National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

The moment the countdown reached zero, twelve colossal, two-hundred-meter-tall machines of flesh and blood simultaneously emerged from the crack.

On the battlefield of China, it alone occupies two.

All six plasma cannons were locked onto the black wooden coffin!

[The second round, fourth wave of monster siege has begun!]

[Special Disaster-Level Unit: Flesh Alloy Siege Machine!]

[Deployment Method: Twelve giant machines will lock onto the eleven defensive lines with the highest threat levels!]

[China ranks first in threat level; one more tower will be deployed!]

The system notification faded.

The space outside the thirty-two defensive lines collapsed simultaneously, and a black storm swept across the wasteland.

The ten-meter-wide alloy spikes were the first to pierce the ground.

boom!

The strata collapsed.

Dense cracks extend in all directions, with the furthest one stretching for half a kilometer.

Immediately afterwards, the massive body squeezed out of the crack.

Six mechanical limbs support a body weighing tens of thousands of tons, and the thoracic cavity is composed of high-density alloy and dark red living tissue.

Hundreds of sensory openings are arranged in the center of the breastplate.

Wherever the red light swept, the city gates, contestants, and weapons were all quickly marked.

On the back of the behemoth, three five-meter-caliber main cannons slowly rose.

Blue-purple arcs of electricity crawled along the cannon barrel, and the piercing sound of charging drowned out the storm.

Its abdomen then opened.

Hundreds of incubation chambers ruptured simultaneously.

Green slime splattered on the ground, from which tens of thousands of bone-blade dogs surged forth.

These monsters, with their limbs flat on the ground and bone blades growing on their backs, instantly covered the area in front of the thirty-two positions.

The twelve colossal machines were then deployed to eleven key battlefields.

Two of them, one on the left and one on the right, head straight for the Huaxia City Gate!

Bald Eagle Position.

David looked up at the massive machine, his enhanced lungs suddenly tightening.

His breathing stopped for a full two seconds.

"Fire!"

A brown-haired youth, recently repositioned to fill a gap in the position, huddled behind a crumbling wall, his voice already distorted.

David bit his tongue and raised his hand to unleash a pillar of fire.

The blazing flames collided head-on with the giant mechanical breastplate.

The dark red living tissue writhed rapidly.

The flames had barely burned a small charred mark when the surrounding flesh filled the wound back in.

The whole process took only half a second.

The last trace of color drained from David's face.

His flames couldn't even slow down the opponent's steps.

The three main cannons on the back of the giant machine slowly rotated.

The cannons were locked onto the city gate.

Blue light is becoming increasingly prevalent.

Stone chips on the city wall began to float.

Everyone knew that once the shelling landed, the entire position would be flattened by the intense heat.

Meanwhile, the Russian bear's position.

Ivan ripped off his bandages and roared as he activated his berserk mode.

The bones expanded rapidly.

The muscles burst through the shirt.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a humanoid behemoth nearly four meters tall.

"Smash it!"

Ivan stomped his feet on the cracked ground and charged head-on into the pack of bone-blade dogs.

He had only rushed fifty meters when all the sensory holes on the giant machine's chest turned towards him.

One of the main guns was lowered.

boom!

The dark blue plasma beam grazed Ivan's left shoulder and blasted into the ruins twenty meters behind him.

The soil first crystallizes, and then vaporizes directly.

A charred, deep pit, twenty meters in diameter, was formed in an instant.

The shockwave swept outwards.

Ivan's protective aura shattered instantly, and his massive body spun and flew a hundred meters before embedding itself heavily in the city wall.

He coughed up blood and foam, and his left shoulder was completely charred.

The enhanced cell activity barely maintained the heartbeat, but the person had already lost consciousness.

From beginning to end, the shelling never hit him directly.

In twelve key split-screen displays worldwide, all the giant machines simultaneously came to a halt.

Six spikes extend downwards, firmly embedding themselves into the earth.

Thirty-six main cannons were raised in sequence.

The air ionization level rises rapidly.

Blue-purple arcs of lightning crawled across the cannon barrel, turning the dark clouds in the sky a ghastly white.

In front of the Chinese front.

Two colossal machines stood on the left and right, leading 20,000 bone-blade hounds as they steadily approached.

Six main cannons crossed the city wall and locked onto the black wooden coffin in the very center.

The camera angles switch instantly across the sky.

Hundreds of millions of viewers around the world are watching China simultaneously.

Two? Why would China attack two simultaneously?!

[The system has already announced that the player with the highest threat level will be additionally deployed!]

[Ivan was only hit by the aftershocks and fell; who could withstand a direct artillery barrage?]

[With all six cannons firing simultaneously, can the city defenses relocate?]

Protect the black coffin first! The ancestor is about to wake up!

[Senior Guanshan, quickly draw your sword and cleave them all into the spatial rift!]

There seems to be something on the giant machine's abdomen; it's sealing off space!

Yanjing, the underground strategic command center.

The alarms blared in unison.

The military industry specialist stared at the energy curve, his face turning pale.

