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

Jackson stood in front of the city wall.

Steam rose from the top of his bald head.

The swollen muscles completely tore apart the last piece of cloth.

Ahead, yellow sand filled the sky, and black fog churned violently.

Two thousand low-level C-rank wilderness wolves completely blocked the retreat route.

Five bloodthirsty wolf kings, each five meters long, stood steadily behind.

"Fuck you! Die!"

Jackson roared and unleashed his power, his body exploding with blinding purple-black lightning.

The high-voltage electric arc ignited the air, filling the surroundings with the stench of burning.

He stomped his legs hard on the ground, blasting a large crater in the yellow sand.

He charged straight into the pack of wolves, heading straight for the bloodthirsty wolf king at the rear.

The raging purple lightning transformed into dozens of long whips of lightning, lashing wildly in all directions.

More than a dozen C-level demonic wolves along the way were instantly chopped into charred remains, their flesh flying everywhere.

The three-headed, B-grade, bloodthirsty wolf king made a move.

Three red afterimages tore through the air, forming a triangular formation that tightly surrounded Jackson.

The white bone blade makes horizontal and vertical cuts.

Jackson conjured two enormous lightning balls in his hands and unleashed them in quick succession.

The purple lightning collided fiercely with the blood-red bone blade, creating a deafening roar.

He is indeed strong.

With ten times the attribute bonus and an SS-level Thunderstorm ability, he single-handedly overwhelmed three B-level elite monsters.

Lightning flashed everywhere, creating a powerful sense of oppression.

But the problem was that he rushed too far ahead.

The remaining two bloodthirsty wolf kings, leading two thousand C-level demonic wolves, bypassed him and pounced on the special forces team's defensive line below the city wall.

"Fire!"

Mike yelled at the top of his lungs.

The dual-barrel electromagnetic railgun has completed preheating and charging.

A bright blue, high-energy beam of light swept across the ground.

The dozen or so demon wolves at the very front had their chests blasted open by the intense heat, and charred bits of flesh splattered onto the faces of the demon wolves behind them.

The smell of blood completely ignited the ferocity of these beasts.

Hundreds of demonic wolves leaped high into the air, stepping on the corpses of their companions.

The pale white bone blade slashed down from the air and slammed into the special forces team's nano shield.

The water on the surface of the shield rippled wildly.

The alarm sounded throughout the city walls.

"Jackson! Get back on defense! Get back on defense!"

Mike's helmet energy bar plummeted.

Jackson heard the cries for help.

He had just turned to leave.

Two bloodthirsty wolf kings seized the opportunity to pounce and bite, their claws spitting out a trail of blood that sealed off any escape route.

Another attack came from the side, forcing him to raise his Thunder Arms to block.

Lack of separation.

He simply couldn't spare the time to care about the lives of those behind him.

Click.

The nano shield shattered.

The pack of wolves surged into the special forces team's formation like a burst dam.

Mike watched helplessly as a half-meter-long bone blade slashed into his shoulder.

Blood splattered.

Several wolves pounced on him, knocking him to the ground and tearing at him frantically.

The remaining seven team members were overwhelmed by the pack of wolves.

The screams subsided completely in less than half a minute.

All that remained on the ground were severed limbs and broken arms.

The red-haired wolf king in the distance still didn't make a move.

The live stream in the United States was completely destroyed.

The comments refreshed so fast that the text was illegible.

[Fuck! Why did Jackson go one-on-one against the Wolf King?! The defense was wide open!]

[He's bleeding! God, Mike is dead! The whole team is gone!]

[Help! Jackson is stuck and can't get back!]

[The dire wolves have started ramming the door! The shield has broken!]

[Immediately call headquarters! Requesting a strategic nuclear strike!]

Why do superheroes abandon their teammates?

[...]

Chinese netizens quickly switched channels and arrived at the scene.

[Yo yo yo, is this Captain America? He went out to show off all by himself, and his tower got destroyed.]

[Who was just yelling about clearing the screen? They've already scattered their teammates' ashes.]

Individual heroism is unacceptable; if you only care about your own enjoyment, your teammates will all fail.

[Is this all the genetic modification is? Their brainstem probably isn't fully developed.]

【..........】

........

Japanese positions.

The situation is exactly the same.

Yamamoto Itto gripped the alloy katana, a system reward, tightly with both hands, his palms sticky with cold sweat.

Two B-grade bloodthirsty wolf kings roared and leaped up from the left and right sides simultaneously.

The sharp bone claws aimed straight for the throat.

Yamamoto roared and exerted his strength.

Rotate your wrist.

