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

The lava giant has fallen.

The kilometer-tall black stone body began to disintegrate from the chest.

The cracked rock shell rolled to the ground, and the still-warm magma flowed along the ravines.

The high temperature evaporated the remaining moisture and also burned off the iron chains that Jiang Chen had wrapped around the monster's ankles.

The last piece of chain crashed into the sand.

"boom!"

The monster's head tilted backward, smashing through several newly risen stone mountains.

The heavens and earth trembled.

A little dust settled on the blue bricks of the Huaxia city wall, but the city gate remained closed, and the hinges did not shift by even half an inch.

Eight people stood in front of the black wooden coffin.

Guan Shan's sleeves were mostly burned off, and his shoulder was covered in burns.

He plunged the iron knife into the sand to support his body.

Jiang Chen's palms were mangled and bloody, but he first picked up the broken iron chain.

Ji Yuan wiped the blood from her lips and put the remaining yellow paper back into her sleeve.

Ma Ling glanced down at the copper bell.

A thin crack appeared in the bell.

"A money-loser."

He muttered a curse under his breath, but still carefully tucked the copper bell into his bosom.

Chen Xiao squatted down beside the coffin and placed his palm on the coffin lid.

Warm.

The heart inside the coffin remained steady, each beat affecting the fate of the nation beneath the earth.

"Master, we held on in the first round."

Chen Xiao grinned.

His smile had barely appeared when the shared sky dome in the heavens suddenly flickered.

Outside of the split-screen view in China, the remaining battlefield images were forcibly magnified.

Not all scenes have ended.

There are discrepancies in spatial flow velocities across different countries.

When Huaxia killed the BOSS, the last few seconds of the other positions were not fully deployed until this moment.

...........

Bald Eagle Country's position.

Jackson's entire body was charred black, with purple lace patterns creeping up his neck and cheeks.

He is not dead.

Anthony's final burst of holy light pulled him from the edge of the magma breath, but he only managed to survive by the last breath.

The world-destroying lava behemoth turned around, its long tail of black rock sweeping across the battlefield.

"Get down!"

Anthony screamed.

Jackson had no time to react.

The long tail first crashed into the loess city wall.

The 100-meter-thick wall broke in the middle.

Bricks, iron pillars, and defensive equipment flew into the sky together.

Immediately afterwards, the tail tip swept across Jackson's waist.

His body spun and flew hundreds of meters before crashing into the collapsed city gate.

The lightning went out.

Jackson was buried under rubble, with only half of his arm sticking out.

When the people of the Bald Eagle saw this scene, all their shouts were stuck in their throats.

Smith stood in front of the Pentagon's screen.

He didn't want to believe it.

The man who was once touted as the "human Thor" couldn't even catch a monster's casual tail swing.

The battlefield model on the conference table was broken.

The United States deployed its best weapons, most expensive medicines, and most outstanding soldiers.

For each reward, they choose to strengthen the individual.

As a result, the city wall still collapsed.

Why did China win?

The president stared at the only lit screen showing China.

He didn't really want to ask.

The answer has been right in front of us all along.

China has given every reward to 1.4 billion people.

They used one country to support eight people, and then used those eight people to stabilize the country's borders.

They put all their resources on Jackson.

With Jackson gone, the Bald Eagle had no second pillar.

"General, the city gate structure is unstable."

The technician stared at the red data, his voice trembling.

"Completeness rate: 7%"

"Four percent."

"Reset to zero".

On the screen, the gates of the Bald Eagle Kingdom are tilting inward.

The heavy door panel crashed into the ruins, raising clouds of dust.

A mechanical voice then sounded.

The Bald Eagle's defense line has fallen.

.........

Smith closed his eyes.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to smash things.

The celestial backdrop transitions.

Germanic territory.

The surviving contestant activates the last mechanical exoskeleton.

The armor issued an overload warning.

He calculated the monster's stride, speed, and the weight-bearing capacity of the city gate, trying to find the only way out.

All formulas ultimately lead to the same result.

zero.

He looked at the Chinese defense line in the center of the screen and suddenly smiled.

"It turns out we'd already lost from the very first reward."

The flames engulfed the lens.

The German defense line has fallen.

The thirty-nine split screens turned off one by one.

thirty.

twenty.

ten.

three.

One.

Finally, only one image remained on the global sky.

China.

The city gates did not collapse.

The contestants who were not eliminated.

Eight figures, all injured, remained surrounding the black wooden coffin.

Those wounds did not make them retreat; instead, they added a touch of the weight of living people to this defensive line.

