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

Chen Xiao had just finished speaking.

A clearer breath came from inside the black wooden coffin.

It's very light.

This caused the seven people surrounding the coffin to stop what they were doing at the same time.

Guan Shan placed the Blood-Patterned Iron Blade horizontally on his lap, pressing down on the back of the blade with his palm.

Ma Ling held the copper bell and stopped stirring the fire.

Ji Yuan looked down at the purplish-yellow paper in her palm, the corner of the paper trembling even without wind.

Old Luo looked up.

In the sky, the giant golden eye has opened.

It did not announce it immediately.

First, they quietly watched the Chinese position, as if looking at a coffin that shouldn't exist within the rules.

The next moment, a black line split open in the center of the giant eye.

【warn! 】

[Second wave of monster siege, third wave, loading in advance!]

[An abnormal increase in the source of China's national destiny has been detected; the battlefield threat level has been raised!]

[Third wave of siege monsters: Shadow Assassins!]

Monster count: 80,000!

[This includes five hundred A-level variants—the Ghost Assassins!]

[Shadow Assassin: Can blend into shadows, conceal its presence, and move silently. Its bone-spiked tail stinger is infused with neurovenom.]

[Ghost Assassin: Possesses short-range spatial jump capabilities, allowing them to ignore conventional defenses and prioritize assassinating high-threat targets!]

[Countdown to the city's defense: Ten minutes!]

The global sky was instantly sliced ​​open.

The dilapidated battlefields of various countries came into view at the same time.

The newly restored city wall in the Bald Eagle Kingdom still bears the marks of scorching.

David stood before the city gate.

He looked at the flames burning in his palm, and finally some color returned to his face.

After the previous round of enhancements, his fire ability was upgraded to Rank B.

At least, that's what he thinks.

"Look carefully."

David turned and stared at the seven people behind him. "Everyone, form a circle and don't leave the range of my flames."

A young woman hugged her knees, her voice trembling.

"Those monsters can become invisible, how are we supposed to fight them?"

"Invisibility is not invincibility."

David raised his hands.

Flames erupted from beneath his feet, expanding into a three-meter-high ring of fire around him.

The heatwave pushed back the sand and gravel at my feet.

"If they dare to get close, they'll be burned out."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The black fog outside the city walls began to sink.

There was no roar of the beast.

There were no footsteps.

There wasn't even a whisper of wind.

The entire battlefield looked as if someone had covered the sky with a black cloth.

David stared outside the ring of fire.

The area illuminated by the flames was limited; outside the circle were layers of twisting blackness.

He suddenly felt that his shadow had grown longer.

The firelight shone brightly behind us.

But the shadow on the ground crawled towards his feet.

David frowned and looked down.

Suddenly, a thin crack appeared in the shadow.

A jet-black bone spike shot out!

puff!

A bone spur pierced through David's right leg, its tip covered in dark green sap, and emerged from the other side of his thigh.

"what!"

David fell to the ground.

The fire ring immediately went into chaos.

He tried to lift his leg, but found that he had lost all feeling in his right leg.

Dark green venomous lines crawled upwards along the blood vessels.

The skin and flesh quickly turned black.

"Medical care! Quickly!"

He reached out to grab the newlywed next to him.

The newcomer, however, seemed to have seen a ghost and frantically crawled backward.

next second.

A second Shadow Assassin emerged from the shadows behind him.

It has a body the size of a cheetah, and is entirely black.

It did not open its mouth.

The needle, however, pierced through the back of the bride's neck.

The needle tip protruded from his mouth.

The newcomer stared wide-eyed, grabbed his neck with both hands, and fell to the edge of the ring of fire.

The flames burned on the assassin beast.

The monster twisted.

His body dissipated into a black shadow again, disappearing into the corner of the wall.

David's forehead was sweating.

He finally understood.

The flames can illuminate the monster.

But the monster is not afraid of fire at all.

They only need to hide in the shadows and wait for someone to reveal a weakness.

"Put out the fire!"

Someone screamed.

"Without shadows, they can't hide!"

David turned around abruptly, his face turning pale.

"The fire is out, but who will provide the light?"

No one answered.

Because a third assassin beast had already extended its claws from the man's shadow.

How did the bald eagle's fiery ring become a monster's lair?

This monster has no sense of martial ethics; it only targets shadows!

[David collapsed just three seconds after playing the horn?]

[Fire counters darkness? Who said that? Step forward and take your punishment.]

The Bald Eagles' team is made up of complete rookies assembled on short notice; they have absolutely no teamwork.

This wasn't a direct confrontation; it was a nightmare.

Can the Guanshan Blade of China cut through space, and also cut through shadows?

Stop jinxing it, this monster is too cunning!

Can Ji Yuan's paper soldiers see the invisible monster?

Please, please don't let ChinaXia crash and burn. I only dare to watch ChinaXia's live streams now.

【............】

Japanese positions.

Tanaka leaned against the half-collapsed city wall.

