Ancient Martial Saint Emperor in Another World [Complete] - 26

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Chapter 280 The Real and Fake Qin Feng

"I'm back!" Qin Feng, dressed in white, glanced indifferently at the crowd in the council chamber and uttered a few words.

The entire council chamber fell silent instantly, then erupted into a tsunami of cheers. This time, it was truly a heartfelt cheer from everyone; everyone stood up and applauded Qin Feng.

On this day when a great battle was about to break out, no news could excite them more, no news could reassure them more, no news could thrill them more! At

this moment, everyone forgot that a great battle was about to begin; everyone seemed to have forgotten the 300,000 elite troops of the Mehes Empire who were about to arrive; almost everyone had witnessed or heard about Qin Feng's numerous battles over the years, large and small, almost all of which could be considered exemplary.

What are 300,000 elite troops of the Mehes Empire? Qin Feng once led 30,000 Hulan Iron Cavalry to wipe out the Hulan tribe, a people with a population of over a million who had dominated the grasslands for thousands of years. Besides, before Qin Feng appeared, the Mehes had always been suppressed by the Hulan.

While everyone was extremely excited about Qin Feng's return, one person's face showed no trace of the expected excitement, or perhaps it was there, but not naturally—Aini!

"Um, boss, you haven't been home for so long. You must have a lot to say to your wife. We'll take our leave now, and we'll come back after you've rested." Although Rai Men hadn't seen Qin Feng for a long time, seeing him finally reunited with his lover, even Rai Men, if he was slow to react, knew it wasn't the time to be a third wheel!

So, following Rai Men's words, the others tactfully withdrew. After all, no one was stupid; suddenly, only Qin Feng and Aini remained in the entire meeting hall.

A faint smile appeared on Aini's face. She gently touched her temple and smiled charmingly at Qin Feng, saying,

"You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back." A fleeting, almost imperceptible expression crossed Qin Feng's face. He looked at Aini and said,

"Come on, let's go home. There's someone I think you really want to see." Aini smiled faintly, took Qin Feng's arm, and looked at him slowly with her seemingly blind eyes.

"Oh, who is it?" Qin Feng's body stiffened slightly, then he laughed loudly and asked.

"Come on, you'll find out when you see them." Aini said half-coquettishly, then pulled Qin Feng and headed towards the Marshal's mansion's bedroom without further ado.

"Where are we going?" Qin Feng asked somewhat awkwardly as he followed Aini.

"What's wrong? This is your bedroom. Don't you remember?" Aini stopped, looking at Qin Feng with her large, clear black eyes, somewhat puzzled.

"How could that be? How could I not know the way to my bedroom? It's just... um... I've been driving here for so long, I'm a little rusty... um, let's hurry up!" Qin Feng stammered, a hint of awkwardness flashing across his face, before leading the way, leaving Aini standing there alone. A faint look of disdain crossed Aini's beautiful face.

"Who wants to see me?" Qin Feng asked, following Aini into a rather spacious room.

"You'll find out when you go in," Aini said with a charming smile.

"Oh, okay!" Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, feeling a surge of adrenaline. He nodded vigorously and pushed open the door to the room. It was indeed spacious, so much so that there was no bed, chair, or anything else in the bedroom—just an empty room.

Qin Feng asked Aini beside him, "Nobody's here. Who said they wanted to see me?"

"I want to see you!" Then a voice almost identical to Qin Feng's rang out, and a figure appeared in the empty room!

A snow-white robe, long, flowing hair, a figure as upright as a pine tree, a chiseled face, and sword-like eyebrows—the aura emanating from him was incredibly powerful!

It was none other than Qin Feng!

"You..." The Qin Feng standing at the doorway was taken aback, then pointed at the Qin Feng who had appeared in the middle of the room and asked.

"And who are you?" The Qin Feng standing in the middle of the room smiled faintly, asking the somewhat nervous Qin Feng.

"I am Qin Feng. And who are you? Why are you impersonating me? What is your purpose? Have you deceived everyone here?" The Qin Feng standing at the doorway, after a moment of surprise, suddenly shouted, questioning the Qin Feng standing in the middle of the room.

After saying that, he turned to Aini, who had already moved away from him during his momentary lapse in concentration, and said, "Aini, come here quickly! That person is fake! Don't go over there, come here!"

"I am indeed not Qin Feng, but you? This ten-winged birdman, you don't need to pretend anymore, do you? Damn it, turn back into your bird form!" The Qin Feng standing in the center of the room suddenly erupted with a huge burst of anger, shouting at the Qin Feng standing at the door.

"I don't understand what you're saying, and you don't need to pretend to be me to sow discord. I think Aini is the most qualified to say whether I am Qin Feng or not!" The Qin Feng took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Feng won't call me Aini, he'll only call me Little Girl." Aini stopped somewhere and said in a relaxed tone.

"Uh, I..." The Qin Feng standing at the door wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he didn't say anything.

Then a milky white halo flashed from his body, revealing his true appearance.

A male angel, about six zhang tall, with long golden hair, a handsome face, and ten wings, appeared at the entrance of the large house. With a flap of his wings, he soared into the air and laughed wildly at Qin Feng and Aini standing on the ground:

"Heh heh, you two are indeed quite good, discovering me so quickly. But what good is that? Can you catch me? Among you, besides Qin Feng, none are my match. Now, I've confirmed that Qin Feng hasn't returned. So, you lowly humans, you traitors of the gods, await the gods' punishment! Hahaha~~~"

"Oh, trying to slip away so quickly?" Qin Feng, standing on the ground, shrugged as if discussing something completely unrelated to him.

Chapter 281 Oh, poor birdman!

"This isn't called running away, it's called a strategic retreat, do you understand? Foolish humans, come and chase me if you dare!" The ten-winged angel, revealing its true form in mid-air, flapped its wings and spoke arrogantly. Its enormous voice, like thunder, resounded over Yanhuang City. At the same time, a burst of intense milky-white light erupted from the ten-winged angel, making it clearly visible throughout the entire city.

"My God, it's a ten-winged angel..."

"Ah, there really are angels in this world..."

"It's so powerful, we can't defeat it..."

"This...this...we...are we...?"

For a moment, panic gripped Yanhuang City.

"Heh, you're making such a loud noise and creating such a huge light, just to demoralize us, right?" Qin Feng, in the center of the room, smiled as he looked at the ten-winged angel swaggering in mid-air, as if discussing something insignificant.

"Haha, so what? What can you do to me?" The ten-winged angel floating in mid-air laughed arrogantly. In his mind, even if he couldn't match his opponent in strength, no one could match his speed in retreat (well, the word "escape" doesn't exist in the birdman's dictionary; desertion in the face of battle is called a strategic retreat), after all, he had ten wings on his back!

Thinking of this, the ten-winged angel became even more unrestrained, showing off his power to the uneasy people in Yanhuang City.

"Hehe, is this your so-called method of undermining our morale? Haha..." Qin Feng, who had walked out of the center of the house, laughed loudly at the ten-winged angel who was showing off like a clown in mid-air.

"Haha... Look at your people, each one of them is so scared that they want to hide under their beds. Do you think you can resist our 300,000-strong army with soldiers like these? Haha..." The ten-winged angel in the air also laughed loudly.

"Thank you for cooperating with us and helping to boost our morale, thank you!" Qin Feng on the ground suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously to the ten-winged angel in the sky.

"Ah ha...you're welcome...uh...what do you mean..." The ten-winged angel in the sky was already carried away with his pride. When he heard Qin Feng say "thank you," he hurriedly replied politely, only to realize later that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. As if he had swallowed a fly, he looked at Qin Feng on the ground with the same eyes that looked at him as if he were a prisoner.

"Catherine, make your move!" Qin Feng on the ground suddenly shouted to the sky.

Amid the doubt and uncertainty of the ten-winged angel in the sky, suddenly, an extremely powerful aura pressed down from the sky, accompanied by an extremely cold aura.

The originally azure sky darkened instantly, and the holy atmosphere that the ten-winged angel had painstakingly created melted away like snow meeting the sun.

"What is this..." The ten-winged angel in the sky was terrified and could no longer maintain his image. He descended several dozen feet, somewhat disheveled, and looked at the vast expanse of dark clouds pressing down on him, a sense of panic washing over him!

Then, the dark clouds parted in the middle, revealing what appeared to be flames. No, not just seemingly, but a colossal, bird-shaped creature entirely composed of flames!

The dark red flames exuded a chilling aura, an aura that was both incompatible with light and made the ten-winged archangel feel uncomfortable, yet he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it.

After this colossal creature, nearly sixty feet long, appeared, the entire scene fell silent. The ordinary people of Yanhuang City stared blankly at the behemoth in the sky, not daring to move an inch.

