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

Jiang Chen hooked the giant machine's main cannon.

The black waters of Guixu flowed upstream along the giant chain, and the Chinese split screen was instantly flooded with barrage comments.

Just as everyone was waiting for him to unleash his power, a blood-red alarm suddenly lit up in the lower right corner of the sky.

The Russian defense line is crumbling!

Thick smoke billowed.

A three-ton foundation stone of the city wall was pushed from under the rubble and crashed into a blood-filled puddle next to it.

Ivan dragged his badly injured body out.

His left shoulder was charred black, and his right eye was covered in blood.

With each breath, a piercing noise emanated from my chest.

Ivan coughed up black blood and looked up at the outside of the city.

Five hundred meters away, a two-hundred-meter-tall siege machine made of flesh and blood alloy is advancing.

Six alloy spikes took turns penetrating the strata.

With each step, large chunks of rubble would fall from the remaining walls of the Bear Kingdom.

The three plasma cannons on the back of the giant machine have been raised.

Blue-purple arcs of electricity danced back and forth between the cannon muzzles, illuminating the entire scorched earth in a ghastly white light.

Thousands of bone-bladed hounds followed below the giant machine, gathering towards the breach in the city gate.

The Russian nation has only one last, dilapidated line of defense left.

Deep in the trenches, Dmitry huddled in the mud.

This heavyweight champion, who once dominated the underground boxing world, was now holding his head, unable to even muster the strength to stand up.

His tactical vest was covered in blood.

The identification tag left by the previous teammate was still hanging on the shoulder strap.

Ivan picked up the heavy alloy battle axe and walked over to him, stepping over the gravel.

"Dmitri".

"stand up."

Dmitri raised his head.

He saw Ivan's charred shoulder, then glanced at the giant machine outside the city, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Captain, we can't stop them."

"That thing could destroy the city gate with a single shot. Anyone who charges out wouldn't last ten seconds!"

Ivan threw a rifle into his arms.

"You guard the breach."

"I'll go and take its legs off."

Dmitry caught the rifle, his hands still trembling.

"I can't do it..."

Ivan bent down and grabbed his collar.

In his remaining right eye, there was no longer any sign of retreat.

"It's okay to be afraid."

"The gun must not be lost."

"If you're alive, you'll guard the gate."

He released his grip and turned to walk out of the city.

Dmitri slumped in the mud, opening his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Ivan did not turn around.

He knew that Russia had no rear base.

There were no reinforcements.

No one could repair that city wall.

There's only one thing he can do left.

Hold back the giant machine.

Even if it's only for a few seconds.

[Is only Ivan and Dmitry left in the Russian Bear Country?]

One massive machine is enough to flatten their position!

[Ivan's left shoulder was burned by the plasma shockwave, and he still wants to charge?]

Don't go out! Staying at the city gate might give you a little more time to live!

The Boneblade Hounds are already gathering towards the breach!

[Jiang Chen is suppressing the giant machine in China; Russia simply doesn't have that kind of power!]

【..........】

The global barrage of comments scrolled wildly.

Ivan couldn't see it.

A wave of scorching heat hit him as he carried his battle axe across the ruins of the city gate.

The moment his feet touched the scorched earth, Ivan roared back.

Berserk bloodline, unleashed in full force!

boom!

The ground beneath his feet caved in instantly.

His grayish-blue muscles tore through his tattered shirt, and he grew rapidly.

three meters.

Four meters.

Five meters!

Ten seconds later, Ivan had transformed into a five-meter-tall berserk giant.

The wound is still bleeding.

His left shoulder was still charred black.

Berserk only qualified him for one last battle.

Ivan gripped his alloy battle axe and charged head-on at the giant machine.

The first step was taken, and the scorched earth exploded.

With the second step, the bone-blade hounds along the way were shaken and rolled away.

He sprinted for more than 200 meters.

Hundreds of sensory holes on the giant mechanical breastplate rotated simultaneously, and dense red light locked onto Ivan's body.

One of the plasma cannons began to press down.

Ivan glanced up at the cannon muzzle and increased his speed again.

One of the giant machine's spiked legs came crashing down on its face.

The ten-meter-wide metal toe smashed through the ground, kicking up a large amount of rubble.

Ivan sidestepped.

He stepped on the thorny foot that was not yet fully pulled out and leaped upwards.

He swung the heavy battle axe over his head.

"Open it!"

boom!

The axe blade cleaved into the movable joint of the giant machine's limb.

The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing echoed across the wasteland.

The alloy casing dented on the spot, and a five-meter-long crack spread to both sides.

A barrage of sparks hit Ivan's face.

The colossal machine's massive body tilted slightly.

Only twice.

The internal stabilization mechanism was then activated.

The other five spiked legs pressed down simultaneously, forcefully stabilizing the tens of thousands of tons of weight of the body.

Ivan gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands and continued to twist it with all his might.

The axe blade was deeply embedded in the joint.

The crack never widened.

A dense mechanical sound emanated from the belly of the giant machine.

The backup incubation chambers popped open one by one.

The corrosive liquid was poured down from above, landing squarely on Ivan's back.

Large plumes of white smoke immediately billowed from the grayish-blue skin.

Ivan grunted, his feet still rooted to the spot.

The next second, hundreds of bone-blade dogs fell from the cabin.

Sharp claws ripped through the flesh.

Its fangs bit into the shoulders, neck, and arms.

Ivan was completely overwhelmed by the monsters.

