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

Above the sky, a huge, dark red eye slowly rotated.

The cold, mechanical sound echoed across the blue planet.

[Settlement complete. Defense lines in forty-five countries have collapsed. Punishment is now being carried out.]

The voice just fell.

Inside the exclusive live stream room for Saudi Arabia.

Eight contestants lay sprawled in front of the city gate.

The last B-grade bloodthirsty wolf king crushed the captain's head.

Brain matter mixed with blood flowed into the yellow sand.

[Warning: All Saudi Arabian athletes have been eliminated, the nation's fortune has been reduced by 80%, and all citizens have been forcibly deprived of 40 years of their lifespan.]

The real world.

Saudi Arabia's capital square.

The midday sun scorched the ground.

A burly man in his thirties is running.

He had just stepped out with his right leg when he suddenly stumbled.

His black hair fell out in clumps within half a second.

The rest of her hair turned completely white.

The firm skin instantly became dry and shriveled.

Brown age spots quickly spread across his cheeks, neck, and the back of his hands.

The strong muscles atrophied at a visible rate, turning into a thin layer of dead skin that stuck to the bones.

He fell onto the scorching sand.

He gasped for breath, his chest emitting a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

He lost the strength to stand up.

It wasn't just him.

Tens of thousands of people collapsed in the square at the same time.

Children turned into middle-aged people, middle-aged people turned into elderly people, and those who were originally over fifty years old turned into skeletons on the spot.

The screams had not yet stopped.

A black crack, stretching for a kilometer, was torn open in the sky.

Five thousand wild wolves leaped out of the crack.

Its massive body crashed onto the marble tiles of the square.

The stone bricks were broken over a large area.

The wolf smelled the scent of flesh and blood.

They opened their gaping maws and pounced on the elderly people who were unable to move on the ground.

The burly man raised his withered arm in an attempt to block his throat.

The wolf took a bite.

Click.

The arm, along with most of the shoulder, was bitten off.

Fresh blood spurted out.

The wolf chewed the bone to pieces and swallowed it.

Next came his chest and thighs.

Tens of thousands of citizens, rendered incapacitated, did not even have the right to flee.

He was torn apart and swallowed alive by the demonic wolf, piece by piece.

The streets of the desert were covered in dark red blood.

Camera angle change.

Africa, Canada.

Their defenses held for only three minutes.

The city gate was smashed to pieces by two thousand demonic wolves.

[Warning: Canada's city gates have been destroyed, the nation's fortune has been reduced by 50%, and monsters have descended in full force.]

Inside the Presidential Palace in Canada.

The president opened a drawer, pulled out a pistol, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot ended his fear.

The guards dropped their guns and scattered in all directions.

The national command system was instantly paralyzed.

Hundreds of cracks appeared in the sky over the entire country of Canada.

Tens of thousands of demon wolves stormed into cities and tribes.

The earthen and wooden houses were easily flattened by their strong limbs.

Some young men, armed with iron spears and machetes, charged toward the demonic wolves.

The spear pierced the wolf's gray-black fur.

The iron pole bent and broke.

With a swipe of its front paw, the demon wolf unleashed a half-meter-long, pale bone blade that sliced ​​through the crowd.

More than a dozen heads rolled off in unison.

Hot blood gushed out of the headless cavity.

The bodies were scattered all over the ground.

The wolf trampled over the corpses and charged into the refugee camp behind.

The sound of chewing flesh drowned out the cries for help.

The entire country has become an open-air slaughterhouse.

Southeast Asia, the territory of Annam.

The defense line has not completely collapsed.

A large hole was smashed into the heavy city gate.

The bodies of the six contestants were hung on the battlements, their entrails spilling onto the ground.

The remaining two huddled in a corner inside the city gate.

Its entire body was covered in the stench of wolf blood.

They hugged their knees, their teeth chattering violently, and their crotches were soaked.

[Announcement: Two people from Annam have survived. The system will forcibly select six new players to fill the vacancies.]

Six beams of white light flashed by.

Six ordinary people appeared behind the city gate, which was filled with the stench of blood.

There were men and women among them, some wearing pajamas and others wearing aprons.

A middle-aged woman opened her eyes and was met with a piece of intestine that had been bitten off on the ground.

She screamed, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot.

The other five newcomers, seeing the collapsed city wall and the wrecked bodies scattered everywhere, collapsed to their knees and vomited.

They are level zero.

I didn't redeem any weapons with points, and I didn't enhance any attributes.

The two remaining veteran players looked up at them, their eyes filled with despair.

Mentoring newcomers?

In the subsequent fourth wave of attacks, these ordinary people didn't even have the chance to be cannon fodder to buy time.

The vicious cycle of death has completely locked this country down.