"Lord Phoenix? The most loyal friend of the gods. You've come at the perfect time! We can now wipe out all those who have defied the gods in one fell swoop!" The ten-winged archangel carefully examined the creature, a surge of joy welling up inside him. He knew this enormous firebird before him; this fellow was incredibly powerful. It possesses at least the strength of a twelve-winged lesser god. With its help, the ten-winged archangel believed that he could definitely kill these people. That would give him a great show of power before the main gods, and then he would...

Thinking of this, the ten-winged archangel looked at Qin Feng and the others on the ground with a "you're dead" expression, but he didn't feel a sudden panic. What's wrong? Hmm, why is Qin Feng looking at him like that? Hmm, full of pity?

And thinking about what Qin Feng said earlier... Could it be? Thinking of this, the ten-winged archangel felt a chill and looked up at the phoenix in the sky. With his sharp eyes, he finally noticed a dark shadow standing on the phoenix's head!

The ten-winged angel stared intently, only to discover that the jet-black shadow atop the phoenix was actually a woman. A suit of exquisitely black armor perfectly accentuated her graceful figure. A mask concealed her face, but the chilling glint in her eyes through it sent a shiver down the ten-winged angel's spine. In her right hand, she gripped a jet-black spear approximately three zhang long!

Although this human atop the phoenix was many times smaller than the bird itself, the ten-winged angel could clearly feel a far greater pressure emanating from this shadow than from the phoenix!

"This is my knight—Catherine!" The phoenix's thunderous voice boomed from mid-air, sending shivers down the ten-winged angel's spine!

"Knight?...Catherine? That's not Qin Feng's...ah..." the ten-winged angel repeated, then turned deathly pale with fright. With a scream, her ten wings flapped violently, and she fled into the distance.

However, before he could escape even ten zhang, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him. The ten-winged angel, like a stray dog, didn't dare look back, mustered all his strength, and desperately fled into the distance.

One has to admire the "strategic retreat" skills of these bird-men. Just as the sharp sound was about to strike, the ten-winged angel suddenly plummeted downwards, narrowly escaping death. However, the five wings on one side of his back suffered the consequences. A heart-wrenching scream rang out, a large patch of white feathers fluttered down from the sky, followed by a flash of black light and a "clang." A jet-black spear, about three zhang long, was pierced with five snow-white wings still dripping with golden blood!

The bird-man at this moment was in a terrible state. As everyone knows, an angel's power is generally contained within their wings; the more wings, the more energy. Now, this bird-man, originally a ten-winged archangel, had suddenly lost more than half his strength. Most importantly, he was now missing one wing and could no longer fly!

Catherine, who seemed like a war goddess hurling her spear from the sky, didn't give chase. She watched the bird-man, unable to fly and relying on constantly draining his soul power to escape, as if he were a dead object. The cold light emanating from behind his mask remained sharp.

Meanwhile, the citizens of Yanhuang City, who had been watching the sky, were completely stunned. What had just happened was simply unbelievable!

This...this...the ten-winged angel was too weak!

However, this wasn't the end. If they let this bird-man escape like this, Catherine and the others would be finished.

The ten-winged angel, now missing half its wings, was overjoyed to have reached the gates of Yanhuang City. Forgetting why no one was chasing it, it prepared to leap over the ten-zhang-high city wall.

Just as it cleared the wall, a gigantic lion, its entire body radiating golden light—no, it should be yellow flames—appeared before it!

"Hi!" The enormous golden, fiery lion suddenly greeted the ten-winged bird-man, who was missing half a wing, opening its gaping maw.

"Hi..." The ten-winged bird-man, not reacting at first, habitually returned the greeting. Only

when he saw the gaping maw aimed at him did he realize what was happening, but he only had time to scream before the lion swallowed him whole

—the Nine Luminaries Mystic Heavenly Sacred Winged Lion!

"Crunch...crunch...ugh! It's awful, just a greasy, rancid smell of fat. Daddy lied to me and said this birdman tasted good, but I still think dried lizards are tastier! Oh well, never mind, hmm, this birdman has quite a lot of stuff in his head, hmm, I have to go back and tell Daddy." The little lion smacked his lips, swallowed the birdman that had been chewed to pieces, shook his head and muttered to himself for a while, then suddenly shrunk to the size of a kitten, flapped his cute wings on his back, and flew towards the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

The people of Yanhuang City and the generals who witnessed everything were all petrified. The Ten-Winged Archangel, just like that, gone?

"Holy crap, this is insane! That was the strongest of the divine paratroopers this time, and it was wiped out so easily?"

The crowd, recovering from their shock, was overjoyed. This was truly incredible!

"Long live Yanhuang! Long live the Grand Marshal!" "Long live Yanhuang!

Long live the Grand Marshal!"

"Long live the Marshal! Long live the Lady!"

...

In an instant, the entire city of Yanhuang was filled with fervor, shouting slogans. The previous gloom vanished with the annihilation of the ten-winged angel!

The morale of Yanhuang City reached an unprecedented height!

Chapter 282 Qin Huang:

Located at the southernmost tip of the Great Qin Empire, it was a coastal city, perhaps more accurately described as a small town.

The night was deep and tranquil. Apart from the waves crashing against the beach and the sea breeze that had remained unchanged for millennia, everything was exceptionally peaceful.

Taking advantage of the dark and windy night, some small animals, aided by wave after wave, climbed ashore and began their cyclical life activities.

Another wave lapped at the soft sand, but this time, besides the small animals, it brought a dark, indistinct shape.

Then, the next wave crashed in, and so the tide rose and fell, in a continuous cycle, until dawn.

Golden sunlight scattered across the shore, and the deep blue sea finally receded, leaving behind the sand that had returned to its original state, except now it had an extra dark shape.

Only when the sun was high in the sky did the dark shape slowly wriggle, then twitch again, and finally, the dark shape stretched out—it was a person!

"Cough cough cough cough... Pfft... Ugh..." The man coughed violently a few times, spitting out some filth from his mouth, but this only made him feel worse, so he vomited on the beach.

He vomited for an unknown amount of time, until he even brought up bile, before finally stopping. He sat sprawled on the sand, coughing desperately.

At this point, his appearance was fully revealed: long gray hair covered in filth, a robe of indistinguishable color emanating a foul stench, and he was incredibly disheveled. If it weren't for the pair of cold, star-like eyes hidden beneath the filth, one might mistake him for a beggar.

"Cough cough... Finally back... Damn it, this Demon-Refining Pot is really damn stupid, making me look so pathetic... That old bastard... really damn... really damn..." The man started by laughing and cursing. His voice trailed off towards the end.

This person is indeed Qin Feng, who escaped from the world of the Demon Refining Pot!

"Sigh, I thought my power was strong enough. I never expected to be so powerless against this thing... I'm no different from an ant before it!" Qin Feng seemed unwilling to dwell on unpleasant things, instead recalling his experiences in the Demon Refining Pot world, and sighed.

"However, I, Qin Feng, will not give up!" Qin Feng finally stood up. Facing the vast sea, he shouted loudly,

"I, Qin Feng, have returned!"

"Starry Continent, I, Qin Feng, have returned!"

In the Imperial Palace of the Great Qin Empire, at the Star-Picking Tower.

Although the Qin Emperor, dressed in a black robe, was over fifty years old, he showed no signs of aging. Instead, his thick black eyebrows and long beard made him appear like a middle-aged man in his early thirties.

The Star-Picking Tower was built after the Qin Emperor unified the southern part of the continent. It was also the only place in the entire Great Qin Imperial Palace that only the Qin Emperor could enter and exit.

All the craftsmen who built the Star-Picking Tower, and the eunuchs in charge of the project, died of an unknown disease the day after its completion.

Of course, this is the official explanation. In reality, even those who speculated dared not say anything, after all, the current Qin Emperor was not the same Qin Emperor as before!

What's even stranger is that the Qin Empire, one of the four great empires of the continent, which had just been promoted from a kingdom to an empire, did not participate in the Extinction Alliance organized by the Holy See. Furthermore, the Qin Emperor even claimed illness to refuse to see the Holy See's special envoy, causing the envoy to leave the Qin Empire in a very humiliating manner.

Of course, Qin Huang's attitude made the high-ranking members of the Holy See, who thought they were invincible with their divine paratroopers, feel humiliated. They all clamored to destroy Qin first. Fortunately, Saintess Weiwei An remained calm and rejected the proposal to attack Qin. After all, they should concentrate their efforts on attacking Yanhuang City. Otherwise, not only would they waste their troops, but if Qin and Yanhuang City formed some kind of alliance and attacked from the south and north, the allied forces would suffer heavy losses even if they ultimately won. So, after reassuring the high-ranking members of the Holy See, Saintess Weiwei An led her troops towards Yanhuang City and comforted them, saying that they would wait until Yanhuang City was captured before...

"Thirty years... I have been away from Xianyang for thirty years... I just don't know..." Qin Huang, dressed in a black robe, looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, muttering words in a language that was not from this continent.

