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

The iron hook disappeared into the yellow sand.

A dull thud was heard.

The color of the loess surface has changed.

Black water stains quickly appeared on the dry sand from where the iron hook was inserted.

The water stains are spreading outwards.

It was faster than the Ironclad Crocodile's charge.

The 300-meter-long buffer zone collapsed in one second.

The yellow sand has disappeared.

Instead, there was a deep, stagnant pool of water, as black as ink.

The water was completely still, exuding a chill that went straight to the bone.

The thousand armored crocodiles at the very front didn't have time to brake.

Its massive body plunged directly into the black water.

There was no sound of water hitting the surface.

Not a single drop of water was splashed.

The crocodile's body, large enough to support a heavy tank weighing tens of tons, sank directly after entering the black water.

They paddled frantically with their limbs, trying to escape the sudden surge of deep water.

It was as if countless invisible hands were pulling them down from the bottom of the water, gripping their scales tightly.

The crocodiles behind kept crashing into it.

The dark green venom spewed from the back of the abyssal crocodile landed on the surface of the black water and was completely swallowed up without even a wisp of white smoke.

Thirteen thousand monsters were all trapped in a black water area with a radius of three hundred meters.

Jiang Chen stood on the shore.

His feet were treading on the muddy ground where land and water met.

The straw sandals were covered in black mud.

He pressed his empty waist with his left hand and gripped the rough iron chain tightly with his right.

"rise."

Jiang Chen uttered a single word.

The muscles in the right arm are bulging.

The thick arm yanked backward sharply.

The taut iron chains emitted a teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

It was pulled directly from the depths of the black water to the surface.

A six-meter-long abyssal crocodile was hanging from the end of the iron hook.

The crocodile did not struggle.

Its once fierce red vertical pupils completely collapsed, and foul-smelling black water flowed from its open, serrated mouth.

The massive, armored body hung limply on the iron hook, like a lifeless piece of rotten flesh.

There were no external injuries or bleeding.

Life was completely drained away by that black water.

It drowned.

Jiang Chen shook his wrist.

The iron hook came loose.

The carcass of the crocodile crashed onto the yellow earth on the shore.

He then swung the iron chain back into the water.

This time, no aiming is needed.

The black water churned.

Dozens of huge bubbles rose from the bottom of the water.

Jiang Chen pulled the chain alternately with both hands.

The iron chain stretched taut across the water.

The water surface broke open.

One.

Both ends.

Ten heads.

One hundred heads.

A string of armored crocodiles were forcibly pulled out of the water along the iron chains.

They are not connected to each other in any way, yet they seem to be linked together by some invisible law.

Every crocodile pulled up looked swollen, as if it had been soaking in water for many days.

The iron scales had lost their luster, and the limbs drooped.

Jiang Chen mechanically repeated the actions of "throwing the hook, pulling, and throwing the corpse".

The bodies piled up into a small black hill at the foot of the earthen wall.

Foreign netizens are glued to their screens.

They watched as the high-level monsters, who had just humiliated their nation's super soldiers, were now being pulled ashore by the Eastern fisherman like a string of dead mudfish.

The comments section was completely in chaos.

What is he doing?! He's turned the desert into a black sea!

Why didn't the crocodiles bite him?! They can spray acid! Why didn't he fight back at all?!

Those monsters are dead! They're not breathing!

[This doesn't make sense! There were no energy fluctuations, no physical impact, how did they die?!]

[...]

three minutes.

Jiang Chen pulled down the iron chain one last time.

The carcass of the three-headed abyssal crocodile was thrown onto the mountain of corpses.

No more bubbles appeared on the surface of the black water.

The 300-meter-wide deep-water area began to shrink and solidify rapidly.

The black water receded.

The dry yellow sand reappeared.

Apart from the mountains of crocodile carcasses and the lingering stench of the river in the air, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Thirteen thousand crocodiles, all of them died.

Jiang Chen flipped his wrist.

The heavy iron chain transformed back into a hemp rope tied in a dead knot.

He rewrap the hemp rope around his waist.

