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

Above the vast sky, where the fate of the nation rests, mechanical sounds pierce through layers of thunder.

[The eighth wave of monsters has ended.]

[Blue Star Survival Defense Line: Thirty-Nine Nations.]

The numbers jumped, and more than sixty countries were completely wiped off the map.

Golden panels appeared precisely on time in front of the Chinese position.

Chen Xiao stepped forward, clenched his right fist, and smashed through the center of the bare panel with a clean and decisive punch.

The scattered points of light merged into the earth's surface.

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

[Eight consecutive accumulations of fortune have been detected, increasing China's national fortune by over 200%.]

[Triggering the second stage of the law of qualitative change in national destiny.]

[Exclusive Rewards for China: Lowered threshold for universal awakening, spiritual energy replenishes the earth's veins.]

Blue Star, the homeland of China.

A large amount of blue spiritual rain fell from the night sky.

Clear springs gush forth from the dried-up ancient well, and the barren mountains are covered with lush and vibrant plants.

In the heart of the northwestern desert, vast oases have sprung up out of nowhere, repelling the sandstorms.

The Gobi Desert was transformed into a lush grassland in an instant.

Tens of millions of ordinary people who have not yet awakened felt heat rise from their dantian the moment the azure spiritual rain touched their skin.

The bones cracked, and power surged through every part of the body.

The force measuring instruments in major military regions exceeded their limits, and the physical fitness of the entire army has once again improved.

The exclusive live streaming room for China is undergoing a massive server expansion.

Data streams are impacting major online platforms, with countless short videos trending on social media.

The top trending topic: #YYDS_TheUnderworldTeam#.

The enthusiasm of netizens has completely ignited the internet.

Various fan-made emojis have flooded the internet.

A screenshot of Chen Xiao casually tossing a long nail was given special effects and captioned: "I'm nailing you to your coffin right now."

Guan Shan's cold profile as he draws his sword, accompanied by the words: "Ahead lies China, where the gods forbid passage."

The image shows a blind man turning a compass, accompanied by the caption: "Fortune's wheel keeps turning; today, the foreigner is buried."

On major short video platforms, a high-energy video clip titled "Zhen Huaxia" garnered over 10 billion views in less than an hour after its release, and the comment section was flooded with comments.

The entire nation entered into a frenzied atmosphere of joy.

The comments section was scrolling wildly:

[These are our own superheroes! No bodysuits, just simple linen clothes!]

The West has its Avengers, we have our Underworld Team! We offer a one-stop funeral service, handling both killing and burial!

[Chen Xiao's Soul-Suppressing Nails were so cool! I took a screenshot and used it as my wallpaper, hoping it will ward off evil spirits!]

I've decided to have my newborn son learn the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument); maybe he'll even join a top troupe someday.

[Just finished watching a video of several major neighboring countries, all relying on their systems to survive. So tragic, hahaha.]

[Thank you to our eight predecessors, thank you to our ancestors! The eternal gods of China!]

I really want to see what my ancestors looked like in their coffins.

[Don't rush, let the old master sleep a little longer. The disciples haven't had their fill of fighting yet.]

【..........】

The camera cuts to a small village deep in the northwestern desert.

A reporter from the national television station, equipped with a full set of live broadcast equipment, interviewed the village chief, who was over sixty years old.

An official working group has entered these villages to provide the highest level of accommodation for the villagers who are the eight guardians.

The old village chief sat on the doorstep, smoking a pipe, surrounded by villagers who had awakened their spiritual energy.

"Grandpa, Guanshan has been in your village for twenty years. Everyone has always called him the village guardian."

The reporter handed him the microphone. "What did people think of him back then?"

The old village chief tapped his pipe, his wrinkled face glowing red.

"Guan Shan, that kid, is usually quiet and spends all his time practicing his sword in the back mountain."

The old village chief's voice was loud and clear: "Outsiders all say he's single-minded and a fool. But when our village was hit by snow disasters and wolf packs, he was the one who carried the burden on the front lines."

The old village chief stood up, pointed at the camera, and stood ramrod straight.

"Now I understand."

"The guardians of our village are protecting more than just our few households."

"He's protecting the entire village of China!"

This sentence was broadcast live to the screens of 1.4 billion people.

Countless people had tears in their eyes while watching the screen.

This bond of blood ties deeply resonated with people's feelings of patriotism and national sentiment.

A super-sized bullet screen with a gold border slowly floated across the top of the live stream.

I'm ninety years old this year, and I've been bedridden for years, relying on a ventilator to stay alive. Since the country's fortunes improved, I've been able to get out of bed and walk again, and I feel I can live another twenty years. Thank you.

The simple words directly brought tears to the eyes of countless netizens.

