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

The spatial rift suddenly closed.

Not a single corpse was left behind among the 30,000 war demons.

Guan Shan flicked his wrist.

The iron sword is sheathed.

Click.

The wind blew across the wasteland once more.

There was no blood on the ground.

No limbs were found.

There were no footprints.

Even those sand dunes, hundreds of meters high, disappeared completely from this world along with the monster commander and ten attacking units.

All that remained ahead was a completely flat expanse of scorched earth.

Guan Shan turned around and walked towards the city wall.

His steps were very steady.

His back view was heavy and imposing.

Old Luo put away the bronze compass and took a puff of his pipe.

Chen Xiao patted the dust off the black wooden coffin.

There was no cheering.

There was no celebration.

The entire Huaxia position was so quiet that only the crackling of the campfire could be heard.

however.

Global Sky Canopy.

The deathly silence lasted for a full minute.

Then, a barrage of comments from netizens around the world shattered the screen.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What is that? Space has been cleaved open?!]

He doesn't even have superpowers! This doesn't conform to the laws of physics! It doesn't conform to the laws of superpowers!

Thirty thousand monsters... gone? Not even ashes left?

Where does that crevice lead? Is it a black hole?

[Protest! China must have cheated!]

[Splitting space open with a knife?! That's too unbelievable!! That's not scientific!]

[Is that dog still barking? Your country's lightning powers can't even kill a few monsters, so you're jealous of Master Guan's holy sword of physics?]

[What science? Superpowers are science? National destiny space is science???]

This is their master's legacy, understand?

So this is the ancient Chinese tradition? A rusty iron sword sliced ​​through an army of 30,000?

[Please, I beg you, let Guan Shan come to the Russian bear country to help us! Our people are almost all dead!]

[Switch to another screen to see this, it's hell! It's absolute hell!]

【............】

Bald Eagle Command Center.

The president stared intently at the holographic screen.

His tie was loosened, and his hair, which had been styled with hair gel, was now disheveled and stuck to his forehead.

His chest heaved violently.

The eyeballs are bulging.

"Space..." he squeezed out the word through clenched teeth, his voice trembling as if it were leaking air, "He cleaved space open."

General Smith placed his hands on the metal tabletop.

The fingernails were almost digging into the alloy.

His Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

The think tank's chief analyst swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping from his chin onto the keyboard: "Your Excellency, the instruments detected no energy fluctuations. It's not a spatial ability. It's... the result of swinging the knife."

"You're telling me this is something that can be done by swinging a knife?"

The president suddenly grabbed the metal paperweight from the table and slammed it hard against the screen.

"One slice! Cutting through dozens of kilometers! You call that wielding a knife?"

The entire command hall was completely silent.

In the eyes of the higher-ups, what was originally scheming and arrogance has now turned into fear.

It's a feeling of powerlessness in the face of the unknown.

Smith stared at the Chinese man on the screen who had sheathed his sword, and a chilling thought popped into his mind: What if China swung that sword at the US carrier strike group?

Who can stop them?

What system can stop a sword that can even sever space?

Their genetically engineered warriors, created with the full resources of their nation, were a joke in the face of this iron blade.

Compared to the silence of China.

On other screens of the global sky screen, real carnage is unfolding.

The Vatican position.

After Archbishop Paul's death, all nine newly arrived beings awakened high-level Holy Light abilities.

The new leader was a gaunt cardinal.

He was covered in blood, holding a broken golden scepter, and releasing a wall of light by exhausting his life force.

Behind him, the newlyweds broke down in tears.

The hunters leaped onto the city wall.

The bone blade fell.

A head rolled off.

[All substitutes eliminated, continue drawing.]

Golden light flashed continuously.

Groups of clergymen in long robes descended, only to be instantly impaled on the city walls by the monsters' spears.

Eleven batches died.

Ninety-nine lives lost.

Finally, at the cost of the last batch of newcomers collectively detonating the Holy Light Core.

A towering golden pillar of fire burned the remaining monsters to ashes.

The cardinal knelt in the muddy water filled with bits of flesh and cried out loudly.

At that moment, he doubted the existence of God. If the Lord truly had mercy on mankind, why did He not send down divine punishment, but instead used the blood of innocent believers to fill this cursed city?

The Russian bear's position.

In the midst of ice and snow.

After Victor's death, the nine soldiers who took his place awakened berserk abilities.

They had no defense.

They roared as they charged into the horde of monsters.

A burrowing beast tore off half of the captain's body.

The intestines were dragging on the snow.

The captain roared and pulled the pin on the grenade in his arms.

dead.

Substitution.

Die again.

Change it again.

The ice field was littered with the remains of Russians.

