The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

57: Chapter 57 The Nation’s Destiny Forges the Soul! Three thousand six hundred and twenty-one heroic spirits, please...Before Zhao Tiezhu could figure out the situation, a grand and warm will suddenly descended into his mind. It was Su Yun’s voice, and also the will of the entire Longxia Country national fortune.

【 No. 9527, Zhao Tiezhu. 】

【 Upon verification, your mission has not yet ended. 】

【 Effective immediately, you are transferred to the ”Dragon Summer Heroic Spirit Sequence.” Military Rank promoted by one level, awarded the ”National Scholar” medal. 】

【 Return to your unit, soldier. 】

Zhao Tiezhu shuddered all over.

That feeling was like a wanderer far from home suddenly hearing his mother’s call, or like a lone wolf lost in the wilderness hearing the howl of the alpha. All the confusion, fear, and the cold chill of death vanished in this instant, replaced by an unprecedented sense of strength and mission.

He slowly stood up.

No, he was floating up.

At this moment, he was nearly two and a half meters tall, the dark gold battle armor on his body was solid and heavy, and a faint golden halo of light even appeared behind him, as if a divine general had descended to earth. His feet were three inches off the ground, hovering in mid-air, and in his hand, he somehow held a long-handled Modao entirely made of energy, the blade’s cold light piercingly sharp.

”Attention, everyone!”

Zhao Tiezhu’s voice was no longer that raspy, broken sound, but possessed its own reverberation, a majesty full of metallic texture.

Old Li and the soldiers, who were in a daze, reacted faster than their brains, standing at attention reflexively: ”Here!”

Zhao Tiezhu grinned, his translucent big black face full of familiar bandit-like spirit: ”What are you crying for! I’m not dead yet! Straighten your backs! Since King Yama won’t take me, then we’ll keep on fighting!”

”Company Commander!!”

Li Two Ox could no longer hold back, lunging forward to hug his thigh, only to pass straight through Zhao Tiezhu’s leg and fall flat on his face.

”Hey, hey, hey, watch your influence.” Zhao Tiezhu floated away two meters in disgust, ”I’m a spiritual body now, Advanced goods, understand? Immune to physical attacks!”

At this time, A Mu and the tens of thousands of refugees nearby were already stunned.

If the previous rain of light healing wounds was a ”miracle,” then the current resurrection from the dead and the manifestation of Heroic Spirits was a ”myth” that completely overturned their worldview.

”Angels... these are angels!”

Someone shouted.

Clatter.

The refugees who were already kneeling on the ground buried their heads even lower, each one trembling all over. That was not fear, but the most instinctive awe for this great power that protects the living. In this desperate world, what could a country that allows the dead to revive and continue protecting the living be if not heaven?

...

However, this was only the beginning.

Kunlun Palace, Meeting Room No. 1.

The holographic screen’s image switched automatically, the camera zooming out rapidly, crossing the cheering Boundary Marker No. 77 line, like an eagle overlooking the earth, continuing to fly westward. Finally, the image hovered over a silent and desolate valley.

That was Luofeng Slope.

One day ago, Dragon Summer encountered the first wave of the super beast tide here.

That was Dragon Summer’s darkest day. In order to buy evacuation time for the city behind them, an entire reinforced regiment, over three thousand soldiers, used themselves as nails, firmly pinning themselves to the defense line, without retreating a single step.

In the end, except for Zhao Gang and a few others who survived, the remaining 3,621 people all sacrificed themselves heroically, with none surviving.

At this moment, at Luofeng Slope, a breeze suddenly arose.

Su Yun stood before the sand table in Kunlun Palace, holding his hand up, as if lifting the Soul of that valley across thousands of mountains and rivers. His voice, through the connection of national fortune, echoed in this silent valley, as gentle as if calling a sleeping child to wake up, yet as firm as an irresistible decree.

”It’s dawn.”

”Time to wake up.”

The earth began to tremble slightly.

This tremor was not an earthquake, but like the heartbeat of the earth, one beat, two beats, steady and powerful.

”Rumble—”

The soil churned.

There were no rotting arms reaching out as in horror movies, but rather streaks of pure golden light breaking through the soil.

They rose from the soil, condensing in mid-air.