On a large public screen broadcasting live globally.

The screen is divided into dozens of smaller sub-screens.

Each split screen simultaneously displays the tragic scenes of these small countries collapsing.

Limbs flew everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

Desperate wails pierced everyone's eardrums along with the broadcast signal.

Panic is taking hold among the people of major Western countries.

But once this fear reached its peak, it quickly twisted into a morbid jealousy and rage.

They watched as their own players, covered in injuries, fought tooth and nail to barely pass the level, while those small countries were wiped out.

Let's take a look at the exclusive live stream room for China.

Eight people in one coffin, completely intact.

Ji Yuan patted the scraps of paper off her hands, while Guan Shan closed his eyes and sat in meditation.

They didn't even get their clothes dirty.

The stark contrast completely ignited the nerves of foreign netizens.

Why?! Why should our American superheroes bleed while your sickly Chinese don't even break a sweat?!

[Protest! This is cheating! Summoning a million-strong army by folding a few pieces of waste paper completely violates the system's law of conservation of energy!]

[China must hand over the secret of summoning paper figures! You are stealing the survival resources of all mankind!]

[The system has a bug! I demand that China's results be cancelled! Let them face the slaughter of the demon wolves!]

Don't you feel guilty seeing people die in Annam? If you have the ability, why don't you go and help other countries! Selfish yellow people!

[Joint sanctions against China! Disqualify their players!]

[Immediately reveal the secret of that paper craftsman, or the British fleet will be sailing into your waters today!]

They definitely used shady methods; a country that survives by cheating will eventually face retribution!

【............】

The barrage of impotent rage is refreshing by tens of thousands of comments every second.

Foreigners are trying to use moral blackmail and tantrums to mask their fear of China's power.

More than 3 billion Chinese netizens are sitting in front of their screens.

Looking at these angry comments on the screen.

A cold laugh retaliated.

[The foreign devils are getting anxious! Seeing others being eaten, they finally remember they're also a piece of meat?]

[You want us to reveal our secrets? That's an intangible cultural heritage left by our ancestors. Do you barbarians with only a few hundred years of history even know how to learn it?]

[If you're not happy with that, go fold some toilet paper yourself! Try folding your own toilet paper and see if you can summon a toilet.]

[When their own country's athletes are incompetent, they blame others for being too strong. This hypocritical attitude remains unchanged for all time.]

[Support? When the Southern Yue Kingdom called for help, your main fleet retreated faster than anyone else. Now you're coming here to play the saint?]

[Keep yelling! The louder you yell, the better our grandpas and grandmas are fighting. Brother Ji, next time, defeat a few more warriors and scare these white pigs to death!]

We cleared the game without any issues, so come and bite me if you dare!

【............】

Inside the black palace.

The president slammed the newly delivered battle damage report into the face of his chief of staff.

The documents were scattered all over the floor.

"All seven special forces members are killed! Jackson is seriously injured!"

The president pointed at the unscathed Chinese position on the screen, spitting as he spoke, "Tell me, why can one Chinese person hold off three thousand monsters! Why is our gene serum no match for a few pieces of yellow paper!"

The chief of staff kept his head down.

He couldn't give an answer.

"Contact all EU and NATO member states immediately!"

The president gritted his teeth, "Press the Chinese government. They must hand over the method to obtain extraordinary power without needing points! If they don't, cut off their maritime trade routes completely!"

The highest meeting room of the Kingdom of Gaul.

The Prime Minister placed his hands on the table.

His face was ashen.

Looking at the old people of the Sand Kingdom struggling in the mouths of the demon wolves on the screen.

"China has mastered an unknown system of supernatural power."

The Prime Minister surveyed the assembled military officers. "If we cannot break this force, the next line of defense may collapse in Paris. I second the US proposal to exert joint pressure!"

Just as a global war of words and undercurrents of political intrigue were brewing.

The dark red single eye in the sky stopped turning.

The black fog that had enveloped the major defense lines slowly dissipated.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the haze and shone on the blood-stained city wall.

The mechanical voice sounded again.

It shook all the live stream rooms.

[The third wave of monster siege has ended.]

[Surviving countries: 151.]

The rewards distribution process is about to begin.

Two huge light and shadow panels.

It pierced through the clouds and landed precisely in front of the city gates of each surviving nation.

The beam of light shone on Jackson's scarred face.

He stared intently at the panel, a greedy glint in his eyes.

And in front of the Huaxia city gate.

Guan Shan slowly opened his eyes.

Ma Ling gathered up her empty sleeves.

Ji Yuan threw away the chalk in her hand.

Chen Xiao looked up at the light panel in mid-air.

The eyes of the world.

At that moment, everything was firmly fixed on these eight people.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for their choice this time.