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

There are only ten minutes left in the rest period.

The Bald Eagles' new stronghold.

David lay prone on the scorched, vitrified ground, clutching his hair tightly.

David was a major stationed at an overseas base.

He was used to suppressing enemy fire from the air, calling in cruise missiles to bombard the ground, and using thermal imagers to lock onto targets.

All the battles he fought were based on overwhelming equipment superiority.

Three days ago, golden light descended, and he became the representative.

There was only a college student with swollen eyes from crying, a wealthy businessman trying to swipe his card on the screen with US dollars, and a retired nurse who was so frightened that she kept gagging.

David looked down at the fist-sized flame in his palm.

This is the superpower he awakened.

He watched the monster videos from the previous rounds dozens of times.

A colossal beast 150 meters tall, and poisonous fog filling the sky.

David glanced at the rear of the position.

The old city wall had been completely destroyed by former captain Jackson, and the system restored the new city wall to its original state, just waiting for it to be destroyed again.

They are essentially streaking.

David looked up at the Chinese battlefield on the screen.

The eight men were gathered around the fire.

There was no panic.

David felt a surge of intense jealousy. Why was such divine power bestowed upon the Chinese?

This power should rightfully belong to the great nation of the Bald Eagle.

Jealousy was quickly extinguished by fear.

The countdown ticks away; death is imminent.

.........

The Japanese positions also fell into a deathly silence.

Tanaka Jiro, clutching his bleeding right arm, leaned against the broken stone bricks, panting heavily.

The wound was inflicted by the burly man with hardened skin standing next to me.

The two had just fought tooth and nail over a half-empty bottle of murky water that they had salvaged from the ruins.

The burly man won and was tilting his head back, greedily swallowing his food.

Tanaka Jiro gritted his teeth.

He awakened the Wind Blade, thinking he could become the captain, lead Japan to a comeback, and return to the real world to enjoy unparalleled wealth and glory.

The broken blade left behind by former captain Yamamoto Itto is still stuck in the muddy water in the distance.

The blade was covered with the black blood of the previous monsters, emitting a nauseating stench.

No one dared to pick it up.

Tanaka Jiro looked at the blood-red countdown above his head, his mind filled with how to kick the burly man drinking water away as bait when the monster charged at him.

At the same time, on the global Sky Screen's public channel, a dense barrage of comments scrolled by.

Those new recruits from the United States have given up the struggle; the college student even wet his pants.

[With internal strife still raging in Japan, how can they possibly defend a city with this kind of mentality?]

[The spiritual energy barrier here is really strong. Just now, a few foreigners from the southwestern border tried to drive their armored vehicles through the checkpoint, and the front of the vehicles was instantly pulverized.]

[That feels good. They were so arrogant when they sent aircraft carriers to blockade us; now they have to show some respect when they need help.]

[Guys, there are only five minutes left in the countdown. I'm even afraid to go pee, I'm afraid I'll miss it.]

I wonder how these ancient Chinese ancestors will fight; I'm actually kind of looking forward to it.

Look! Master Guan has stood up!

Their aura has changed. Before, they seemed like mortals wielding divine weapons; now they seem like gods themselves!

Seventy-two hours have passed just like that. What kind of monster is the second round?

【..............】

In the real world, on the southwestern defense line.

The night was still, and the rain was pouring down.

Zhou Yaoguo stood behind the bulletproof glass of the observation post, his hands behind his back.

Two hundred meters to the outside, a pale blue spiritual energy barrier shot straight into the sky.

Two hundred percent of the nation's destiny has manifested, transforming into an insurmountable chasm.

Outside the barrier, millions of refugees and routed soldiers crowded together.

Rain washed over faces of different skin colors, a mixture of greed, madness, and despair.

A team of fully armed foreign mercenaries pushed aside the refugees and aimed eight individual rocket launchers at the blue light screen.

Flashes of fire appeared one after another.

The rocket, trailing a plume of flame, crashed into the barrier.

No explosion was heard.

The rocket was broken down into fine iron filings the instant it made contact with the light barrier, by an invisible strangulation force that scattered with the wind.

Immediately afterwards, a visible cyan ripple spread across the light screen.

The force of the recoil swept out, and the mercenaries didn't even have time to scream before their internal organs shattered, and they collapsed into the muddy water.