"Heh... one has to accept getting old. Two lifetimes add up to seventy-nine, almost eighty. The elders often said seventy is rare, eighty is considered old age, and I'm already eighty... but..." The Qin Emperor sighed softly. His once towering figure appeared somewhat desolate in the night, like a great tree past its prime, its trunk still upright, yet the air of age lingered.

"Over the years... I've witnessed his progress. Perhaps he's no longer a naive young man. After so many years of trials in this world, it's time for him to know the truth. My body can't hold on much longer... but..."

The Qin Emperor didn't speak further, only standing with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the stars gleaming coldly in the deep blue sky, and the crescent moon.

For a long, long time, his imposing figure seemed to blend into the scene, until the last crescent moon sank below the horizon. Only then did Qin Feng, whose body had become somewhat stiff from standing for hours, slightly move. As if still not quite done, he took one last look at the deep blue sky, which contained the ultimate truths of heaven and earth. A faint smile appeared on his face, a smile that seemed to convey relief, liberation, and a deep expectation. He spoke to the air in a tone that was both questioning and certain: "You've come?!"

Chapter 283 The Heart of an Emperor

"I've come." A voice, somewhat languid and even ethereal, came from the air.

Then, a snow-white figure, under the dim starlight, appeared in the Qin Emperor's sight as if riding the wind.

Wearing a snow-white robe, with shoulder-length silver hair and sword-like eyebrows, he exuded an indescribable, pure aura. It was none other than Qin Feng, the Ninth Prince of Qin, who had been away from the Qin Dynasty for three years. He should now be called the Ninth Prince.

"Hmm, you're much more composed than when you left the capital, and your strength has undergone a dramatic transformation. You've finally grown up." A hint of appreciation flashed in the Emperor Qin's weathered eyes as he sized up Qin Feng for a moment before speaking.

"I have indeed improved since my cunning escape from the capital back then," Qin Feng replied with a slight smile.

"What, still holding a grudge against me?" Qin Huang's smile deepened as he looked at Qin Feng and asked.

"If your father treated you like this, wouldn't you hold a grudge?" As if invisible steps were rising from the sky, Qin Feng slowly descended to the ground, standing less than ten feet away from Qin Huang. He calmly looked at Qin Huang and asked in return.

"Even tigers don't eat their cubs, let alone you, a descendant of my Chinese people." Qin Huang remained unmoved by the aura emanating from Qin Feng and spoke slowly.

Qin Feng didn't speak, only staring at Qin Huang in disbelief. The Emperor had just spoken in Qin Feng's mother tongue—Chinese!

Chinese!

Although it had a slight Qin accent, Qin Feng still understood. Qin Huang had actually spoken in Chinese!

"You...you..." Even with Qin Feng's extraordinary composure, he couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. For so long, Qin Feng had been searching for someone from the same ancient world as him, but after searching for so long, apart from finding a few divine weapons from ancient China, he had never found a single living person. But now, this person had appeared, and this person with whom he had such a complex and complicated history of grudges and entanglements. This left Qin Feng momentarily bewildered.

"What, are you surprised?" Seeing Qin Feng's somewhat dazed expression, Qin Huang laughed—a genuinely happy laugh.

"Hehe. Child, many things are not as they appear on the surface... Many things, in fact, can only be truly understood when the end comes."

"Then...why did you do this...I almost died from your pursuit..." Qin Huang, whom he had always thought was his number one adversary, turned out to be the very person he had been searching for all this time. Qin Feng felt a mixture of amusement and disbelief, and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Because you lack the heart of an emperor!" Qin Shi Huang said calmly, staring directly at Qin Feng.

"The heart of an emperor? What makes you so sure you understand what that means?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

"Because... my name is Ying Zheng!" In an instant, a powerful confidence filled the entire Star-Picking Tower. The previously somewhat desolate Qin Shi Huang seemed to grow taller the moment he revealed his identity as Ying Zheng, radiating an aura of domineering power. Even Qin Feng felt a tremor involuntarily.

Ying Zheng—anyone familiar with Chinese history would know this name. Even after more than two thousand years, this name remains as precious as gold, deeply imprinted in the soul of every Chinese person.

The first emperor in Chinese history, Qin Shi Huang, known as the First Emperor of All Time, even his grave mistakes like burning books and burying scholars alive could not obscure his charisma and magnanimity.

If even he, the first emperor of all time, is not qualified to speak of the heart of an emperor, then who is?

Qin Feng smiled bitterly. No wonder his mind, cultivated for many years, was involuntarily fluctuating. This most primal imperial aura is not something anyone else can imitate!

"So, what exactly do you want to tell me, Your Majesty?" Qin Feng looked at the emperor before him, whose hair and beard were jet black, but whose eyes held a deep sense of vicissitude, whose imposing figure carried an air of boundless loneliness, and asked.

"After I leave Xianyang, I imagine the Great Qin will surely descend into chaos, won't it?" Qin Shi Huang (the First Emperor) did not answer Qin Feng, but instead asked in return.

"Yes, after you died... after you left, Zhao Gao, in collusion with Li Si, forged an imperial edict to kill Prince Fusu and General Meng Tian, and then supported Huhai to ascend the throne..." Qin Feng nodded, recounting the historical facts he knew.

"Later, there must have been a rebellious army in Chu?" Qin Shi Huang said.

"Yes, it was the Chu army led by Xiang Liang." Qin Feng nodded.

"There's another person named Liu Bang?" Qin Shi Huang smiled slightly and then asked. Although it was a question, his unquestionable tone clearly indicated that he was certain of Liu Bang's existence.

However, Liu Bang only appeared after Qin Shi Huang withdrew from the historical stage. Could His Majesty Qin Shi Huang really be able to foresee the future?

"Hehe, are you surprised?" Qin Shi Huang looked at Qin Feng's somewhat confused expression and laughed heartily, asking.

"Indeed, I find it strange. How do you know that there must be a rebellious army in Chu, and how can you be so sure that there is such a person as Liu Bang?" Qin Feng nodded.

"Even if Chu has only three households left, it will surely be Chu that destroys Qin. This is what I ordered General Wang Jian to spread when he destroyed the State of Chu." Qin Shi Huang smiled slightly and then said something that Qin Feng found astonishing, or perhaps incomprehensible.

However, His Majesty the First Emperor seemed to think that wasn't enough, and then said something that made Qin Feng's brain freeze: "Because, Liu Bang is also my child! Liu Bang 'remains in the state,' meaning he stayed to guard the state!"

Heavens, this world must be insane! This slogan, "Even if Chu has only three households left, it will surely be Chu that destroys Qin," is practically treasonous. It was actually Qin Shi Huang himself who ordered it to be spread?

And later, the one who came to Qin with Xiang Yu, defeated him, and ascended the throne was none other than Qin Shi Huang's son?!

This is simply too unbelievable!

"But since Liu Bang is also your child, Prince Fusu is also your child, and Qin Er Shi (Hu Hai) is also your child, why did you make them fight each other?" Qin Feng asked, seemingly an idiot.

"Because only in this almost brutal battle of wits and courage can I truly find the one who can inherit my throne!" His Majesty the First Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, an unparalleled domineering aura, uniquely his own Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, instantly filling the entire world!

Truly worthy of being called the First Emperor of all time!

Only he possessed such audacity, treating the entire empire as a chessboard, using the tens of thousands of Qin people, numerous valiant generals, strategists, and all the drawbacks left by Qin's unification of the seven kingdoms, even the opportune moment, geographical advantage, and popular support—all as pawns. He was even willing to abandon the Qin dynasty, a name the Ying people had used for centuries, all to select a truly qualified successor who met his standards!

Qin Feng felt a chill run deep through his bones. Although his strength surpassed Qin Shi Huang's, and his stature was no shorter, he had no choice but to look up to him!

Perhaps "turning his hand to make clouds and rain" was insufficient to describe Qin Shi Huang's methods. A man who could accomplish in eleven years the dreams of previous dynasties that had been pursued to the ends of the earth, a man who could plant his own seeds within a few decades of his reign, thus determining the course of history for over four hundred years—this was a figure beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!

Although he knew he couldn't compare to Qin Shi Huang in terms of skill and intelligence, Qin Feng still clung to something as if it were a lifeline, questioning, "Even if you became the first emperor of all time, even if your methods were extraordinary, even if you influenced the course of Chinese history for over four hundred years, your own flesh and blood turned against each other, many of your clansmen died because of your decision, the empire you built was ultimately ravaged by war, and countless ordinary people lost their homes and families because of your decision..."

"The most ruthless are those in the imperial family! An emperor should consider the entire empire, not just a few years or decades! An emperor must have the heart of an emperor! Slaughter, rewards, fiefdoms, gratification, imprisonment, etc., are all methods used by an emperor! What an emperor needs is a cold heart!" Qin Shi Huang looked at Qin Feng with a pitying gaze.

"A cold heart?" Qin Feng's eyes were now completely blank. He had always thought he was ruthless enough, his aura of killing heavy enough, but facing Qin Shi Huang, he realized how far he was from his level.

