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

The global live stream exploded.

Pentagon.

General Smith stared at the blacked-out split screen, his coffee cup falling to the ground and shattering.

The chief of staff next to him opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Jackson.

The strongest superhuman in the Bald Eagle Kingdom.

Jackson, who had been injected with the ultimate drug and had exhausted his life force.

It didn't even last half a second.

"God..." Smith managed to squeeze out a few syllables, his voice sounding like he was being choked, "He didn't even... touch that thing."

The president jumped up from his chair.

"Nuclear bomb! Prepare for a nuclear bomb! If that thing becomes a reality—"

"Mr. President."

The chief of staff interrupted him, his voice hoarse, "The system said that if the ninth wave of city collapse does not occur, the contestants will be directly eliminated."

"Where are our people?!"

"He's dead."

"They're all dead."

No one spoke in the meeting room.

Outside the window, the sky over the Bald Eagle Country was a hazy gray.

It seems even God didn't want them to see what was about to happen.

...........

Japanese positions.

When Yamamoto Itto saw the split screen of the White Eagle Kingdom turn black, all the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

Half a second.

Jackson didn't even last half a second.

That was Jackson after he was injected with the ultimate drug.

"Lord Yamamoto... what should we do...?"

Among the four newcomers behind him, a college student in his early twenties slumped on the ground, his crotch already soaked.

Yamamoto Itto did not turn back.

He stared at the moving mountain range in the distance.

The giant turned its head.

It is observing the various positions.

Like a child choosing which ant to step on.

"Stand up."

Yamamoto Itto's voice was very soft.

"Lord Yamamoto, we can't beat that thing—"

"I said, stand up."

Yamamoto Itto finally turned around.

He held his half-broken katana horizontally in front of him, the blade still stained with the black blood of the previous wave of monsters.

My right leg was forcibly reattached by the system's light beam, and I walk with a limp.

But his tone left no room for negotiation.

"You four, get out."

"Wh...what?"

"Go out of the city gate and run to the left."

The college student was stunned.

Another middle-aged man realized what was happening and turned pale: "Lord Yamamoto, you want us to be bait?"

"It's not bait."

Yamamoto Itto turned around and faced outwards from the city.

"It's about buying time. Its attention is scanning all the positions. If you run out, it will see moving objects first. I need three seconds. Three seconds to draw my sword and gather my strength."

"But going out means death—"

"Staying here is the same as dying."

Yamamoto Itto offered no further explanation.

He raised his right leg, which had been forcibly reattached, and kicked the nearest newcomer in the chest.

The man was sent flying through the breach in the city wall and crashed onto the scorched earth outside the city.

The remaining three turned and tried to run away.

The back of the broken blade struck three times in quick succession, precisely hitting the back of their knees.

The three people screamed and fell out of the city gate.

"run."

Yamamoto Itto had his back to them.

"Run to the left. How far can you run?"

The four people scrambled to their feet, crying and crawling, and ran to the left.

The troll's gaze was indeed momentarily drawn to the moving creature.

Only for a moment.

But that was enough for Yamamoto Itto.

He gripped the hilt of the broken katana with both hands.

The remaining blade is only thirty centimeters long, not even qualifying as a short knife.

But he poured all the remaining spiritual power, life force, and even the enhanced cellular energy of his body into the thirty-centimeter-long broken blade.

The blade began to glow.

It's not white, it's dark red.

That's the color of burning life.

"Iai..."

Yamamoto Itto crouched down, took a half step back with his right leg, and pressed his center of gravity to the extreme.

The troll no longer pays attention to the four newcomers.

It raised its right arm.

A giant hand made of black rock, larger than a football field, descended upon the Japanese positions, carrying the intense heat from deep within the Earth's core.

Wind pressure arrives first.

The rubble on the city wall was blown away and scattered in all directions.

The veins on Yamamoto Itto's forehead were all bulging.

"Shura—"

He sprang into the air.

He transformed into a dark red ray of light, heading straight for the descending giant hand.

The broken blade cleaved out.

The dark red blade struck the black rock.

The moment of contact.

The 30-centimeter-long blade melted instantly.

The molten iron splashed onto Yamamoto Itto's face, burning several charred pits.