His right arm was wrapped in strips of cloth, and his left hand held a short knife he had picked up from the ruins.

A burly man with hardened skin stood nearby.

The burly man's body gleamed with a grayish-white metallic sheen, and he pounded his chest repeatedly.

"Mr. Tanaka, don't be afraid."

"My hardened skin can stop bullets."

Tanaka glanced at him.

He didn't speak.

He no longer believes any claims of "being able to stop it".

Yamamoto Itto's body is still buried in the scorched earth from the previous round.

The melted half of the katana was also stuck in the muddy water.

As darkness fell, the burly man was still looking around.

"Where's the monster?"

Tanaka suddenly looked up.

He saw a reflection that didn't belong to him in the muddy water at the strong man's feet.

The reflection had no face.

However, it has a long, thin tail needle growing from its back.

"Don't move."

Tanaka's voice was strained.

The burly man was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

The space flickered.

There was no explosion, and there was no disturbance.

A ghostly assassin appeared out of nowhere behind the burly man.

Its tail stinger pierced through the metal skin.

puff!

The burly man lowered his head.

A black bone needle emerged from his chest.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Tanaka scrambled and crawled to the side to avoid it.

But the ghostly assassin didn't chase the strong man.

It turned its head away.

His scarlet vertical pupils fixed on Tanaka.

Tanaka's back was instantly soaked with sweat.

He remembered kicking the newcomers out of the city gate, and the cries of those people as they were torn apart by monsters.

Is it his turn now?

Do not!

He can't die!

He hasn't come back to reality yet!

"Go to hell!"

Tanaka grabbed a short sword and started slashing wildly forward.

The blade only cut through the air.

The ghost assassin has disappeared again.

next moment.

Tanaka felt a chill run down his spine.

Bone spurs pierced his back, penetrating his hardened skin and lodging between his ribs.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the muddy water.

"Help me..."

Tanaka reached out to the remaining few people.

Those people looked at the monster behind him and all backed away.

Some people turned and rushed toward the city gate.

I've only run two steps.

The shadows beneath my feet tumbled up.

He was dragged into darkness.

With only one hand remaining, five bloody scratches were left on the ground.

Tanaka's hand froze in mid-air.

He discovered it for the first time.

Those who were abandoned didn't even have time to call out.

The Chinese front.

Chen Xiao stood beside the coffin, looking up at the sky.

Three minutes left in the countdown.

The black fog had already reached ten kilometers away.

It didn't charge like the previous waves of monsters.

The black fog simply spread forward.

Wherever it passed, the light was gradually consumed.

The campfire suddenly went dark.

A paper soldier in golden armor, holding a piece of withered wood, stood beside a fire.

The flames shot up half a foot before being pushed back down.

Guan Shan stood up.

The blood-patterned iron sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

"If you can't see them, cut them all down."

Old Luo touched the compass and shook his head.

"They are not in one place."

"Shadows are doors, darkness is roads. You may cut down the ground, but you may not be able to cut down the places where they hide."

The copper bells of the horse bells jingled softly.

She listened intently for a while.

"Something is moving underground."

Jiang Chen wrapped the hemp rope around his wrist.

"Black water can swallow shadows."

"Can swallow."

Liu Bai closed the book, his pale eyes gazing at the black mist. "But with 80,000 heads spreading out and infiltrating, the black water will spread too far and could easily damage the city's foundation."

Black lines moved across Su Qingyi's fingertips.

"Corpse puppets can besiege a city."

"It's no use."

Ji Yuan coughed lightly twice, "They can jump."

The crowd quieted down.

The countdown has reached zero.

[Second wave of the third siege begins!]

boom!

That wasn't the sound of a monster landing.

The light has disappeared.

Ten kilometers outside the Huaxia position, the sky, the earth, the sand, and the city walls were all swallowed up by darkness.

All live stream feeds went completely black.

Even the sky projected by the system lost its color.

Chinese netizens were on tenterhooks.

Why can't I see anything?!

This isn't just an ordinary night; all the live streaming equipment is malfunctioning!

Where are Guan Shan and the others?

[Eighty thousand monsters lurk in the darkness; who can defend against them?]

This monster is scarier than a giant; it won't fight you head-on!

[Has the city wall of China already been breached?]

Don't panic, the eight generals haven't made their move yet!

But this time there's not even a target!

Where is Ji Yuan? Can the paper figures provide light?

[Wake up, Ancestor! This is too insidious!]

【……】

in the dark.

A bone spur silently pierced Chen Xiao's nape.

Guan Shan's sword was not fully drawn yet.

The copper bell of the horse bell had just been raised.

Ji Yuan stood up first.

He was thin and his shoulders looked sickly.

But when darkness pressed down on him, it was as if something blocked his way for a moment.

He took out a stack of purplish-yellow paper from his pocket.

The paper unfolded between his fingers.

Ji Yuan raised her head and looked into the boundless darkness.

"Something that came from the shadows..."

He smiled softly.

"I'm most afraid of light."