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

The countdown has reached zero.

Mechanical sounds resounded throughout the vast expanse of space, reflecting the nation's destiny.

The seventh wave of monsters has ended.

[Blue Star Survival Defense Line: One Hundred Countries.]

The sound struck the hearts of all mankind.

The planet Earth originally had more than two hundred countries.

After seven waves of attacks, it was cut in half.

More than half of the countries have been completely wiped off the map.

The real world.

A large part of Europe was illuminated by a blinding red light.

The sky cracked open with countless fissures.

Hordes of Abyss Destroyers plummeted from the sky, crashing into cities in small and medium-sized countries.

Buildings collapsed and fire spread.

The highway is completely blocked.

People fled through the ruins.

The wails and cries for help were mixed with the roars of the monster.

Millions of refugees abandoned their homes and marched on foot toward the border of neighboring major countries.

Millions of refugees rammed through barbed wire fences on the border of Russia.

The Russian soldiers were forced to open fire, and bullets exploded in the crowd, spraying blood.

In the southern part of the Bald Eagle country, a large number of refugees from neighboring countries are forced to cross a river.

The high-voltage power grid was activated, and a dense mass of corpses floated on the river.

Even major powers struggle to protect themselves.

Monsters are rampant, so they have no choice but to close the country's borders.

Southwestern border of China.

Thirty-two cities in a neighboring country fell within ten minutes.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees, mixed with hundreds of Abyss Destroyers, rushed toward the Chinese border marker.

The Chinese garrison is loading its bullets.

The commander raised his right hand, ready to give the order to fire.

The moment the monster crossed the boundary marker.

A muffled tremor came from deep underground within China.

The azure spiritual energy that had descended after the nation's fortunes had broken through 100% was now frantically flowing along the earth's veins, which covered 9.6 million square kilometers.

The green awns shot into the sky.

Along the border, a blue spiritual energy barrier stretches across the heavens and earth.

The barrier fell down, enveloping the entire Chinese nation.

The A-rank Abyss Destroyer, charging at the forefront, crashed headfirst into the cyan barrier.

The moment the monster's massive body touched the blue light, its skin melted away silently.

Bones decompose, blood vaporizes.

In a mere second, the monster, weighing several tons, vanished into thin air, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.

The hundreds of thousands of refugees fleeing from the rear stopped in their tracks.

Some people couldn't stop their momentum and crashed into the blue light curtain.

It was not harmed, but was bounced back by a gentle yet resilient force and slammed heavily into the mud.

Let them throw stones at us, let them run over us with cars.

The blue barrier remained completely still.

The Chinese border troops lowered their guns, looked at the scene before them, and saluted in unison.

..........

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The home screen is split in two.

The image on the left is a real-time global satellite thermal image.

More than a hundred countries were covered by the red abyss energy, and life was cut off.

On the right is a cyan light curtain over the border of China.

A peaceful and lush landscape.

Staff Officer Li typed on the keyboard, reporting data.

"Sir, the spiritual energy barrier is fully closed. Monsters cannot invade, and all foreign personnel are kept outside the country."

"The total number of refugees gathered at the border has exceeded five million."

"Should we provide humanitarian aid?"

Zhou Yaoguo stared at the blood-red world on the screen.

"Aid my ass."

"The country's borders are closed; not even a fly can be let in."

"The peace and tranquility that China enjoys today was won by eight comrades who risked their lives, and it was bought by our ancestors over twenty years."

"It's not for doing good deeds."

"Prioritize the safety of the Chinese people, and transfer troops to domestic areas to deal with local disasters."

Minister Chen held a teacup.

The water in the teacup had long since gone cold.

His eyes twitched as he looked at the satellite images of his neighboring country, a country ravaged by suffering.

"Old Zhou."

Minister Chen's voice was hoarse.

"Look at those small countries."

"Just a few hours ago, they were still echoing the West online, clamoring for sanctions against us."

"Now there's not even a bone fragment left."

He turned his head and looked at the broadcast screen of the National Fortune Space.

Eight people were surrounding a black wooden coffin.

"If it weren't for these eight people."

"If it weren't for that coffin."

"China's current fate is no different from theirs."

Zhou Yaoguo nodded, his back straight: "So we absolutely cannot lose. We must awaken our ancestors and shatter this space."

Huaxia's exclusive live streaming room.

1.4 billion Chinese citizens watched as the horrific scenes of hell were simultaneously broadcast online from overseas.

The jokes have stopped online; only lingering fear remains.

So this is what the end of the world really looks like.

I just checked using a VPN, and several medium-sized countries have been wiped out by monsters; some cities aren't even left with a single living person.

[This is terrible. I thought we were killing monsters so easily, but it turns out it was because someone else was taking on all the difficulties for us.]

Without our ancestors, without these eight predecessors, this would be our current situation.

[I just watched the live stream from the border, and that blue-glowing Great Wall was absolutely stunning! Monsters that crashed into it were instantly obliterated!]

That wasn't just light; it was the very destiny of our Chinese nation! It was our great protective shield!

The refugees were all kowtowing at the border; they weren't like this when they were cursing us before.

【We absolutely must not open the door! This is the destiny our ancestors left us; why should we share it with others!】

Being born in China makes this life worthwhile.

[The eighth wave is coming! Let's continue to cheer on our predecessors!]

【............】

Within the realm of national destiny.

The seventh wave of settlements is now complete.

The mechanical sounds from the sky rose again, covering the remaining defense lines of the hundred nations.

[Seventh wave of city defense rewards distributed.]

The beam of light descended.

Before the Chinese defense line, bare panels appeared.

Chen Xiao took a step forward.

He looked at the suspended light panel without hesitation.

His right hand was clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

He punched the center of the bare board.

The light panel shattered, turning into countless points of light that scattered into the void.

[Huaxia Defense Line: For the seventh time, all members have forfeited their individual rewards.]

[Seven consecutive accumulations of Qi have been completed.]

Chen Xiao turned around.

He walked up to the black wooden coffin and knelt down.

The black cypress wood has a warm, lustrous sheen on its surface.

The golden light around the bone-suppressing nail began to flow and resonate.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The heartbeat inside the coffin was no longer muffled.

Each pulsation carries a force that shakes the surrounding yellow sand.

Chen Xiao lowered his head, his eyes slightly red.

"Master."

"One hundred countries are gone."

"Our China is still here."