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

Father Anthony knelt in the yellow sand.

He gripped the silver cross tightly with both hands and chanted scriptures rapidly.

Golden holy light burst forth from the cross, directly covering Jackson's rotten flesh.

The granulation tissue writhed wildly.

The broken bones were forcibly joined together.

Jackson suddenly opened his eyes in the holy light.

He was panting heavily, and dark purple lightning crackled across his skin.

He stood up.

The Abyss Earthshaker raised its right foot again.

Jackson turned his head and stared at the four newcomers who were slumped on the ground behind him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly thrust out his right hand.

The purplish-black lightning transformed into a long whip, wrapping around the waist of the nearest young white man.

"No! Mr. Jackson! Help!"

The white youth screamed loudly.

Jackson used his arm to slam the white youth violently into the jaws of the Earthshaker in the abyss.

The monster took a bite.

The white youth's screams abruptly stopped.

Fresh blood dripped from the monster's fangs onto the ground.

Jackson did not stop.

The thunder whip lashed out continuously.

the second.

The third.

the fourth.

They were all used as bait by Jackson, and were thrown one after another at the charging Earthshakers.

The monsters fought over the flesh and blood, and their offensive paused.

Jackson used those few seconds to clasp his hands together in front of his chest.

He exhausted the last bit of his supernatural power.

A fist-sized, purplish-black lightning core took shape in his palm.

The electric current inside the lightning core rotates at high speed, emitting a piercing shriek.

The surrounding air was ionized, emitting a strong ozone odor.

Jackson let out a superhuman roar and slammed the Thunder Core into the area where the Earthshakers were most concentrated.

boom!

The blinding lightning engulfed an area of ​​about 100 meters in radius.

The high temperature instantly evaporated the surrounding air.

The violent electric current pierced through the Earthshaker's metal scales, burning the monster's internal organs to a crisp.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

Jackson's knees buckled, and he knelt on the scorched sand.

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his hands hung limply at his sides.

Father Anthony collapsed in the back, the cross lying to the side.

The four newcomers didn't even leave behind a single bone.

Only two survivors remained on the Bald Eagles' position.

.............

Japanese positions.

Cracks spread in the city wall.

Three hundred Abyss Earthshakers charged forward.

The ground shook violently.

Yamamoto Itto leaned against the earthen wall.

He was panting heavily, his right hand gripping the broken katana tightly.

The white bone of his right leg pierced through the skin and was exposed to the air.

The four newlyweds huddled in a corner.

They were trembling, their eyes filled with fear.

Yamamoto Itto straightened up.

He turned around, his katana held directly to the neck of one of the new recruits.

The blade cut through the skin, and blood flowed out.

"go out."

Yamamoto Itto's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. "Leave them away."

The newcomer was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he knelt in the muddy water, clinging tightly to Yamamoto's legs: "Lord Yamamoto! We're just commoners! Going out means certain death!"

"If you don't leave, I'll cut off your heads right now."

Yamamoto Itto's eyes were sinister. "If the city gates fall, everyone will die. Go and hold them off, buy me three seconds to draw my sword."

After he finished speaking, he raised his left foot and kicked the other person in the chest.

The newlyweds were thrown backwards through the gap in the city wall.

The other three newcomers turned and tried to run away upon seeing this.

Yamamoto Itto flipped his wrist and slammed the back of his blade into their legs.

The three of them screamed and fell out of the door.

The Abyss Earthshaker smelled fresh blood.

They abandoned the city walls and pounced directly on the four newlyweds.

The sharp claws tore open the newcomer's chest.

Internal organs spilled all over the ground.

The sound of chewing bones was particularly jarring in the darkness.

Yamamoto Itto closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the broken sword with both hands.

The muscles in his arms are bulging.

The sound of the wind around them stopped.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

With a single leg thrust, his body shot forward.

The broken blade drew a dazzling crescent-shaped white light in mid-air.

"Iaijutsu: Asura Slash!"

The white light sliced ​​through the air and plunged directly into the throats of the dozen or so Earthshakers at the forefront.

The dark silver metallic scales shattered one by one.

The monster's head rolled off.

Yamamoto Itto crashed heavily into the muddy water.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and then completely lost consciousness.

.............

The position of the Indian army.

Amir's ten-meter-tall bronze-colored giant body was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds.

Singh's water-escape armor had long since dried up.

The Abyss Earthshaker's metal claws tore through Amir's defenses time and time again.

Amir swung his giant fist and smashed the head of a monster.

Dark silver scales pierced the back of his hand, drawing blood.

More Earthshakers crawled up his legs.

The seven newcomers behind them threw spears haphazardly.

The spear struck the monster's scales, but bounced off without causing any damage.

A giant earthshaker climbed onto Amir's shoulder, opened its massive maw full of fangs, and bit down on his neck.

Amir let out a deafening scream of pain.

He reached out and grabbed the monster's jaw, tearing it apart with a sharp pull.

But he also lost his balance.

The massive body crashed to the ground.

The immense weight crushed the monsters beneath it.

But even more Earthshakers surged up.

They opened their mouths wide and began to devour Amir's flesh and blood.

Singh's face turned deathly pale. He formed hand seals, attempting to unleash a jet of water, but was pounced on by a monster that bit off his throat.

Foreign netizens were completely devastated by the screen full of bloodshed and betrayal.

[God, Jackson used his teammates as bait!]

This is murder! He doesn't deserve to be a hero of the bald eagle!

[Yamamoto of Japan was also a madman; he personally pushed civilians into hell!]

These aren't superheroes! They're all demons!

We lost. Humanity simply cannot win the eighth wave.

[Amir has fallen, India is doomed!]

Even Russia couldn't hold on any longer; those were metal monsters!

This wasn't defending the city; it was a one-sided massacre.

Who will save us! China, why isn't China helping us?!

The Earth is going to be destroyed, let's all die together!

【..........】

Inside the exclusive live stream room for Huaxia.

Netizens' palms were sweating as they looked at the 150-meter-tall abyss tyrant on the screen.

[A monster 150 meters tall, how do we fight it?]

Can the ancient formations suppress this thing?

[Old Luo's feng shui formation was used in the seventh wave, what to do this wave?]

[Don't panic, everyone! We still have one last person to make a move!]

[Chen Xiao! It's time for Chen Xiao to step in!]

He was a coffin maker, and also the last trump card his master kept by his side.

To be honest, I'm a little scared. He's too young; he looks like he's only in his early twenties.

Trust him! Trust the wisdom of our ancestors!

【..........】

The Chinese front.

The Abyss Tyrant emerged from the black mist.

Its 150-meter-tall body blocked out the sky.

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.

It let out a deafening roar.

With each step he took, the earth trembled.

The yellow sand was shaken into the air, forming a sandstorm.

Ten thousand Abyssal Earthshakers followed behind the tyrant.

A dark mass, forming a black line of sight.

The oppressive feeling made it hard to breathe.

Guan Shan gripped the blood-patterned iron knife tightly.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Old Luo took out the bronze compass from his pocket.

Ma Ling's remaining left hand gripped the copper bell tightly.

Just now.

The last person stood up.

Chen Xiao, the coffin maker.

He was dressed in coarse linen clothes.

He was twenty-two years old.

He has a sturdy build, clear eyes, and an honest, simple charm.

He was the youngest of the eight.

She was also the last one to start learning.

Chen Xiao patted the sand off his knees.

"Senior brothers and sisters, you should rest."

Guan Shan frowned and stepped forward: "Eighth Brother, this thing is too big. You can't carry it by yourself."

Chen Xiao turned to look at Guan Shan.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Master said that no matter how big something is, it has to be put in a coffin."