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

A large area of ​​green, toxic fog was sprayed down.

The area in front of the Huaxia city gate was completely filled with dark green smoke and dust.

The sky grew dark.

Ten thousand decaying bone dragons hovered five hundred meters in the air, constantly flapping their broad white bone wings.

With each strike, tons of highly toxic slime fall from their rotting, fleshy skeletons.

The venom splattered onto the yellow sand in front of the city gate, making a piercing melting sound.

When the hard rock touched the venom, its surface quickly turned black and softened, eventually turning into a puddle of mud emitting thick white smoke.

The toxic fog continued to descend.

It was only ten meters from the ground.

Flames soared into the sky inside the Bald Eagle's exclusive livestream room.

Smith controlled the lightning field with a diameter of 100 meters, and the purplish-black high-voltage arcs intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable electric grid.

The moment the bone dragon came into contact with the electric grid, its massive skeleton instantly shattered and carbonized.

Black ashes rose into the air, raising clouds of dust.

Mike unleashed a furious barrage of fire from the Gauss heavy machine gun, the azure armor-piercing rounds tearing through the bone dragon's skull.

Smith's thunderstorms were completely ineffective against these undead creatures! Those skeletons couldn't even withstand a second of high-voltage electricity!

The Great Bald Eagle Empire is invincible; with the combination of technology and superpowers, we are perfect!

[The toxic gas can't even get into the thunderstorm zone; our players are safe enough to drink coffee inside!]

The Chinese nation is about to be destroyed; today is their last day!

[Celebrating China's removal from the map of the world! These idiots didn't even have a chance to resist!]

【..........】

The battle was equally fierce in the live stream room in Japan.

Yamamoto used the falling skeleton as leverage, and black wind blades drew out dense cutting lines in mid-air.

Dozens of skeletal dragons were brutally dismembered.

The ninja below threw a high-explosive kunai, shattering the skull of the escaped fish into pieces.

[Yamamoto-kun's swordsmanship surpasses human limits; every strike can sever a monster's cervical vertebrae!]

[The wind-attribute sword energy perfectly dispersed the poisonous mist; how could that useless Chinese guy wielding that rusty iron piece compare!]

This is true Bushido: elegant yet deadly!

It's pathetic to see the Chinese sitting there waiting to die; the Great Japanese Empire is the future of Asia!

[Go watch the whole process of the Chinese people melting into green water next door!]

【..........】

Inside the South Korean livestream room, a 30-meter-high physical wall of holy light isolated all the venom.

[The holy light of Korea shines upon the world; our shield can withstand all attacks!]

Park Oppa's defenses are flawless; our country is absolutely safe!

[The high-frequency sound waves shattered the bone dragon's brain; perfect teamwork!]

[The Chinese player without magical defense is practically a dead man!]

[Just waiting for the gates of China to collapse, and for a million monsters to devour their kingdom!]

[...]

Foreigners are flocking to China's live streaming rooms.

The screen was filled with sarcastic comments that completely obscured the view.

The toxic fog had descended to eight meters overhead.

China's defense line.

The eight people and the coffin remained in the same spot.

Guan Shan closed his eyes and casually placed his hands on his knees.

His breathing was calm and even, and his chest rose and fell without any disorder.

The blind old man stopped plucking the strings and placed his withered fingers on the edge of the wooden soundbox.

The old beggar shrank his head further into the collar of his tattered cotton-padded coat.

The scholar dropped the half-used chalk and covered his mouth with a tattered handkerchief.

Chen Xiao took a half step back, using his not-so-broad shoulders to block the black wooden coffin.

Chinese netizens felt their hearts sink to the bottom.

Why isn't Brother Guan moving?! The poison gas is about to hit his head!

[There's no way to fight them! They're flying in the sky; no matter how fast his blade is, it can't reach 500 meters in the air!]

Is he unable to unleash a second strike? That kind of outrageous attack must have huge aftereffects!

[He was absolutely exhausted! He's just a mortal; that last strike must have drained him of all his strength!]

[It's over, completely over. With him gone, the remaining elderly, weak, sick, and disabled won't even be able to run!]

Anti-aircraft missiles have locked onto the border! Everyone prepare for a monster invasion!

【............】

A sense of despair spread rapidly on Chinese social media.

Faced with a Class D ferocious beast that possesses aerial advantages and wide-range biochemical attacks, pure physical defense appears pale and powerless.

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The red alarm lights flashed wildly, illuminating the tense faces of the officers in the hall.

Zhou Yaoguo, dressed in a crisp general's uniform, rested his hands on the edge of the control panel.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Staff Officer Li, carrying a tactical tablet, strode to the front of the stage.

"Sir, radar lock on the southeast defense zone is complete, anti-aircraft artillery array is loading high-explosive anti-tank rounds. Missiles are entering the final ignition sequence."

"Northwest defense zone radar array fully operational."

