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

The countdown timer is ticking.

three minutes.

Air raid sirens blared across the globe.

The black mist in the sky fell down, pressing down heavily on the walls of the major cities.

The wind stopped.

A deep, muffled roar came from the depths of the black mist, and the ground began to tremble rhythmically.

The tremors were felt across the land and transmitted to live broadcasts in various countries.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Increased difficulty? Elite monsters are appearing? We can't even hold off the regular monsters anymore!]

[An elite individual with five times the attributes! The system is clearly forcing us to our deaths!]

[What's the panic? Our American team used points from two rounds to exchange for a Grade C gene serum. Their current attributes are ten times that of an average person—they're taking off!]

[Exactly! Our Knights of the Round Table from Great Britain have also acquired exoskeleton armor; they can smash concrete with a single punch. Mere elite monsters are no match for them!]

[Lord Yamamoto of Japan exchanged for an alloy katana, which can cut through iron like mud; the neck of an elite monster is just right for consecrating the sword.]

[Look at China! They didn't even exchange for a nail clipper! Those old, weak, and disabled people should just go to bed!]

[China is absolutely doomed this time! Prepare for the harsh reality! Don't come crying to us for refugees then!]

[Bullshit! Our Chinese heroes haven't even revealed their trump cards yet, so shut your stinking mouths!]

[To the foreign keyboard warriors ahead, wait until the third wave is over before you start complaining! We eight players will get carried to victory, just like you think!]

Still being stubborn? Just wait until the city falls and everyone dies!

【……】

Netizens from major countries furiously typed out sarcastic remarks, while Chinese netizens launched a full-scale counterattack.

The large screen is divided into multiple areas.

The live stream from the United States.

Jackson stood at the edge of the city wall, ripped his shirt off, and his muscles bulged out.

He arrogantly twisted his neck, his joints cracking.

A two-meter-long, barbed, all-metal mace rested on his shoulder.

He looked at the black mist in the distance and shouted at the top of his lungs, "An elite monster with five times the stats?"

Jackson spat, "Perfect, I can use this to test the power of my newly acquired item!"

The seven American soldiers behind him immediately raised their Gauss rifles.

The surface of the firearm shimmered with a blue glow of charging light.

With two rounds of settlement enhancements and the advanced equipment from the National Fortune Mall, they believed they were invincible.

[OH MY GOD! Michael Jackson is practically a real-life Hulk! Those muscles... I even want to do laundry on them!]

[A mere elite monster? Jackson could smash it into a husky with one blow of his spiked club!]

[A Gauss rifle paired with a Grade C serum—how could they possibly lose? Have those primitive Chinese even grasped the meaning of technology changing destiny?]

[I've got the popcorn ready; today's Jackson solo slaughter show!]

[We suggest the system automatically award the victory to the United States, so as not to waste the time of our superheroes!]

See that spiked club? Elite monsters are lining up to die!

God bless the US!

[No doubt about it! We're going to dominate with the highest score this time! Tremble, mortals!]

【..........】

………….

[Here are eight comments praising the show from Japanese netizens.]

Japanese live stream.

Yamamoto Itto knelt atop the city wall, his eyes slightly closed.

A long sword rests flat on his knees.

The scabbard was pure black, and even before the blade was drawn, a chilling aura was already palpable.

"Zheng—"

Two minutes left in the countdown.

Yamamoto Itto suddenly opened his eyes and gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand.

The blade was pulled out an inch.

The blade reflected the dark red lightning of the sky.

"Draw your sword and slay the master."

Yamamoto spoke in a low voice, his eyes filled with a morbid excitement, "The head of an elite monster is perfect for sharpening my blade."

The seven samurai around him raised their katana and roared in agreement.

[Wow! Yamamoto-sama's sword-drawing technique is unparalleled! His coolness level is off the charts!]

[The alloy katana is the culmination of the latest technology of our great Japanese Empire. What elite monster? One slice and you're sashimi!]

Lord Yamamoto's sickly smile is so captivating! It's the ultimate embodiment of our Bushido spirit!

[The elite monster's neck is indeed perfect for consecrating the sword. Once Lord Yamamoto cuts off the wolf's head, our Japan will surely shock the world!]

[Don't get too cocky, America. When it comes to single-target burst damage, our Lord Yamamoto is second to none!]

Is this the oppressive aura of a Sword Saint? Even his breath carries a murderous intent! Those poor bastards from China should take note: this is a true powerhouse!

"Baka! Those little monsters are still dawdling! Come here and let Lord Yamamoto stretch his muscles!"

[I can already picture Yamamoto-sama wiping out the entire screen with a single slash; the special effects are absolutely perfect!]

【……】

On the battlefields of major powers, the troops are well-equipped and their morale is extremely high.

The new weapons available for exchange in the National Fortune Mall gave them the illusion that "I can solo the BOSS".

They even discussed going out of the city to hunt elite monsters in order to earn extra points.

...........

Siam live stream room.

Eight contestants were crammed into a blind spot in the city wall.

They didn't even have uniforms; what they clutched tightly in their hands were the broken iron swords and rotten wooden shields they had exchanged with their remaining points at the end of the first wave.