"An emperor cannot be swayed by his emotions. So-called kinship, so-called love, so-called friendship are all things that affect an emperor's ability to make correct judgments, and they should all be eliminated! Remember, a true emperor has no family, no friends, no lover! Loneliness and solitude are the true destiny of every emperor!" Qin Shi Huang walked a foot away from Qin Feng, stopped, and said in a deep voice.

"Is this the heart of an emperor?" Qin Feng's eyes were now filled with deep confusion, and he murmured to himself.

Chapter 284 True Dragon Qi vs. Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms

"This is the heart of an emperor! Domination and benevolence are judged only by whether they benefit the entire country!" Qin Shi Huang stared into Qin Feng's eyes and said slowly.

"But then, you'll have no friends, no family, no lover. No one to share the joy of success or the sorrow of failure. Everyone will fear you, dread you, but no one will truly understand or admire you..." Qin Feng murmured.

"There is only one place in the world, above all others, where one holds supreme power, controls the lives of millions, and dominates everything! This power, this glory, is something everyone desires. Therefore, many people aspire to sit on this throne. Thus, all sorts of schemes, plots, killings, and all sorts of despicable things happen around it!" Qin Shi Huang seemed to have seen through everything in his gaze, his deep voice almost making Qin Feng feel as if he had returned to the Qin Dynasty.

"How should I sit?" Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng came to his senses, his eyes flashing as he looked at Qin Shi Huang and asked.

"Very good. Your ability to quickly regain your composure shows your remarkable resilience!" Qin Shi Huang nodded approvingly, looking at Qin Feng.

"You have mastered the art of killing and punishing, and you have mastered the art of reward and punishment. You are inherently distrustful of friendship, and your dearest love has been sealed within Nuwa's Tears. Therefore, what will ultimately be extinguished is your kinship." Qin Shi Huang spoke slowly, as if he held everything about Qin Feng in his hands.

"Then, what should I do?" Qin Feng composed himself and asked.

"Kill me!" His Majesty the First Emperor said calmly, as if discussing something completely unrelated to him.

"Kill you?" Even though Qin Feng had prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but be shocked, looking at the smiling Qin Shi Huang with astonishment.

"Yes, kill me! In this world, besides me, you have no other true kin. Moreover, in terms of blood ties, the father of this body is indeed me!" His Majesty the First Emperor continued, his words never hesitant to be outdone.

"Isn't there any other way?" Qin Feng wasn't exactly a soft-hearted person, but as Qin Shi Huang had said, in this unfamiliar world, the only one still somewhat distant from Qin Feng was the First Emperor himself!

"Of course, if you don't kill me, then I will kill you! The empire I've built must be handed over to a true emperor to manage!" The First Emperor paused. He said in a deep voice,

"I..."

"And don't forget the burden you bear. If you fail, everything will be for naught! Including anything you care about!" The First Emperor didn't give Qin Feng a chance to continue. "Then ca

n't I just not do it? I'll retreat to the mountains, I'll live in seclusion, I won't care about worldly affairs, I won't go back, okay?" Qin Feng was somewhat frustrated at this moment. He shouted at the First Emperor.

"You can't go back. Since you escaped from the capital, you've embarked on a road of no return. If you want to survive, you can only keep moving forward!" The First Emperor remained unmoved and said.

"Will you kill me or not?" The temperature was as cold as a December day. The previously smiling Qin Shi Huang suddenly seemed like a different person, his face icy as he stared at Qin Feng.

"I..." Qin Feng was clearly unable to adapt to Qin Shi Huang's change. He wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened, and he was sent flying backward, taking more than ten steps before regaining his footing.

"I said, if you don't kill me, I will kill you!" A bloodthirsty glint flashed in the First Emperor's eyes, his fists glowed with indigo, and an aura like the vast ocean surged from his body as he charged towards the unsteady Qin Feng.

Ying Clan's Ultimate Technique—The Seventh Layer of the Hun Tian Bao Jian: Indigo Ocean's Roar!

Qin Shi Huang's sneak attack had only knocked Qin Feng away, causing no actual harm. However, Qin Feng could clearly feel the intense killing intent emanating from the First Emperor; this killing intent, emanating from the very bones, could not be imitated.

"Ahhhhhh!" The First Emperor's black robe suddenly ripped open, revealing his strong, muscular body. A dark green, dragon-like phantom coiled around his body, slowly moving—the very aura of a true dragon, possessed only by the Son of Heaven!

Revealing this aura, the First Emperor resembled a coiled dragon, staring intently at Qin Feng.

"It seems there's only one left. Otherwise, I can't guarantee I'll leave here alive," Qin Feng thought to himself, but his hands didn't hesitate, quickly assuming a defensive stance, watching the First Emperor.

"Hahhhhhh!" With a roar from the First Emperor, a dark green Eastern dragon leaped from his body, baring its fangs and claws, attacking Qin Feng. At the same time, a devastating fist force slammed towards Qin Feng's head.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, his entire body erupting with the power of the Azure Sky. A crimson flame instantly enveloped him, turning his silver-white hair crimson, and his eyes flashed with a ferocious, blood-red light. He

clenched his fists tightly against the attacking First Emperor, unleashing a burst of crimson light as he charged forward.

With a deafening boom, both Qin Feng and the First Emperor were forced back several steps. One had been gathering power for an attack, while the other was hastily preparing for battle. Clearly, although Qin Feng's cultivation had been partially sealed by the Demon Refining Pot Spirit, he was still a cut above the First Emperor.

"Ahhhhhh!" The First Emperor, having missed his attack, retreated several steps and forcefully slammed his fist into the ground, launching himself into the air. He glided through the air like a dragon emerging from the abyss, hurtling towards the First Emperor.

Qin Feng, taking several steps back, smiled faintly. His palms moved rapidly, and he floated in mid-air. A golden light shone through the previously crimson aura, exuding an overbearing power, as if he wanted to trample everything in the world under his feet. This was

the ancient Chinese martial art – the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms: The Regretful Dragon!

One was a Ying family secret technique imbued with the true dragon's energy; the other was a peerless martial art that would later dominate the martial world with its domineering power. One was a true dragon, the other a dragon-subduing technique!

These two naturally antagonistic forces finally collided violently in mid-air!

The entire sky above the Star-Picking Tower became ablaze with light!

Chapter 285: The Collapse of the Star-Picking Tower

With a deafening roar, violent energy surged wildly above the Star-Picking Tower. The once towering tower swayed precariously in the violent collision.

Both Qin Feng and the First Emperor Ying Zheng involuntarily retreated dozens of feet.

"Wow~~" After retreating dozens of feet, the First Emperor spat out a mouthful of blood. The dark green dragon tattoo on his body turned black after being stained with blood, as if it had come alive and was swimming on the First Emperor's body. His dragon eyes blinked and stared at Qin Feng, who had also retreated dozens of feet and had a pale golden face.

Legend has it that the First Emperor was the son of a black dragon, born with divine dragon protection, and now, seeing this, it was indeed true. The clash between the True Dragon Qi and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was a clash of equals, but the battle had to continue. As the First Emperor said, only one of them could leave alive!

Relatively speaking, although Qin Feng's energy was partially sealed by the essence blood of the Demon Refining Pot Spirit, cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and his cultivation was idle at the Twelve-Winged Angel level, he was still a level above the First Emperor, only unable to unleash his full power.

"Ah~~~~~~ Ha~~~~~~" As the black dragon tattoo on his body continued to move, the First Emperor's body gradually swelled, eventually doubling in size. The black dragon tattoo on his body even detached from his body, transforming into a solid black divine dragon, constantly circling the First Emperor.

"Use your full power, or you'll die a horrible death!" The First Emperor, now unrecognizable, flashed a struggle before roaring at Qin Feng. His expression then twisted into a ferocious grimace. Gasping for breath, jet-black energy instantly enveloped him, forming a dragon-shaped armor of pure energy that clung to his body. A dragon pattern appeared on his face, almost completely obscuring half of it.

"Yaaaaaa!" With a roar from Qin Feng, the crimson energy that had been coiling around him suddenly erupted with dazzling light. A gigantic, clawing phantom of a blood tiger appeared behind him. With

a sharp "thud," Qin Feng was sent flying. The First Emperor, who had been twenty-odd feet away, now stood where Qin Feng had been. The dragon phantom coiled around him appeared even more ferocious, the dragon pattern on his face protruding, as if congested with blood, turning a deep crimson.

"I told you, if you can't kill me, then I will kill you! Unleash your full power and kill me, fight me like a man! You should know that if you die, your women will be wantonly humiliated by those bastards in the divine realm, your subordinates will suffer a fate worse than death, and the empire you've painstakingly built will easily fall into the hands of those bird-men. And you, the culprit who caused all this, are you just going to die such a pathetic death at my hands?" The First Emperor roared, his face contorted with rage as he stared at Qin Feng, who lay sprawled not far away.