He loosened his grip on the axe handle, grabbed the two bone-bladed dogs with his backhand, and slammed them heavily to the ground.

boom!

The two monsters fell silent on the spot.

Ivan delivered another sweeping punch.

The several bone-blade hounds that rushed in front of him were all blasted away.

More monsters trampled over their kind and continued to pounce on his back.

A bone-bladed dog bit Ivan's calf.

Another monster lunged at him, its bone blade severing his left Achilles tendon.

Ivan's body sank down, and he knelt beneath the giant machine.

The corrosive liquid had burned through his back defenses.

Blood seeped from the wounds.

He still did not back down.

With each punch, a monster falls.

Ten heads.

Twenty heads.

Thirty heads.

Ivan knew he was not going to survive.

But with each kill he makes, the pressure on Dmitry to hold the breach lessens.

Above the giant machine, one of the main cannons had already turned.

The cannon was aimed at Ivan's back.

The plasma confinement field contracted rapidly.

The intense blue-violet light illuminated an area of ​​two kilometers in radius, and the sand beneath Ivan's feet began to crystallize.

A death warning pierces the brain.

Ivan tried to stand up.

The ruptured Achilles tendon caused his left leg to lose all support.

He looked up at the main cannon, his face showing no fear.

The next instant, Ivan pulled the battle axe out of the giant machine's joint.

With his last ounce of strength, he hurled the battle axe at the cannon barrel!

The tomahawk is spinning at high speed.

The blade pierced through the dense arc of electricity and slammed heavily against the main gun's outer shell.

boom!

The cannon barrel shifted by half a meter.

The plasma beam then erupted.

A five-meter-thick beam of blue-purple light grazed the giant machine's limbs and pierced through the spot where Ivan was standing.

High temperatures swept through the scorched earth.

The grayish-blue body carbonized and disintegrated under the intense light.

The plasma shockwave continued to propel backward, blasting a 100-meter-long crystalline trench 30 meters from the city gate.

The light dissipated.

Where Ivan stood, only a charred remains of his body remained.

The alloy battle axe fell from the sky.

when!

The axe blade was driven into the scorched earth in front of the city gate.

The strongest fighting force of the Russian Bear Kingdom has been killed in action.

Dmitri lay prone at the edge of the trench, staring blankly at the battle axe.

All the sounds around me disappeared.

He could only see thousands of bone-blade hounds bypassing the battlefield Ivan had left behind and continuing their charge toward the city gate.

One second later, the system broadcast resounded throughout the world.

[Russian athlete Ivan has been killed in action.]

[Current surviving player: one.]

[Defense line damage: 64%]

The conditions for mandatory staffing have been met.

Eight Russian citizens are about to enter the battlefield of national destiny.

Moscow.

The underground air-raid shelters near Red Square fell into dead silence.

The air raid sirens have been sounding for three consecutive days.

Thousands of civilians are crammed into damp underground spaces.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, smoke, and disinfectant.

Forty-two-year-old railway maintenance worker Andrei sat in the corner of the steps.

He was holding his six-year-old daughter in his arms.

The little girl was already asleep, clutching a dirty plush bear in her hand.

Andrei's other hand was clutching a half-empty bottle of vodka.

On the large screen in front, the footage of Ivan's death had just ended.

The only sound in the air-raid shelter was heavy breathing.

Andrei looked down at his daughter.

He wanted to hold the child tighter.

boom!

Eight golden beams of light pierced through the tens of meters of ground and fell directly into the air-raid shelter.

The crowd immediately screamed.

One of the beams of light precisely enveloped Andrei.

"dad!"

The daughter in her arms was startled awake.

She instinctively grabbed Andrei's clothes, crying and refusing to let go.

Andrei was also desperately trying to tighten his arms.

But that pulling force far exceeded the limits that humans could resist.

The father and daughter's hands were forcibly separated.

The plush bear fell from the girl's arms and rolled down the steps.

The last thing Andrei saw was his daughter crying and reaching out her hands to him.

The golden light then engulfed their vision.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a moment.

Andrei knelt heavily on the sand.

The cold wind, carrying the stench of blood, filled my lungs.

He remained in the position of embracing his daughter, but his arms were now empty.

In the palm of his right hand, there were only a few strands of brown fur that had been plucked from the plush bear.

Andrei raised his head.

The city gate has collapsed more than halfway.

Ivan's battle axe was stuck in the scorched earth ahead.

The two-hundred-meter-tall behemoth of flesh and blood continued its advance, and each time its six spiked legs landed, the entire position shook violently.

Thousands of bone-bladed dogs charged in a dispersed manner.

The closest end is already close to the gap in the city gate.

Beside Andrei were seven other civilians who had been forcibly teleported.

A pregnant woman wearing pajamas.

A company employee carrying a briefcase.

An elderly man using a cane.

A supermarket cashier.

A college student.

A car mechanic.

There was also a nurse who had just finished her night shift.

"How did I get teleported here?!"

A company employee's briefcase fell into the muddy water.

The old man took only one step before his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

The pregnant woman clutched her stomach, staring in terror at the charging monster.

"I want to go home!"

"Send me back!"

"My child is still at home!"

The global live streaming room completely exploded.

Why is the system throwing ordinary people directly into the battlefield?!

They didn't even have weapons!

[Captain Ivan is dead, who can stop the giant machine?]

[Quick, get into the trenches! The Boneblade Hounds have already charged in!]

The city wall has only one breach left; it can't be defended!

[The Russian bear country is about to enter a death spiral of manpower replenishment!]

The world is really going to end...