"Sir, China has a total of six main guns on the front."

"According to model estimates, the instantaneous thermal effect generated when each cannon hits is close to the concentrated release of ten tactical nuclear warheads at the same point."

"Six cannons firing simultaneously; the existing city walls cannot withstand it."

Zhou Yaoguo's gaze was fixed on the screen.

His five fingers slowly tightened, pressing five clear finger marks onto the edge of the reinforced alloy table.

Within the realm of national destiny.

The high-pressure airflow generated by the cannon muzzle swept across the position.

The campfire quickly shrank into a ball of dark red embers.

Guan Shan stood up, gripping the blood-patterned iron sword in his right hand.

The blade had barely extended half an inch when dozens of long silver needles simultaneously sprang from the bellies of the two colossal machines.

The long needle pierced the ground.

The surrounding spatial coordinates began to change rapidly.

A cold glint flashed in Guan Shan's eyes.

His power to sever boundaries still allows him to wield his sword.

The landing point kept shifting.

If you forcefully strike, the blade might glide across the city gate and the black coffin.

Old Luo glanced at the wildly spinning compass needle, and his face darkened.

"Phase anchoring field".

"These things remember the sword you used in the last battle."

Guan Shan slowly pushed the sword back into its sheath.

"Two directions, six cannons."

"The landing points are all messed up; we can't take any risks."

Ji Yuan held twelve paper warriors between her fingers.

The paper figure's surface glows with the azure light of the nation's destiny, ready to charge at the pack of dogs at any moment.

They were enough to clear out the monsters on the ground, but not enough to seal all six main cannons at the same time.

Old Luo stepped over three positions in succession.

The bronze compass suddenly magnified, and the eight gate array patterns below the city wall lit up one by one.

The phase anchoring field continuously impacts the city formation.

A fine crackling sound quickly emanated from the compass surface.

"At most, it will be one round off course."

"The second round of shelling will definitely come."

Three seconds remain before firing.

Six plasma clusters had already solidified into dazzling blue-purple orbs inside the cannon muzzle.

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the center of the position.

"It's so noisy it hurts my ears."

Jiang Chen slowly rose in front of the black wooden coffin.

A tattered straw hat covered his eyebrows and eyes.

A pair of old rubber shoes stepped over the embers and stopped at the very front of the group.

"Guan Shan, put the knife away for now."

"This round is mine."

Jiang Chen raised his hand and untied the hemp rope around his waist.

The hemp rope hung down in circles.

The rope end dripped thick, black water.

As the black water landed, a narrow crack immediately appeared in the center of the sand.

Cold, fishy vapor seeped out from the depths of the crack.

Ever since the power of Guixu took shape, the other end of Jiang Chen's corpse-retrieval lock has been submerged in this black water.

He gripped the rope tightly and suddenly pulled upwards.

Whoosh!

The sound of heavy iron chains clanging came from underground.

Section 1.

Ten sections.

Hundred Festivals.

He forcibly dragged the giant chain, covered in dark red rust spots, out of the Ruins.

Each iron ring is as big as a human head.

At the very front is a three-pronged iron hook, its tip gleaming with a dark sheen from years of soaking in the river.

The black market has been exposed.

The ripples from the Guixu water spread outwards along the iron ring.

The erratic arcs of electricity nearby quickly dimmed, and the pointer of the bronze compass stabilized again.

The global live stream went silent for a brief moment.

Immediately afterwards, the barrage of comments exploded.

[Jiang Chen is going to use an iron hook to strike a 200-meter-long machine?]

Where did that chain come from?!

[Return to the Void! This is the power of Return to the Void awakened after the nation's destiny broke through!]

[He managed to sink a swarm of crocodiles into the black water last time; is he going to sink a giant machine this time?]

The alarm on the giant machine on the left suddenly swelled up.

The main gun's constraint field has reached its limit.

The first wisp of blue-purple plasma has already shot out of the cannon muzzle.

Jiang Chen stepped back with his right foot.

boom!

The rubber boots sank into the ground, and the surrounding yellow sand was shaken away several meters.

He swung the giant chain with one hand.

The heavy chain, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, soared into the air.

The black water of Guixu flowed along the iron ring, and the lightning arcs along the way were quickly swallowed up by the black water as soon as they approached.

The three-clawed iron hook tore through the plasma turbulence outside the cannon muzzle.

Heading straight for the main cannon base of the giant machine!

Jiang Chenchen twisted his shoulders and waist, his right hand gripping the end of the chain tightly with his five fingers.

"What sinks to the bottom of the river belongs to me."

Boom!

The three-clawed iron hooks pierced through the alloy armor and embedded themselves deeply into the main gun connection.

The entire black chain taut instantly.

The two-hundred-meter-tall behemoth emitted a sharp alarm, and its six spiked legs simultaneously exerted force into the ground.

Jiang Chen raised his head, and a smile slowly spread across his lips beneath his bamboo hat.

"Hanging in the sky—"

"It's still mine!"