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

Kadena Air Base, the claws and fangs of the United States in the Far East, are being forcibly broken off at this moment.

The chaotic flames and scarlet alarm lights distorted the entire base into an abstract painting of a living hell.

The two assault teams led by Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai were the two most intense strokes on this painting, one meticulously crafted and the other bold and unrestrained, together turning the order and pride that the M country's air force was so proud of upside down.

The battles here are not like the pure, head-on crushing battles at Yokosuka Port.

It presents a bizarre and darkly humorous art of war.

"Listen up, all of you! The division commander has ordered that all aircraft are spoils of war for our Kunlun Division!"

"If anyone accidentally scratches a piece of paint, they'd better use their own skin to patch it up for me when they get home!"

Liang Sanxi's roar was clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier through the tactical communicator.

His figure moved swiftly through the shadows of the massive hangar, his movements silent, like a death god blending into the night.

Their goal was extremely clear.

Not those cold, iron birds worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

Rather, it was the flesh-and-blood pilots of Country M who were trying to pilot these iron birds into the air, and the ground crew who maintained the base's operation.

A blond, blue-eyed ace pilot, his medals gleaming in the firelight.

His face was filled with the shock of surviving a disaster. He scrambled into the cockpit of the F-22 Raptor, his fingers frantically pressing on the instrument panel, eager to close the hatch and take off to escape this hell.

However, the semi-transparent hatch had just begun to close.

A dark shadow descended from the sky without making a sound, landing lightly in front of him and blocking the trajectory of the hatch closing.

It was Liang Sanxi.

His face was expressionless, his eyes calmly fixed on the pilot in the cockpit.

"Get out of here."

Liang Sanxi's voice was calm and devoid of any emotion, yet it contained an unquestionable command.

The pilot's pupils contracted sharply, and the surge of adrenaline made him instinctively reach for the M9 pistol at his waist.

His movements were swift, something to be proud of in the US Air Force.

But his hand had just touched the gun handle.

Liang Sanxi's hand had already moved faster than Liang Sanxi's, his five fingers precisely covering the back of Liang Sanxi's hand and gently pressing down.

"Snap!"

A sickeningly sharp cracking sound, clearly audible in the cramped cockpit, rang out.

The pilot's arm was twisted backward at an angle beyond human limits, and the stark white bone fragments even pierced through the flight suit.

A wave of excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed him.

"Aaaaaahh ...

He opened his mouth, preparing to let out a scream powerful enough to tear eardrums apart.

Liang Sanxi seemed a little annoyed by his noise, his brows furrowed slightly, and he casually waved his other hand forward.

A gentle breeze swept by.

The pilot's scream was abruptly cut off, stuck in his throat.

His body jolted as if electrocuted, then slumped into the driver's seat, completely losing consciousness.

Liang Sanxi lifted the burly man, weighing over 180 pounds, out of the cockpit with one hand, as easily as picking up a rabbit, and casually tossed him into a corner of the hangar, where he was piled up with the other unconscious pilots and ground crew.

After doing all this, he turned around and gently ran his palm over the smooth, cold stealth coating of the F-22.

A hint of admiration flickered in his eyes.

"Great stuff, really great stuff... This futuristic paint, this exquisite workmanship, I'll have to get those crazy guys in the research department to take it apart and study it thoroughly, to squeeze every last drop of value out of it."

Similar yet distinct scenes unfolded in every corner of the base.

The soldiers of the Kunlun Division transformed into the most efficient and precise "surgical experts".

They used an unbelievable method to perfectly separate the two elements of "people" and "equipment".

Any M country soldier who attempts to raise a gun in resistance will have their neck snapped in an instant, or have an invisible finger pierce their forehead, leaving no survivors.

The drivers and engineers, who were considered "technical assets," were precisely stunned and then neatly stacked at a designated rendezvous point, like cargo.

The entire process was fluid, precise, and efficient, imbued with a violent sense of order.

On the other hand, Jin Kailai's team perfectly embodied the aesthetics of violence.

Their style is simple, crude, and direct.

An air traffic control tower, constructed of special reinforced concrete, stands out prominently in the base, reaching a height of tens of meters.

Jin Kailai strolled leisurely to the foot of the tower, his feet slightly apart, his back bent, and he immediately stood at attention.

He took a deep breath, and his chest visibly swelled up.

Immediately, he clenched his right fist, his arm muscles bulged, and veins bulged, and he threw a powerful punch at the heavy base of the tower!

"Collapse it, you bastard!!!"

"Thump—!!!"

That wasn't an explosion, but a deafening, muffled roar that was far more unsettling than any explosion.

The foundation of the entire command tower was instantly shattered by an unimaginable force.

Countless jagged cracks started from the point of contact between Jin Kailai's fist and spread wildly upwards, covering the entire tower in the blink of an eye.

The towering building emitted a tooth-grinding groan as its internal steel structure crumbled inch by inch.

next second.

"BOOM—!!!"

The command tower snapped in half, its upper section collapsing with a deafening roar and crashing to the ground, turning into a pile of dusty ruins.

