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

A dedicated live stream room for the Bald Eagle.

The purplish-black thunderstorm circle shrank to a range of ten meters.

Smith Jackson knelt down.

His combat uniform was scorched with large char marks by the high-intensity electric arc, and he gasped for breath, his hands braced against the smoking, glazed sand.

Warm blood kept gushing from his nasal cavity.

Around him were piles of hundreds of carbonized bone dragon remains.

Mike's Gauss heavy machine gun barrel had melted, and his armor was riddled with holes corroded by green venom.

Seven special forces members lay on the ground, breathing in the filtered oxygen they carried with them.

They won.

Thanks to SSS-level enhancements and high-tech weaponry, the Bald Eagle Nation successfully withstood an air-dropped poison gas attack by 10,000 D-level Corrupted Bone Dragons.

Netizens in the United States were ecstatic.

[Jackson is Thor on earth! So what if he's a D-class flying monster? He'll still turn to ashes!]

Although the victory was hard-won, this is what real combat is like; the bald eagle's firepower is enough to conquer any alien creature!

Mike's heavy machine gun proved invaluable; the fusion of technology and superpowers is the key to a new world.

[Our United States will definitely be the first country to complete the clearing.]

[A great victory! Now let's go see how those idiots in China turned green with envy, and celebrate the territorial division in advance!]

【............】

Sakura Country Livestream Room.

Takeshi Yamamoto leaned against the ruins of the city wall.

The black katana, a reward from the system, was covered in nicks and slits. His right hand was cracked, and blood dripped down the hilt.

Two of the eight ninjas were killed and three were seriously injured.

They paid a heavy price to slay the last bone dragon.

[Yamamoto-kun's swordsmanship has reached its pinnacle! Ten thousand skeletal dragons were annihilated by the Imperial Samurai!]

This is the resilience of the Great Japanese Empire—still standing strong despite severe wounds. Long live the spirit of Bushido!

[They're too strong. We survived the second round. China must have been completely corroded by the poison gas, leaving not even ashes.]

[Go to the Huaxia live stream and spam the chat with messages to send them on their way!]

[Sharing the historic moment when Chinese civilization was erased!]

【..........】

In front of the South Korean position.

The 30-meter-high wall of light shattered completely.

Park Ji-sung bled from all seven orifices and collapsed unconscious on the ground.

The other eight teammates also fell in pools of blood, but before them, the last bone dragon burning with holy light turned to ashes.

They won a Pyrrhic victory.

Long live the Republic of Korea! Oppa protected us with his life!

Our divine radiance is unparalleled; no monster can break our will.

We survived, but China is absolutely finished!

[Let the lands of China prepare to be cleansed by a million skeletal dragons.]

[Here's the live stream on Huaxia to see the Bone Dragon descend into reality!]

【..........】

Hundreds of millions of foreign netizens, with a sense of superiority, frantically entered the exclusive live broadcast room for Chinese people.

The screen loads.

A strange, ten-second silence fell over the global internet.

There were no bone dragons flying everywhere.

There was no overwhelming dark green toxic gas.

The defense line has not been corroded into rotten mud.

There was only bright sunshine and a huge hill made of countless white bones directly in front of the city wall.

Ten thousand Class D Corrupted Bone Dragons were all dismantled into fragmented bone pieces.

The battlefield was cleaned up completely.

Ma Ling sat on the sand in the corner of the city wall, her gray-white eyes closed, her left hand supporting her knee, as quiet as a stone statue.

Guan Shan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The old beggar picked his toes.

A blind old man playing the violin.

The scholar drew circles.

A little girl is playing in the sand.

Chen Xiao supports the coffin.

Everything looks exactly the same as it did ten minutes ago.

After a brief silence, foreign netizens' understanding completely collapsed, and their keyboards were pounded so hard they sparked.

[This can't be! What happened?! Where are the monsters?!]