The global internet was briefly silenced.

It's not a disconnection.

Nobody knew what to say.

Billions of people looked up at the Chinese flag that was still fluttering in the wind.

Before the first wave of attacks, everyone believed that China was the weakest.

Eight elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people.

A coffin.

There were no firearms, no armor, and no advanced superpowers.

At that time, various countries had already begun discussing how to divide up China's resources.

Today, those countries that discussed dividing up China have not even managed to leave behind their own city gates.

China still exists.

Not a single brick collapsed.

One person survived.

Only the image of China remains lit up...

I counted five times, and there really was only one country.

Eight people guarded a gate that even the elites of other countries couldn't hold.

We used to laugh at them for carrying yellow paper, brass bells, and nails; now it seems we were the clowns all along.

The walls of the bald eagle have collapsed, the bear is gone, but the gates of China haven't even lost their paint.

This isn't luck; nine consecutive waves couldn't be achieved through luck.

Each time, they sacrificed themselves, giving the rewards to the nation, and the nation returned the power to them.

From this day forward, no one has the right to mock the heritage of the Chinese nation.

Please allow me to pay tribute to the gatekeepers of China.

The whole world has collapsed, but the flag in the East still flies.

【……】

After a period of silence, Chinese comments surged from the bottom of the screen.

We won! We really beat the game!

[Dad, did you see that? The border has been secured!]

[China was the only team to clear the first round!]

[The first eight waves are individual kills, the ninth wave is an eight-general combined attack – this is the complete Yin Sect inheritance!]

[Stop shouting! Jiang Chen's hand is still bleeding. Quickly send them rewards to heal their wounds!]

They weren't just guarding a door; they were protecting the home of 1.4 billion people!

Guan Shan said that if the sky were to fall, someone would hold it up, and they really did!

[Eight venerable elders, please accept our deepest bow!]

【….】

The underground command center in Yanjing.

No one was sitting.

Zhou Yaoguo looked up at the main screen.

The young staff officer covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling.

The veterans stood ramrod straight, their eyes reflecting the burnt-out bonfire in front of the Huaxia city gate.

A communications soldier took off his headset.

"Report!"

"The northwest key point is stable!"

"The southwest key point is stable!"

"The tide of national fortune rises in the East!"

"The integrity of the spiritual energy barrier nationwide is 100%!"

One sound after another.

Zhou Yaoguo did not respond immediately.

He straightened his uniform collar, raised his right hand, and saluted the eight people on the screen.

The entire hall raised its hands in response.

No one gave the order.

No commands are needed.

"They returned the country's borders to us."

Zhou Yaoguo lowered his hand, his voice not loud.

"Next, it's our turn to protect the China they risked their lives for."

Minister Chen quickly composed himself.

"If all other countries' defenses collapse, the international order will be reorganized within hours. Customs, borders, and territorial waters will all be under pressure."

"Save the heroes first."

Zhou Yaoguo looked at the medical team.

"Then activate the highest level of national emergency response plan. Don't put your sword back in its sheath just because you've won one round."

"The second round, 72 hours to go."

"yes!"

Within the realm of national destiny, the crimson sky slowly faded.

A crack appeared in the dark clouds that covered the wasteland.

Golden light fell on the city wall of China, flowing along every blue brick.

Guan Shan's burns on his shoulder stopped worsening, and the blood in Jiang Chen's palm was sealed by a layer of golden light.

The eight people did not cheer.

They both turned around and looked at the coffin.

That heart, which beats in sync with the fate of China, beats louder than ever before.

Boom!

A wave of dust rose from the ground.

Boom!

The copper nails on the black wooden coffin lit up at the same time.

The smile on Chen Xiao's face disappeared.

It wasn't just a heartbeat that could be heard from inside the coffin.

There was also a very soft breathing sound.

Master is one step closer to waking up.

Deep in the heavens, the cold, mechanical sounds echoed across the blue planet.

[First round of siege has ended.]

[Final Defense Line: One.]

[Country of entry: China]

[China became the only country to pass the first round.]

The unique completion reward is currently being calculated.

The second round of siege will begin in 72 hours.

[Note: The Blue Star protection mechanism will be adjusted after the first round.]

Zhou Yaoguo suddenly looked up.

The last sentence was not included in the previously announced rules.

The next moment, the global satellite map in the command center turned red.

The North, the West, and the South.

Tens of millions of mobile signals are converging on the borders of China from those lands that have lost their national defense lines.

The duty officer stared at the fluctuating data, his joy freezing on his face.

"Commander."

"Something's happened overseas."