He bent down, picked up the bamboo hat from the mud, patted the water droplets off his knees, and put it back on his head.

He turned and walked towards a corner of the loess city wall.

the whole process.

He didn't cough, he wasn't panting, and his steps were steady.

Before the foreigners' defensive line, the surviving warriors were still howling in agony amidst the mangled remains of the crocodile.

On the Chinese side, the battle is over.

This is an overwhelming dimensional attack.

The people of major Western countries are in complete panic.

The Black Palace of the United States.

The president slumped into his chair.

His gaze was fixed on the figure wearing a straw hat from behind.

"What kind of ability is this?"

The president's voice trembled. "No signs of genetic modification, no equipment enhancements. He wasn't even a superhuman. He took down ten thousand monsters with a single rope?"

General Smith slammed his fist on the conference table, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Immediately have the technical department review the footage! We must find the source of his power! If this kind of person enters the real world, our army won't even have a chance to fire!"

The Prime Minister's residence in Japan.

The cabinet ministers stared at the screen in complete silence.

Just moments ago, Japanese netizens were chanting "Long live the Bushido!" Now, all that's left in the comments section is despairing groans.

"Baka... This is impossible. The monster that even Yamamoto-sama's Thousand Shadows couldn't slay, he pulled up with a single rope."

This isn't magic, it's sorcery! These are soul-reaping messengers from the Eastern hell!

The honor of the Yamato people means nothing to that fisherman...

While we were still thankful to have survived, they were already counting their spoils.

【..........】

South Korea's command center.

Minister Li suddenly jumped up from his chair.

He pointed at the big screen, his eyes darting around, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"Quickly! Make your voice heard on the international channels!"

Minister Lee shouted at the press officer, "That fisherman used an ancient fishing technique from our Republic of Korea! That rope is a lost national treasure! China has stolen our cultural heritage! Make them return him to us!"

South Korean netizens immediately mobilized, flooding the public chat with messages.

That old man actually has Korean ancestry!

This is clearly the salvage technique of our Jeju Island haenyeo (female divers)! The Chinese have no shame!

Hand over our national treasures!

These shameless thieves!

The Republic of Korea is the true legitimate nation in the world!

【..........】

Chaos reigns on the global internet.

Domestic netizens, on the other hand, marched in triumphantly, heading straight for the live stream of public intellectual Gao Xiaosong.

The folding fan in Gao Xiaosong's hand fell onto the table.

He opened his mouth but didn't make a sound for a long time.

His face was instantly flooded with comments from Chinese netizens.

[Speak up, you public intellectual! Keep praising your Michael Jackson!]

[Ten thousand giant crocodiles turned into boiled fish—is this special effects? Is this acting?]

[Go and act it out! Go buy a rope and fish an aircraft carrier out of the Atlantic!]

[Didn't you just say the door was about to break? Now all the crocodiles are lying there sunbathing!]

Go lick the boots of your foreign masters and see if they can still stand up!

【……】

Gao Xiaosong swallowed hard.

He forcibly picked up the folding fan and forced an ugly smile.

"Everyone, please calm down. This is clearly a system vulnerability."

Gao Xiaosong cleared his throat, his eyes darting around. "Didn't everyone see that black water? It defies all the principles of physics. This is definitely a case of the National Fortune Space giving China preferential treatment, or using a holographic projection illusion. These dead crocodiles were just stunned by some kind of poisonous gas."

"Once the system patches this vulnerability, they'll be exposed next time."

[Bullshit! Are you blind or suffering from brainstem deficiency?!]

[Is the system biased towards China? Why didn't the system go easy on the Southern Yue Kingdom when it punished them?!]

Get out of China! People like you have a broken spine that can't be put back together!

【..........】

The barrage of insults in the live chat was almost overwhelming the server.

Gao Xiaosong's face turned ashen, and he immediately shut down the broadcast.

The battlefield of national destiny.

The mechanical voice sounded precisely on time.

[The fourth wave of monsters has ended.]

Settlement complete. Surviving countries: 130.

[Rewards distribution has begun.]