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

The piercing sound of mechanical alarms suddenly shattered the sky above the nation's destiny space.

The entire sky was instantly covered by a blinding red light, overshadowing the original gray tones.

[WARNING! The sixth wave of the second round of monster sieges is about to begin!]

[This round will trigger a special mechanism, resulting in the appearance of an SS-rank Abyss Commander unit!]

The Abyss Commander possesses complete tactical intelligence, self-evolution capabilities, and a troop enhancement aura! All players, please prepare accordingly!

Three consecutive high-decibel broadcasts resounded over the positions of the twenty-five surviving countries.

Bald Eagle Country's position.

David's face, stained with black blood, twitched violently a few times.

He slammed his fist into the scorched earth beside him, the skin on the back of his hand tearing open, but he didn't utter a sound.

On the tactics panel, a bright red "1" is flashing in the respawn count column.

SS level.

Previously, the monsters I fought so hard against were only A-rank or S-rank hybrids.

This time, the system jumped a whole major level!

David was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He turned his head to look to the side.

Father Anthony knelt in the mud, his hands gripping the silver cross tightly, frantically chanting the Bible.

The gemstone on the cross, which once shone with a faint golden light, has now completely dimmed, turning into a dull, gray stone.

"Shut up!"

David cursed in frustration.

This charlatan can't do anything but pray.

SS-rank monsters with tactical intelligence will definitely prioritize attacking the weak points on the defensive line.

When the monster charges at him, he will kick the priest out to block the attack, giving himself a chance to use his spatial dodge ability.

Japanese positions.

Tanaka's newly grown alloy arms emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound.

He looked down at his palm, his metal knuckles moving back and forth, making a crisp clicking sound.

SS-rank commander, possessing tactical wisdom.

This means that the old, mindless monster-luring strategy is no longer viable.

Tanaka turned his head and stared at the two newlyweds huddled in the corner of the city wall.

A college student who was so scared that he wet his pants, and a female office worker who was still trembling.

The utilization value of these two wastes must be maximized.

Simply throwing it out won't work.

They should be strapped with homemade explosives, or have their tendons severed and thrown onto the main roads on either side of the city gate.

As long as he can attract the monster's attention and gain a few seconds to catch his breath, he can survive.

As long as we survive, Japan will still exist.

The Pentagon's underground command center in the United States.

General Smith grabbed his hair with both hands, messing up his meticulously combed slicked-back hair.

He stared intently at the red alert on the big screen.

"SS-class... and it can evolve on its own?"

Smith's voice was dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The chief of staff next to him pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his hands trembling so much that he could barely hold the tactical tablet.

"General, according to the supercomputing model, the probability of David surviving is less than 0.1 percent."

Smith slammed his hand on the table.

"What about China? Analyze China's survival rate!"

The chief of staff swallowed hard. "The energy fluctuations in China are beyond the system's comprehension and cannot be predicted. But SS-level monsters possess a troop-enhancing aura. No matter how strong those few people in China are, human strength has its limits. They can't possibly stop an intelligent army!"

Smith gritted his teeth, staring intently at the split screen in China.

It would be best if we couldn't stop it.

We'll all die together; no one can dominate this new era.

The global public channel was in complete chaos.

[SS-rank? Has the system gone mad?! How are we supposed to fight this?!]

[Possessing tactical intelligence and capable of self-evolution, this isn't fighting monsters; this is fighting an alien regular army!]

David only has one life left. The Bald Eagle Kingdom is doomed. We're all going to die!

[Tanaka's eyes are scheming against the new recruits again. Why isn't this scum dead yet?!]

Humanity is going to be wiped out in this wave! We can't even beat an S-class opponent, so why should we be rated SS-class?!

[God, please save us! Even just a little bit of technology from the Chinese would be appreciated!]

[China definitely can't stop them either. SS-class attacks are absolutely devastating; no matter how strong an individual is, they can't fight against an army!]

[We're doomed. Everyone, get ready to make your final arrangements. The monster is about to descend upon reality.]

[Look everyone in the Huaxia live stream, they've moved!]

The Chinese front.

The red light also enveloped the towering bronze city gate.

Old Luo, who had been sitting on the sand smoking a pipe, tapped the pipe on the sole of his shoe twice and slowly stood up.

Liu Bai folded the white cloth in his hand, put it back into the dark red wooden box, and snapped it shut with a copper lock.

Guan Shan pressed one hand against the blood-patterned iron sword at his waist, and with a gentle flick of his thumb, a section of the gleaming blade sprang out, emitting a crisp hum.

Ma Ling shook his missing left hand, and the copper bell made a dull sound.

Ji Yuan pulled a stack of purplish-yellow paper from her sleeve and quickly folded it between her fingertips.

Jiang Chen tightened his grip on the rusty hemp rope, the shadow under his straw hat obscuring most of his face.

The black lines at Su Qingyi's fingertips intertwined into a net in the air as her ten fingers flew rapidly.

For the first time, all eight people stood up at the same time.

In the previous five waves of sieges, they mostly acted alone or in pairs, while the others just watched from the sidelines.

But this time, all eight of them faced the billowing black fog outside the city.

The veins on the back of Guan Shan's hand bulged, and his voice was deep.

"SS-class, with tactical acumen, and can even boost the morale of its subordinates. We can't afford to be careless this time; we have to go all out."

Old Luo took out the bronze compass and held it in his palm.

"Same as always, I'll block the road, you guys get to work. Don't let those filthy things get near the city walls."

Chen Xiao patted the sand off his trousers and turned to walk to the black wooden coffin.

He reached out, his rough fingers gently stroking the rusted coffin lid.

He casually pulled out a small iron hammer from his waist and tapped each of the soul-suppressing nails on the coffin lid to make sure that each one was firmly driven in.

"Master."

Chen Xiao lowered his voice, "This time the stuff they brought is a bit tough; we, the fellow disciples, might have to put in some effort."

He paused, then grinned.

"You can sleep peacefully inside; the sky outside won't fall. With us here, no one can cross this city gate."

The voice just fell.

The heartbeat coming from inside the coffin suddenly quickened by two beats.

"Thump! Thump!"

A strong, powerful heartbeat traveled through Chen Xiao's body along his fingers.

That was a response.

The chat in Huaxia's live stream room instantly exploded, completely obscuring the screen.

[Holy crap! All eight generals have gotten up! This scene is so exciting!]

[They were just sitting and watching the show for the first five waves, but this time they're all fully prepared for battle!]

[Even the ancestor was alarmed by the SS-rank, and his heart started racing!]

Is this the mobilization of China's highest military strength? Are they about to unleash their ultimate weapon – a comprehensive funeral service?

[It gave me goosebumps, the sense of oppression was incredible!]

Uncle Guanshan actually drew his sword! He hadn't even drawn it in the previous waves!

[Old Luo even brought out his compass; this is absolutely a world-shattering spectacle!]

[Eighth Prince is still reporting to the Ancestors, things are going too smoothly! China will surely win!]

[Hey foreign trolls, take note: this is true city defense!]

[With eight people attacking at once, I'd like to see how long this SS-rank commander can hold out!]