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

The space for national destiny.

South Korea's position.

The sixth wave countdown has reached zero.

Park Ji-sung knelt down, his hands gripping the holy light spear that had pierced his chest.

His body was withered and shriveled, and his hair had fallen out completely.

His scalp was covered with large patches of black lividity.

He roared, spitting out black blood clots from his throat.

Push forward forcefully with both hands.

The holy light spear, formed from the condensation of all the body's fluids, flew out of his hand.

The spear pierced the night sky, leaving a white trail in its wake.

Ahead, the S-class mutant raised its bluish-black arms to block.

The white light pierced through the keratinous armor and into its chest cavity, exploding within the mutant's body.

Blood and flesh splattered in all directions.

The Holy Lance did not disappear; instead, it thrust towards the monster behind it.

boom!

Both monsters are dead!

Park Ji-sung collapsed in the mud.

His lower body was charred and blackened, and with the slightest movement, bits of skin and flesh would peel off.

The right arm was severed at the root, but there was no bleeding from the wound, only dried, dark purple tissue.

He opened his toothless mouth and gasped for breath.

South Korea's live stream room.

Tens of millions of viewers stared at the horrific scenes on the screen.

The comment section fell into a brief pause.

Panic shattered their last remaining pride.

[It's over! Park Oppa is finished! He doesn't even have the strength to stand up!]

[The next wave will definitely be fatal! Once the city gates fall, we'll all be eaten!]

[Can China help us? Please, have some compassion!]

We were wrong! We shouldn't have said those things! We beg China to lend a helping hand!

We all belong to the Asian cultural sphere, and China, as a great nation, certainly possesses the demeanor of a great power.

"Lend us two awakened ones, or let that doctor in the long robe treat Park Oppa."

We are willing to give up all our semiconductor technology as long as China is willing to help.

Please, I don't want to die! My child is only three years old!

[...]

One after another, pleading comments flooded the global public channel.

Just over ten minutes ago, they were clamoring for the system to verify the bloodline of the Chinese and demanding to take over the spoils of war.

Now, the shadow of death looms.

They began to kowtow frantically.

in the real world.

Seoul's central square.

Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, watching the horrific scene on the big screen, and the crowd erupted in desperate cries.

The chaebol's top executives mobilized private helicopters to escape to underground air-raid shelters.

Ordinary civilians kneel on the asphalt road to pray.

Order on the streets quickly collapsed, with looting, vandalism, and arson taking place in various neighborhoods.

Blue House (Cheong Wa Dae)

When Minister Li heard the report from his subordinates, he slammed his fist on the table.

"The threat to the nation's fate hasn't even arrived yet, and we're already in internal chaos. Wouldn't that make us a laughingstock?"

The secretary, holding a tablet, asked, "What do we do now?"

"Suppress! Suppress with heavy forces!!!" Minister Li glared at him: "Bring all those American soldiers here! We've been supporting them for so many years, it's time they did their part!"

Just at this time.

The door was flung open, and a middle-aged man in military uniform rushed in, not even having time to salute, exclaiming in a panic, "It's terrible! The American soldiers have all run away!"

"What?!?!"

...........

Inside the exclusive live stream room for Huaxia.

Netizens sat in front of their screens, playing with their newly awakened supernatural abilities, such as flames or water spheres.

As the flood of SOS messages poured in from overseas websites, everyone remained indifferent.

Chinese netizens launched a relentless counterattack.

[Oh, so you're already backing down? Doesn't the universe belong to you? Go get reinforcements from the universe yourself.]

[They didn't say that when they mocked us for cheating.]

Who just said our mortician uses your stitching techniques? Go ask her for help!

[Let the young man in the long gown treat patients? Sorry, his box has the character "仵" written on it; he only examines the dead, not the living.]

Semiconductor technology? The world's infrastructure has been destroyed by monsters; keep your chips as protective charms.