"Huff huff... heh heh..." Qin Feng, knocked to the ground by the First Emperor, gasped for breath, struggling to get up.

"Get up, get up! You bastard!" Seeing Qin Feng sprawled on the ground, the First Emperor lunged forward, grabbed Qin Feng by the collar, and unleashed a torrent of punches.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" A series of crisp sounds of fists striking flesh echoed as Qin Feng, like a sandbag, was relentlessly pounded by the First Emperor. Suddenly, a dazzling golden-red light erupted from Qin Feng's body, and an invisible energy forcefully blasted the First Emperor away.

"Eee! Yah!" Qin Feng roared again. The blood-red giant tiger phantom, which had almost vanished, seemed to have taken a stimulant. Not only did it materialize, but it also resembled the black dragon coiled around the First Emperor. Its pair of tiger eyes, gleaming with a ferocious blood-red light, revealed an air of dominance over the world.

"Good, you've finally shown your strength. Very good. Come on, kill me, or I'll kill you!" A strange excitement flashed across the First Emperor's face, which was covered with dragon patterns. His body swelled up a bit more as he roared at Qin Feng.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo~~~Hoo-hoo-hoo~~~" With Qin Feng's almost roaring panting, a blood-red lightning bolt suddenly struck the First Emperor.

Before the First Emperor could react, the lightning bolt slammed into him.

"Pfft~~~" The emperor was sent flying backward, spitting blood into the air.

The lightning bolt then revealed its form: Qin Feng, his hair now blood-red, his eyes contorted in a ferocious rage!

"Good, good..." The First Emperor, instead of being angry after being sent flying by Qin Feng's punch, was delighted and roared excitedly.

"Come on~~" The First Emperor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pushed off the ground, and attacked Qin Feng.

"Ah~~" The red light in Qin Feng's eyes dimmed considerably. Before the emperor could attack, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged at the First Emperor.

"Boom~~~" The two figures, as fast as lightning, clashed instantly, then pushed off the ground and collided again!

"Boom~~~"

"Boom~~~"

...

A series of violent and intense muffled sounds echoed above the Star-Picking Tower.

The scattered energy nearly tore apart the space around the tower. The tower, seemingly unable to withstand the violent energy, finally collapsed with a loud "Boom~~" after Qin Feng and the First Emperor had clashed countless times with all their might!

With the collapse of the Star-Picking Tower, some trees and low buildings around it could no longer bear the weight and crumbled, stirring up clouds of dust!

"Ah~~~ Kill Without Trace... Netherworld Devouring God Technique~~~" A furious shout from Qin Feng echoed from within the dust.

A surge of energy, seemingly capable of shattering the heavens and earth, slammed violently towards a certain direction within the dust with the force of thunder and lightning!

Chapter 286 The First Emperor's Demise

With Qin Feng's roar, a dark vortex seemed to appear in the void. An irresistible suction force frantically drew everything outside the vortex. Waves of deathly and bloodthirsty energy permeated the entire world through the vortex's eye-like opening, turning the entire area within dozens of feet of the Star-Picking Tower into a dim, apocalyptic scene.

"Well done! The Celestial Mirror of Heaven's Purple River!" A roar echoed from the direction of Qin Feng's attack, and instantly, purple light burst forth, like a galaxy in the sky, cleaving the previously dark and boundless world. With a surging, overwhelming force, it met Qin Feng's attack head-on! The

inky black and dazzling purple energies collided like sworn enemies, exploding with a dazzling brilliance, causing everyone's eyes to tremble!

Immediately afterward, time seemed to freeze for half its duration. The previously dark vortex and the dazzling purple starry river vanished abruptly, revealing Qin Feng and the First Emperor.

A wisp of mystical energy slid freely through the air.

"Hehe...good...good..." Looking at the hand piercing his chest, the First Emperor actually laughed heartily.

"Why didn't you dodge..." Qin Feng looked at the First Emperor's right hand, which had stopped just three inches from his chest, and then at the First Emperor's now childlike, genuine smile, and asked with a complex mix of emotions.

"Concentrate your mind and energy, let the energy return to your six internal organs..." As the First Emperor spoke, a profound scripture entered Qin Feng's consciousness, accompanied by a strange and powerful energy that flowed from Qin Feng's arm, which had pierced the First Emperor's chest.

As this energy entered Qin Feng's body, the image of the black dragon that had been coiled around the First Emperor gradually dimmed. Conversely, Qin Feng's bare upper body... The muscles that had been coiled like dragons suddenly began to twist strangely, and then, a blood-red dragon, quite similar to the black dragon that had once adorned Qin Feng's body, yet distinct, appeared on his skin. It was more accurately described as having more intricate markings and a much larger size!

The dragon's raised head, its waving claws, and its writhing body all exuded an overwhelming sense of its immense power!

"Hehe... My mission... is finally complete... This... is not ordinary... but... a true imperial dragon inherited from the divine land of China... You... must make good use of... this divine dragon... it will have effects you can't even imagine..." The First Emperor's face turned deathly pale, his eyes, which had previously displayed an aura of dominance over the world, dimmed, and his body, which had swelled to twice its original size, gradually shrank until it was only three-quarters of its original size!

"Being able to kill me means that the heart of an emperor has taken root in your heart. You must remember, an emperor cannot have emotions! A place that possesses emotions will not only face death... Remember... remember..." The First Emperor looked at Qin Feng, who had absorbed the energy he had transferred, a faint blush flashing across his face, his voice growing softer and softer until finally, he fell silent.

The First Emperor, the first emperor of all time in Chinese history, finally passed away after thirty years of toil in another world!

Qin Feng felt no sorrow. Perhaps for an emperor, true death is a true liberation.

Holding the gradually cooling body of the First Emperor, Qin Feng slowly walked out of the Star-Picking Tower. He was puzzled by the actions of an old eunuch standing outside the tower.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Emperor of Great Qin!" The old eunuch immediately knelt down upon seeing Qin Feng.

"I am not your Qin Emperor. Jin Huang is dead," Qin Feng said coldly after a pause.

"No, you are the Emperor of Great Qin!" the old eunuch hurriedly said.

"Me?"

"Yes, His Majesty the Late Emperor ordered this old servant to guard outside the Star-Picking Tower, saying that if he were to pass away, the throne would pass to His Highness Qin Feng, the Ninth Prince of Great Qin. Now that His Majesty the Late Emperor has passed away, Your Highness, you are now the Emperor of Great Qin!" the old eunuch explained hastily, seeing Qin Feng's disbelief.

"Oh? Then what should I do...?" Qin Feng glanced at the First Emperor's body he held in his arms and asked.

"The late emperor has arranged everything. Fifty thousand elite Tiger Warriors are already stationed outside the capital. These are the cream of the crop, personally trained by His Majesty over the past thirty years, more than ten times stronger than the so-called first empire's knightly order, the Golden Lion Knights!" the old eunuch said confidently.

"I'm just a deposed prince of the empire. What makes me think I can gain their trust?" Qin Feng asked with a cold smile.

"The late emperor decreed that these Tiger Warriors obey orders, not just people. I suppose the late emperor must have given Your Majesty a golden token?" the old eunuch asked, looking at Qin Feng with suspicion.

Qin Feng's heart stirred. He took out a gold token from his spatial bag—one side bearing a five-clawed dragon, the other a small seal script character for "command"—that the First Emperor had just given him. He handed it to the old eunuch and asked, "Is this it?"

"It is! This gold token is the late Emperor's true dragon gold token, authorizing the various ministries. With it, Your Majesty, you can mobilize any army within the Qin territory. It is your sole credential for commanding the entire Qin!" The old eunuch glanced at it, nodding repeatedly like a pecking motion.

"I'll leave everything else to you. I'll first... properly bury... Father Qin..." Qin Feng frowned slightly and instructed.

"Your Majesty, the late Emperor's funeral cannot be so hasty... This... this is a matter of national importance..." Upon hearing Qin Feng's arrangement, the old eunuch turned ashen-faced and murmured.

"In that case... alright... just tell me directly, what should I do?" Qin Feng pondered for a moment and asked.

"If Your Majesty trusts this old servant, then please entrust this matter to me. As for the Tiger Legion stationed outside the city, I will have to trouble Your Majesty to

handle it..." The old eunuch glanced at Qin Feng and said cautiously. "Then, I'll leave it to you. Where is the Tiger Legion stationed?" Qin Feng gently handed the First Emperor's body to the old eunuch and asked.

"The Tiger Legion... is stationed at the Western Camp outside the city..." The old eunuch seemed to know about Qin Feng's past and said softly.

"The Western Camp? I haven't seen it for three years... This... the changes in people and things are truly unfathomable..." Qin Feng's face showed an indescribable expression as he murmured in a low voice.