The alloy katana slashed out dense black wind blades.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of metal clashing pierced the eardrums.

He unleashed his sword-drawing slash to its fullest extent, forcefully blocking the pincer attack from the two elite monsters.

His high-class samurai uniform was torn in several places by the strong wind, putting him in grave danger.

He did everything he could to stabilize the situation and dared not be distracted.

The rear defense line was wide open.

Thousands of C-rank demonic wolves, their eyes bloodshot, charged toward the eight Iga-ryu ninjas who remained behind.

"Form ranks! Hold the line!"

Captain Iga's voice cracked.

The eight ninjas quickly changed formation and formed hand seals.

Fire Release Spheres and Earth Release Walls clashed and crashed forward.

The intense flames scorched the wolf's fur, and earthen walls rose from the ground.

The C-rank dire wolf, relying on its powerful physique, smashed through the earthen wall.

The distance instantly shrank.

Bone blades swung.

The ninjas' prized physical skills were no match for sheer power and numbers.

A ninja was cut in half at the waist.

Internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

The other seven people didn't even have time to scream before they were devoured by the wolves that pounced on them.

Yamamoto Itto was startled by the noise behind him.

He was momentarily distracted and was scratched on the back by a wolf king's claw.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out, and fresh blood instantly stained the hem red.

He tumbled and rolled to dodge, gritting his teeth to hold on, without even having a chance to look back at his teammate's corpse.

Japanese livestreaming rooms are filled with lamentations.

[It's over! All eight elite soldiers have perished!]

[This is impossible! The Sword Saint is entangled; he can't break free!]

The monster was too fast; the camera only captured its afterimage!

The Great Japanese Empire needs reinforcements! Your Majesty the Emperor, please find a solution!

This is only the third wave! Is the empire about to fall here?!

【..........】

Chinese netizens are posting their updates on time.

[Yamamoto-kun's face-planting pose is full of Bushido spirit!]

[His teammate sacrificed himself, granting him boundless power? I think his lower body is about to burst.]

Don't rush Lord Yamamoto, he's preparing a powerful attack, and if he can't hold it in any longer, he'll burst into his samurai outfit.

[I suggest you commit seppuku right here. You can borrow this knife; you don't need to return it.]

【..........】

Even a great nation can end up with families destroyed and people killed.

They arrived at the live streams of small Southeast Asian countries that hadn't even collected enough enhancement points.

There are no filters.

It was nothing but a pure, one-sided massacre.

The South Vietnamese army's position.

In a corner of the city wall, nine contestants huddled together, trembling all over.

There were no gene serums, no Gaussian electromagnetic cannons, and not even nano shields.

Clutching tightly in their hands were broken iron swords and rotten wooden shields, which they had obtained with meager points.

The pack of wolves advanced to within five meters.

A strong, fishy stench hit us.

The captain of the Southern Yue Kingdom stared wide-eyed, letting out a non-human howl.

He raised his rusty iron sword and swung it down at the head of the foremost wolf.

Fight to the death.

Click.

A crisp breaking sound.

The iron sword struck the wolf's hard skull and broke in two instantly.

A flying piece of metal grazed the captain's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

The wolf's skin wasn't even broken.

Its gaping maw suddenly opened wide.

It bit down hard on the captain's shoulder with its mouthful of sharp teeth.

The sound of bones shattering was transmitted clearly across the globe via the live streaming equipment.

Fresh blood spurted out two meters away.

The pitiful screams lasted only half a second.

The trachea was torn apart.

The remaining seven team members were terrified and raised their wooden shields in an attempt to resist.

The bone blade cleaved down.

The wooden shield didn't even last a second before it shattered into pieces, sending splinters flying everywhere.

The human body is extremely fragile in the face of absolute power.

The severed limbs were brutally torn apart, and the warm internal organs fell onto the yellow earth, emitting steam.

Less than a minute.

The defenses collapsed.

All eight contestants were completely wiped out.

Two thousand C-rank demonic wolves trampled over the bits of flesh scattered on the ground and walked to the dilapidated wooden city gate.

The thick claws pounded wildly against the city gate.

boom!

boom!

Wood chips fell down in a flurry.

Each impact slammed into the skulls of every South Vietnamese citizen.

The live stream from the Southern Yue Kingdom completely spiraled out of control.

[It's over! All our players are dead!]

The city gates are about to fall! The monster is about to enter reality!

Where are the defense forces?! Bring all the heavy weaponry out into the streets!

[Help! I don't want to die! My daughter was just born!]

[Who will help us! Daddy America! Big Brother China!]