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

"Lower the sedan chair—Open the Corpse Realm!"

The sound waves exploded into tangible ripples in the void.

From the cracked abyss of the earth, a beam of eerie green light shot straight into the sky.

Thick black fog rolled and swirled, enveloping the scorched earth within a radius of tens of kilometers.

Heavy footsteps echoed from underground.

That was the muffled sound of thousands of troops trampling the Yellow Springs.

An eight-bearer sedan chair emerged from the abyss.

The sedan chair was pitch black, and covered with red rusted banners used to guide souls.

The palanquin was carried by eight headless corpse generals clad in heavy, gleaming armor.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds and thousands of ancient inns for transporting corpses sprang up on the wasteland.

The dilapidated wooden doors of the inn were pushed open simultaneously, and countless ancient corpses covered with yellow talismans leaped out.

Further on, there were tens of thousands of armored ghost soldiers.

They wore armor from different dynasties, and carried spears, halberds, and long swords, and marched out in formation.

Some had rusted swords stuck in their chests, others had severed heads, and their malevolent aura condensed into solid black armor.

With the blessing of two hundred national fortunes, the copper bell in Ma Ling's hand no longer only controls the newly dead.

The indomitable spirits who died on the battlefield throughout China's five thousand years of history all obey the command.

This is a thousand-year-old army that has been sleeping underground.

In front of the Huaxia City gate, Chen Xiao rubbed the sand off his fingertips.

Old Luo stopped smoking.

Guan Shan withdrew his sword.

Smith sat in front of the Pentagon screen, his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat.

The oppressive feeling brought by the high-pressure energy cannon of the mechanical demon was completely dispelled by these dead people crawling out of the ground.

The scientific system that Western audiences were so proud of has completely collapsed.

The dead have come back to life! And they can even automatically form ranks!

That woman summoned an ancient army all by herself!

Why can the dead in China still come out to fight?! Our country is almost wiped out of its living population!

Physics ceases to exist, theology ceases to exist; this is pure Eastern dimensional reduction magic!

The three thousand pulse cannon beasts were completely overwhelmed by the ancient corpses!

Our ancestors crawled out from underground to protect us! I'm so happy!

[The veteran Ma Ling is awesome! With five thousand years of Chinese heritage, defeating their fifty thousand machines is a piece of cake!]

[A fight is about to break out; the mechanical monsters have started scanning!]

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The high-frequency energy core in the palm of the War Calculator was spinning wildly.

Its multidimensional computing module was refreshing frantically, and red error codes occupied half of its retina.

The target has no heat source, no heartbeat, does not meet the characteristics of carbon-based life, and does not belong to silicon-based life.

The operator directly issues the cleaning command.

The bone-like cannons on the backs of the three thousand pulse cannon beasts spewed out blinding dark blue high-pressure beams.

Thick energy pillars intertwined to form a net, covering the Yin soldiers' formation at the forefront.

The high-heat beam struck the Yin soldiers.

The high temperature scorched the dilapidated armor, producing black smoke.

The abyssal evil energy surging from the Yin soldier's body instantly devoured and assimilated the dark blue energy.

The high temperature of several thousand degrees Celsius did not even melt a single piece of the ancient corpse's flesh.

"roar!"

The headless corpse will let out a muffled battle roar.

The sedan chair carried by eight men soared into the air.

Hundreds of generals, clad in heavy Qin and Han dynasty armor, drew their long swords and led 100,000 ghost soldiers in a charge.

The sniper assassin adjusted the scope's compound eye and fired a high-frequency kinetic energy armor-piercing round.

The warhead drew countless red lines in the air.

Armor-piercing bullets struck the ghost soldiers' foreheads and chests.

The metal bullets shattered and deformed, falling to the ground one after another.

The zombies, with their bronze skin and iron bones honed over thousands of years and tempered by the rules of the underworld, have long since become immune to kinetic attacks.

The two armies clashed violently.

An armored corpse charged into the cannon beast formation.

The cannon beast's massive body attempted to crush it, but the corpse general held the cannon beast's head with one hand and used his right arm to forcefully pull the bone cannon barrel, which was over a meter in caliber, out of the cannon beast's back.

Black energy liquid sprayed everywhere.

Dozens of ghostly soldiers pounced on a sniper assassin.

The assassin swung his mechanical arm, slicing open the ghost soldier's arm, but no blood flowed out.

Ignoring the pain, the ghost soldiers pounced on the assassin and tore off his prism head with their bare hands, pulling out the sparkling wires inside.

The tight mechanical formation was torn apart in an instant.

The war calculator, having determined the situation was unfavorable, immediately manipulated the thousand-headed, multi-legged reserve force to release a large-scale electromagnetic pulse network.

A blue electromagnetic net descended from the sky, covering a group of corpses at the corpse-driving inn.

Zombies do not need electronic signals.

Electromagnetic pulses have no effect on them.

The horde of zombies continued their advance, stepping on the electromagnetic mesh.

Ma Ling stood in the yellow sand, gently shaking a copper bell with her left hand.

"Change formation, disarm."

Ding.

The bell rang softly.

The ghostly soldiers moved in perfect unison, discarding their spears and halberds and tearing off their tattered armor.

