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

In mid-air, the last eight golden dragons intertwined and circled.

With a sudden flick of its thick dragon tail, a violent storm of spiritual energy arose.

The yellow sand on the ground was swirled into the air, forming small tornadoes.

Hundreds of fissure worms, still scurrying about on the ground, had no time to react and were swept directly into the eye of the storm.

The hard prism shell, crushed by absolute force, emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

Before the green fluid could even splash out, it was completely evaporated by the high-temperature spiritual energy.

Liu Bai stood still, his pale eyes fixed on the last Zerg Queen in mid-air.

The queen was the largest of them all, and the ovipositor in her abdomen was still writhing wildly, trying to make a final struggle.

Liu Bai snorted coldly, and the last silver needle that flew out of the dark red wooden box drew a blinding white light in mid-air.

The silver needles tore through the air, producing a sharp sonic boom.

The white light accurately penetrated the seventh crevice of the Queen's abdominal armor.

"Bang!"

The empress's enormous body exploded in mid-air.

A torrent of highly concentrated green acid poured down from the sky.

Eight golden dragons raised their heads in unison, spewing out large swaths of blazing golden flames.

Before the acid rain even hit the ground, it was burned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of its pungent odor.

Seven minutes.

From the moment 100,000 Zerg hordes tore through space and descended to the moment the last Queen shattered into dust, only seven minutes had passed.

The front of the Huaxia position was covered with a thick layer of green slime and broken shells.

Not even the slightest insect claw mark was left on that towering bronze city wall.

David lay in the scorched sand pit, spitting out mouthfuls of bloody sand.

It felt like I had swallowed a hot coal.

He has just triggered the second "Phoenix Rebirth".

What was once a source of pride for their S-class superpowers became a complete joke in the face of these insects that could reflect energy.

He dared not unleash hellfire, and could only rely on his physical body to withstand the insect's sickle-like forelimbs.

He was cornered by dozens of insects and had his arms and legs torn off, before he desperately chose to self-destruct to save his life.

David looked up, his face covered in blood.

The position around him had been half destroyed by the bomb, and the new recruits who had just been teleported there were not even a complete bone left; they were all chewed up and swallowed by the insects.

He was breathing heavily, staring intently at the China Live broadcast split screen on the tactics panel.

On what grounds?

He's a superhero from the Bald Eagle Country!

He was injected with the most advanced gene serum and now possesses the highest level of superpowers!

The entire Western world regarded him as a savior!

Why did those two old, weak, sick, and disabled people from China kill all 100,000 teleporting insects without even breaking a sweat?

David was gripping the sand with both hands, not even noticing his fingernails breaking.

The pain in his fingers was nothing compared to the intense sense of powerlessness that welled up inside him.

This feeling of helplessness was even more unbearable for him than being bitten to death by insects.

His prized technology and superpowers were utterly crushed in the face of China's mysterious heritage.

Japanese positions.

Tanaka leaned against the dilapidated city wall, panting heavily.

His alloy arms were pitted and corroded by the insect's acid, and the outer bionic skin was long gone, leaving only the blackened metal skeleton inside.

Engine oil mixed with blood dripped down the blood-stained metal parts, splashing into the muddy water and creating bursts of blood.

He survived.

By kicking the three newcomers into the swarm of insects as bait, he bought a few precious seconds and managed to withstand the insects' bites with his alloy skeleton.

"Baka..."

Tanaka stared at the tactics panel, his teeth grinding together.

On the Chinese side, not even a speck of dust fell from the city walls.

To survive, he abandoned all human decency, turning into a half-human, half-machine monster, only able to eke out a living here.

Why were the Chinese able to win so easily?

Where did they learn all those supernatural tricks from?

He wished he could rush into the screen right now, tear all those gatekeepers from China to shreds, and steal their martial arts techniques.

The Russian bear's position.

Dmitry knelt on the ground, his right hand tightly covering his left eye.

Blood gushed from between his fingers, dripping onto the ice beneath him, instantly freezing into red shards.

His prized Frost Armor melted completely in less than five minutes in the face of the insect swarm's high concentration of acid.

An insect's leg pierced his left eye, nearly shredding his brain.

He looked at the Chinese split screen on the sky with his only remaining right eye, his rugged face full of bitterness.

"Are the things left by our ancestors really that amazing?"

Dmitri muttered to himself as the battle axe in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Singapore position.

The blind awakened Li Wei slumped in the mud, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

His "mind's eye" sensed the dire state of the entire defense line.

Exhausted, he was unable to defend the entire section of the city wall.

The right third of the defense line was torn open by the swarm of insects, leaving a huge gap.

The system forcibly activated the waitlist pool.

