Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

The commander of the Northern Bear Kingdom, named Belekov, dropped his vodka bottle with a "crack" and shattered it on the ground.

He looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man through the windshield as if he were seeing a demon that had just crawled out of hell.

This is bulletproof glass!

Special glass that is said to be able to withstand the bombardment of rockets!

But under that man's gaze, Belekov felt that the glass was thinner than window paper, and that the other man could reach in and pluck his head off like a watermelon at any time, if he wanted to.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

Berekov pressed the red button in front of him with trembling hands; it was an emergency call for help and a signal to summon his strongest guard.

"Kula! Kill him! Tear him to pieces!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs into the microphone.

"roar--!!!"

A roar that didn't sound like a human suddenly came from behind the command vehicle.

The earth was trembling.

The top cover of a heavy tank was suddenly blown off, and a giant, even larger than the "Arctic Butcher" from before, jumped out.

This man was at least three meters tall, his muscles a strange bluish-black color, covered with veins that writhed like earthworms. He held no weapon, for his hands had been transformed into two enormous alloy claws, gleaming with a chilling light.

The ace of the Northern Bear Kingdom's vanguard legion—the bio-engineered war god, codenamed "Meat Grinder" Kula.

It is said that when this guy was still human, he could wrestle with a brown bear with his bare hands, and after undergoing modification, he could even tear apart a tank with his bare hands.

"What is that thing?"

In the distance, the one-eyed man from the Northwest couldn't help but swallow hard and gestured with the broken knife in his hand.

"If this were used to make roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), all this meat could probably sell for three days and three nights without selling out."

A wounded soldier from the Central Plains nearby chimed in with a local accent, "Don't talk nonsense! Is that even human? It's not a decent thing! Commander Long... can Commander Long handle it?"

On the battlefield, everyone's eyes were focused on that one point.

Kula landed, splashing mud everywhere.

He looked at Shen Jinglong, his scarlet electronic eyes devoid of any reason, only filled with the most primal desire to kill.

"People of the Dragon Kingdom... die..."

Kula let out a muffled roar and slammed his legs into the ground.

"boom!"

The ground collapsed directly.

He was like a train charging at full speed, with an unstoppable momentum, his two huge alloy claws crossed and swung, trying to cut Shen Jinglong into three pieces.

That's incredibly fast!

He was so fast that even the rainwater was blown away by his energy, creating a vacuum channel.

Belekov burst into laughter in the command vehicle, his fat face jiggling wildly.

"Hahaha! Die! This is the latest third-generation modified body! Even a grandmaster from your Dragon Kingdom would be turned into a puddle of mud if he encountered him!"

Shen Jinglong stood still, without moving an inch.

He even casually stuck the chipped sword into the ground.

"Is this your trump card?"

Shen Jinglong shook his head, his expression as if he were looking at a cockroach baring its fangs at an elephant.

"Too weak."

Just as Kula's claws were 0.01 centimeters away from his neck.

Shen Jinglong made a move.

No one saw how he moved.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

That was the sound of a slap on the face.

It was crisp, loud, and echoed.

"this,,,"

The entire venue was deathly silent... no, completely silent.

The behemoth Kula, who was charging at full speed and weighing several hundred pounds, was as if it had been hit hard by an invisible fly swatter.

He spun 720 degrees in the air, then landed face down, sliding on the ground like a rag doll for 20 or 30 meters until he crashed into a tank and came to a stop.

"Ku...Kura?"

Belekov's laughter stopped abruptly, like a duck being choked.

Kula staggered as he tried to get up. Half of his face had been slapped raw, revealing the metal bones and sparking wires underneath.

"I can still... be saved..."

Kula muttered to herself, seemingly still not understanding the situation.

"Save your grandpa!"

Shen Jinglong's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the rain.

He walked towards Kula step by step, and with each step he took, his aura grew stronger.

"Shut up."

Shen Jinglong raised his foot and stepped directly on Kula's huge head.

"Just now, was it you who used these claws to kill my seventy-two brothers?"

Kula's eyes flashed red wildly as he struggled and tried to resist, but the foot on his head felt as heavy as a mountain pressing down on him.

