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

The seventh wave of buffer period.

The night was dark.

The wind on the wasteland carried a strong smell of blood.

The position in front of Huaxia City Gate was intact.

Eight tall corpse puppets carried over several thick, withered logs and lit a bonfire next to the black wooden coffin.

The flickering firelight dispelled the surrounding chill.

Eight people sat around the campfire.

Ma Ling leaned against the city wall, poking at the fire with her remaining left hand.

Liu Bai opened the mahogany box, took out a clean white cloth, and wiped the dust off his hands.

Chen Xiao sat with his arms wrapped around his knees, in the spot closest to the coffin.

Guan Shan sat cross-legged on the sand.

He placed the blood-patterned iron sword horizontally on his knees.

Rough, large hands stroked the blade repeatedly.

The blood-red patterns on the blade shimmered in the firelight, exuding a chilling aura.

It was very quiet around.

The only sound was the crackling of burning dead wood.

And the steady heartbeat coming from inside the coffin.

"Senior Brother."

Chen Xiao turned his head and looked at Guan Shan.

"You've been with your master the longest. How did he accept you as his disciple back then?"

Guan Shan's rough fingers stopped on the blade.

The firelight illuminated the scars on his face.

Winter, 1999. The uninhabited area of ​​Northwest China.

"I was fourteen years old. I got into a street fight and killed two local thugs. They broke my sister's leg, and she didn't survive that winter."

"I ran into the Gobi Desert, where it snowed for three days and three nights."

"I ran around for half a month, eating dry grass roots and catching ground squirrels, but then there was nothing left but snow."

"I fell in the snow, surrounded by three hungry wolves."

"I didn't even have the strength to pick up a stone. I closed my eyes and waited to die."

Guan Shan raised his head and looked at the black wooden coffin.

"Master, dressed in this blue robe, walked out of the wind and snow."

He walked up to me, and the three-headed wolf lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

"Master took out a large, rough porcelain bowl from his bosom. Inside the bowl was hot soup noodles with two poached eggs on top, still steaming."

Guan Shan's eyes were red.

"I ate all the noodles and licked the bowl clean."

"My master asked me if I wanted to live."

I nodded, I bit my lip and nodded.

"My master pulled a rusty iron knife from his back and threw it at my feet."

He said, "Pick up the knife and come with me."

Guan Shan stroked the blood-patterned iron knife in his hand.

"My master took me into the mountains and taught me sword-drawing techniques for three whole years."

"There are no superfluous moves, only drawing the sword and slashing."

"Draw the sword 20,000 times every day."

"In the first year, my tiger's mouth split open, exposing the bone. My master went to the cliff to collect herbs, boiled them into black water, and soaked my hands in it every night."

"The following year, I chopped down a century-old pine tree in the mountains with a single stroke."

"In the third year, Master pointed to a deserted village on the northwestern border of the map."

He told me, "Go to that village and keep watch."

I asked him, "What are you guarding?"

"My master patted my shoulder."

Guan Shan's voice trembled as he said, "He said, 'If one day the sky falls, I will hold it up.'"

Guan Shan stood up, walked to the black wooden coffin, and knelt on one knee.

"I didn't believe it at the time. What kind of world is this where the sky is falling?"

"But I went. I stayed for twenty years. I never left that village."

He pressed his head against the scorching hot coffin lid.

Listen to the heartbeat inside.

"Now, the sky has truly fallen."

"Master is holding the fort."

All eight of them had tears in their eyes.

Ma Ling covered her mouth with her only remaining right hand.

Liu Bai turned his head away.

The yellow paper in Ji Yuan's hand fell onto the sand.

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"If the sky falls, I'll hold it up." That's a heavy sentence.

A fourteen-year-old orphan, a bowl of noodles, and his life. His ancestors gave him a reason to live.

He truly kept his promise for twenty years! Alone in a deserted village, he upheld it!

[Drawing your sword 20,000 times a day. That's true perseverance.]

The old saying goes, "He'll take the blame," and he actually put himself in a coffin and took the blame!

I cried. This isn't just a master and disciple relationship; it's a father and son relationship.

This is the true legacy of Chinese civilization. Elders shield their children from disaster, while the younger generation draws the sword from behind.

Our ancestors weren't lying; they truly held up the sky for 1.4 billion people.

Foreigners don't understand this kind of bond. They only know how to betray.

Betrayal is their tradition.

[Paying tribute to our predecessors, Guan Shan! Paying tribute to our ancestors!]

[...]

The countdown for the eighth wave has reached zero.

Mechanical sounds exploded across the globe.

The eighth wave of monster siege has officially begun.

Invasive Species: Abyssal Earthshaker.

Monster count: 10,000.

[A mutated boss-level creature has arrived: the Abyss Tyrant. Quantity: One.]

The red light in the sky was so intense it appeared black.

Bald Eagle Country's position.

The yellow sand was shaken and shot into the sky.

Ten thousand Abyss Earthshakers burst forth from the black mist.

These monsters are twenty meters tall.

Its entire body was covered in dark silver metallic scales.

They have no eyes.

Its head consists of only a huge mouth filled with fangs.

Strong limbs.

With each step, a wide crack would tear open the ground.

Behind this army of ten thousand monsters.

The black fog churned violently.

A huge, dark figure slowly emerged.

Tyrant of the Abyss.

He is 150 meters tall.

It stood there, directly blocking the red light above the Bald Eagle's position.

The black, heavy metal scales covering the entire surface shimmered with a cold luster in the night.

Arms hanging down to the ground.

A ten-meter-long bone blade grew out of the back of his hand.

The Abyss Tyrant raised his right arm.

They are two kilometers apart.

He threw a punch at the earthen city wall of the Bald Eagle Kingdom.

The forced compression of air produces a sonic boom.

The violent force of the punches spanned two kilometers.

boom!

A huge crack, five meters wide, appeared in the center of the city gate of the Bald Eagle Kingdom.

Landslide.

The wood broke.

Jackson stood at the foot of the city wall.

He has just regained some of his lightning powers.

Looking at that 150-meter-tall monster, Jackson's legs went weak.

The crucifix in Father Anthony's hand fell to the ground.

The four newcomers wet their pants.

He collapsed in the mud and cried bitterly.

Jackson gritted his teeth.

He mobilized the purplish-black lightning throughout his body, converging it in his right fist.

The purplish-black lightning compressed into a three-meter-long lightning spear.

"die!"

Jackson charged toward the foremost Earthshaker.

The lightning spear struck the dark silver scales.

The purple lightning dissipated.

Not a single white mark was left on the surface of the scales.

The Earthshaker raised its front paw and casually swung it.

Jackson flew sideways.

It crashed into the city wall.

His sternum was completely shattered.

Father Anthony hurriedly performed the healing spell.

A healing white light fell upon Jackson.

The wound hasn't healed yet.

The Earthshaker had already reached them.

The monster raised its foot.

Step on Jackson's thigh.

Grind it hard.

Bones and flesh were mixed together.

It turned into minced meat.

Jackson let out a pitiful howl.

Father Anthony knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes in prayer.