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

Yellow sand rolls in.

The position of the Indian army.

Captain Amir roared to the sky.

His body rose from the ground, his bones cracking.

His bronze skin gleamed with a metallic sheen, and his muscles bulged wildly.

A ten-meter-tall giant crushed the sand dunes.

With each breath, Amir exhaled a thick cloud of white vapor.

Vice Captain Singh formed a hand seal, and murky water appeared out of thin air around him.

The water flowed around Amir's giant legs, condensing into a thick water-based armor.

Animal skeletons and garbage floated in the water, emitting a foul stench.

Amir strode forward and stepped on the back of an A-rank Abyss Destroyer.

Bone spurs broke, and the monster's spine snapped.

The enormous fist slammed down with tremendous force, turning the elite monster into a pile of minced meat.

Two superhumans led the defense, while seven newcomers behind them wielded spears and randomly finished off the remaining enemies.

This is a brutal and savage crushing.

The physical dominance was on full display at this moment.

Indian netizens flooded the comment section with messages.

Behold! This is the gift of the Ganges!

Amir is the reincarnation of a war god; those skinny monkeys from China are no match for him.

Our massive size represents power; we are the strongest nation!

[Crush China, unify the blue planet!]

The seventh wave was nothing special; we didn't even break a sweat.

【..........】

Half a minute later, the battle situation changed dramatically.

The Abyss Destroyer is five meters tall, covered in dark red keratin, with scalding magma blood flowing from its crevices.

Its back is covered with sharp barbs that are three feet long.

The oral cavity structure is split in a cross shape, and the dripping saliva burns on the ground.

The limbs are thick and strong, and the front paws have tearing barbs.

An S-rank Abyss Lord charged in.

The body of the eagle is over ten meters long and its cuticle is dark black.

The thick tail armor swept across, creating a sonic boom, and struck Amir's left leg heavily.

"Bang!"

The water-escape armor shattered on the spot, splashing water everywhere.

The tail stinger pierced Amir's shinbone, tearing through the muscle and drawing out a large amount of blood mixed with gold.

"ah--!"

Amir screamed and staggered.

Seven or eight Class A mutants took the opportunity to frantically climb up his legs.

The monster opened its massive, cross-shaped maw, spewing out scorching magma and gnawing at its bronze-colored skin.

The high temperature melted away the metallic luster, and the skin and flesh were torn off piece by piece.

The bones were exposed to the air.

Singh's face was deathly pale as he thrust out thick jets of water with both hands, attempting to wash away the monster on Amir's body.

The water jet struck the mutant's scorching armor, hissing as it turned into a cloud of white steam.

Water-based aids become ineffective in the face of temperatures reaching thousands of degrees Celsius.

The fog obscured the view, making the monster even more concealed.

"Get out of here!"

Amir's eyes were bloodshot as he reached out and grabbed the mutant hanging on his shoulder, tearing its spine in two.

The monster's severed torso gushed scalding blood, which poured onto Amir's chest, scalding large patches of charred, mangled flesh.

He was panting heavily, his huge body riddled with charred holes and deep lacerations that exposed bone.

At his feet, seven newcomers brandished rusty spears.

A destroyer that broke through the defenses took a bite, severing the heads of three newcomers from their necks, blood spurting from the severed wounds.

The spear pierced the monster, but couldn't even leave a scratch.

A grinding wheel of flesh and blood.

Amir's enormous size made him a prime target for the 30,000 monsters.

A small country lacking high-level superhumans is facing its true doomsday.

Li Tao Wan position.

Four veteran team members had just rushed out of their cover.

Several A-class destroyers opened their mouths, and crimson pillars of fire spanned a distance of hundreds of meters.

Before the four could even cry for help, their bodies instantly carbonized and turned to ashes.

The S-rank lord charged and crashed.

The earthen city gate could not withstand the impact of tens of thousands of tons; the wooden beams broke, the soil collapsed, and it shattered into dust.

The Ice Kingdom's position.

The captain clasped his hands together and pushed out a ten-meter-high absolute zero ice wall.

The Abyss Destroyers crashed into the ice wall one after another.

Lava and blood splatter, high temperatures and extreme cold collide.

The surface of the ice wall melted and collapsed rapidly.

As soon as the breach was opened, 30,000 monsters swarmed in.

The nine contestants were trampled underfoot by the swarming monsters, their bones shattering and turning into minced meat.

The countries of Cyprus, Ancient Cyprus, Niger, Bolivia, and Morocco.

The five defense lines, along with Litaowan and Bingguo, collapsed completely in less than five minutes after the start of the war.

