Binding to the nation's destiny: Start by choosing the underworld, where a hundred ghosts parad

My nerves, which had been busy for many days, inexplicably relaxed.

But everyone's face was etched with a heavy expression.

Li Mo's choice was beneficial to the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

But this also made him and the Great Xia Dynasty the target of public criticism.

They even stood on the opposite side of the entire world.

Through the live broadcast, they were able to know that no more than thirty countries successfully defended in the second round of attacks.

The remaining 700-plus countries all suffered casualties.

Li Mo could have prevented all countries from being harmed, but he did not make that choice.

When one cannot obtain what one desires, resentment arises.

This theory applies to all relationships, including those between nations.

"Director, with the United States as a representative, at least a hundred countries have begun to condemn Great Xia."

"Moreover, this number is constantly increasing, and the statement of the Great Xia Kingdom has been greatly affected internationally."

The staff member, his face ashen, stared at the data on the computer screen and kept reporting.

The bureau chief's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He looked at the rapidly arriving intelligence reports and felt utterly overwhelmed.

"My little ancestor, what exactly are you planning to do? With your intelligence, you must know what the optimal choice is."

Looking at Li Mo in the live stream, the director gave a wry smile.

"Optimal choice? I think this young man has made the optimal choice!!!" Suddenly, a cheerful voice rang out.

The doors of the National Games Office were suddenly flung open.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair strode in.

Two soldiers in military uniforms followed closely behind.

The newcomer was none other than the old general, Chen Fan!

"Mr. Chen, your health..." Upon seeing the old man enter, all the staff members stood up.

He gave a standard military salute.

The old man returned the salute and said...

"Thanks to Li, I can live another ten years."

"Besides, have you been in your position for so long that you've forgotten who you are?"

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Chapter 21: The Great Xia is a kingdom that should make even the gods tremble!

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but an indescribable air of iron-bloodedness emanated from him.

For a moment, the entire National Games Office seemed to have returned to that blood-stained battlefield.

Only then did everyone remember the incredibly thin old man.

He was once a legendary figure who led a group of poorly equipped soldiers in a seven-day battle against the United States, which possessed the world's most advanced technology at the time, and won all seven battles.

"General, I..."

Just as the director was about to say something, the old man waved his hand to stop him.

Grandpa Chen walked to the big screen and looked at Li Mo, who was organizing supplies on the screen.

A relieved smile appeared on his face.

"When did the Great Xia Kingdom ever need to be liked by other countries?"

"We old fogies have endured so many years, fighting against the United States, battling against Japan, and competing with the Russian bear."

"Is it all just to make people like you?" Old Master Chen's tone changed.

His voice grew increasingly gentle, but his tone carried an unspeakable anger.

It's like a volcano about to erupt.

His cloudy eyes swept over every staff member of the National Games Office.

Everyone in sight lowered their heads, not daring to meet the old man's gaze.

"The Great Xia has a history of five thousand years. Since the time of the ancestral Xia, it has been a country that makes the world bow down."

"Zu Xia! Huang Shang! Tian Zhou! Xian Qin! Shen Han! Sheng Tang! Dao Song! Mo Yuan! Wu Ming!"

Throughout its five-thousand-year history, the Great Xia Kingdom has never been a place to be liked, but rather a place to be feared!

"What we've done in our lives is to mend the broken spine of the Great Xia Dynasty during the Yaoqing era!"

In the conference room, only the old man's calm voice could be heard, but it carried an indescribable weight of history.

"This young man did nothing wrong. Only by becoming strong can we achieve everything. Great Xia does not need to be liked by others, nor has it ever needed to satisfy any other country!"

After saying that, the old man suddenly turned around and looked at the two soldiers behind him.

The two people who have always served as background figures behind the old man are the highest-ranking generals in the military region today.

Old Master Chen asked sternly, "If there is war, what will happen?!"

"We will fight to the death!! Let us face this national crisis together!!"

"We will win! We will achieve victory!!" the two shouted in unison.

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded in satisfaction and said...

"Do you know what to do?"

The crowd, stirred by the old man's words, were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Even the over-fifty-year-old Director Zhang's eyes reddened.

He nodded vigorously and quickly walked to the place where the statement was to be released.

The international announcement from Daxia simply displayed two words.

I'm ready!

Just two words directly expressed the attitude of the entire Great Xia.

We'll see this through to the end!

We will fight to the end!!!

The Great Xia has never needed to apologize to any country, nor has it ever needed to win the favor of any country.

The Great Xia should have been a nation that instilled fear in all other countries!

Just like the saying goes, "The broken spine of the Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, and Han dynasties must be mended."

It all started with the option Li Mo made.

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Li Mo was unaware of everything happening outside.

At that moment, a golden light flashed before his eyes.

A large amount of golden light began to continuously flow into the body.

The experience points that were not previously awarded during the hidden levels will be awarded together.

He began to hear a series of notification sounds in his ears.

Congratulations! You have reached level 6...

Congratulations! You have reached level 7...

【…】

Congratulations! You have reached level twelve...

The notification sound, which lasted for almost a minute, stopped.

Li Mo's data appeared in front of him.

Name: Li Mo

[Level: 12 (0/20000)]

[Attributes: Strength*170, Speed*105]

[Skills: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, God-level Critical Strike Skill, Spirit Binding]

[Equipment: Judge's Pen, Netherworld Scythe]

[Backpack: Fengdu Palace Design Blueprint, Giant Skeleton*70, Divine Summoning Scroll*1, Refined Soul*3, Will of Death*1, Return Scroll*30, Intermediate Soul*100...]

Li Mo, who possesses god-level critical strike skills, could have become incredibly wealthy during the massacre just now.

All attributes also increased dramatically.

"Equipment is quite hard to find."

A total of one hundred demon rats, plus a rat leader, only dropped one piece of equipment.

Li Mo raised his left hand.

A faint, eerie light flickered.

A huge scythe appeared in Li Mo's hand.

The scythe was surrounded by chains, as if they could tear a person's soul away.

[Netherworld Scythe]