More than half a century ago, reborn from ancient times, Great Yan,
once the world's foremost ancient nation, had become a weak power bullied by anyone in the new world.
At that time, the White-Headed Eagle across the sea, wielding technological and military might far exceeding Great Yan's, launched a cross-sea assault.
The newly formed Great Yan, facing the White-Headed Eagle, the pinnacle of the world at that time, did not become a fawning dog like Inazuma and others.
Crossing the pressure river, in a foreign land, the utterly destitute Great Yan fought a fierce battle with this White-Headed Eagle.
At that time, no nation believed that this backward and barbaric Great Yan could have any good outcome.
The skies filled with planes, the ground covered with tanks, all were the enemy's fangs and claws,
while Great Yan could only dispatch a so-called army, a mix of old and young, barely able to assemble standard equipment.
The old man in the jeep paused his gaze, his thoughts drifting a little.
Great Yan's bones were too hard to bend; it would not kneel.
If the enemy was strong, Great Yan would kneel. Otherwise, that old man would not have, as a mere child, thrown himself into a battle that everyone believed would be lost.
With just a slight recollection, endless blood and cold seeped from the old man's memory.
But woven through this blood and cold was the pride of Great Yan's soldiers and people, buried deep in their bones.
"To sacrifice bravely for a great ambition, dare to change the sun and moon anew!"
The White-Headed Eagle was the sky for Inazuma, for Kimchi, and for others!
But it was not the sky for us, Great Yan!
If this barbarian nation, relying on its temporary technological advantage, considered itself civilized, considered itself advanced, and wished to command Great Yan,
then the people of Great Yan would not mind using the blood in their chests to change this world to a crimson sky!
Amidst the cold and blood of the old man's memories, faces of sacrifice flashed, those who fell on the eve of Great Yan's rise.
But they had no regrets, for the blood of their ancestors was the foundation for their descendants' progress.
They died for us!
The child who struggled to survive on that battlefield had now become an old man with white hair.
Time had withered his body and worn down his spirit, but it could not break the inextinguishable pride in his heart.
The scenes of memory receded, and the once arrogant White-Headed Eagle now began to fear Great Yan's ascent.
The black tide in the distance grew clearer, this sudden doomsday game becoming Great Yan's most real and terrifying threat.
Just like the war more than half a century ago, there was no retreat, the enemy was almost invincible,
and we were the sharpest sword in Great Yan's hand!
At this moment, just like that moment then!
Only to fight!!
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Great Yan's last and most elite army disembarked silently, assuming positions for engagement with movements practiced countless times.
The black tide in the distance grew clearer, and the earth began to tremble under the enemy's iron hooves...
The soldiers' hands holding their weapons trembled slightly, but their eyes did not waver in the slightest.
Were they afraid?
Yes.
Why not flee?
Cannot flee.
Why?
I am a soldier of Great Yan, and behind me are the people of Great Yan.
No one truly asked or answered this question, yet it seemed to resonate in every soldier's heart.
They gazed resolutely at the terrifying, invincible enemy.
Amidst the movements of thousands of troops, there was an incredible quiet and order.
They were all waiting,
waiting for an order.
At the very front of the formation, the old man, whose spine had been bent by the years, straightened his back once more under the weight of his pride.
The old man was just like the young boy on the battlefield more than half a century ago, when the whole world believed they would lose.
He let out a roar from his soul towards the enemy:
"All troops!!!"
"Fight to the death!!!"
Boom!!!!
The light of flames ignited from the formation.
More than half a century later,
Great Yan, once again, faced the invincible enemy,
drawing its sword!!
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In the void, profound laws intertwined with a sphere that seemed to contain all the brilliance of the world.
This was the existence known as the Doomsday Game by the undead and humans.
At this moment, the profound laws trembled slightly, and the light emanating from the sphere became even more brilliant.
The "Game" seemed to have sensed something...
A piece of information resonated from the void...
[Detected extreme fluctuation in racial consciousness!]
[Void resonance in progress!]
