Leaning on a Wooden Crutch to Establish the Country, the Emperor Protects China in His Old Age

Three years into the battlefield of national destiny, China has suffered a losing streak and its resources have been exhausted. The fourth selection, the world holds its breath. The winner in Hua Xia's lottery was actually a ninety-nine-year-old nursing home resident with terminal cancer who could not even walk! The enemy country is in revelry, the country is in despair, and a hundred-fold beast wave is about to come. Lu Chen just put down the thermos cup and picked up a dead branch from the ground. With one sword, the S-class beast was decapitated! Two swords, thousands of miles of beasts kneeling down! When the red-blooded Dragon King from the depths of the forbidden area dragged his chains out and kowtowed to the old man, the whole world was completely silent. "Old slave, welcome the Emperor back!" Only on this day did people realize that the so-called forbidden area of ​​the national destiny was just the homeland that Lu Chen fought against a hundred thousand years ago. The god-level inheritance that others were desperately fighting for was the basic technique that he eliminated. The forbidden gods that others feared to worship were the generals he did not dare to raise his head in the past. And when the cracks in the world reopened, the gods looked down at the Blue Star, and Lu Chen stood in front of the gate of China on crutches. "I have been guarding this human world all my life." "Are you worthy enough to come and get it?"