Chapter 287 The Great Qin Iron Cavalry

Since the bloody night in the capital twenty years ago, the area within three miles of the Western Camp outside the Great Qin capital has been

a restricted zone, off-limits to ordinary people. For a time, things were relatively peaceful, but in the three months following the bloody night,

the Western Camp became anything but. Every day, the sounds of galloping horses and loud battle cries echoed from this secluded camp

, reminiscent of the bustling atmosphere under the command of "Raging Lion" Lei Men.

Strangely, many daring individuals who entered the restricted area found no

trace !

It was utterly deserted. Some who ventured into the restricted area at night never returned,

while others were found dead at its edge!

Over time, this forbidden zone became known as a ghost town.

But in reality, it was merely one of several elite troops secretly trained by the First Emperor over the past thirty years

.

The night was deep, the countless stars twinkling with a cold, piercing light. A desolate figure streaked through the air

, leaving a faint trail as he flew towards the Western Camp, known as the Ghost Realm.

"Three years, more than three whole years. I fled the capital in such a sorry state, never imagining I'd return as the Emperor of Qin.

I only wanted to settle scores with the Qin Emperor, but I never imagined he was the First Emperor, Ying Zheng. And I never imagined his siege of me was

merely a training exercise to groom me as his successor! Ah, the ways of the world are truly unpredictable.

" Qin Feng gazed at the faded characters before him, a hazy light passing through his eyes, and murmured to himself.

Under the cold starlight, the faded characters on the Western Camp's gate appeared particularly indistinct.

Just as Qin Feng sighed... A loud shout suddenly rang out from the darkness:

"Who goes there?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. Although he hadn't concealed his breath, with his Twelve-Winged Celestial Master

level skills, an ordinary person, even a Sword God, couldn't have detected him so quickly. Could

the Tiger Legion, personally trained by the First Emperor, really be that powerful?

Qin Feng didn't answer, his figure flashing as he rushed towards the Western Camp.

"Not good, enemy attack!" With several anxious shouts, the entire Western Camp erupted like a boiling pot.

Within a few breaths, squads of fully armored soldiers rushed out of their tents, seemingly without

any command, relying entirely on their daily training habits. These soldiers formed a

large, circular formation, combining offense and defense.

This made Qin Feng, watching from the air, nod in approval. From the alarm to the Dao's collapse, only thirteen

breaths had passed, two breaths less than the fifteen breaths Qin Feng usually used in training!

Don't underestimate the power of those two breaths! In battle, if your army's time is

two breaths ahead of the enemy's, you gain a two-breath advantage. This initial advantage is invaluable and cannot be measured in money or material possessions

. Often, it's these seemingly insignificant two breaths that determine the outcome of a battle!

Immediately afterward, several heavily armored cavalrymen galloped in from the command tent of the Western Camp. Leading them was a burly man, no less imposing than the original

"Angry Lion" Lei Men, with a golden beard and carrying a steel spear about three zhang long! He was presumably

the commander of the Western Camp's Tiger Legion.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into the Western Camp alone! Show yourself at once!" The generals strode confidently into the center of their ranks

, a hint of pride on their faces as they looked at the soldiers arrayed around them. They roared at the surrounding air.

By this time, Qin Feng had thoroughly scanned the entire Western Camp. The number of soldiers in the Western Camp

matched the old eunuch's prediction: a full 50,000. And they were cavalry!

A full 50,000 cavalry. 50,000 somewhat strange cavalry!

The reason he was considered somewhat strange was primarily due to his armor. These cavalrymen didn't wear the

traditional , but rather a standard hanging armor made of steel plates. This armor not only offered

comparable protection to the standard heavy armor, but also weighed only about a third of it!

Of course, this kind of armor, with a weight similar to light cavalry but far superior protection, was something

Qin Feng had never seen before in this world. Instead, it was the rags worn by the soldiers that made them look so unusual!

Upon seeing these rags, Qin Feng understood the origin of this cavalry! Throughout

China's thousands of years of history, except for periods of limited technology, which army, soldiers

and generals

alike, didn't wear helmets? Which army preferred to go into battle bare-chested rather than fully armored? Which army roamed the land unchallenged

?

The answer was only one: the Qin Iron Cavalry!

Indeed, the 50,000 elite warriors before Qin Feng were

the most past thirty years!

Looking at this army of 50,000, their imposing presence and overwhelming morale—like the stillness before a predator's prey, their every glance exuding a

murderous aura—Qin Feng understood

the power also understood the First Emperor's painstaking efforts in transforming the once declining Qin kingdom into what could be considered

the most powerful super-empire among the four great empires!

"Who goes there? Surrender immediately!" The bearded general, noticing that the intruder had not

appeared , felt a sinking feeling in his heart and shouted again in a deep voice.

Qin Feng's opinion was similar. Moreover, with the First Emperor's death and the uncertain situation in the capital, time was of the essence. He stopped pushing and shoving

, his figure flashing, and in the next instant, he appeared in the center of the circular formation set up by the 50,000 elite Tiger Cavalry!

The bearded general only saw a blur before his eyes, and then a figure appeared in the center of the formation. He wore a snow-white

robe, his long silver hair casually tied back, a chiseled face, and sword-like eyebrows. With his hands behind his back, his relaxed demeanor

exuded an overwhelming aura of power.

"You are…?" The bearded commander was startled, slightly clasped his hands, and asked.

"

I am Qin Feng!" Qin Feng said calmly, looking at the bearded general.

"Qin Feng… oh… so it's His Highness the Ninth Prince…" The bearded general was stunned, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He clearly remembered who Qin Feng was, and looked at Qin Feng, asking:

"May I ask what brings Your Highness here so late at night?" "

The late Emperor has passed away, and I, His Highness, have been decreed to succeed to the throne as the current Emperor of Qin!" Qin Feng said solemnly, looking at the bearded elf.

"Ah, His Majesty has passed away..."

"How is that possible? His Majesty inspected the army just a month ago..."

"That's right, I heard that this Ninth Prince was once hunted down by His Majesty...

" "And he once defected from the capital...

" "Didn't he go to the Mehes Empire later?

" "Yes...yes..."

"I heard he was some kind of killing god..."

"When did he return...?"

"And why would His Majesty pass the throne to him?"

"I think he's definitely a fraud!"

...

As Qin Feng's words fell, the surrounding Qin cavalrymen couldn't help but discuss among themselves. Several bolder ones even pointed at Qin Feng and whispered about his past. For a moment, the entire Western Camp was like a beehive, filled with discussions.

"Enough, silence!" "The bearded general, seeing his soldiers so brazen, roared in anger.

Hearing their commander's shout, the soldiers, who had been about to continue their discussion, immediately fell silent, all staring expectantly at the bearded general.

"Your Highness, what evidence do you have?" Having stopped the soldiers' jeering, the bearded general looked at Qin Feng and asked sternly.

"Does the general recognize this golden token?" Qin Feng slowly took out the golden token, waved it in front of the bearded general, and said calmly.

"The Dragon Soul Golden Token?!" The bearded general, who had initially been waiting for Qin Feng to embarrass himself, hadn't paid much attention to what Qin Feng had produced. However, when he briefly examined it under the starlight, he broke out in a cold sweat, immediately dismounted, knelt before Qin Feng, and cried out:

"This humble general, Kavatrons, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing the bearded general shout "Dragon Soul Golden Token," and seeing the highest-ranking general of the Western Camp kneel before Qin Feng, the other generals and soldiers trembled and knelt down, bowing to Qin Feng and saying, "

Greetings, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

"Rise," Qin Feng said, putting away the golden token and raising his hands. The entire camp of 50,000 soldiers felt an immense force compel them to their feet, looking at each other in shock. This Ninth Prince—no, now he should be called His Majesty—his strength was unfathomable!

"Your Majesty is mighty!" The bearded general, stunned by Qin Feng's gesture, bowed to him.

"Your Majesty is mighty!" the soldiers echoed, bowing to Qin Feng as well.

"The late Emperor passed away tonight, passing the throne to me, but I have been wandering for the past three years, my foundation unstable. I still need your help!" "Gentlemen, do not disappoint the expectations of the late Emperor and I!" Qin Feng waved his hand and addressed the soldiers.

"Yes, sir!" With the roar of over 50,000 men, Qin Feng felt a long-lost surge of exhilaration.

"Kavatronus!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"I order you to lead 30,000 troops to control all the streets and streets of the capital, seal off the four city gates, and allow entry but not exit! Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy!"

"Yes, sir!" The bearded general (Kavatronus) responded with a booming voice.

"The remaining 20,000 troops, follow me into the palace to ensure its safety!" Qin Feng nodded and shouted to the soldiers.

"Yes, sir!"

"Your Majesty, this humble general will take the lead!" Kavatrons bowed to Qin Feng from horseback and said in a deep voice.

"I entrust everything to the general!" Qin Feng raised his hand slightly and replied.

Following Kavatrons's command, the second, third, and fourth battalions, which Kavatrons had just named, galloped to the stables. About thirty breaths later, thirty thousand armored, elite cavalrymen followed Kavatrons.