[A new racial foundation-level talent is about to be born in the world where this game has descended!]
The infinite brilliance emanating from the sphere grew more dazzling, as if celebrating.
In a trance, a small figure seemed to flash within the sphere.
The void's tremors intensified, and this place, containing all information and energy, was about to give birth to something extremely special through an inexplicable resonance!
However, as the resonance approached its peak, a black shadow overflowed from the void, momentarily obscuring the entire void range illuminated by the sphere!
[System! The place of resonance cannot bear an individual capable of a racial foundation-level talent! This talent cannot be granted! You should continue to preserve this talent!]
Indescribable information was transmitted from the black shadow towards the sphere...
After the sphere trembled slightly, a piece of information was slowly sent out...
[No individual of the same race capable of bearing the talent has been detected at the place of resonance! Talent sealed...]
The black shadow in the void quietly retreated, and at the peak resonance point in the void, a tiny sphere, very similar to the light sphere but millions of times smaller, slowly emerged from the void.
However, this small sphere did not fly towards the place of resonance but slowly merged into the sphere representing the "Game System."
The void returned to peace.
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Endless bullets and artillery fire, following the old man's roar, bombarded the black tide in the distance.
Amidst the explosions, dust billowed into the sky.
But not a single soldier stopped their weapons.
Attack! Attack! Attack!!
Since there was no retreat, they would draw their swords against the enemy and seek life in death!!
The sound of artillery drowned out all other noises; this was humanity's final answer to the invading enemy!
Inside the shelter, the previously fearful crowd, hearing the roar of artillery, could not help but look at the display screen again.
Watching the dust kicked up on the battlefield, their hearts were also held in suspense.
"Go for it!!"
"Defeat them!!"
"We will not lose!!!"
But,
a black light suddenly pierced through the barrier of dust, rushing directly towards the formation...
It was a skeletal knight charging on horseback, its black flames burning more fiercely than ever as it faced the barrage of artillery!
As bullets struck the knight, their tips instantly flattened and fell.
Even direct hits from artillery, after a flash of black light, could not hinder the knight's iron hooves in the slightest!
This was humanity's true nightmare!
This was humanity's end!!
The skeletal knight led the charge, followed by countless knight legions also breaking through the dust.
Beneath the thunder of thousands of troops, it was like the end of the world descending!
The soldiers, their hearts filled with extreme dread, did not stop firing, but the outcome of the battle seemed predetermined!
Inside the shelter, people's faces turned extremely pale.
With modern firepower rendered completely ineffective, what else could humanity rely on?!
The knight at the forefront, gazing at the silver-haired old man before him, raised his knight's sword high.
Beneath his mask, the decaying face, revealing bone, could not help but reveal a sinister grin!
"By the King's command! Destroy the human race of this world!"
Sensing the extremely fierce mental fluctuations, the old man's face flushed red with anger.
Looking at the knight charging with his sword raised, the old man's eyes blazed!
The skeletal knight's expression grew even more malevolent!
"From this moment on! There will be no humans in this world! Only cattle!!"
The unrestrained mental fluctuations spread the undead's malice across the entire battlefield!
The long sword in the skeletal knight's hand, carrying a terrifying whistling wind, slashed towards the old man's neck!
The charging skeleton warhorse, carrying the undead knight with its sword raised, almost turned into a black afterimage!
Death seemed unavoidable!
Next, these undead legions would, as the knight had said, slaughter all humans in this world!
But!
At the very instant the sword was about to decapitate him!
A silver light mixed with streaks of crimson rushed down from the sky!!
The silver wings dissipated upon landing, and a fair hand suddenly appeared in the path of the sword strike.
Clang!
As if striking the hardest rock, the sword let out a dull clang.
And the charging knight, both man and horse, was stopped in its tracks.
A pair of pale golden dragon eyes gazed at the grinning knight,
and a voice, filled with extreme rage and the coldness of millennia-old glaciers, spoke word by word:
"Destroy the human race?"
"I'd like to see who dares?!"