Tears welled up amidst the revelry.

This is a victory for the entire nation, and a phoenix rising from the ashes of disaster for a country.

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

Bald Eagle Country's position.

The yellow sand was stained black by the blood of the abyss tyrant.

A beam of restorative light descended from the sky, enveloping Jackson's battered body.

Jackson lay in the blood, staring blankly at the night sky.

Nourished by the beam of light, the granulation tissue grew rapidly, forcibly restoring the shattered sternum.

This should have been a process of rebirth, but Jackson felt no joy whatsoever.

The terrifying scene kept replaying in my mind.

He used his thunder whip to throw his four comrades into the monster's mouth.

He used up his last bit of superpower to barely kill those henchmen.

He survived.

But his bottom line collapsed.

Father Anthony knelt to one side, holding the cross in his hands, and silently recited the scriptures with his eyes closed.

He firmly believed that God would protect them.

The athletes from Western countries were all struggling to breathe amidst the beams of light.

Yamamoto Itto of Japan had his severed leg reattached, while Victor of Russia grew new flesh.

Everyone is barely clinging to life, not knowing if they will ever see that light again.

.........

The Pentagon's main conference room in the United States.

General Smith stood in front of the monitor screen, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He grabbed the custom-made coffee cup worth five thousand US dollars from the table and smashed it hard against the bulletproof glass wall.

"Bang!"

Porcelain shards shattered, and brown liquid splattered all over the floor.

"Why!"

Smith slammed his fists on the control panel, his roar echoing through the hall, "Our genetic troops! Our Thunder God! They've all been thrashed to a pulp!"

He pointed to the several Chinese archives that had just been translated on the screen.

"Whom did they choose?"

"A cripple with a missing arm! A blind beggar! A coroner who deals with corpses all day long!"

"Eight mentally challenged people who are just loafing around at the bottom of society, waiting to die! Eight so-called village guardians!"

Smith became increasingly distraught as he spoke, spitting onto the screen.

"Our elite special forces, relying on high-tech agents, have killed eight groups of people!"

"These country bumpkins, wielding hammers and needles, didn't shed a single drop of blood, yet they elevated the fate of the entire nation of China to a new level!"

The staff and senior officers lowered their heads, staring intently at the tips of the shoes, not daring to utter a sound.

Smith gripped the edge of the control panel with both hands, pressing dents into the metal surface.

The rise in the nation's fortunes made his body stronger and stronger.

But he couldn't feel happy at all.

Because each time China improves, it's several times more than him!

He even suspected that China had already formed a special forces unit of superhumans!

We can't compete in terms of national potential, and we certainly can't compete in terms of reality!

The so-called West University is no longer worthy of being compared with East University.

The chief of staff stood to the side and slightly behind Smith, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.

"General, we must face reality."

The chief of staff's voice was hoarse. "China's extraordinary system has completely deviated from our scientific understanding. They're attacking us from another dimension. Now is not the time to be angry; we should be considering whether Jackson can survive the upcoming ninth wave."

Smith turned around and stared intently at the chief of staff, his eyes bloodshot.

"Survive?"

Smith sneered, "If we put the entire Pacific Fleet on high alert, our borders will soon be facing those monsters."

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

The space for national destiny.

The buffer time for the eighth wave is rapidly slipping away.

Beside the campfire, Guan Shan suddenly stopped wiping his long sword.

The copper bell in Ma Ling's hand emitted a dull, self-ringing sound.

Chen Xiao stood up, his gaze sweeping across the endless yellow sand and landing on the distant horizon.

The black wooden coffin in front of the Huaxia city gate suddenly began to vibrate at an accelerated frequency.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of a heartbeat broke the silence of the wasteland.

The crimson light in the sky faded, replaced by a blanket of black.

The piercing, highest-level alarm sounded in everyone's ears.

【warn!warn! 】

[The first round of final cleanup is about to begin, followed by the arrival of the ninth catastrophic boss.]

A massive rift, stretching over a hundred kilometers, was torn open in the black sky.

A sense of oppression, completely different from any monster before, poured down along the crack.

The pressure materialized, directly crushing the spatial barriers surrounding the nation's destiny.

A hundred miles in front of the city gates of each country.

The ground is cracked over a large area.

Magma erupted from the ground.

A colossal phantom, larger than a thousand-meter-long city wall in China, slowly coalesced amidst magma and black mist.

The surrounding air is distorted under the high temperature.

The yellow sand stopped flowing, and space came to a standstill.

Monsters of this caliber transcend the realm of ordinary creatures, becoming a walking natural disaster.

As Jackson gazed at the overwhelming shadow, his newly recovered body trembled uncontrollably once more.

"We..." Jackson's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. "We can't win. All of humanity will die here."