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

An alarm was issued from the submarine fiber optic cable hub in the Americas.

The server group experienced widespread overload.

Blue smoke billowed out.

The maintenance engineer spent ten minutes disconnecting the melted physical node and connecting it to the backup line.

The international forum has been relaunched.

In the first second, 300 million comments flooded in.

The server memory indicator light is flashing red lights wildly.

As netizens around the world watched the golden light of China in the sky and the black spiritual spaceship breaking through the atmosphere in the live broadcast, their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Countless people smashed the gene-generating syringes in their hands.

Our genetic modification is a complete joke! The bald-headed government has deceived us all!

While the Chinese people have flown to the skies, we're still stuck in bunkers eating moldy canned food!

This is what they call "national fortune giving back"! Our athletes are all selfish!

[David was still stealing water from newcomers in the National Fortune Space, while the Chinese didn't even glance at their rewards—what magnanimity!]

[I don't want to die! Is there any way to smuggle myself into China? I'm willing to pay a hundred million US dollars!]

The Great Japanese Empire apologizes to China! Our entire nation has knelt in Tokyo's plazas, begging for refuge!

[China is a land of etiquette; please open the spiritual barrier and save the children of Great Britain! We can't hold on any longer!]

[Get out of here, you Japanese upstairs!]

Haven't your ancestors committed enough sins? Get in line to die, and don't defile our Chinese land!

[Now you want to kneel down? Too late!]

[Our Chinese borders are so secure that even flies can't get in. You'd be better off choosing a good feng shui grave for yourself!]

【……】

The Black Palace's underground war room in the United States.

A stifling atmosphere filled the entire room.

The president slumped onto the leather transfer chair.

He wasn't wearing a tie, and three buttons on his shirt were undone.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the large screen above the control panel.

The screen was playing a video of the takeoff of China's teardrop-shaped spaceship.

There was no roar of any jet engine.

Only the afterimages of tearing through space remain.

The president clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out.

Centuries of technological hegemony and the industrial system that the United States is so proud of are insignificant compared to the leap in China's national fortune in just a few hours.

The battle for orbital space resources has ended ahead of schedule.

The Bald Eagle is out.

The president suddenly stood up.

He grabbed the custom-made bone china coffee cup from the table and smashed it hard against the bulletproof glass door.

The glass was intact, but the cup was shattered into countless pieces.

General Smith pushed open the door.

The military boots made a cracking sound as they stepped on the porcelain shards.

He strode into the command center, his face expressionless.

"Sir, the encrypted video link between the five countries has been established."

Smith turned to report, his voice hoarse.

The president walked back to his seat.

The central screen flashed.

The screen is divided into four areas.

The Prime Minister of Japan, the President of Gaul, the Prime Minister of Great Britain, and the Prime Minister of Germany all appeared on the screen at the same time.

Everyone's face was etched with deep fatigue and fear.

Their nation is experiencing a massacre by the Shadow Assassins, and social order has been completely destroyed.

"Gentlemen."

The bald-headed eagle president placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, saying, "We are facing an unprecedented crisis."

"The Chinese have mastered the technology of applying spiritual energy. Their technological level has achieved a leap forward. Once they solidify their current defenses, the entire world will be under their feet."

The President of Gaul wiped the sweat from his brow.

His eyes flickered.

The Western-dominated world order has completely collapsed.

This made him more uneasy than the arrival of the monster.

"We cannot sit idly by and wait to die."

The President of Gaul gritted his teeth and said, "According to publicly available information collected by our military intelligence bureau, the eight contestants in the Chinese national destiny space correspond to eight remote villages in reality. The coffin is located in the southern border of China."

Japanese Prime Minister Tanaka suddenly raised his head.

The country in Tanaka is being swallowed by the sea.

The Tokyo Tower broke in half.

But a crazy gambler's thought arose in his mind.

Why is it that the Chinese people can be reborn under the nourishment of spiritual energy, while the Japanese can only wait to die in the mud?

He knew that as long as he blew up that coffin, the spiritual energy array that China was so proud of would collapse.

The Chinese nation, suffering a backlash from its own destiny, will inevitably face chaos in its defenses.

Refugees from the Yamato people could then easily enter that territory and rebuild their nation.

"Destroy the coordinates of those eight array nodes!"

Tanaka's voice was sharp and venomous, "As long as the physical entity or base is erased, the National Fortune Array will inevitably collapse!"