Where is the blade's edge?

What about the blade of light he unleashed by burning his life force?

A two-centimeter-deep cut was made on the surface of the giant hand.

Two centimeters.

The giant hand is over 300 meters thick.

Yamamoto Itto hovered in mid-air, holding a hilt without a blade in his hand.

He looked down at what he was holding.

Then look up.

The giant hand continued to fall.

The wind pressure pressed his body back to the ground.

No, it was pressed into the ground.

"Creak—"

That was the sound of bones being compressed.

The knee broke first.

Then comes the femur.

Then comes the hip bone.

Yamamoto Itto's body was crushed into an irregular shape, but he did not die.

His enhanced body allowed him to maintain consciousness even under such physical pressure.

He felt his internal organs being pushed out.

Blood gushed from all five senses at the same time.

The final image shows the giant hand landing completely on the ground.

The entire Japanese city wall—including the foundation stones beneath it, the iron locks on the gates, and the sandbags piled up behind them—was all crushed into powder.

The four newcomers who ran out were thrown three hundred meters away by the shockwave generated when the giant hand landed.

When they landed, all their bones were shattered.

The blood inside the body boils directly due to the high temperature generated by the vibration, and evaporates from the pores.

Mechanical voice broadcast.

[All Japanese players were wiped out, and the city was destroyed.]

Tokyo.

Minister Tanaka stared at the black screen, frozen in place.

The politicians in the meeting room exchanged glances.

No one cried.

No one shouted.

Because the system said that the ninth wave of city collapse would not actually occur.

But their athlete died.

Yamamoto Itto is dead.

The last swordsman they had placed their hopes on was smashed into a pulp by a giant hand.

"Your Excellency..." the secretary began softly.

Minister Tanaka slowly sat down.

Place both hands flat on the table.

He stared at his reflection on the table, his lips trembling for a long time before he finally managed to utter one sentence:

"Broadcasting footage from China."

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The Vatican position.

Archbishop Paul condensed his entire body of holy light into a golden shield with a diameter of 100 meters.

Nine Holy Light Awakeners unleashed their attacks simultaneously, causing the scriptures on the shield's surface to flow and radiate brilliant golden light.

The troll didn't even make a move.

It was merely a step toward the Vatican's position.

The sea of ​​lava gushing from beneath their feet completely engulfed the entire position.

The moment the Divine Shield touched the lava—

"Sizzle—"

The golden holy light melted away rapidly, emitting white smoke, like an ice cube thrown into molten iron.

Archbishop Paul's hands began to burn.

It's not a metaphor.

It's true, it's true.

Holy light couldn't even last three seconds against magma that was over a thousand degrees hot.

Nine people were swallowed by lava.

[All Vatican players wiped out; the city destroyed.]

The position of the Indian army.

Amir struggled to get up from the stretcher.

He was left with only a torso and a left arm.

However, he still activated the last of his spiritual power, causing his body to swell into a five-meter-tall giant form.

five meters.

One kilometer away.

The ratio is one to two hundred.

Amir threw the last punch of his life.

The force of the punch dissipated before it even reached the giant's knees.

The giant came over.

There was no deliberate attack.

I just walked over.

A piece of lava splashed up when his foot landed, and it hit Amir on the head.

A piece of lava fragment the size of a palm.

It pierced through his skull.

[All Indian players have been wiped out, and the city has been destroyed.]

Great Britain.

Russia, the land of the Russian bear.

Gaul.

One after another, the split screens turned black.

Some positions didn't even last five seconds.

Some athletes didn't even have time to stand up before they were submerged by the sea of ​​lava.

The troll did not deliberately target any particular country.

It's just walking.

With each step, lava beneath their feet engulfed an area.

Thirty-nine split screens.

Thirty-eight were wiped out in twenty seconds.

The mechanical voices broadcasted one message after another, as densely as machine gun fire.

[All South Korean players have been eliminated, and the city has been destroyed.]

[All Russian soldiers have been wiped out, and the city has been destroyed.]

[The Germanic warriors have been completely wiped out, and the city has been destroyed.]

[All of Gaul's players have been wiped out, and their city has been destroyed.]

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