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

All 30,000 monsters were wiped out.

The yellow sand in front of the Chinese defense line was soaked with dark blood.

Liu Bai rotated his wrist, loosening his grip on his fingers.

The pale pupils lost their color and turned back to black.

Not far away, at the foot of the city wall, Su Qingyi released her left hand.

The black thread quickly retracted.

Twenty thousand broken corpse puppets lost their tethers and fell to the ground, shattering into bones and rotting flesh.

The two did not make eye contact.

He didn't say a word.

We're fellow disciples, so saying more is just being polite.

Liu Bai carried the dark red wooden box and slowly walked back to the right side of the black wooden coffin.

Su Qingyi stood to the left of the coffin.

The two stood still, their breathing steady, showing no signs of exhaustion.

This is what happened.

The comments section completely spiraled out of control.

[Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! They actually cooperated!]

[The one in the long robe saw through the weakness, and the one in the cheongsam manipulated the corpse to kill—this tactic was flawless!]

This isn't fair! They're a team!

[That's right! Our country's contestants are just eight complete strangers!]

They are fellow disciples taught by the same master! They don't even need to speak to know what the other is going to do!

Not only are their individual skills unmatched, but they can also combine tactics effectively! How can we possibly fight them?!

[It's over, China is definitely going to win. This kind of teamwork is something no hastily assembled group could achieve!]

[National Destiny Space! Are you biased towards China?! You better come out and explain yourself right now!!]

【..........】

Western netizens are watching their own teams, where players are only fighting their own battles.

My mentality collapsed.

The superheroes that the United States is so proud of can only risk their lives when facing S-class mutants.

They believed that killing all the monsters would restore all their injuries.

People from other countries are no less impressive.

Each improvement in strength is very limited, making it impossible to win.

The Chinese contestant actually dismantled the S-class defensive monster.

Individually, they don't seem to have much fighting power.

But they joined forces with other 'Summoners'.

There's simply no comparison!

.........

Bald Eagle Country's position.

Jackson knelt in the mud.

He was panting heavily, clutching an empty tube of advanced gene serum that had just been used up.

Before him lay the charred corpses of two mutated giant apes, struck by his violent lightning.

His entire right arm was a bloody mess, with purple arcs of electricity weakly leaping at the wound.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

There stood eight newly recruited Bald Eagles.

The eight men were covered in mud and water, holding cheap iron swords issued by the system, their eyes filled with fear and hesitation.

They hid hundreds of meters away, not even daring to approach the edge of the battlefield, just waiting for Jackson to kill all the monsters so they could reap the benefits.

This group of people couldn't even remember each other's full names.

The first reaction when faced with danger is to push teammates out to take the hit.

The fact that he's still alive is entirely due to him shielding us from harm.

"You lot, give me all the points! If I die, who among you will survive!"

Having said that...

Apart from the white man, the other people of color initially had shifty eyes.

But I still gave it to them obediently.

it's here.

They had to believe in Jackson; if he died, they simply couldn't survive.

[Jackson, upgrade quickly!]

[Yes, yes, ignore them! As long as you're strong enough, we can hold the city gates!!!]

[If we hold the city gates, we won't die!]

Come on! We can definitely make it to the end!

[...]

...........

The Pentagon of the United States.

Underground operations center.

The president slumped into his chair.

He grabbed his hair with both hands, turning his carefully styled hair into a mess.

"Individual heroism."

The president chuckled self-deprecatingly, "We've always believed that superheroes can save the world."

General Smith stood in front of the large screen, his eyes bloodshot.

The large screen displayed data on the rapidly improving physical fitness of China's 1.4 billion people, as well as the increasingly strong heartbeat of the black wooden coffin.

"That's what true depth is."

General Smith's voice was dry.

"China's strategy was already set twenty years ago. Those eight people were a whole, with 1.4 billion citizens as their backing, while the person in that coffin was the brain of the entire operation."

"We lost from the very beginning."

At this moment, the Western elites completely gave up.

They found their prized technology, gene-based medicines, and tactical planning to be challenged by their ancient Eastern heritage.

It appears incredibly flimsy and laughable.

............

Inside the Huaxia live broadcast room.

The emotions of Chinese netizens contrasted sharply with the despair of foreigners, with the screen filled with pride and self-satisfaction.

[Haha, if I'm not mistaken, this person is a coroner.]

Of course! It's written on the box!

One finds the Achilles' heel, the other deals damage. That's called specialization!

Do you understand the true value of being fellow disciples? This is what inheritance is all about!

[Our ancestor Su Chen was ruthless. He not only passed on the crafts, but also designed these eight crafts into interlocking gears!]

[I bet this is just two people working together. If eight people attacked together, they might just tear this national destiny space apart!]

Foreigners are still making lone-wolf superhero stories; only teamwork can ensure victory.

【yes!!】

[Where's South Korea, who were just shouting the loudest? Why isn't your Park Ji-sung oppa saying anything?]

【….】

The mockery from Chinese netizens directly hit a nerve in reality.

The sixth wave of monster attacks, with 30,000 Abyssal Bone-Eating Demons charging forward, has pushed the positions of most countries around the world to the brink of collapse.

Split-screen displays in countless countries went black.

The system notification sound of the defense line collapsing echoed continuously in the sky.

The world's attention has begun to search for those countries that are still struggling to survive.

South Korea's position.

Yellow sand filled the sky.

The wooden city gate was covered with large cracks.

In front of the city wall, the ground was littered with severed limbs.

The eight newly joined South Korean players were all reduced to unrecognizable clumps of rotten flesh.

Two S-class mutants, each eight meters tall, shattered the iron sword on the ground and stood less than twenty meters from the city wall.

Their dark red horny armor was unmarked, and human blood dripped from their enormous claws.

At the foot of the city wall.

Park Ji-sung knelt in the mud.

His full head of gray hair had completely fallen out, and his scalp was covered with black lividity.

The scepter inlaid with crystals broke in two and lay scattered at his feet.

He clasped his hands together and squeezed his palms together desperately.

The withered skin was torn, but not a single drop of blood from the heart could flow out.

The holy light shield that was blocking the way was originally three meters thick, but now it was only a thin layer of light membrane.

The surface of the light film is covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and it flickers with a faint white light that could dissipate at any moment.

Park Ji-sung opened his cloudy eyes wide, staring intently ahead.

His eardrums ruptured from the sound of the mutant's footsteps, and blood flowed down his cochlea to his chin.

The body's vitality is completely drained, cells stop dividing, and telomeres break off.

He opened his mouth, trying to utter a spell, but only a hissing sound escaped his throat.

An S-class mutant strode forward, raised its thick right leg, and placed its bone-spiky foot on the very center of the Holy Light Shield.

creak.

The shield emitted a cracking sound as it struggled to withstand the strain.

The second mutant leaped into the air, clasped its arms together, and slammed down heavily onto the top of the shield.

Park Ji-sung's eyes shone with golden light.

The holy light transformed into a long spear in his hand.

"Damn it, come die with me!"