"Since you enjoy tearing others apart, then try being torn apart yourself."

Shen Jinglong bent down and grabbed Kula's two alloy claws with both hands.

There are no fancy techniques involved.

Pure power.

"rise!"

Shen Jinglong let out a low shout, and the muscles in his arms suddenly bulged.

"Sizzle—snap!!!"

The sickening sound of metal tearing apart, accompanied by the sound of flesh and bone being torn apart, echoed across the battlefield.

That so-called invincible "Biochemical War God" was actually torn in two by Shen Jinglong!

Black engine oil mixed with red blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking Shen Jinglong completely.

But he didn't even blink.

He casually tossed away the two severed parts of the body, as if he were throwing away two bags of garbage.

The rain washed away the bloodstains on his body, making him look more like a blood-soaked Asura war god.

"Who else?"

Shen Jinglong raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed army of the Northern Bear Kingdom.

The million-strong army all took a step back in unison.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to make a move.

The man standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood shattered their courage in the most primitive and brutal way.

How can we fight like this?

This is not even a battle on the same level!

Inside the command vehicle, Belekov was paralyzed with fear, and his crotch was soaked.

He wanted to escape, but his hands and feet wouldn't obey him.

Shen Jinglong walked to the command vehicle.

This time, he didn't waste any words.

He reached out and gently touched the bulletproof glass with his finger.

"Bang!"

Internal energy is released and released.

The special glass, which was supposed to be able to withstand rocket-propelled grenades, shattered into countless fragments in an instant, just like a crisp cookie.

Shen Jinglong reached in, grabbed Belekov by the thick collar, and pulled him out of the car window like a chick.

"No...don't kill me! I'm a nobleman! I'm a count from the Northern Bear Kingdom! I have diplomatic immunity!"

Berekov kicked his legs wildly in the air, his face covered in snot and tears. "We can negotiate! How much money do you want? How many beautiful women do you want? I can give you anything!"

"Is this the true face of you invaders?"

Shen Jinglong sneered, his eyes colder than the wind on the icy plains.

"When you were killing my compatriots, did you ever think about negotiating?"

"Weren't you pretty arrogant just now? Didn't you want to see how I died?"

Shen Jinglong lifted him high so that all the soldiers of the Northern Border could see the ugly face of this culprit.

"Tell my brothers, who rules the skies over the North?"

"Dragon Lord! Dragon Lord! Dragon Lord!"

The soldiers in the North below erupted in cheers.

The one-eyed man from the Northwest, brandishing a broken knife, roared at the top of his lungs, "General Long is mighty! Twist that son of a bitch's penis off and use it as a chamber pot!"

"That's right! Turn him into cured meat and hang him up!" The soldiers from the Southwest chimed in.

Berekov looked down at the pairs of eyes below that seemed to want to devour him alive, and he completely broke down.

"I... I might still be salvageable..."

"In your next life, may you be reborn into a better family and never cause trouble in China again."

Shen Jinglong applied slight pressure to his hand.

"Click."

Belekov's neck slumped down, and his eyes, filled with fear and greed, gradually lost their light.

The vanguard commander of the Northern Bear Kingdom died.

Shen Jinglong, carrying Berekov's body, turned to face north.

Through the thick rain, he seemed to see the even larger central command camp dozens of kilometers away.

There, there was a banner embroidered with a black double-headed eagle.

There sat the commander-in-chief of this southward invasion.

Shen Jinglong took a deep breath and focused his energy in his dantian.

His voice, mingled with the rumble of thunder, pierced through the wind and rain, through the battlefield, like a sharp sword piercing straight to the north.

"Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Bear Kingdom, listen up!"

"I've sent you this gift."

After saying that, he exerted force with his arm and, like throwing a javelin, hurled Berekov's body northward.

The corpse flew hundreds of meters away with a whistling sound, crashing heavily into the enemy's formation and knocking down a group of soldiers.

Shen Jinglong stood there, his fighting spirit undiminished, but rather intensified.

He raised his hand and pointed to the unseen commander's flag in the north.

"Next."

"Are you going to roll over here to die, or am I going to go over there, raze your command tent to the ground, and twist off your dog's head?"