"The armored divisions on the northern border are in combat position. Air raid sirens have been sounded in all coastal cities."

Zhou Yaoguo's eyes were fixed on the screen.

The toxic fog has descended to less than five meters above the ground.

High temperatures and corrosive gases caused the yellow sand on the ground to begin to dissolve over a large area.

"Notify the entire army."

Zhou Yaoguo's voice boomed, "As soon as these compatriots fall, the moment the curtain of national destiny shatters, we will unleash full firepower over the border. We will not allow a single monster to fly into the interior alive."

In the footage, the poison gas was only three meters away from Guan Shan's head.

Acrid acid fumes swirled in the air.

Right at this moment.

The person crouching in the far left corner of the city wall moved.

He was an old Taoist priest wearing a tattered robe.

His right sleeve hung empty at his side, clearly indicating that his right arm was missing.

He had been calculating with his eyes closed and one hand the whole time, without ever uttering a single word.

His name is Ma Ling.

A corpse-driving craftsman.

Ma Ling stopped the counting motion with her left hand.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those were lifeless eyes.

The pupils appeared cloudy and grayish-white, with no focus.

His gaunt cheeks were covered with brown age spots.

He supported himself on his knee with his left hand and slowly straightened up.

The tattered Taoist robe fluttered in the oncoming gale.

The empty right sleeve fluttered backward with the wind.

Ma Ling strode forward with her thin, bony legs, bypassing the meditation-bound Guan Shan, and walked to the very front of the procession.

He faced the swirling, decaying bone dragons and the pouring down of dark green poisonous gas.

Raise your only remaining left arm.

The wide sleeves slid down his withered arm, revealing a section of skin covered with black lines.

Horse-bell wrist rotation.

A string of copper bells linked together appeared in his palm.

The surface of the copper bell is covered with dark red rust and has no luster.

The wooden handle had long been soaked in sweat and turned black.

The chat in the Huaxia live stream room paused briefly.

Wait, that old Taoist priest with the missing arm has stood up!

[The second person! The second person has made their move!]

What's that he's holding? A bell? What's the use of a bell?

What is he planning to do? A monster is practically crawling up to him; is he preparing to perform a ritual?!

"He's a cripple who can stop ten thousand flying bone dragons? Don't be ridiculous, get out of the way!"

After a brief silence, the screen was once again flooded with mockery from foreign netizens.

[Hahaha! The Chinese have gone mad! Are they going to perform magic tricks with a broken bell?]

[This is hilarious! This group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people are taking turns putting on a comedy.]

Using a bell to hypnotize a D-rank monster? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard.

That old man will soon be melted into a skeleton by the poison gas; he'll look exactly like the monster in the sky!

[Don't rush, let him shake a couple of times before dying, give us some fun!]

[China is about to collapse; let's seize their resources ahead of time!]

【………】

The toxic gas continued to sink.

It was only two meters away from the top of the horse's head.

The acidic gas scorched the surrounding air.

Ma Ling's lips curled into a stiff, eerie arc.

His face was covered in wrinkles that pressed together with his smile, making him look particularly sinister.

He raised his left hand.

Withered fingers gripped the black wooden handle at the top of the copper bell.

Use your wrist to generate force.

Shake gently.

"jingle."

A clear, not loud, bell-like sound suddenly rang out across the empty sandy plain.

The sound was not loud, yet it pierced through the rolling of the poisonous fog and the booming of the bone dragon's wings.

It was clearly transmitted to every corner of the forbidden area high above.

It also hit the eardrums of viewers around the world through the broadcast signal.

The moment the first bell rang.

The dense poisonous fog that had been hovering two meters above Ma Ling's head suddenly stopped descending.

All the dark green gas became eerily still.

Followed by.

"jingle."

Ma Ling's wrist swayed again.

The second bell rang.

The sound waves rippled outwards into the sky, centered on the horse bell.

Invisible ripples touched the still poisonous fog.

A large amount of highly toxic gas, enough to melt rocks, dissipated on the spot.

It vanished without a trace, turning into pure air.

Not only that.

The sound of the bell continued to rise, reaching a height of 500 meters.

Ten thousand corrupted bone dragons are circling and roaring in the clouds, preparing for their second dive.

The instant the second ring was heard.

All movement came to an abrupt halt.

Ten thousand enormous creatures, each over ten meters long, were abruptly halted in mid-air.

Its wings stopped flapping, and the eerie blue soul fire flickered violently in its empty eye sockets.

Their massive skeletal bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

The joints collide at high frequencies, producing a teeth-grinding "click-click" sound.

The original violent and cruel aura had completely vanished.

Instead, there is a fear and submission that originates from the depths of the soul.

Ma Ling's eerie smile gradually widened.

He slowly raised his head, his gray-white eyes fixed on the swarm of bone dragons high in the sky.

Her chapped lips parted slightly.

He uttered two words.

"Alight from the sedan chair."