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

"Warning! Attention all players from all nations of Earth!"

"The first round of the national destiny battlefield's defensive battle begins now!"

"First wave of invading beasts: Armored Bloodthirsty Wolves! Level: F. Quantity: 10,000 per country's stronghold!"

"Rule: Never allow any ferocious beast to set foot inside the city gates. If the city gates are breached, the corresponding nation will suffer punishment from a hundred times the number of ferocious beasts manifesting!"

"Countdown begins: ten, nine, eight..."

A grand mechanical sound echoed across the sky above the nation's destiny, its sound waves vibrating the clouds.

The crimson light completely enveloped the sky.

At the horizon, the vast expanse of yellow sand formed a sand wall stretching for dozens of miles.

As the roar intensified, the dark, surging tide of beasts tore through the sand walls, revealing themselves to a global audience.

These armored, bloodthirsty wolves are over two meters long with thick limbs. Pure black scales cover their backs and joints, reflecting a cold light.

Their red eyes darted around, locking onto the gates of their respective strongholds ahead.

The dripping saliva hit the dry sand with a piercing sizzling sound, and the strong acid instantly corroded the ground, creating deep pits that emitted white smoke.

At the same time, this terrifying impact struck the gates of 100 countries around the world.

This powerful, malevolent aura, belonging to alien beings, was projected directly into the eyes of every human on Earth through the ultra-high-definition live stream screen.

Repressed.

fear.

This is the instinctive tremor of humans when facing an unknown ferocious beast.

But the next second, this fear was replaced by a frenzy of comments from various countries.

In front of the Bald Eagle Kingdom's outpost.

Smith twisted his thick neck, the bones cracking and popping as they rubbed together.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and let out a deafening roar.

Crimson flames erupted from his body.

In the blink of an eye, his muscles swelled, and he grew to three meters tall. His skin peeled away, and his body completely transformed into a monster flowing with scorching magma.

He raised his massive lava right foot and slammed it heavily onto the ground.

boom!

The surrounding sand dunes, stretching for tens of meters, melted under the high temperature and cooled into smooth pieces of red glass.

The comments section in the Bald Eagle country was filled with jubilation:

[God bless him! Smith is the invincible god of war!]

[A mere ten thousand F-rank ferocious beasts aren't even worthy of being a mouthful of food for Smith!]

[Listen up, you worthless bastards of other countries! This is the true strength of the world's number one superpower!]

Burn them to death! Eat them!!!

The Bald Eagle will rule this new world! All the resources will be ours!

[...]

Sakura Country base.

The young man in samurai attire, Chiba Hanzo, slowly drew his katana from his waist.

The moment the blade left its sheath, a chilling black aura enveloped the blade, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

He gripped the hilt of his knife and casually swung it at the armored wolf charging at the front.

A three-meter-long black crescent-shaped sword aura shot out from the sky.

The sword energy tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Not only did it cleave the armored wolf in two, but it also neatly sliced ​​open a boulder weighing several tons in front of it, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Long live the Great Japanese Empire!

Lord Chiba's Black Wind Slash is unstoppable!

This is the ultimate secret of the Iga school! Monsters are merely stepping stones for us!

[Let's enjoy Lord Chiba's carnage while watching some comedy in the Huaxia live stream!]

The pigs of China must be terrified!

[Waiting for the destruction of China!]

[...]

The Korean Taekwondo master, bathed in blue electric light, kicked the ground in front of him, shattering it.

The heavily armored knights of the Sunset Empire summoned phantoms of holy light, sealing off the defensive line.

The giant from the Bear Country transformed into a five-meter-tall, ferocious brown bear and launched a counter-charge directly against the wolf pack.

Contestants with S-level and A-level superpowers burst forth with dazzling brilliance.

Thunder roared, frost froze, and gales howled. Various devastating special effects illuminated the sky above the forbidden area.

BlueStar Network is experiencing unprecedented frenzy.

The despair vanished, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and exhilaration brought about by power.

In stark contrast, there is a dedicated live streaming room for China.

Deathly silence.

In the camera's view.

The atmosphere in front of that dilapidated earthen city gate in China was oppressively icy.

There were no supernatural lights or shadows, no earth-shattering battle cries, and no defensive fortifications.

A massive army is pressing in.

The heavy hooves of the beasts pounded the ground, causing a minor tremor, and rubble fell from the edge of the city wall.

The old beggar was still squatting at the foot of the city wall. He put his dirty right hand inside his tattered cotton-padded coat, intently searching for something.

He finally managed to squeeze out a flea, then crushed it on his fingernail with a "smack." The monster outside didn't distract him at all.

A blind old man wearing a tattered Taoist robe sat cross-legged on the sand.

He held a broken-stringed erhu in his arms, slowly stroking the broken bow, humming an off-key tune.

A five-year-old child squatted in a corner, grabbed a handful of sand, and piled it up on the ground to make a crooked sandcastle.

She looked at her creation and happily clapped her little hands, which were covered in mud.

The sickly scholar continued to cough lightly, still covering his mouth.

Chen Xiao, carrying a huge black wooden coffin, stood at the very back.

He gripped the edge of the coffin lid tightly with both hands, his eyes lowered, quietly guarding the ancient tree behind him.

Eight people plus a coffin.

Not a single person turned to look at the distant horde of beasts.

They remained where they were, motionless.

The chat in the Huaxia live stream paused for a full three seconds before erupting into a hysterical barrage of comments.

[It's over! It's all over! They're terrified!]

[Ten thousand armored wolves! Even a regular army would need to set up machine gun emplacements, but these few guys don't even have a fire poker!]