Six hundred unprepared civilians were teleported over and directly filled the gap.

Screams, chewing sounds, and the cracking of bones echoed wildly in Li Wei's mind.

He could even clearly "see" how the insect's mouthparts tore open the civilian's throat.

He covered his ears tightly, but he couldn't block out the sounds no matter what he did.

He sensed the quiet on the Chinese front.

That absolute control drove him insane with jealousy.

Why can Chinese people sit there smoking and chatting, while they have to use human lives to fill this bottomless pit!

The global Sky Screen public channel exploded with comments.

[Seven minutes! 100,000 insects, 100 queens, gone in seven minutes!]

Is this some kind of monster-killing or floor-sweeping? Are the Chinese cheating?!

David lost two lives, Tanaka's hands were ruined, Russia lost an eye, but China didn't even have a hair's breadth of trouble!

[Singapore lost 600 lives to hold out. I just watched the live broadcast; those civilians didn't even have time to react before they were all eaten.]

[Please, China, reveal your cultivation techniques! Humanity is on the verge of extinction; you can't be so selfish!]

[Shut up, you foreign devil! When the bugs first appeared, weren't you all mocking us Chinese for not having superpowers?]

[Exactly! Why should we give you the skills passed down from our ancestors? If you can't even defend the city gates, then stand at attention and take your punishment!]

[A one-stop service for funeral arrangements, specializing in eliminating all the unnecessary frills! Our ancestors were amazing!]

【I'm going to learn Traditional Chinese Medicine right now, nobody can stop me! Acupuncture needles are so cool!】

[The combination of feng shui formations and coroner's examination of corpses—I'm impressed by this imaginative idea; the depths of Chinese cultural heritage are truly unfathomable.]

Where are those countries that were just clamoring to partition China? Why are they silent now?

Serves them right! Let them enjoy themselves among the worms!

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The Chinese front.

Old Luo raised his hand and waved it towards the air.

The hundred-meter-wide bronze giant wheel rapidly shrank, transforming into a streak of blue light that fell back into his palm.

He tucked the compass into his robes, and the eight golden dragons in mid-air let out a high-pitched roar, transforming into countless golden particles of light that fluttered down.

The light particles landed on the sand, and the land that had been corroded by the insectoid acid instantly regained its vitality.

Liu Bai stood still and took out a clean white cloth from the dark red wooden box.

With a slight twitch of his fingers, one hundred and eight silver needles flew back from the pile of insect corpses, hovering neatly in front of him.

He wiped the green viscous substance off the silver needles one by one with a white cloth, his movements slow and methodical, showing no sign of haste.

After wiping, Liu Bai put the silver needles back into the wooden box, closed the lid, and carried it in his hand.

The two turned around and walked back to the center of the position side by side, arriving at the black wooden coffin.

Old Luo plopped down on the sand and pulled out his old pipe from his waist.

He pressed the tobacco inside with his thumb, then leaned over to the burning deadwood held by a nearby corpse puppet and took a couple of puffs.

He exhaled a thick white smoke ring, and Old Luo grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth through his withered lips.

"You little rascal, your needle-throwing accuracy is much better than before."

Old Luo tapped his pipe and glanced at Liu Bai.

"I remember twenty years ago, Master took us to the mortuary for you to practice. The first time you used a knife to examine a corpse, your hand was shaking so badly that you almost cut the dead person's intestines."

Liu Bai pushed up his reading glasses, a hint of unease appearing on his pale face.

He placed the mahogany box at his feet and began to speak in a serious manner.

"Senior Brother Luo, you've got it wrong."

"That winter, the mortuary was drafty, and I was shivering from the cold, not from shaking hands."

Old Luo curled his lip: "Give me a break, you wet your pants back then and you're complaining about the cold weather. If your master hadn't been there to protect you, you would have been hit by the corpse energy."

Sitting on the other side of the coffin, Chen Xiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders trembling.

Guan Shan, clutching the blood-patterned iron sword, leaned against the city wall. Though he remained silent, the scar on his face twitched slightly.

The originally tense battlefield was completely disrupted by these few words of banter.

Hahaha, the two brothers bickering is so cute!

One second he's a killing machine, the next he's chatting like a family—the contrast is absolutely adorable!

The eight generals of Huaxia are so down-to-earth; they have absolutely no airs.

[Liu Bai: I was cold! Old Luo: You peed your pants! That's hilarious!]

[Old Eight is still chuckling to himself; watch out, your senior brother might prick you with a needle!]

[This atmosphere is wonderful; it feels like sitting under a big tree at the village entrance, listening to an old man brag.]

Who would have thought that these people had just wiped out 100,000 alien insectoids!

This is the confidence of the Chinese people—unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses before them!

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