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

His voice was hoarse, filled with boundless gratitude.

Ma Ling knelt down.

His missing left arm was supporting him on the ground.

Liu Bai lifted the hem of his long robe and knelt down.

Ji Yuan, Jiang Chen, Su Zhen, the old beggar, the blind old man, and Chen Xiao all moved in perfect unison.

Eight people surrounded the black wooden coffin and kowtowed deeply.

Although their master was asleep, his gaze was always on them.

The nation's destiny, bought with their lives, was not kept by their master; instead, it was all transformed into weapons to protect them.

In the exclusive live stream room for Huaxia, the chat was completely flooded with tears.

[The ancestor himself hasn't even woken up, yet he's sharing his power with his disciple!]

[What kind of amazing master is this? Even sleeping in a coffin, he's worried about his disciple being mistreated.]

I cried, I really did. Look at Brother Guanshan, such a tough guy with a tender heart, his hands were shaking.

While those in the West are still scrambling for points to exchange for potions, our Chinese heritage is about sects protecting each other with their lives.

With such ancestors, how could China possibly lose! How could we possibly lose!

Everyone stand up and kowtow to our ancestors!

[The eighth and ninth waves, we'll fight them all alongside our ancestors!]

【……】

"What?!"

Inside the Pentagon of the United States, the president slammed his hand hard on the table.

on the screen.

A streak of blue light pierced the sky.

The weapons of the eight Huaxia warriors underwent a collective mutation, their vital energy soaring to the heavens.

Father Anthony's awakening of healing abilities gave the president a glimmer of hope.

As long as they accumulate surviving waves, the Bald Eagle Kingdom can gather enough for nine superhumans.

With the enhancement potions rewarded by the system, we will definitely be able to surpass China.

As a result, the dead man in the coffin in China.

He hasn't opened his eyes yet.

You can then send powerful attacks to your apprentice from a distance!

How can we play like this?!

As the nation's fortunes improved, so did the eight individuals among them.

Then the nation's fortune will increase by 100%, and their master will be able to give them a little more back.

What a load of crap!

The online comments were completely out of control.

[God, wasn't the person in that coffin sleeping? How could they still be using supernatural powers?]

Why have their weapons changed color? That rusty iron knife is now glowing red!

[Fuck, how are we supposed to play this?!]

[It's one thing for the nation's fortunes to be used to support its own, but now even private chauffeurs are receiving supply packs.]

[I admit I'm jealous. Why can't our country's president give us a superpower package?]

Our athletes have to rely on their own hard work, while others have the protection of their ancestors—that's blatant cheating!

Our newly awakened healing abilities are a joke in their eyes.

[Isn't the nation's destiny being addressed? This is severely disrupting the balance!]

[Do I also want to become the apprentice of that man in the coffin and take on foreign disciples?]

[Let's just wash up and go to bed. We'll just wait to die.]

Is this what Chinese fantasy is all about?

There's no comparison at all; their ultimate skill can clear the entire map.

【..........】

The Blue House of South Korea.

Minister Li stared at the large screen, his hands gripping the armrests of the leather seat tightly.

On the screen, the blood-patterned iron sword in Guan Shan's hand exudes a terrifying sense of oppression.

"If..." Minister Lee gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with jealousy, "If our Republic of Korea had such a guardian deity, the world would have been ours long ago! Investigate whether this Su Chen ever went to Seoul twenty years ago! Even if he didn't, find an ancestor with the surname Su!"

.........

The official residence of the Prime Minister of Japan.

Minister Tanaka stared at the live broadcast screen, his eyes shifting from panic to deep resentment.

"Why should I?!"

"Our Yamato people have paid the ultimate price for survival, why should this favor fall upon the Chinese!"

"These are all..."

Inside the command post of the three countries.

General Modi snorted coldly.

He waved his hand dismissively: "It's just Eastern witchcraft. Under the protection of absolute strength and the Ganges River, our chosen one will surely crush these empty tricks. Sooner or later, China will be trampled under our feet."

The space for national destiny.

The countdown for the seventh wave of monsters has been reset to zero.

Mechanical sounds roared across the skies around the world.

The seventh wave of monster siege has officially begun.

Invasive Species: Abyss Destroyer.

Monster count: 30,000.

[Normal monster percentage: 0%]

Elite monster percentage: 30% (Rank B).

[Level A mutants account for 30% (9,000 individuals).]