The British Prime Minister gripped his pen tightly and coldly echoed, "Agreed. Eradicate their foundations."

The bald eagle president looked at General Smith.

Smith stepped forward.

He quickly entered two sets of access passwords on the control panel.

A holographic 3D sand table rises in the center of the war room.

"Thirty-two Tomahawk cruise missiles have been successfully loaded for combat readiness."

Smith clicks on the sandbox.

Thirty-two flashing red dots lit up on the sand table, pointing to the northwestern desolate village where Guanshan was located, the Changbai Mountain node guarded by Old Man Luo, and the coffin shop in the southern border where Chen Xiao had stayed.

Smith's eyes were gloomy.

The United States possesses the world's leading long-range strike force.

He would not allow these advanced weapons to be lost to a few pieces of yellow paper and rusty iron nails from China.

The Prime Minister of the Germanic country raised a question: "China's mainland is already covered by air defense radar and spiritual energy barriers. How can missiles penetrate these defenses?"

Smith pressed a button on the control panel, bringing up a space energy monitoring weather map.

"Based on the military's supercomputing model."

Smith pointed to a peak on the chart, "During the next wave of monster sieges, the national destiny space and the law barriers of the real world will experience a high-intensity spatial overlap. This overlap will trigger a violent electromagnetic pulse storm."

Smith paused, a cruel smile curving his lips: "China's Skynet air defense radar system will have a complete blind spot within those three minutes. Our nuclear-powered submarines are already in position on the high seas."

"Launch using radar blind spots. The missiles penetrate defenses at extremely low altitudes, completely obliterating those eight locations, leaving not a trace."

The bald eagle president looked at the red dots on the holographic sand table.

He will not allow anyone to challenge the bald eagle's dominant position.

"Destroy them."

The president issued the final order: "Thirty minutes to go. Sound the alarm for the next siege! Full firepower!"

The four leaders nodded in unison.

Video communication was interrupted.

The large screen returned to darkness.

...........

In China, 100 meters underground in Yanjing (Beijing).

The highest strategic command center.

The main screen displayed the complete footage of the five-nation meeting that had just taken place.

Holographic projections bring every detail of the Black House Situation Room to life.

The thirty-two strike coordinates marked by Smith are clearly visible, accurate to four decimal places in latitude and longitude.

There is no signal delay.

Minister Chen held up his stainless steel thermos and took a sip of hot tea.

He placed the cup on the table with a crisp sound.

"These Western politicians are still living in the old era."

Minister Chen looked at the screen, a cold smile playing on his lips. "They simply don't understand the true value of spiritual energy technology."

Staff Officer Li strode over, carrying a tactical tablet.

"Sir, the 'Wind Whisperer' aura monitoring array is functioning perfectly."

Staff Officer Li stood at attention, his voice booming, "Western countries are still using outdated electromagnetic waves for so-called highest-level quantum encryption. We don't need to crack their firewalls at all. The instrument directly captured the airborne particle ripples caused by the vibration of their vocal cords in the command center, and reverse-decoded to reconstruct the three-dimensional scene."

Minister Chen nodded in agreement.

This is called dimensional crushing.

The other side is transmitting data using electromagnetic waves, while China is listening to the vibrations of the air itself.

One-way transparent live broadcast.

Zhou Yaoguo braced his hands on the edge of the combat sand table.

He stared at the red lines marked by the United States on the screen, his expression cold and unwavering.

Trying to exploit the radar blind spot of electromagnetic pulses?

Electromagnetic radar from the old era was destined to be obsolete and scrap metal in the Spirit Era.

These Western leaders are still using the spears of the old era to try to pierce the shield of the new era.

"Is there any activity from the coastal defense monitoring network?"

Zhou Yaoguo asked.

"The Spiritual Aura Water Ripple Sound System has locked onto the high seas area."

Staff Officer Li swiped the tablet interface and said, "Confirming the activity trajectories of the twelve Virginia-class nuclear submarines. The coordinate parameters are completely consistent with the deployment discussed by Smith at the meeting just now."

Zhou Yaoguo straightened the cuffs of his military uniform.

"Dragon Soul Special Forces deployment status."

Zhou Yaoguo spoke in a flat tone.

"Three thousand Grandmaster-level Awakened Ones have completed their deployment in the eight villages that form the array. The spiritual energy anti-air matrix has entered Level 1 combat readiness. The shields are fully charged."