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

The global live stream was divided into 197 split screens.

The most popular live streams are currently witnessing a massacre.

Bald Eagle Country Live Broadcast Room.

Smith Jackson stood atop the alloy city wall, his blond hair standing on end, his eyes flashing with blinding blue and white electric light.

He loosely clenched his fists and then suddenly pressed down.

The clouds in the sky tore apart, and more than a dozen thick bolts of lightning struck straight down.

The dozens of armored wolves at the forefront were instantly vaporized by the high-temperature plasma. The beasts behind them were pierced through by the violent current, falling in large numbers, and the air was filled with a pungent, acrid smell of burning.

Jackson blew on his fingers, grinned at the camera, gave a thumbs-up, and then slowly turned it upside down.

[My God! This is Smith Jackson! Thor has descended to earth!]

Look, the armored wolf can't even get close to the alloy city wall!

The genetic sequence of the United States is unparalleled! We're destined to win!

[So magnificent! This is a massacre imbued with artistry!]

That gesture was so powerful; he truly is the king of the nation's destiny!

【..........】

Japanese live stream.

Takeshi Yamamoto, a successor of the Yamamoto Ittō-ryū school, wears samurai armor and weaves through a herd of beasts.

He did not rely on the city walls for defense.

He drew his katana, wind-attribute power infusing the blade. With each swing, he unleashed a five-meter-long, semi-transparent vacuum wind blade. The wind blade sliced ​​through the armored wolf's head and body, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Yamamoto Takeshi sheathed his sword, stepped over the scattered limbs and limbs, and let out a cold laugh.

[True Bushido! Yamamoto-kun's sword-drawing technique is unparalleled!]

[Wind attribute combined with swordsmanship—this is an unstoppable killing machine!]

Those monsters were like soft tofu before his katana!

The Great Japanese Empire is invincible; Yamamoto-kun is the true swordsman!

[Where's the martial arts of China? Bring them out and have a match with Yamamoto-kun!]

【..........】

South Korea's live stream room.

Park Ji-sung raised his hands, and a huge hemispherical holy light shield enveloped the entire city gate.

The armored wolf slammed into the shield, hissing and crackling. Its fur was instantly ignited by the holy light, turning into balls of fire that rolled and howled in the desert.

Park Oppa is so handsome! His divine radiance shines upon the world!

[Absolute defense! Before the Holy Light, all evil will turn to ashes!]

South Korea is the safest country in the entire universe! Without a doubt!

Who can break through this shield? It's simply impossible!

Those inferior monsters can only tremble before the shield!

[Go check out the live stream next door, China! I heard they sent a junk collector; he's probably scared the crap out of him, haha!]

[...]

Countless foreign viewers with malicious intent flooded into the Huaxia live stream room.

They couldn't wait to see the bloody scene of Chinese athletes being torn to pieces, to see the Chinese national gate fall, and to see the tragic scene of the materialized monsters descending upon Chinese soil.

Inside the Huaxia live broadcast room.

The camera focused on Guan Shan alone.

There was no thunder, no wind blades, no holy light.

There was only endless yellow sand and a figure dressed in a thin black training uniform.

He had walked thirty meters from the gate and stopped on a vast, empty sandy plain.

Directly ahead, ten thousand armored, bloodthirsty wolves charged towards them. The dust kicked up by the wolves' charge obscured the sky, and the tremors of the earth made everyone watching the screen feel dizzy.

【Don't go, bro! Run back! Please!】

What good are you all by yourself! Go back to town and close the gate!

I can't bear to watch anymore... Someone please save him!

Even if we could take those disabled people with us on the run, it would be better to stay alive!

[This is suicide! Does China not even have a single superhuman?!]

【……】

Deep in the mountains of Sichuan, in a remote village.

The entire village is gathered in the open space in front of the village committee, watching the live broadcast on the big screen.

An old village chief, smoking a pipe, stared intently at the figure on the screen. Suddenly, the pipe fell to the ground and broke in two.

He suddenly stood up, pointed at the screen, trembling all over, his voice cracking with a shrill tone.

"That's Guanshan! The Guanshan who forges blacksmiths at the east end of the village!"

The middle-aged woman next to him covered her mouth, tears welling up instantly: "How could he go in! He's never even killed a chicken, he's such an honest boy!"

"Guan Shan has no special abilities! He's been quiet since he was a child, and he can't do anything except blacksmithing!" The old village chief was so anxious he was jumping up and down, his eyes red as he yelled at the screen, "Run! Guan Shan! Run! Go back and close the door!"

The whole village was in chaos, filled with cries and screams.

At the same time, the China Network Defense Center.

Technicians captured the village's data and quickly reported it.

Inside the hall, Long Jiang stared at the documents handed to him, slamming his fists on the table until his nails dug into his flesh.

