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

The dark golden single eye in the sky slowly rotated.

A blood-red countdown appeared in the sky.

00:10:00.

The Chinese are utterly finished. The D-level Corrupted Bone Dragon possesses high-altitude flight capabilities and is equipped with a wide-range bio-chemical gas attack. Pure physical attacks can't even touch their bone fragments!

[Even if a blacksmith is incredibly strong, can he throw a knife 800 meters into the air? Absurd!]

[The nation's fortune, which has already lost 30 percent, is about to be squandered.]

[Once the city walls fall, ten thousand monsters carrying a highly contagious toxin will descend upon China, and even a god couldn't save them!]

[Just waiting to see how they die!!!]

【……】

Inside the exclusive live stream room of the Bald Eagle Nation.

Smith Jackson, who had just received an SSS-level personal enhancement, floated in mid-air.

He spread his arms, and a spherical lightning field with a diameter of more than fifty meters formed around his body.

The sand on the ground was eroded into glass by the high-temperature electric arc.

He gave the camera a thumbs-up, unabashedly displaying his newfound power.

South Korean athlete Park Ji-sung held aloft a golden physical cross, and a 30-meter-high barrier of holy light emitted a dazzling glow.

Takeshi Yamamoto, the sword saint of the Sakura Kingdom, drew the jet-black katana from the treasure chest.

With a casual wave.

The sand dunes on the ground were split in two from the air.

With the system's enhancements, they were full of confidence and certain that China would be destroyed in the second round.

............

China, Yanjing (Beijing).

Strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The air pressure dropped to freezing point.

The large screen continuously updated the think tank system's combat capability assessment report on the D-level Corrupted Bone Dragon.

The result was that they had no chance of winning.

For air units, targeting ordinary people without air defense means is a one-sided massacre.

The heavy alloy doors of the command center were pushed open.

Zhou Yaoguo, who had just regained his youth, strode onto the control panel.

He changed into a crisp military uniform, the stars on his shoulders gleaming under the lights.

The ruthless commander-in-chief who was decisive and feared by the enemy on the border thirty years ago has returned.

He slammed his hand on the control panel.

"Connect me to the three major war zones!" Zhou Yaoguo's voice boomed. "Southeast coast, northwest desert, northern border—all air defense radars—go to maximum power. Disarm all surface-to-air missile arrays."

He pointed to Guan Shan and others sitting quietly under the city wall on the screen.

"These eight compatriots gave their lives to the country. Even if the country bleeds to its last drop, it cannot allow the monster to cross the border even a step. The city gates have been breached, and the army has been deployed to defend against the air raids."

"Fight to the last man!"

All the officers in the hall stood at attention and saluted in unison.

He ran with firm steps to each communication station to issue combat orders.

Numerous missile launch silos opened their covers.

The armored convoy roared out of the base.

The highest level of air raid sirens sounded over major cities across the country.

1.4 billion people stopped what they were doing and looked up at the countdown on the light screen in the sky.

No one backed down.

The Chinese man, whose physical functions had returned to their peak, clenched his fists in silence.

...........

A forbidden zone for the nation's destiny, before the gates of the Chinese capital.

A strong wind whipped up a sky full of yellow sand.

Guan Shan sat cross-legged on the dry sand.

The sand and dust blew a foot away from his body, but were forcefully pushed aside by an invisible barrier and fell to both sides.

Guan Shan opened his eyes. A restrained glint flashed deep within his pupils.

He raised his hands and slowly clenched his fists.

The knuckles emitted a series of popping sounds.

The veins under the skin are prominently bulging.

Blood and qi surged wildly within the blood vessels, producing a dull, thumping sound.

He quickly assessed his current physical condition in his mind.

Strength, speed, and neural reflexes have all improved by 30%.

That's their secret.

The outside world ridiculed them for being incredibly foolish, for giving up the SSS-level treasure chest reward.

Those Western politicians and netizens simply don't understand.

The enhancement items provided by the national fortune system are like water without a source.

The eight of them practiced the "Nine Scrolls of Yin and Yang," which were personally taught to them by their master, Su Chen.

The core rule of this system of laws based on shared origins is extremely simple—the stronger the nation, the stronger they become.

Over the past decade, the world's resources have been depleted, and the fate of China has been affected.

Their cultivation level was firmly suppressed by the Great Dao.

This also causes them to appear old, frail, and disabled.

Just now.

All nine units converted their rewards into national fortune.

The basic increase in the national fortune of China is 10%, plus the 20% increase from the sacrifice and transformation, resulting in a total surge of 30%.

This 30% increase transcended the spatial dimension between reality and the forbidden zone, directly benefiting the eight individuals at the underlying level of the rules.

Everyone's overall strength increased by 30% at that moment.

It has no side effects and no upper limit or bottleneck.

This is infinitely better than obtaining an inanimate weapon or a fragmented martial arts technique.

This is the true path to godhood.

Guan Shan's lips curled up slightly, forming a stiff arc.

A mere national fortune treasure chest is hardly worthy of being compared to the master's layout.

Beside the city wall, an old beggar reached into his tattered cotton-padded coat.

He fumbled around under his armpit for a moment and pulled out a flea that was saturated with blood.

He didn't squeeze hard. A wisp of invisible energy burst forth from his fingertips.

The flea instantly turned into a ball of extremely fine powder.

The old beggar grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"That feels good. My chronic leg pain, which I've had for thirty years, is finally back to normal." He stood up, stretched, and his spine cracked.

His previously hunched back had visibly straightened by about three-tenths of an inch.

The blind old man's withered fingers rested on the broken strings of the erhu.

He did not pull the bow.

He gently plucked the broken string with his finger.

A ring of visible, transparent ripples spread violently outwards from the wooden body of the instrument.

The yellow sand on the surface was pushed aside by the ripples, forming an absolutely clean circular clearing around his body.

The sickly scholar put down the old handkerchief that he had been covering his mouth with.

There was no fresh blood on the handkerchief.

A healthy blush rose to her pale face.

He straightened up and patted the dust off the hem of his long robe.

The surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped, and a thick layer of white frost condensed on the sand surface within three seconds.

The female lead, dressed in tattered opera costume, spun around on the spot, her flowing sleeves whistling sharply and cracking through the air, directly splitting a nearby bluestone.

The butcher touched the rusty boning knife at his waist, and the fat on his belly quickly tightened and shrank, making him look a size bigger.

Five-year-old Mu Xiaoman brushed the sand off her hands. She took short strides and ran to the black wooden coffin covered in green rust.

Chen Xiao remained standing behind the coffin.

His hands gripped the edge tightly. The force he had just felt made his breathing long and deep, and his feet left two deep footprints in the sand.

He reached out and touched the cold surface of the coffin.

"The nation's fortunes have risen so much, you...won't you wake up soon?"

The words had barely left his mouth when the heavy, black wooden coffin suddenly emitted a low, rumbling vibration.

The seven thick sealing nails at the four corners and the very center of the coffin lid simultaneously emitted a red light.

The red light flashed and disappeared in the dim light.

A fierce, ancient aura emanated from beneath the nail.

The gale within a 30-meter radius stopped instantly.