The blood stained the snow a glaring dark red.

Fifteen rounds.

One hundred and thirty-five people.

They didn't rely on any sophisticated formations; they used their teeth, their fists, and their lives to fill the void.

Finally, they managed to drag the last Abyss Tyrant to its death.

Monkey Kingdom's position.

Nine newly awakened water-based ability users looked on in despair at the endless yellow sand.

The environment was completely restrained.

A giant beast stomped down.

The three people were turned into minced meat.

It shimmered with golden light.

The newcomer arrived, but before he could even stand firmly, a bone spear pierced his chest as it hurtled towards him.

The golden light flashed again.

In the Monkey Kingdom, countless families cried until they fainted in front of the live stream.

[We're done playing...we're quitting! Can we just leave the game?]

My son was just chosen; he's only eighteen! He was eaten in three seconds!

Why can China kill with a single strike, while we have to exchange hundreds of lives?

God has abandoned us.

Wailing.

lament.

despair.

The first wave of siege has ended completely.

The system's mechanical sound resonated across the globe.

The first wave of the second round of settlements has been completed.

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

[Rewards for defending the city are now being distributed.]

Thirty-nine beams of light descended.

As expected.

Apart from China, the remaining 38 countries all desperately chose "personal enhancement".

Their defenses were riddled with holes.

All of their athletes were critically injured and on the verge of death.

If you don't choose to enhance your personal abilities, the next wave will be the destruction of your nation.

Bathed in beams of light.

The bishop of the Vatican has grown back his severed arm.

The soldiers of the Russian Bear Kingdom bulged their muscles.

The newcomers' abilities were artificially elevated to the level of the previous generation of veteran players.

But there was no joy on their faces.

Only deep numbness and fear remained.

Because everyone knows that.

Each wave of monsters is getting stronger and stronger.

This short-sighted enhancement only allows them to last a few more seconds in the next massacre.

The system then opened the points redemption database.

Bald Eagle Country's position.

David's eyes were bloodshot.

Without hesitation, he pressed the redemption button for all the points he had earned by sacrificing hundreds of lives in the United States.

A flash of white light.

A silver metal box appeared at his feet.

"Plasma high-tech shield generator."

David's hands were shaking.

This was the Pentagon's final instruction to him: to build a modern defense line at all costs.

He stared at the generator, his mind filled with nothing but a frantic obsession.

So what if the swords of China can cut through space?

This generator represents the high-dimensional technological laws bestowed by the system.

Technology is the shore; flesh and blood are merely mud.

.........

Japanese positions.

With his newly grown right hand, Tanaka Jiro tightly gripped two vials filled with purplish-black liquid and a thick stack of detonating tags.

"Cursed Seal Berserk Potion"

Tanaka licked the black blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a wild, madness.

He doesn't want to die.

He was willing to become a bloodthirsty monster who only knew how to kill, as long as he could survive.

He turned to look at the trembling newcomers behind him, plotting how to stick explosive tags on their backs to act as human shields for the next wave.

.........

The position of the Indian army.

The new captain is a burly, ascetic monk.

He redeemed the "Giant Elephant Bloodline Injection".

The needle pierced the thick vein, and his body instantly swelled to five meters in size, with grayish-brown keratin growing on his skin.

He felt the violent power within him and let out a long, inhuman howl as he looked up to the sky.

.........

Monkey Kingdom's position.

The new captain collapsed in the yellow sand, his face covered in tears and snot.

He opened the panel with trembling hands and redeemed a "Terrain Modification Scroll (Small Water Marsh)".

This has exhausted all their resources.

He clutched the reel tightly, as if it were a mere straw to grasp at.

........

in the real world.

These thirty-eight countries, having gained a small amount of national defense energy, experienced a slight change in their harsh environment.

The boiling seawater cooled by half a degree.

The concentration of acid rain has been diluted by 10%.

What was originally a horrific living condition has become a barely surviving existence.

But when people from all countries looked up, their eyes were still filled with fear, as if a guillotine was always hanging over their heads.

In China.

Chen Xiao walked up to the huge golden light panel.

The eyes of the whole world are on him.

Athletes from the other 38 countries were also watching with bated breath.

They were envious, they hated, and they hoped that the Chinese people could also succumb to the threat of death and choose a personal enhancement.

No hesitation.

Chen Xiao swung his right fist and smashed through the bare panel.

[The Chinese defense line chooses to forgo individual rewards, giving back to the nation's destiny.]

On the map of China.

The azure spiritual energy intensified once more.

The mountains and rivers roared, and flowers bloomed in the desert.

Of the 1.4 billion people, no one feels sorry for them.

They stared at the eight figures on the screen, their eyes filled with fervor and faith.