The system's mechanical sound roared seven times in succession across the global sky.

[The defenses of Litaowan have collapsed! This is about to become a reality!]

[The ice defense line is breached! This is about to become a reality!]

[...]

The real world.

He fled to the capital of Wan.

A huge, dark red crack was torn open in the sky.

Tens of thousands of A-class and S-class Abyss Destroyers fell from the sky, crashing heavily into the city streets.

The asphalt road was smashed into a huge crater by the meteorite, and surrounding buildings collapsed under the shock wave.

The air raid sirens in the city center were deafening.

Cars collided in a chain reaction on the street, flames shooting into the sky.

The crowd jostled and pushed their way to the underground shelter.

"Fire! Open fire at all levels!"

The hastily assembled heavy armored division commander roared hoarsely inside the command vehicle.

Hundreds of main battle tanks lined up in a row, their guns locked onto their targets.

Armor-piercing rounds tore through the air, bombarding the leading S-class lord with concentrated force.

"Boom boom boom!"

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The armored division commander stared at the screen, his blood running cold.

The armor-piercing bullet struck the dark red keratin layer, only breaking off a few small fragments the size of a fingernail.

The monster's skin was completely undamaged.

The fruits of modern heavy industry cannot cause substantial harm to abyssal species.

The S-class lord roared, exerted force with all four limbs, and charged into the tank position despite the artillery fire.

With a slam of its giant claw, the tank, weighing tens of tons, was crushed into a flattened disc.

The gun barrel twisted and broke.

The crew members were crushed into a bloody pulp, and blood flowed out from the gaps in the tracks.

"Monster! It's impossible to kill! Requesting nuclear weapons..."

Before the division commander could finish speaking, a pillar of intense heat pierced through the armor of the command vehicle.

Flesh and steel melted together into ashes.

Skyscrapers collapsed in rows as the giant tail swept across them.

The shattered reinforced concrete collapsed, burying the fleeing crowds in the streets.

Large numbers of civilians were crowding the entrance to the underground shelter.

A woman holding a baby kneels in front of the tightly closed iron gate of the air-raid shelter.

Her hands were covered in blood as she pounded on the steel door.

"Let us in! Please open the door!"

Deep underground.

The politicians stared at the surveillance footage, covering their ears and daring not to make a sound.

They abandoned the people on the surface of the earth, wanting only to save themselves.

A Class A mutant walked heavily and stopped in front of the tightly closed iron gate.

The monster looked down at the steel gate and took a deep breath.

A blinding red light shone from deep within his throat, and a pillar of fire, reaching thousands of degrees Celsius, shot directly into the center of the gate.

A half-meter-thick alloy iron door melted through in three seconds.

Molten orange-red iron poured into the shelter's passageway.

"ah--!!!"

The sea of ​​fire poured in.

The piercing screams echoed throughout the underground air-raid shelter.

The shelter became a hot metal coffin.

In just a few hours, seven countries were completely wiped off the map of the planet.

Humanity's proud technological civilization is utterly vulnerable in the face of abyssal species.

Panic, suffocation, and despair are spreading wildly among netizens in every surviving country.

The seventh wave of monsters' defense and damage were already so high that there was no hope of survival. How could we possibly withstand the subsequent waves?

Can humans really survive?

Huaxia's exclusive live streaming room.

Domestic netizens watched as foreign websites were filled with cries of grief and bloodshed.

Everyone's attention refocused on their own territory.

This monster is overpowered! Modern armies can't even scratch it!

[That giant from India, the flesh on his thighs has been eaten away but he's still stubbornly holding on; he looks like he's about to die.]

Can the azure weapons given to us by our ancestors break through the defenses of these mutants?

[All the foreigners are going to die; this seventh wave is basically a system-wide wipeout!]

Who's next? There are 30,000 pure fire-type armored monsters!

[The enemy is all high-temperature armor; Brother Liu Bai's dissection skills probably won't be able to cut through it. Sister Qingyi's corpse puppet will probably be burned to ashes, right?]

Don't panic, trust the equipment your master gave you, trust the eight guardians!

【………】

At the forefront of China's defense line.

Black fog billowed in the distance.

Thirty thousand Abyss Destroyers roared deafeningly.

The magnitude of the earthquake tremors exceeded that of any previous one.

The air temperature rose sharply, and the heat wave whipped up dust and sand, rushing towards the gates of Huaxia City.

Fire-type lords and mutants roamed the mountains and plains, their dark red light illuminating the night, and the suffocating heat and pressure distorted space.

Beside the black wooden coffin.

In the firelight, the seventh person stood up.