[S-rank boss monster percentage: 1% (300 monsters)]

Everyone on Earth watching the live stream felt their heart stop for a second.

There are no regular monsters.

Nine thousand Class A mutants and three hundred Class S mutants!

The previous wave of two S-class mutants led to the destruction of multiple countries.

There are three hundred now!

.........

Bald Eagle Country's position.

The yellow sand was trampled flat.

Thirty thousand Abyss Destroyers, each over five meters tall, with backs covered in bone spurs and blood flowing with lava-like heat, surged toward the city gate like a red torrent.

Jackson was surrounded by purple-black lightning.

He roared, stomped his legs on the ground, and charged forward into the horde of beasts.

"Anthony! Watch my back!"

Father Anthony stood below the city gate.

He grasped the cross with both hands, and a holy white light enveloped the area within a hundred meters in front of him.

The four newlyweds huddled in a corner of the city wall, their legs weak, covering their ears tightly, unable to watch.

An A-class Destroyer opened its massive maw and spewed out a pillar of dark red fire.

Jackson swung his right hand.

The purplish-black lightning net collided with the pillar of fire in mid-air.

boom!

Lightning exploded.

The pillar of fire was forcibly torn apart.

Jackson lunged forward.

His left fist, enveloped in high-voltage electricity, slammed into the Destroyer's jaw.

The monster raised its forepaws, covered in bone spikes, to withstand the attack.

A bone spur pierced Jackson's arm.

High-voltage current rushed into the monster's heart along with its bloodstream.

The monster let out a mournful cry and its massive body collapsed to the ground.

Before Jackson could pull out his arm, three B-class elite monsters pounced on him from the side.

The claws tore three deep, bone-revealing gashes into his back.

"Healing magic!"

Father Anthony shouted.

A beam of white light landed precisely on his back.

The rolled-up flesh wriggled and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With the support of his healing, Jackson completely abandoned defense.

He became a killing machine.

Lightning flashed wildly across his fists.

Each strike was accompanied by a loud bang.

There are too many Destroyers.

Just as Jackson crushed the neck of an elite monster, an S-class lord lashed him in the waist with its tail.

He flew through the air, smashing through two stone pillars.

His internal organs were severely concussed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The priest's healing aura continued to fall.

While the aura can heal wounds, it cannot restore lost physical strength.

Half an hour passed.

The yellow sand was piled high with charred monster corpses.

Jackson's lightning powers are almost depleted.

His originally purplish-black electric arc degenerated into a faint blue light.

But he cannot back down.

If we back down, the city gate will be smashed down.

The last S-class lord came charging in.

Jackson straightened up.

He bit his tongue, squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a thigh descended from the sky and struck the mutant directly on the top of its head.

The monster convulsed and collapsed less than ten meters from the city gate.

The stench of burning permeated the entire venue.

The battle is over.

Jackson's knees buckled, and he knelt in the pool of blood.

He vomited large amounts of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

Every breath felt like a razor blade cutting into my lungs.

The live stream in the United States was in an uproar.

[Captain Jackson is a hero! He withstood this attack!]

This is our super soldier!

The priest's healing techniques are incredibly effective; this combination is simply unbeatable.

We finally made it through! God bless America!

[Look at those four useless guys in the back, hiding in the corner the whole time. I really want to throw them to the monster.]

Hang in there! If we keep going, we can awaken our powers too, and then we'll fight alongside you!!!

【..........】

Jackson breathed a sigh of relief.

He pushed himself up and turned to look at the four newlyweds huddled in the corner.

They can't help at all, they just cower in the back and cry!

An uncontrollable surge of rage welled up within him.

Jackson raised his right hand, and a faint wisp of lightning re-condensed in his palm.

His eyes were bloodshot as he walked step by step toward the four people.

The four new recruits retreated hastily, pleading in terror, "Captain! Don't kill us! We have no special abilities; going up there will only mean certain death!"

Lightning danced at his fingertips.

Jackson wanted to crush their throats.

A withered hand grasped his wrist.

Father Anthony stepped forward.

The white hair fluttered gently in the wind.

"God teaches us to forgive."

The priest's voice was calm.

Jackson turned his head sharply and stared into the priest's eyes.

The priest leaned close to Jackson's ear and whispered, "The next wave of monsters will be stronger. We need meat shields. Keep them to hold off the first charge."

The violence in Jackson's eyes gradually faded.

He let go.

He snorted coldly, turned around, and leaned against the city wall, panting.