Stand up! Grab a rock and prepare to fight! Are you just sitting there waiting to die?!

The foreigners are laughing at us. Please, you can at least pretend to be something you're not!

[The monster will tear them to shreds in two seconds if it charges at them!]

There's no way a miracle can happen... China is beyond saving.

[God, who will save China!]

[...]

Despair spread.

Yanjing, the highest national defense command center, located 100 meters underground.

The air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

On the big screen, the vanguard of the Ironclad Bloodthirsty Wolves was less than 500 meters away from the gate of Huaxia City.

The beast's sharp fangs and the bulging muscles on its thick limbs are clearly visible under ultra-high-definition lenses.

"General Long." Chief of Staff Li, the head of the intelligence department, gripped the control panel tightly with both hands, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his voice hoarse. "All interceptor missiles along the southeast coast have entered the launch sequence. Nuclear arsenal codes have been verified and are now in first-level standby status."

The dragon will stand ramrod straight.

He stared intently at the motionless Chinese player on the screen, his chest heaving violently.

The old general, who had spent his life on the battlefield, had no anger in his eyes, only an unyielding sorrow.

"The fault doesn't lie with them." General Long spoke slowly, his voice carrying the deep, resonant quality of a veteran of the battlefield. "The national destiny space chose unarmed ordinary people; this is a natural disaster. Faced with such a supernatural monster, it's only natural for ordinary people to be paralyzed with fear."

He turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over all the officers in the hall.

"Pass on my order! The three major war zones are to enter maximum combat readiness!"

"Once the first line of defense detects a spatial rift or manifested monsters, open fire at all costs to cover the people's evacuation!"

"If the country's borders are breached, tens of thousands of monsters will descend upon Chinese territory."

Long drew his sidearm from his waist and slammed it onto the table with a "thud".

"The gates of China will be guarded by our soldiers with their lives!"

Just then, a startled cry rang out in the hall.

"Sir! Look at the screen! Someone's standing up!" A young communications soldier suddenly stood up straight and pointed at the main screen.

The dragon suddenly turned around.

In the live broadcast footage.

The man sitting to the right of the old beggar, dressed in tattered black training clothes and who had been keeping his head down and silent, moved.

His name is Guan Shan.

He was the only able-bodied adult male in the group, besides the disabled young man.

He carried a long, grotesque object wrapped in layers of tattered gray cloth on his back.

Guan Shan slowly straightened up.

He is over 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

The faded, torn black training uniform looked unusually thin on him.

The wind and sand blew his slightly messy short hair, revealing a pair of emotionless eyes.

The old beggar stopped catching fleas, looked up at Guan Shan, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and muttered a phrase in a dialect no one could understand.

The blind old man stopped tuning the broken strings. His rough fingers rested gently on the wooden body of the instrument.

Guan Shan did not look at them.

He started walking.

My feet, clad in old-fashioned black cloth shoes, tread steadily on the soft yellow sand.

One step, two steps.

He passed the children building sandcastles, the scholar coughing softly, and Chen Xiao carrying a coffin.

Alone, facing the fierce wind, I walked towards the wide-open city gate.

He walked out of the city gate.

With their backs to the towering bronze city gate, a thousand meters high, and facing a hundred armored beasts swirling up dust, they stopped in their tracks.

The chat in the Huaxia live stream room exploded instantly.

Countless foreign netizens who had bypassed the Great Firewall began their celebration once again.

[Hahaha! Finally, a normal person in China wasn't scared out of their wits!]

What is he trying to do? Go and take on ten thousand F-class ferocious beasts all by himself? Even Smith from the United States wouldn't dare to try and fight them head-on without using his superpowers!

[He doesn't even have a firearm; is he just going to deliver takeout to monsters with a tattered cloth bag?]

[I'm ready to record this; this will be the first Chinese player to be completely devoured in the National Fortune Space!]

[Didn't you always boast that Chinese Kung Fu is the best in the world? Go for it! Use your fists to break through the black scale armor!]

Die! China has become the first nation to be wiped out. This inferior race should have disappeared long ago!

And in this vicious cursing.

Chinese netizens were on tenterhooks.

Don't go! Big brother, come back quickly!

[Hide behind the city wall, and several people can work together to close the gate! What can you do by yourself?]

Run! Run with the little girl! Every second counts!

I can't take it anymore, I really can't watch it...

Come back! Don't go to your deaths! The country will hold off the monsters!

【..........】

Countless Chinese people covered their eyes in front of the screen, tears streaming down their faces.

This scene was so tragic.

Faced with the swaggering of Western powers and the devastating special effects of supernatural abilities.

In China, there was only one ordinary man carrying a tattered rag.

He stood alone on the vast, desolate desert.

Body shape was thin.

Behind them lies an ancient city symbolizing the nation's destiny, while before them lies a ferocious horde of beasts poised to overthrow them.

Four hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

The magnitude of the earthquake reached its peak.

A fierce wind, carrying the stench of a monster, rushed straight towards Guanshan's face.

The dozen or so armored, bloodthirsty wolves at the front let out a howl and suddenly exerted force with their hind legs.

They leaped high, their enormous shadows blocking out the sunlight.

Its scarlet eyes were fixed on its prey. Its gaping maw opened, revealing dagger-like fangs, lunging straight for Guan Shan's throat and limbs.

Guan Shan remained expressionless.

He didn't take a step back, but slowly raised his right hand and stretched it behind his back.

Rough, large hands accurately grasped the top of the long, narrow object under the rag.

His five fingers suddenly clenched together.

That instant.

The fierce winds in the space stopped.