"Reporting to the commander, the second, third, and fourth battalions are assembled!" A knight who appeared to be a lieutenant general rode forward after the formation was complete and reported.

"Good, second, third, and fourth battalions, listen to my command, advance with me! Target: the western gate of the capital!" With Kavatrons's command, the thirty thousand Qin cavalrymen responded with a thunderous roar.

In an instant, the entire western camp resounded with the thunderous sound of galloping hooves.

Watching the majestic figure of the thirty thousand Qin cavalrymen galloping away, Qin Feng nodded secretly. Indeed, they were worthy of being the elite cavalry trained by the First Emperor for thirty years!

Qin Feng glanced at the remaining 20,000 Qin cavalry, his eyes widening, and asked in a deep voice,

"This is your first time accompanying me on an operation. We are about to undertake a momentous task. Are you afraid, gentlemen?!"

"No!" the remaining 20,000 cavalrymen roared.

"Mount up!" At Qin Feng's command, the remaining 20,000 Qin cavalrymen surged to the stables, took their horses, and within moments formed a neat ranks before Qin Feng.

Silently sensing the chilling aura emanating from these 20,000 Qin cavalrymen, and the fierce, battle-hardened spirit forged in the crucible of steel and blood, they couldn't help but feel a deep, heartfelt admiration for the deceased First Emperor.

"Report... Your Majesty, General Kavatrons has taken control of the western gate and is currently approaching the eastern, southern, and northern gates of the capital. All major streets in the capital have been blocked by our army. Please make your decision, Your Majesty!"

Three quarters of an hour later, with the news of a valiant Qin cavalryman, the entire western camp fell silent.

Qin Feng had given this Qin Tiger Army a high estimate beforehand, but he never expected that they could complete the mission in such a short time!

"All soldiers, listen to my command! Advance! Target: the Imperial Palace!" Immediately, Qin Feng mounted the white horse prepared for him and gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Chapter 289 The Grand Marshal's Office Plans

Maya City Original Yanhuang City Grand Marshal's Office Council.

"Gentlemen, the vanguard of the allied forces has reached a point less than two days' journey from our Yanhuang City. They are expected

to pass through the Trelot Grand Canyon tomorrow. This is the intelligence reported by our winged scout team!" Catherine, clad in black armor

, spoke with a cold expression, her imposing phoenix eyes sweeping over the tribal leaders seated at the round table.

"Now let's examine the geography of the Trelot Grand Canyon." With a wave of her right hand, a large map of the canyon appeared on

the screen .

"Gentlemen, this is the Trelot Grand Canyon through which the allied forces will pass. According to the information sent back by the scout team, the allied forces will traverse

the canyon via this route!" Catherine said, pointing to the map.

"Sister-in-law Phoenix, then we can ambush them on the way!" Kuang Tianxiong, sitting in the seat of the Berserker Clan, suddenly blurted out

a remark that made everyone burst into laughter.

Originally, after Catherine and Tiger Soul arrived in Yanhuang City, Catherine and Aini, as rivals in love, should have been

at odds. However, perhaps due to their familiarity, or perhaps for some other reason, they not only

didn't become enemies, but also worked together peacefully to handle the affairs of Yanhuang City.

Catherine, accustomed to military strategy, was appointed as the deputy commander of Yanhuang City by Aini, while the commander naturally remained

Qin Feng, who had not yet returned.

And Catherine did not disappoint... He commanded respect and demonstrated exceptional ability, quickly integrating the various forces in Yanhuang City after taking office.

He firmly controlled all his troops and was revered by all tribes as their commander-in-chief, responsible for all military deployments in Yanhuang City

.

Of course, some were initially unconvinced. For example, Kuang Tianxiong. However, after Kuang Tianxiong was knocked to the ground thirty-six times by Catherine,

and without any chance to fight back, he completely submitted to this female general in black armor,

who seemed like an iceberg. To distinguish between Catherine and Aini, Kuang Tianxiong cleverly called Aini "Fox Girl

Sister-in-law" and Catherine "Phoenix Sister-in-law," though these were all used privately.

"Yes, Tianxiong is right. I did indeed plan to send troops to ambush them when they passed through the Grand Canyon!" Catherine's

expressionless face twitched a few times, a faint smile flashing in her cold eyes, and she nodded.

"Aha, good, Sister-in-law Phoenix, you must send me! While the boss was away, our Berserker Legion

's training has never slacked off! This time, we must be at the forefront!" Upon hearing this, Kuang Tianxiong immediately perked up,

disregarding that this was still a pre-battle discussion, and stood up to speak.

"Oh, so only your Berserker Legion didn't slack off. Our 30,000 Yan Yun Guards did? And the Netherworld Guards, the Asura Guards...

" Suddenly, "Raging Lion" Lei Men's thunderous voice rang out.

"That's right!"

Immediately, the leaders of the other legions echoed, making Kuang Tianxiong feel somewhat isolated and helpless, his face turning bright red with anxiety.

"Silence!" "With Catherine's cold command, the entire council chamber fell silent.

Kuang Tianxiong glanced gratefully at Catherine, then fell silent, afraid of being drawn back into the previous attack. Normally

, Kuang Tianxiong wouldn't have acted this way, but against one, he could guarantee he wouldn't lose;

against two, it would be a certain defeat.

"Gentlemen," Catherine said coldly, her gaze sweeping across the room. "Regarding this ambush, I believe that no matter which legion from Yanhuang City is sent, you

will not lose with your strength. The key is that we not only must win, but win decisively, minimizing our losses! And we must

inflict as many casualties as possible! Remember, we must inflict as many casualties as possible! After all, the allied forces boast a five million-strong army!

"

"Kill as many enemies as possible, not capture them." This statement reveals that Catherine's aim is to eliminate as many

enemy troops as possible. If this came from a seasoned veteran, or even a man, it might

not be surprising. But coming from a woman, a young woman, it's

hard for anyone, especially the men present, to accept.

"What's wrong? Is there anything you don't understand about my orders?" Seeing

the flashed with a sharp light, and her voice grew even colder as she asked.

"Yes, Vice Commander!"

"The enemy has a full five million—remember, five million, not fifty thousand or five hundred thousand! And there are a full one hundred thousand

angels who have parachuted in from the divine realm! We, at most, have no more than two hundred and fifty thousand! This isn't just a difference in numbers!

Therefore, we absolutely cannot have any merciful thoughts, because what concerns us is not just our own

lives , but everything we have is inextricably linked to Yanhuang City! Understand?"

"Understood!"

Catherine's eyes flashed with a sharp light as she continued, "Gentlemen, now is not the time for womanly compassion. As the saying goes, 'A merciful general cannot command an army

.' For the final victory, or rather, for our survival, we do not need prisoners!"

No prisoners!

These five thunderous words sent a chill down the spines of the assembled military commanders. Even

Annie, who had always been a staunch supporter of Catherine, frowned.

"Do you have any further questions?" Catherine glanced around and asked.

The entire council chamber fell silent, save for the suppressed breathing of the assembled members.

"Since there isn't one, then our method for this ambush will be: fire! So this time, we're deploying

30,000 Netherworld Guards and the powerful Mad Dragon Legion!"

"Yes!" Upon receiving the order, Kuang Tianxiong and the commander of the Netherworld Guards stood up excitedly.

"Remember, you absolutely must annihilate the vanguard of these 300,000 allied troops! Can you do it?"

"We can!" Kuang Tianxiong's eyes flashed with an excited, ferocious light as he took the lead in responding.

Chapter 290 The Supervisor of the Army

The Trilot Grand Canyon is located within the Mayan Wasteland, only a day's journey from Yanhuang City. It is Yanhuang City's last natural

barrier . If they cross the Trilot Grand Canyon, the vanguard of the allied forces can directly attack Yanhuang City.

This time, the commander of the army is none other than the Grand Marshal of the Mehes Empire, the old sword saint Cherno. Before this expedition, Cherno had

declined this assignment due to his advanced age and poor health. However, after a personal visit from His Majesty Brad of Mehes, the old marshal Cherno had no choice

but to accept the assignment.

Cherno, as the first general in the Mehes Empire to deal with Qin Feng, knew him best.

The image of Qin Feng, single-handedly rampaging through the Hulan army, slaying generals and capturing flags, his body covered in blood, like a demon god, was deeply

etched in his mind.

The old marshal had seen countless soldiers throughout his life, but none as bloodthirsty as Qin Feng. Moreover

, the old marshal knew all too well how powerful the Hulan people were, yet Qin Feng, with only 30,000 iron cavalry

and his own killing prowess, had annihilated the Hulan tribe, who had lived on the Keqin Grassland for thousands of years!

Furthermore, Grand Marshal Cherno could clearly sense that Qin Feng hadn't even used his full strength to wipe out the Hulan tribe.

He could imagine how terrifying Qin Feng would be if he did. Therefore, Cherno was unwilling to confront Qin Feng directly.

