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.

One.

Two.

Ten.

A hundred.

A thousand!

In less than a minute, the originally empty and desolate valley was filled with dense golden figures.

They had some maintaining a charging posture, some were still in the middle of pulling a grenade pin, some were back-to-back as if covering each other.

When the golden light solidified, 3,621 Heroic Spirits, clad in uniform dark gold battle armor, lined up in neat phalanxes.

No noise, no chaos.

Just like they were when alive, strictly disciplined, unmoving as a mountain.

A burly Heroic Spirit standing at the very front slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, finally settling in the direction of the Void Realm representing the will of national fortune.

He was the commander of the Falcon Legion, the man who had stood at the very front in this valley, facing the million-strong beast tide.

He slowly raised the battle saber in his hand, which had long since disappeared from this world, the blade pointing to the sky.

”Dragon Summer Southwest Theater, Falcon Legion!”

His voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in the ears of everyone in this valley, in this country, and in Meeting Room No. 1.

”Should have been 3,621 people, actually present 3,621 people!”

”All personnel assembled!”

”Requesting the Motherland to review!”

”Roar! Roar! Roar!”

Three thousand Heroic Spirits roared in unison, the sound wave like a tangible shockwave, instantly overturning the clouds above the valley. The golden light shot straight into the heavens, actually gathering into a huge golden Dragon shadow in the sky, roaring wantonly in the clouds, intimidating ten thousand nations!

Inside Meeting Room No. 1.

The Minister of Civil Affairs stood up with a whoosh, staring blankly at the screen.

That was a unit for which he had personally handled the compensation list.

Every name, he had read over and over again in the dead of night.

And now, they had returned.

Long Yi gripped the edge of the table tightly, his nails digging deep into the wood. He watched the ”Ghost Legion” arrayed on the screen, looking at the familiar yet strange faces; even an old man like him who had experienced countless storms felt as if his heart was about to explode at this moment.

This was not a hallucination.

The jumping data panels were telling everyone what kind of army this was.

【 Dragon Summer Heroic Spirit (Special Unit) 】

【 Rank: Spiritualization (Growth-type) 】

【 Trait 1: Physical Immunity. Conventional firearms, artillery shells, and physical strikes are ineffective. 】

【 Trait 2: Homeland Protection. Fighting within Dragon Summer territory, all attributes increased by 200%. 】

【 Trait 3: Immortal. As long as the national fortune totem does not fall, even if dispersed, they can regroup after 24 hours. 】

【 Description: They are the backbone of this land, the boundary marker between life and death. Want to pass? Ask the blades in their hands if they agree! 】

Seeing the four words ”Immortal,” Long Yi’s eye sockets instantly turned red.

”Comrade Su Yun...” The old man took a deep breath, his voice somewhat choked, ”Thank you. On behalf of these three thousand-plus families, thank you.”

He knew what this move by Su Yun meant.

This was not just having a few thousand immortal super soldiers, but also giving the entire nation a shot in the arm.

Who would be afraid of death after this?

Dying for the country, that wasn’t death, that was Ascension! That was securing an official position!

Su Yun just shook his head, his face not showing much pride.

He picked up the thermos cup again, blew on it gently, and took a sip of goji berry water.

”Old Long, don’t be in such a hurry to thank me.”

Su Yun put down the cup, his gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room, looking towards the distant west, the gentleness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a coldness that made people shudder.

”The people have been saved, but this matter isn’t over.”

”You are right, blood debts must be paid in blood!”

At this moment, on the System panel, the Source Tracing Totem was flickering with a faint light.