The crowd behind them screamed in terror and desperately retreated, triggering a severe stampede.

Staff Officer Li stepped forward with a tactical tablet in hand.

"Commander, this is the thirty-fourth armed assault today. All of them have been blocked by the spiritual energy barrier, and none have been able to break through."

Zhou Yaoguo did not answer the tablet.

"Tell the soldiers at the front to remain vigilant. Open fire on any living creature that touches the boundary marker without asking for permission."

"yes!"

Zhou Yaoguo turned to look at the big screen.

The countdown to the nation's future is about to end.

"The barrier provided by our ancestors is very solid."

Zhou Yaoguo said in a low voice, "Now, it's up to them."

...........

The fate of the nation rests on the shoulders of the Chinese people.

The eight people waited quietly for the next wave of monsters to arrive.

The feedback from the nation's destiny, which was 200%, caused the rule imprints that the system had left on the eight people to fully awaken.

They are no longer ordinary craftsmen who borrow power, but eight masters who directly wield the rules.

Guan Shan stood up and drew the blood-patterned iron sword from his waist.

He used the coarse cloth that had been patched three times to slowly wipe the knife along the back.

The fabric slid over without making any friction noise.

The air momentarily shifted along the path the blade traced.

A black crack, less than two inches long, stopped before the tip of the knife, its depths unfathomable.

This is the rule "Severing Boundaries".

Now, when Guan Shan swings his sword, he no longer cuts through flesh and skin, but rather through spatial barriers.

Ma Ling leaned against the shadow of the city wall.

The copper bell in his left hand remained silent; he didn't even shake it.

But in the yellow sand behind him, the outlines of countless semi-transparent armored soldiers could be faintly seen.

The sound of thousands of footsteps was compressed into that small shadow.

The power of "Soul" is at your beck and call.

After folding the last paper crane, Ji Yuan tossed it into the air.

The paper crane did not fall; its surface was covered with a pure blue sheen.

This is not borrowed yin energy, but the indestructible national destiny of China.

With the blessing of "immortality", the paper soldiers will live on forever.

Jiang Chen toyed with a piece of hemp rope and casually tossed it into the fire pit on the ground.

The rope hit the ground, and the surrounding sand and gravel vanished silently, forming a perfectly circular black hole.

There was no sound, only an absolute boundary of engulfment.

"Return to the Ruins".

Su Qingyi spread her ten fingers.

The black lines that originally required the use of silver needles were now actively moving across his fingertips.

Two tall corpse puppets in the distance stood up on their own, brushing the dust off each other and adjusting the tension of their joints.

They possessed independent combat awareness.

The "Spirit Puppet" has reached its peak.

Liu Bai closed the book in his hand.

Those eyes, which were originally pale, were now crystal clear.

He scanned the distant wasteland, the air flowing, the sand dunes undulating, and the weak points of everything were imprinted in his mind as clear red coordinates.

"Seeing the deficiency".

Old Luo stood firmly on the ground.

He didn't take out the bronze compass, but lightly stomped his right foot on the sand.

The foundation stones of the entire Chinese metropolis emitted a dull rumble, and the runes on the city walls lit up one by one.

He is the formation, and the formation is the city.

The "city formation" is combined into one.

Chen Xiao sat beside the black wooden coffin.

He was holding eight pitch-black soul-suppressing nails in his arms.

He opened his palm, his fingertips brushing against the nail cap.

Instantly, the wind within a three-foot radius centered on him stopped.

The ashes floating in mid-air and the grains of sand falling were all frozen in mid-air.

Once he hammers in the nail, even the rules of the national destiny system will have to stop operating.

This is called "perpetual sealing".

Guan Shan put away the coarse cloth and tucked the blood-patterned iron knife back into his waistband.

He looked at the black mist in the distance.

"In the second round, we'll continue taking turns."

Ma Ling hung the copper bell on his belt and patted the sand off his legs.

"This monster will be even stronger. The system has issued a warning: rule loading error."

Old Luo held the bronze compass in his palm, and the runes on the surface of the compass slowly rotated.

"It's alright. The power Master gave me is enough."

Chen Xiao tucked the coffin nails into his pocket and slapped the black wooden coffin twice heavily with his palm.

Feeling the steady, powerful heartbeat inside, he straightened up and stood in front of the coffin.

"With Master here, we will not lose."