uttered, a murderous aura ten times more violent than before, even carrying a hint of resentment and curse, erupted!

"That's not a shrine, that's a filthy latrine that worships the demon of butchers! It's a century-old poisonous nail driven into the backbone of our nation!"

"I want you to use your fists, use your inner energy, to tear that filthy building to dust, brick by brick!"

"I want you to personally crush the memorial tablets of every single Class A war criminal inside who slaughtered our ancestors!"

"I want you to use the most intense true fire to scorch those filthy souls of the dead, so that they won't even have the chance to fall into the cycle of reincarnation! May they wail eternally in the flames of karma, until their souls are utterly destroyed!"

"roar--!"

All the Kunlun warriors could no longer contain themselves and let out a deafening roar, their eyes completely covered in bloodshot veins.

In his mind, the desperate cries of his ancestors under the butcher's knife a hundred years ago, and the scene of that shrine turning to ashes, intertwined wildly, giving rise to the most primal and purest desire for destruction.

"The third target!" Su Chen's voice became the final pronouncement of death.

"Destroy all of the US military bases in Japan! Eradicate their influence completely from East Asia!"

He took a deep breath, his voice resounding through the heavens like a divine pronouncement.

"In this battle, leave no survivors!"

"Surrender is not accepted in this battle!"

"This battle is solely for revenge!"

"Now, I command!"

"Everyone board!"

"Target—Japan!"

"yes!"

Three thousand black lightning bolts tore through the air and rushed toward the dozens of "Kunpeng" strategic transport aircraft that were already gaping open on the tarmac.

The cabin door slowly closed, isolating it from the outside world.

The massive engine began to roar, and the array of runes on the surface of the fuselage lit up one by one, eventually merging into one, making the huge fuselage blurry in both light and spiritual perception, until it finally disappeared completely.

When the massive transport aircraft formation, like a flock of black divine birds breaking free from physical constraints, silently soared into the sky.

Su Chen looked down through the specially designed porthole at the deep blue of the Yellow Sea below.

His gaze seemed to pierce through a century of time.

On this very sea, a fleet hailed as the strongest in Asia, along with the fate of an ancient empire, sank to the cold seabed, beginning a century of bloodshed and humiliation.

And today.

He will lead the most powerful legion of gods and demons in the history of the Dragon Kingdom across this Sea of ​​Destiny and set foot on the island that once brought endless disasters to this land.

He wanted to use the enemy's blood to wash away a century of national humiliation.

He wanted to use the enemy's wails to comfort the countless heroic souls.

"The debts of the First Sino-Japanese War, all the deep-seated hatred accumulated over the past century..."

Su Chen spoke softly, as if making a promise to history, or as if reporting to something within his body.

"Today, I've come to collect my debts with power far beyond your reach."

"Principal and interest included, no credit allowed."

His voice faded into the hum of the cabin.

The aircraft swarm turned course above the clouds, heading east towards the rising sun, tearing open the sky above that blood-stained land.

Japan...

We've arrived.