When they were siding with the US to blockade our chips, why didn't they talk about being a great power?

Moral blackmail won't work; China doesn't buy into that.

The door is welded shut; you can just wait to die.

【..........】

The Blue House of South Korea.

Minister Li's legs went weak, and he slumped into the leather seat.

He reached out and grabbed his tie, taking deep breaths.

"Contact Yanjing! Contact Yanjing immediately!"

"Help! We request to be stationed here!!!"

Minister Li shouted at his secretary.

The secretary frantically dialed an international encrypted hotline.

A few seconds later, the call was connected.

"I am Lee Jae-yong, Minister of National Defense of the Republic of Korea. Please receive Commander Zhou Yaoguo!"

The command center 100 meters underground in Yanjing.

Staff Officer Li looked at the red light and pressed the speakerphone button.

Lee Jae-yong's anxious voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Friends from China, the Republic of Korea is now facing a life-or-death crisis."

"We acknowledge that our previous statements were biased. We are now willing to share our nation's top-level technology arsenal in exchange for your country's military support."

Zhou Yaoguo stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the data trend chart on the big screen.

He didn't even turn his head.

Minister Chen held his teacup and gently blew on the tea leaves on the surface of the water.

The two completely ignored the voice on the phone.

Staff Officer Li picked up the microphone, his voice icy cold.

"Minister Li, the 1.4 billion awakened people in China are currently working hard on domestic infrastructure reconstruction and afforestation of the western deserts. We lack the manpower to provide assistance."

"As for your technology library."

"Times have changed, let it be buried with you."

Staff Officer Li hung up the phone.

Cut the line.

Dozens of communications soldiers were performing their duties in the hall, their keyboards clicking incessantly.

No one sympathizes with her.

In peacetime, they fawn over the United States and jump on its heels.

Various forms of looting and plundering.

They're ignoring you all, fine, but they still have the nerve to ask for help at a time like this???

Save my ass!

Not only should we not rescue them, but we should also arrange for people to guard the border and not let a single person in!

Anyone who disobeys will be killed on the spot!

..........

Let's shift our focus back to the national destiny.

At the front lines of the Chinese front.

The yellow sand covered the dark red bloodstains.

The campfire was lit again.

Guan Shan sat cross-legged on the left side of the black wooden coffin, took the wine flask from his waist, and took a big gulp of strong liquor.

Ma Ling leaned against the city wall, wiping the dust off the surface of the bronze bell with his remaining left hand.

Liu Bai placed the dark red wooden box at his feet and put his hands in the pockets of his long robe.

Su Qingyi straightened the hem of her cheongsam and sat on the wooden box.

Eight people surrounded the coffin.

The bone-setting nail emitted a faint golden light.

The breathing sounds inside the coffin were steady and long.

There was no tense mobilization for war.

There were no desperate cries or sobs.

They stood guard beneath the city walls, waiting for the fate of China to continue its ascent.

at the same time.

The Japanese position across the ocean.

The night wind blew across the wasteland, making a sharp whistling sound.

The sixth wave of monsters retreated.

Yamamoto Itto leaned against the earthen city wall, panting heavily.

The right kneecap was shattered, with the bone piercing through the skin and flesh, exposed to the air.

His left arm was pierced by the tail sting of the Bone-Eating Demon, leaving a bloody hole the size of a fist.

Blood stained the white samurai uniform, dripping down the hem to the ground.

The pure white katana he held in his right hand was now reduced to a hilt and a half-foot-long broken blade.

What's even more despairing is the earthen city gate behind him.

Under the frenzied impact of the S-class mutant, a three-meter-long crack appeared in the middle of the city gate.

The crack extends from the top all the way to the middle.

Wood chips mixed with loess kept falling.

Yamamoto Itto's chest heaved violently.

He looked up and glanced at the system screen above his head.

The countdown to the next wave has begun.

He turned to look at the crack behind him.

The position was on the verge of collapse.