They revealed their withered, hard, bluish-black bodies.

The speed increased several times over.

There is no formation to match up.

It's all pure hand-to-hand combat and dismantling.

The ancient corpse with a blue face and fangs leaped into the air, grabbed the limb of the multi-legged behemoth, and snapped the alloy limb in two.

The heavily armored zombie stomped and cracked the back of a cannon beast with one foot, then reached out and crushed the fusion core inside the beast.

The blast wave knocked over dozens of snipers and assassins in the vicinity.

The corpse remained standing unharmed during the explosion.

The mechanical wreckage was piled up like a mountain.

Engine oil and energy fluid flowed on the yellow sand.

Fifty thousand seemingly invincible intelligent mechanical demons were reduced to a pile of scrap metal awaiting recycling in the face of one hundred thousand tireless, pain-insensitive, and immune-to-physical and energy-based ancient Chinese corpses.

The core in the palm of the war calculator was operating at its limit.

It attempted to forcibly analyze the energy composition of the black wooden coffin.

A massive flow of data poured into its computing module.

The black wooden coffin exuded an aura of ancient desolation.

The processor of the computer instantly overloaded and started smoking. With a "bang," the half-body mechanical body completely exploded.

The head coach has died.

The remaining mechanical demons fell into chaos.

The ghostly army swept across the land.

In just ten minutes.

No longer can you see a single dark gold armored figure standing on the wasteland.

The ground was littered with metal parts torn apart by bare hands.

The battle has ended.

With her wrists drooping, Ma Ling rang out the last ethereal sound of the soul-summoning bell.

"Back to the bunk."

Ten thousand ghostly soldiers, headless corpse generals, and eight-bearer sedan chairs, along with the corpse-driving inn, turned and walked into the underground abyss.

The earth closed up.

Yellow sand covered the metal debris.

Calmness returned to the area in front of Huaxia City Gate.

The Huaxia live broadcast room erupted in thunderous cheers.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a luxurious manor in Southeast Asia, Li Lianjie smashed the wine glass in his hand.

He didn't watch Huaxia's live stream.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the screen showing the war zone in Singapore.

Just now, 50,000 mechanical demons launched an indiscriminate barrage on Singapore's defenses.

The Singaporean contestant, who was originally standing on the city wall, couldn't even last a second before being vaporized by the pulse beam.

Subsequently, the system initiated a brutal forced substitution process.

Golden light repeatedly descended upon the streets and alleys of Singapore.

Lawyers, white-collar workers, celebrities, officials... batch after batch of people were sent to the battlefield of national destiny.

There was no time to awaken, no chance to react; they faced direct bombardment.

Li Lianjie gasped as she looked at the constantly fluctuating casualty figures in the upper right corner of the screen.

One hundred, one thousand, five thousand...

It wasn't until nearly ten thousand charred corpses had piled up that the Singaporean representatives, by sheer luck, managed to have one of them awaken the lightning reflection ability, detonating the core of the War Calculator and barely managing to shatter the monster army and pass the test.

The city wall was riddled with holes.

Li Lianjie slumped on the leather sofa, her back soaked with sweat.

He touched his chest, his heart pounding violently, and gasped for breath.

"These idiots! They're so weak! They have absolutely no foundation!"

He is a Singaporean citizen.

The system selects participants randomly.

Among those ten thousand people, he might have been one spot short of being chosen.

Why should I share the risk of death with this bunch of worthless good-for-nothings?

Li Lianjie pulled out a satellite phone and, with trembling hands, dialed an internal number in Yanjing.

"Hey? Old Zhang! It's me. I don't care what method you use or how much money you spend, get my citizenship back to Chinese immediately!"

His voice was urgent.

A cold response came from the other end of the phone: "Old Li, your information is too outdated. From the moment the countdown to the second round of the national destiny battle began, the highest order was issued. The entire Chinese household registration system is frozen. No one is allowed to move out, and no one is allowed to move in."

"I'm rich! I'll donate 5 billion to the country! 10 billion is fine too! I have a huge network of connections!"

Li Lianjie shouted into the microphone.

"Money is worthless now. With the spiritual energy restored, your assets abroad are worthless. This order came personally from Chief Zhou. Anyone who dares to pull strings at this time will be shot on sight. Good luck."

beep - beep - beep -

The call was disconnected.

Li Lianjie smashed his phone hard against the screen, leaving the LCD TV riddled with cracks and dents.

He regretted it.

He renounced his Chinese citizenship back then in order to avoid taxes and for special privileges.

Now, he is a prisoner awaiting slaughter.

All we can do in this small, insecure country is pray that the precarious city gates can hold out for a few more rounds.

Aside from him, wealthy immigrants, foreign celebrities, and online influencers in luxury villas around the world are all now trapped in the same despair.

I chose a famous director from the United States, and watched the scene where David used his teammates as human shields from bullets, and huddled in the basement, trembling with fear.

Having chosen a wealthy socialite from Gaul, I've already seen the system notification that Gaul's defenses are on the verge of collapse.

While athletes from major countries are still struggling to survive, foreign nationals from smaller countries have been pushed to the brink of elimination.