The document contained only two lines of text.

Name: Guan Shan.

No record of awakening superpowers.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments from both Chinese and foreign viewers, including tears from domestic netizens and laughter from foreign viewers.

He's really just an ordinary person! Please, please go back!

[What about the nation?! Is there any way to teleport him back?! I'll take his place! I'd rather die than let him die there!]

Run, brother, don't die there... As long as you're alive, you'll survive!

[Haha, a blacksmith from China? Planning to use a fire poker to pick the wolves' teeth?]

[Get ready for the countdown! In ten seconds, China will be destroyed!]

[...]

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

The wolf pack is getting closer.

The armored wolf in the front row, with its scarlet compound eyes, fangs dripping with sap, and even the black bristles on its lower jaw, is clearly visible under the high-definition lens. The intense smell of blood and the stench of sewage seem to emanate from the screen.

Beneath the ruins of the city wall.

The old beggar stopped picking lice. His cloudy eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Guan Shan's retreating figure, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

The blind old man tapped the wooden panel twice with his fingers on the bow.

The two "crippled" men did not retreat a single step or even change their sitting posture in the face of the overwhelming beast tide.

ten meters.

The three largest armored wolves leading the pack suddenly exerted force with their hind legs.

A deep pit was trampled into the sand.

Three giant wolves, each four meters long, leaped into the air. Their sharp front claws shot out a half-foot-long flash of cold light, and their three gaping maws aimed precisely at Guan Shan's head, throat, and heart from three directions.

Guanshan moved.

He did not back down.

His rough, large right hand had already grasped the very top of the tattered strip of cloth behind him.

Pull hard with all five fingers.

"Sizzle—"

The gray rag, wrapped around countless times, shattered and flew in the gale.

A knife revealed its true form.

It was a very ordinary straight-bladed longsword.

The back of the blade was covered with dark red rust, and the blade itself was dull and lifeless.

It lacked the dazzling brilliance expected of a weapon with awakened supernatural abilities, and it was devoid of any rune enhancements.

This is just a rusty piece of scrap iron.

The mockery from foreign netizens hadn't even been typed out yet.

Guan Shan took a half step forward with his right foot.

The moment the old-fashioned black cloth shoes stepped firmly into the sand, the yellow sand within a ten-meter radius suddenly collapsed by half a foot.

He gripped the rusty iron knife with his right hand, using his waist as a belt, facing the three-headed wolf king in mid-air, and the ten thousand armored wolves that followed and pounced on him.

Draw your sword.

Cut horizontally.

Swing a knife.

The rusty iron blade sliced ​​through the air.

Because of its incredible speed, the blade completely drained all the air from the 180-degree fan-shaped area directly in front of Guan Shan.

An invisible cut, starting from Guanshan's blade, extends outward at a height of 1.2 meters along the ground.

The strike was silent.

The three alpha wolves, as the leader, remained pouncing and biting.

In mid-air, their bodies suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, the dozens of armored wolves behind them stopped.

Then, hundreds, thousands...

Until all ten thousand armored wolves that were charging wildly suddenly froze in place at the same second.

The yellow sand flying all over the sky was neatly cut off at this height, forming a smooth cross-section of the sand layer.

The gale suddenly stopped.

The entire national destiny space fell into absolute silence.

Guan Shan withdrew his right hand.

The rusted iron knife hung down naturally, its tip pointing diagonally towards the ground.

Not a single drop of blood stained the blade.

He slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

"Thump."

The alpha wolf lost its balance and crashed heavily onto the sand.

The moment it landed, its enormous head, encased in hard black armor that even anti-tank armor-piercing rounds could hardly penetrate, slid smoothly off its neck and rolled to Guan Shan's feet.

At the clean cut, there was a full two-second pause before the scalding wolf blood shot straight into the sky.

This is just the beginning.

"Thump."

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

The dull thuds of the planes landing began to build up rapidly.

Looking from the direction of the city gate.

Within a fan-shaped area with a radius of one kilometer in front of Guanshan.

Ten thousand armored wolves.

Ten thousand heads wearing iron armor.

In the same second, they all slid off their necks.

Black blood shot into the sky, turning into a foul-smelling rain of blood that dyed the entire desert a deep black.

Ten thousand headless corpses lay neatly arranged in pools of blood.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Guan Shan stood expressionless.

The black training clothes remained clean and tidy.

He raised his left hand, picked up a tattered cloth that hadn't yet been blown away from the ground, and used it to rewrap the rusty iron knife.

Then, put it back on your back.

........

In that remote village in Sichuan, China.

The old village chief opened his mouth wide, and the old woman stopped crying.

All the villagers remained frozen in place, leaning forward, completely still.