One after another, the sturdy barracks were as fragile as paper blocks, easily razed to the ground by the iron fists and steel legs of the soldiers.

The radar station's antenna dish was twisted into a pretzel shape.

The communications center was completely uprooted.

The wall of the logistics warehouse was kicked through.

All buildings that were unrelated to aircraft, of value, or that posed a potential threat were being erased from the base at an alarming rate.

The resistance of the M country's air force completely collapsed after the initial ten minutes of chaos.

Their proud air superiority became a joke when the enemy didn't even give them a chance to take off.

Their ground troops, however, were not even worthy of being targets in the face of these invulnerable monsters with the strength to shake mountains.

That wasn't a battle; it was a natural disaster.

Fear, like a virus, is replicating wildly among the survivors.

Despair, like ink dripping into clear water, quickly pollutes everyone's soul.

However, what truly destroyed their minds was neither Liang Sanxi's precision nor Jin Kailai's rage.

Instead, it was Yuan Lang.

That man who always wore a cynical smile and seemed the most harmless.

At this moment, he was standing in the center of the base, on the most open tarmac.

He spread his arms wide, slightly raised, as if to embrace the night sky dyed red by the firelight.

Beneath his feet, a massive black and white Tai Chi diagram, over a hundred meters in diameter and composed of pure internal energy, was slowly and silently rotating, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

Yuan Lang's lips parted slightly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching every corner of the battlefield.

"rise!"

He gave a low shout and suddenly raised both hands upwards!

The next moment, a scene unfolded that terrified all the surviving M country soldiers.

On the ground, there were the corpses of all the US soldiers killed by the Kunlun Division fighters, the wreckage of the destroyed Humvees and infantry fighting vehicles, and the torn tank armor...

At this moment, hundreds and thousands of tons of steel and flesh were completely freed from the pull of gravity.

They trembled, making strange noises like metal rubbing and bones colliding, and slowly floated into the night sky.

Countless mutilated corpses and twisted, deformed steel gathered and swirled in the night sky above Yuan Lang's head, eventually forming a gigantic tornado of steel and flesh composed of death and destruction!

"Use your weapons to bury your soldiers."

"Use your corpses to destroy your hope."

A hint of pity flashed in Yuan Lang's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by absolute coldness.

He raised his right hand and pointed lightly at a M army defensive fortification in the distance that was still putting up a stubborn resistance.

"go."

The terrifying tornado composed of steel and corpses seemed to have received an imperial decree and instantly found an outlet for its pent-up energy!

It roared and howled, dragging a rain of blood as it slammed into that position!

"BOOM—BOOM—!!!"

The dull, relentless thuds continued incessantly.

That wasn't the explosion of a shell, but a pure physical impact, measured in tons, at extremely high speeds.

Countless American soldiers, in their final moments, saw the unseeing faces of their fallen comrades and the wreckage of the tanks they had once driven, all coming toward them.

They were smashed to pieces.

The entire defensive position was instantly submerged, covered, and flattened by this torrent of death.

The scene was filled with absurd and disgusting cruelty.

It completely broke the last nerve of the survivor.

"The devil...that's the devil's sorcery!"

"It's a demon! Run! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

The surviving US soldiers went completely insane.

They threw down their weapons, screamed and cried out inhumanly, and scattered in all directions.

However, an invisible net formed by Kunlun warriors had already enveloped the entire base.

What awaits them is a precise and efficient harvest.

The massacre continues.

But the outcome of the battle was already decided.

When the entire Kadena Air Base was empty except for the intact fighter jets and mountains of prisoners, with not a single enemy standing.

Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai walked side by side to Yuan Lang's side.

"Old Yuan, your move... damn it's too ruthless. You're not just killing someone, you're destroying their spirit too." Liang Sanxi looked at the "Mound of Jing" made of corpses and remains in the distance and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Yuan Lang dispelled the Tai Chi diagram beneath his feet, and his domineering masterly aura vanished instantly, returning him to his carefree and nonchalant self. He chuckled and dusted off his hands.

"All's fair in war. The division commander said we need to instill fear in them to the core. I think nothing makes them understand true fear more than dying at the hands of their own people, being killed by their own weapons."

He paused, then turned his gaze to the M country technicians who were being held under guard and had blank stares, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Besides, look, none of these precious birds were damaged. The division commander is counting on them to teach our pilots how to fly these beautiful iron birds, hand in hand."

Jin Kailai looked at the rows of intact, futuristic fighter jets with satisfaction and nodded in a deep voice.

"Mission complete. Now, we await the division commander's signal."

The three of them looked up at the same time, gazing towards Tokyo, the main island of Japan.

They knew that they were just one tributary in this storm of revenge sweeping across Japan.

The real main course was at that filthy shrine that enshrined the souls of countless war criminals.

The final judgment will be carried out by that godlike man himself.

The night sky there seemed to be stained with an indelible blood-red color, as if by a torrent of resentment that had been suppressed for a century.

They could almost hear the silent roars of countless indomitable spirits on that defiled land.

waiting.

We await the arrival of Kunlun.

The flames of revenge await, to burn that filthy den of demons to ashes!