They suffered heavy casualties in the first two waves. Although they managed to defend the city and receive the reward thanks to the last man who risked his life, their score was at the bottom and they were penniless.

One minute left on the countdown.

The Siamese captain, standing at the very front, swallowed hard, his hand gripping the sword trembling like a leaf.

The black mist churned wildly.

The low growls coalesced into a continuous roar, causing rubble to fall from the city walls.

"Captain... what the hell is that thing..." A thin team member's legs went weak, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

"Shut up! Hold onto your shield tighter, even if you die!"

The captain gritted his teeth and roared.

The same tragic scenes were also depicted in smaller countries such as Java and Annam.

The contestants were ashen-faced, their eyes filled with despair.

Without good equipment or genetic enhancements, they were almost too scared to even draw their swords in the face of this unknown and terrifying thing.

"Thump."

"Thump."

Countdown reset.

The heavy footsteps drowned out the sound of wind and thunder.

The black mist was torn apart alive.

The true appearance of the third wave of monsters has been completely exposed to the eyes of billions of people around the world.

The short, messy goblins and skeletons of the previous two waves were gone.

Emerging from the black mist was a pack of bipedal, nearly three-meter-tall demon wolves!

They were entirely gray-black, with muscles as bulging as rocks, and their wolf claws extended into white bone blades half a meter long.

They were densely packed, like a black tide spreading across the wasteland.

What's most chilling are the five tall figures in the center of the wolf pack.

Five giant blood wolves, each over five meters long!

Its body hair was blood red, and its eyes gleamed with a chilling light.

They did not charge blindly, but remained behind the wolf pack like commanders, coldly staring at the city walls of various countries.

The system's loud notification tone sounded precisely on time.

[The third wave of monsters is starting!]

Monster Type: Wild Wolf (Level: Beginner C)

[Elite Individual: Bloodthirsty Wolf King (Rank: Beginner B, Quantity: 5)]

The wolf pack moved.

They landed on all fours, their terrifying explosive force leaving a trail of afterimages.

In less than ten seconds, the forward's fangs had already reached the bottom of the major cities!

"Fire!"

Jackson yelled at the top of his lungs.

The Gauss rifle spewed blue light wildly, and metal bullets tore through the fur of the Wild Wolf like a rainstorm.

Jackson suddenly leaped down from the city wall and swung his two-meter-long metal mace.

"die!"

The heavy spiked club slammed solidly into the head of a demon wolf.

The skull shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

Jackson burst out laughing with excitement, rampaging through the wolf pack with his tenfold attribute boost as if he were mowing grass.

Just as he was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, preparing to pick a big one to practice on, the bloodthirsty wolf king in the distance slowly turned its head.

The cold, brutal red vertical pupils locked onto Jackson instantly.

A strong, nauseating stench of blood wafted over from afar.

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

He felt goosebumps all over his body, and his muscles tensed up uncontrollably.

That's the instinctive reaction of a living organism when it encounters a predator.

"Fuck... this script is wrong!"

Jackson cursed under his breath, his arrogance shattering instantly.

He gripped his spiked club tightly, staggering back several steps and scrambling towards the city wall, yelling in a hoarse voice, "Focus fire! Suppress the enemy! Don't let that red-haired monster get close to me!"

The American soldiers were so frightened that they quickly turned their guns around, and a dense barrage of Gauss bullets rained down on the open ground in front of the Wolf King.

The wolf king didn't even flinch; he merely glanced at it disdainfully and let out a low growl.

The next second, the ordinary dire wolves around them seemed to be on drugs, and their attacks became even more frenzied and bloodthirsty!

[WTF?! Why did Jackson back down? What happened to our solo boss fight? My God, were you serious about taking that half-step back?]

[Fake! It's definitely a system glitch! Jackson is a tough guy who's been injected with a C-grade gene serum, how could he be scared off by a single look?]

What the hell is this red-haired monster? Even looking at it on screen makes my legs weak... Jackson, hang in there!

[Fuck! What happened to turning elite monsters into huskies? Jackson looks more like a husky now!]

[Director, did you get the wrong script?! Why is our superhero tumbling and crawling around like that? This doesn't make sense!]

[This wolf king is cheating! It didn't even flinch when the Gauss rifle was fired at it. What kind of oppressive aura is this?!]

[Oh no, oh no, Jackson's spiked club seems to have turned into a fire poker... Help! Is it too late for me to take back what I just said?]

[To those brothers who were mocking China earlier, I suddenly have a bad feeling... Are we going to be the first to fail this time?]

[...]

...........

On the other side, the walls of the Japanese castle.

Yamamoto Itto's hand, gripping the sword, was uncontrollably covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Even from a great distance, he could smell the violent energy contained within that B-rank elite monster.

If he were to actually go up and chop, his alloy katana would probably be reduced to scrap metal.

"Everyone back off! Hold your ground! No one is allowed to launch an attack!"

Yamamoto Itto had completely lost his earlier air of arrogance and quickly changed the instructions with a sullen face.

The players from the major powers, who were clamoring to leave the city on their own initiative just a moment ago, surprisingly and unanimously chose to back down and completely retreat when faced with the intimidation of the B-level Wolf King.