[That's a mountain of bones? Ten thousand bone dragons just died like that? Their clothes weren't even dirty!]

He can resurrect dead monsters to fight living monsters?! What kind of weird ability is that?!

Who exactly did China choose?! Wasn't that old man with the missing arm disabled?!

[This isn't a superpower! This is more terrifying than any superpower! He single-handedly controlled ten thousand corpses!]

[Corpse-driving... I remember now, the ancient Chinese art of corpse-driving is real???]

[Cheating! It's definitely a system bug! How can they control the monster's corpse?!]

【............】

After experiencing dramatic ups and downs, Huaxia Network's pent-up emotions erupted like a volcano.

The screen full of Chinese characters instantly crushed all the comments from foreign IPs.

[Keep yelling, you foreign devils! Why did you stop yelling? You must have peed your pants!]

Who says there's only one strike? We still have a bell! Three rings, and the monster soars into the sky!

We have two big shots! Two! Brother Guanshan is in charge of killing, and Brother Maling is in charge of making the dead be killed again, in an infinite loop!

This is called resource recycling; you bunch of ignorant white pigs.

[What S-level thunderstorm, what Korean holy light? We were exhausted to the point of vomiting blood just to finish. Look at our Master Ma, he just sat there and rang his bell twice and that was it!]

Those bastards who were just clamoring to carve up China's resources, wash your necks and get ready, this is a sure thing!

Sending a dead dog to bite a flying dragon—I give this tactical maneuver a perfect score!

[The profound cultural heritage of China is unparalleled; even necromancers have to step aside when the corpse-driving masters are on the scene!]

【..........】

Yanjing.

Strategic command center 100 meters underground.

Minister Chen pressed his hands firmly on the alloy tabletop, his ten fingers trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at Ma Ling's withered, calm face on the big screen, his eyes stinging, and suddenly turned to look at Zhou Yaoguo.

"Sir, this is the corpse-driving technique, a lost art from western Hunan that has been practiced for hundreds of years!"

Minister Chen's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed elation.

Zhou Yaoguo stood ramrod straight, the stars on his shoulders gleaming.

The veteran general exhaled a heavy breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Has the think tank analyzed why this extraordinary technique can exert such terrifying power in the forbidden area?" Zhou Yaoguo asked in a deep voice.

Staff Officer Li strode forward, carrying a tactical tablet.

"Sir, the data model is out. This isn't just due to the magic of the technique; the core reason is the nation's destiny giving back to us!"

Staff Officer Li retrieved two sets of comparative data.

"The SSS-level enhancement given by the system only increases the destructive power of individual skills; it's a fixed energy injection. Western athletes are an example of this."

"But our eight contestants sacrificed rewards in exchange for a 30% surge in the nation's fortune. This 30% increase directly elevated their destiny and abilities at the underlying rules."

Staff Officer Li pointed to the mountain of white bones on the screen.

"Master Ma's corpse-driving technique might have originally only been able to control ordinary corpses. But with the blessing of the nation's fortune, he directly took control of the death laws of this forbidden area."

"It's like Western players going to war with the weapons provided by the system. Our players, on the other hand, have directly modified the battlefield's code!"

A collective gasp filled the command hall.

Minister Chen picked up his teacup, took a big gulp of cold tea, and burst out laughing.

"What a clever code modification! While foreigners are still playing house, our elderly folks are already employing 'dimensional reduction warfare'!"

Zhou Yaoguo's gaze swept over the eight people on the screen.

Guan Shan, the blacksmith.

Ma Ling, the corpse-driver.

What about the rest of the people?

The blind old man, the old beggar, the sick scholar, the opera singer, even the child, and the young man carrying the coffin.

How much of China's ancient heritage is still hidden within each of them?

"Pass down the order," Zhou Yaoguo said in a loud voice. "Find the inheritors of these ancient crafts throughout the country and protect them with the highest standards. It's time to mend the broken cultural line of China."