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

Each country's access to its national cyberspace is forcibly granted for a mere minute. The existing defenses are fully prepared, locked down to defend the borders.

The black screen in the live stream lasted for five minutes.

The territory of the Nanyue Kingdom is now marked as a glaring red cross on the world map.

The stagnation of global public channels has been completely shattered.

Panic erupted.

[The tanks of the South Vietnamese Kingdom were being driven around like tin cans! Are those dilapidated wolf claws made of vibranium?!]

Is it too late to renounce my Chinese citizenship and go to China? I heard that the river water there can cure diseases, and I want to go to China to beg for food!

Where's God? Jesus, come out and do something! If you don't carry this high-level game, we Earthlings are going to die!

[Quickly go to the Western Paradise and invite the Buddha! Oh wait, I mean, quickly go to the White House and bring out the nuclear button, and blow that forbidden area to smithereens!]

[Tickets to the underground bunker are selling for a billion! I don't even have a basement; I'm already practicing in bed how to be eaten without it hurting.]

[Mr. Jackson, please don't mess around! If you die, my whole family will be turned into wolf poop!]

【..........】

The fall of the Southern Yue Kingdom sent a chill down everyone's spine.

This can really kill people!

The Pentagon's operations center in the United States.

General Smith stared intently at the red cross on the big screen, then ripped the buttons off his uniform collar.

"Jackson! You only have one minute to communicate!"

Smith roared into the microphone, veins bulging: "The Southern Yue Kingdom has been eaten to extinction! Twenty million people have all turned into wolf droppings! You possess the highest-level lightning ability and a tenfold amplification, you must defend it for me!"

"Even if we burn the city down, we'll twist the heads off all those red-haired beasts!"

On the other end of the communicator came the ear-piercing crack of a high-voltage arc and heavy breathing.

"General, I will burn them all to ashes!"

Communication was cut off.

Smith punched the alloy tabletop, denting it.

The United States must survive. Once the city falls, the glory of its century-long hegemony will be reduced to the excrement of monsters!

South Korea, Ministry of Defense underground bunker.

Minister Li's hands trembled violently as he gripped the communicator tightly.

"Park Ji-sung, how much energy does the shield have left?"

"Your Excellency, the minister is being replenished with life-saving medicine..."

"Fill the gap with your lives! Even if it means draining the blood of all nine of you to sacrifice for the shield, you must seal this door shut!"

Minister Li's voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Your Excellency, the minister is being replenished with life-saving medicine. The holy light of Korea will never be extinguished."

"Hold on at all costs! Even if it means draining the blood of nine of you, we must block the city gates!"

Minister Li hung up immediately and slumped into his leather seat.

He stared at the countdown on the wall, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.

Compared to the crashes and panic on the external network.

In the exclusive live broadcast room of China, after experiencing a brief moment of fear, more than 3 billion people were overwhelmed with an indescribable sense of lingering fear and relief.

[What a close call! We almost ended up going to meet Grandma hand in hand. After seeing the tragic state of the Southern Yue Kingdom, I immediately set up an altar on the entire eight-immortal table in my house.]

[This isn't a wolf, it's a Gundam in wolf's clothing! It cuts through steel plates like it's tofu; my 100-180 pound cartilage wouldn't even be enough to fill its teeth.]

[Thanks to Grandpa Guan and Master Ma for carrying us! These two old men turned the Hell Survival Mode into an AFK (away from keyboard) game for seniors!]

[One slash clears the screen physically, one bell slays the dead magically! While other countries' players are fighting tooth and nail, our grandpas and grandmas are drinking tea and picking their toes. Is this what it means for max-level pros to slaughter newbies?]

[This move of exchanging all SSS-level rewards for 1.4 billion units of player's health is so outrageous, I'd just slide and smash my head against the wall! I feel like I could take on Tyson one-on-one now, and even if the door really breaks, I could still grab a cleaver and fight a wolf!]

[We are deeply grateful to you, eight venerable elders, we, the 1.4 billion people of China, bow down in gratitude!]

[Wait, both the physics and magic masters are sitting down and AFK, who's next? Is that blind old man going to play "Erquan Yingyue" and make all the wolves cry? Or is that five-year-old little girl going to throw sand at us?]

[...]

A crisis hangs over our heads, but the real bloodbath is yet to come!

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Zhou Yaoguo stood tall and straight, his shoulders adorned with the stars of a general, his gaze fixed on the eight figures on the screen.

"Minister, the top-secret files have been retrieved!"

Staff Officer Li strode forward and slammed a red document bearing a top-secret seal onto the alloy tabletop.

He was panting heavily: "The National Security Bureau activated its highest level of authority, accessing top-secret paper files and cross-referencing them with modern big data databases!"

Minister Chen put down the tea, which had long since gone cold, his gaze sharp.

"And the result?"

"These eight people left no trace of their lives twenty years ago!"

Staff Officer Li pointed to the timeline above, his voice trembling, "No household registration, no medical records, no social connections. They're like they sprang from stones!"

Summer of 2003 AD.

Staff Officer Li abruptly turned to the second page: "Guan Shan, the blacksmith, entered the desert frontier in July of that year and opened his blacksmith shop."

"Ma Ling, the corpse-driver, settled in a dilapidated temple deep in the mountains of western Hunan in the same month."

"The blind old man has appeared at the stone bridge in Jiangnan."

"A sick scholar in the old book market of Jinling."

The entire command center was deathly silent.

"All eight of them appeared in the same year, in the same month, at eight extreme locations in China!"

"From then on, they lived in anonymity for twenty years, with no communication or financial exchange whatsoever!"

Zhou Yaoguo whirled around, his eyes blazing: "Twenty years ago? Born at the same time?"

Minister Chen gasped, a chill running down his spine: "This is absolutely no coincidence! Someone cast a massive net twenty years ago! That person... predicted the arrival of this national destiny twenty years in advance!"

Zhou Yaoguo braced himself firmly on the table with both hands.

He stared at the seemingly casual yet subtly peculiar formation of the eight people on the screen.

"They appeared in the world at the same time twenty years ago, and their determination to die was exactly the same. Even their breathing frequency during battle was extremely similar."

"They definitely come from the same school!"

Zhou Yaoguo spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice shattering the deathly silence in the room.

"Find them! Use all the resources of the nation to find out exactly what happened twenty years ago!"

"Capable of training eight monsters who can suppress the fate of a nation..."

"Find their master! This person is the true pillar of strength for China!"