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

Above the sky, the enormous, dark red, single-eyed light receded.

The system's grand and merciless mechanical voice crashed down on Blue Star.

[Fourth wave of monster siege, over.]

Settlement complete. Surviving countries: 130.

[Rewards distribution has begun.]

Jiang Chen coiled the hemp rope around his waist, flipped his fingers, and tied a tight knot.

He put on a bamboo hat, walked to the corner on the left side of the city wall, and squatted down again.

Throughout the entire process, he did not look back even once at the mountain of black crocodile carcasses piled up outside the city walls.

Guan Shan closed his eyes and sat in meditation, Ma Ling lowered his head and held his breath, and Ji Yuan threw away the chalk and took out a dirty handkerchief from her bosom to wipe her fingers.

No one was injured, no one was panting.

Not even a single claw mark from the monster was left on the earthen city gate.

In stark contrast, the dire situation was on the split screens of dozens of major countries in global public live broadcasts.

Jackson knelt in the poisonous blood and vomited; Yamamoto Itto's right arm was a bloody mess; and Park Jisung lay paralyzed in the mud, his fate unknown.

Almost all the civilian players newly added by various countries died in the past ten minutes.

After a brief period of silence, a rare tsunami struck global online platforms.

The incident began with a pinned post on an external forum: "Don't be fooled by gene-editing drugs! Look at the terrifying patterns in China!"

The poster is a top data analyst from Germany.

The post didn't contain any lengthy text, only four cropped high-definition video GIFs.

GIF 1: In the first wave, beneath the city wall, Guan Shan drew his sword and slashed horizontally, separating the corpses of three thousand goblins.

The seven people behind him remained motionless.

Animated GIF 2: In the second wave, on the battlements, Ma Ling waved his empty sleeves, the copper bells rang crisply, and five thousand skeleton soldiers defected on the spot.

The seven people behind him remained motionless.

GIF 3: The third wave, at the corner of the city wall, Ji Yuan throws yellow paper, and a million paper soldiers strangle three thousand demon wolves.

The seven people behind him remained motionless.

Animated GIF 4: In the fourth wave, in front of the defense line, Jiang Chen smashes the iron chains, and the black water drowns thousands of poisonous crocodiles.

The seven people behind him remained motionless.

Below the four GIFs, there is only a brief summary.

"They take turns attacking. Each person is only responsible for one wave. And they all do it solo."

The post garnered over 500 million views in less than three minutes.

The trend of comments in global public live streams changed completely at this moment.

It turned into a chilling, bone-deep cold.

[My God...they really do take turns...]

[Four waves of attacks, four players, all wiping out the entire enemy team with a single hit. They turned the survival mode of the national destiny battlefield into a turn-based game!]

The blacksmith never stood up again after drawing his knife; he didn't even glance at the monster behind him.

Four more people haven't made a move. Four more!!

[Including the coffin that has never been opened, there are five unknown combatants...]

Our country's superheroes used two rounds of advanced drugs and are now near death. They didn't even spend any points.

This is unfair! They must have found a loophole! They're not bound by the system rules at all!

[What are the origins of these eight people from China? Why are they stronger than those with superpowers, even though they don't possess them?]

[If the fifth wave brings 30,000 monsters, how will Jackson hold them off? If the remaining four members of the Chinese team can also solo it, we're all doomed!]

【............】

fear.

When the gap becomes so large that it cannot be explained by common sense, jealousy loses its breeding ground.

Western people finally realized that they and China were facing completely different levels of challenges.

Inside the exclusive live stream room for Chinese viewers, the barrage of comments from domestic netizens was dense, conveying a sense of triumphant satisfaction.

[The foreign devils finally realized what was happening? Their reaction time is like circling the earth three times over, huh?]

[Where are those people who were saying Grandpa Jiang was going to his death? Why aren't they calling him anymore?]

[One person single-handedly took on the entire wave; that's how awesome it is. Our grandpas and grandmas haven't even finished warming up yet.]

[There are still five uncles who haven't been registered yet! Are you foreigners scared?!]

Seeing those terrifying comments on the internet, I'm probably going to eat three extra bowls of rice tonight.

[What gene serums, what high-tech mechs? Compared to the legacy of our ancestors, they're all just scrap metal.]

【……….

The United States of America.

The Pentagon, the underground operations command center.

The air pressure dropped to freezing point.

General Smith stood in front of the control panel, his hands gripping the alloy tabletop, his fingers exerting force.

On the large screen, the scene of Jiang Chen throwing out the iron hook and turning sand into water was being played repeatedly.

"Energy fluctuation index?"

Smith stared intently at the screen, his voice hoarse.

On the adjacent data monitoring console, a dozen senior technical officers were sweating profusely.

The leading chief scientist stood up, holding a newly printed assessment report in his hand.

"Sir, the index is zero."

The chief scientist swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"We used the most advanced spectrometers and dark energy detection satellites. When the fisherman threw the chain, there was no change in the surrounding magnetic field, thermal energy, or radiation wavebands."

"That black water does not belong to any known form of matter or energy."

Smith turned his head sharply: "What do you mean by 'not belonging to a known form'?"

"It means..." The scientist held up the report, "The methods they used not only exceeded the understanding of modern Earth science, but also exceeded the supernatural power enhancement system of the national destiny space."

"We can calculate the equivalent of the thunderstorm in Jackson. But we can't even understand the paper figures of that paper craftsman, or the chains of that corpse retriever!"

boom.

Smith slammed his fist on the table.

The alloy tabletop has a dent.

"The power of these people in China is a contempt for the existing system of all humankind!!!"

The command center was completely silent.

The officers exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes revealing an undisguised panic.

This is the most despairing thing.

You spend all your resources to upgrade a super soldier, while your opponent can achieve ten thousand times the effect by simply squatting on the ground drawing circles and twisting ropes.

"Investigate thoroughly!"

Smith roared, veins bulging on his neck.

"Use all top-tier agents embedded in Yanjing. Find out the background of these eight people!"

"I don't care if they're superhumans or ancient cultivators. As long as we find the source of their power, we'll take it at all costs!"

.........

Not just the United States.

Gallo, Great Britain, Germany.

All the top leaders of major Western powers are issuing the same directive.

The video clips were sent to the desks of think tanks in various countries.

Those strategic experts who once scoffed at China now stared at the eight figures on the screen as if they were eight gods descending to earth.

The strategic command center, located 100 meters underground in Yanjing, China.

Zhou Yaoguo looked at the information from the external network and reports of unusual movements from various countries that were being compiled in real time by the intelligence department.

The old general gave a cold laugh.

"Investigate their background? Even our Skynet system and the nation's top-secret archives can't find out the lineage of these eight comrades. What could those agents who rose to power through petty theft possibly find?"

Minister Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and felt refreshed.

"Let them investigate. These eight people are the eight pillars that stabilize our Chinese land."

"Tell the security bureau to launch a full-scale crackdown. If any foreign 'rats' dare to enter the country to spy, arrest them directly. No need for diplomatic procedures; after interrogation, send them straight to the Northwest to plant trees."