However, as the Grand Marshal of the Empire, perhaps from the moment he assumed this position, he was no longer in control of many things,

such as the annihilation of Qin Feng's troops in Yanhuang City.

"Marshal, the Trilot Grand Canyon is just ahead! According to intelligence, once we pass through this canyon, we can

directly attack Yanhuang City! It's estimated that there are about 200,000 enemy troops inside Yanhuang City, a full 100,000 fewer than us!" Marshal Cherno's

lieutenant reported to the somewhat distracted Cherno based on the information from his scouts.

"Oh, we've reached the Trilot Grand Canyon?" Marshal Cherno snapped out of his reverie and nodded,

indicating he understood. Looking up at the towering canyon walls in the distance, a sense of unease crept into his heart. The towering canyon walls

seemed like an inescapable shadow, looming over Grand Marshal Cherno's mind.

"Hmm, let's bypass this canyon. I don't know why, but I have a strange feeling about it," Grand Marshal Cherno

said to his lieutenant, frowning.

"Marshal, we..." The lieutenant was clearly incredulous that Grand Marshal Cherno, usually so meticulous, would

change the marching route based on his intuition. This had never happened before.

"No need to say more. This is my feeling after a lifetime of fighting. Trust me, it's correct. Go to the vanguard immediately and relay my

order: the entire army must change course immediately and bypass the Trilot Grand Canyon!"

"But this will make us a day later than expected, Marshal!" The lieutenant stood still

, still looking bewildered.

"Don't ask so many questions. Do as I command immediately! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!" Grand Marshal Cherno

said impatiently.

"Yes, Marshal!" The lieutenant was startled and quickly replied.

If the allied forces followed the orders of the old swordsman Cherno, the battle plan of Yanhuang City might have to be completely revised

, and the 40,000 elite troops of Yanhuang City who were originally lying in ambush in the Trilot Grand Canyon might have wasted a whole day waiting.

Unfortunately, this time the allied forces had an additional position that was on par with the marshal—the military supervisor! And the person sitting in this

position was the son of a cardinal of the Vatican, named Vatican! This cardinal's son was ambitious

, simple-minded, and a typical spoiled brat. Relying on his father's position as one of the high-ranking cardinals of the Vatican, he managed to secure a decent

job, such as the military supervisor of the vanguard this time.

"Grand Marshal Cherno, although you are one of the top figures in Mehes, one of the four great sword saints of the continent, do not forget

that our Holy See is the initiator and organizer of this holy war. This time, we are here on the orders of the Holy Maiden,

not leisure. We are here to wipe out Qin Feng, the accomplice of this blasphemer! According to our scouts, Yanhuang City

has at most 200,000 troops! We have a full 300,000, 300,000 more than them! Therefore, in this battle,

we must not only win, but win decisively, after all, we are 300,000 against 200,000!" Upon learning of Grand Marshal Cherno

's order for the entire army to detour, Vatican immediately stormed into Grand Marshal Cherno's tent and said arrogantly.

After all, the other party was the son of a cardinal holding a high position in the Papacy, and with the Papacy now

aided by a legion of 100,000 angels from the divine realm, their strength was arguably unparalleled. Therefore, Grand Marshal Cherno patiently explained,

"Although the enemy has 100,000 fewer troops than us, but..."

"There are no buts... My esteemed Grand Marshal, you must understand, we are the vanguard of the Papacy's 5 million-strong allied army, I..."

"Our job is to clear obstacles in the army's path! Do you expect the army to take a detour,

wasting ? Besides, with Yanhuang City's minimal troop strength, do you think they'd even bother to send troops to ambush us? Haha

… do they even have the capacity to spare troops?" Vatican arrogantly interrupted Grand Marshal Cherno, shaking his head as he spoke.

"But…"

"But what, my respected Grand Marshal Cherno?! Have you grown old and lost the drive of your youth

? Think about it carefully. If you were the commander of Yanhuang City, facing an enemy many times your size, wouldn't closing the gates and holding out be the only

option?! Alright, my Grand Marshal, don't worry about it. We must clear all

obstacles ! Of course, if we can take Yanhuang City, then… it won't just

be a simple victory! Haha~"

"Then… let's do as the supervising officer says." "Grand Marshal Cerno sighed deeply, looking at Vatican, who was lost in

his own bright future, and somewhat helplessly gave an order to his lieutenant.

"Yes, Marshal!" "

Chapter 291 Ambush

" "Good heavens, they're almost in the designated area, should we prepare..." In a highly concealed ditch within the canyon, a tall man almost entirely encased in a layer of dark iron armor glanced at the allied generals marching towards the canyon and whispered to Kuang Tianxiong, the trembling deputy commander of the Berserker Legion, who was also encased in thick heavy armor.

However, when he noticed Kuang Tianxiong's trembling (let's assume he could still tremble in his heavy iron armor), he couldn't help but ask a question he would regret for the rest of his life:

"Boss, are you scared... ouch..."

Before he could finish, the Berserker Legion member felt a sharp pain in his helmeted head, and a suppressed, yet furious, voice, like muffled thunder, boomed: "I'm trembling with excitement, understand?! The thought of these people becoming tools of our Yanhuang City makes me incredibly excited!" "My Fire-Binding Poison Dragon Staff hasn't been stained with blood in ages, hehe..."

"Boss..." The Berserker Legion member shook his head, which was still a little dizzy from being hit by Kuang Tianxiong, and then said.

"What is it?" Kuang Tianxiong desperately suppressed his bloodlust, which was about to erupt into a roar, and asked through gritted teeth.

"Then... when do we start... they've already entered the pre-set location! The vice commander on the other side has already given the attack signal!" The Berserker Legion member pointed to a wisp of barely perceptible black smoke rising above the other side.

"Hmm? Is that so? Let me see... aha... not bad... that's right... the vice commander has already given the order to attack!" Kuang Tianxiong excitedly punched the Berserker Legion member and roared.

"Brothers, since we Berserkers followed our Boss Qin Feng, not only have we been cured of the incurable disease that has plagued us for ten thousand years, but also..." We now live a life where we have enough to eat and wear. We even wear the armor we've always dreamed of and wield weapons forged from fine iron. Some of our brothers have even ridden the Ironclad Silverback Terrain Dragons, something we never dared to imagine before! All of this was provided for us by our leader, Qin Feng! Now, the Holy See is attacking us while Qin Feng is away. But they never expected that not only has Qin Feng returned, but we, this Berserker Clan who have been away from the battlefield for tens of thousands of years, have finally returned to our most proficient place at this historic moment! Let us use the blood of our enemies to commemorate the ten thousand years of silence our Berserker Clan has endured. Let this battle tell the world that our Berserker Clan has returned!

As Kuang Tianxiong delivered his deep and stirring speech, the three thousand Berserker warriors of the Berserker Legion, ambushed on the canyon bank, felt their blood boil. They all involuntarily went berserk, their three thousand blood-red eyes fixed on the three hundred thousand-strong allied army that was passing through the canyon.

"Mount Dragons!" As Kuang Tianxiong summoned his armored silver-backed ground dragons from another dimension, three thousand adult armored silver-backed ground dragons, each several meters long, appeared out of thin air on the canyon bank. These three thousand ground dragon riders immediately mounted their mounts, one hand holding the reins, the other wielding a spiked club, awaiting Kuang Tianxiong's next command.

"Kill!"

"Kill~~~~~~"

With Kuang Tianxiong's command, the three thousand armored silver-backed ground dragons launched simultaneously. Each heavily armored knight, with a burly physique, rode on the silver back of the ground dragon, charging like a torrent towards the slowly advancing allied army in the canyon!

At the same time, as if responding to the berserkers' actions, a deafening battle cry erupted from the opposite bank of the canyon. Then, a black torrent of iron poured down from the opposite bank, plunging directly into the allied army.

These two torrents clearly caught the allied army off guard; in the blink of an eye, they had divided the entire allied army into three sections!

In an instant, the allied forces were thrown into chaos, with some unfortunate soldiers being trampled to death by their own comrades. The allied formation was thrown into disarray.

"Heavens! Those damned Qin Feng accomplices! They actually set up an ambush in this canyon! I...the God of Light...will absolutely not forgive their blasphemy against God...We...must...punish these heretics to the death...as a warning to others..." At this moment, Vatican, the commander of the allied vanguard, sitting in a carriage, was terrified and pale. Surrounded by his Vatican guards, he spoke in a trembling voice.

"My lord, let's leave everything to Grand Marshal Cherno for now," said a quick-witted guard beside Vatican.

"Yes, how could I forget? Where is Cherno? Where did Cherno go...Cherno..." Vatican's eyes lit up, as if grasping at a lifeline, and he spoke with all his might, though his voice still trembled.

---

Just as the allied forces were in chaos, a calm voice resounded throughout the battlefield:

"Don't panic! Maintain formation! Form ranks, shield bearers on the outside, spearmen on the inside, archers prepare to fire, knights ready! Mages, take to the skies!" The only one

who could remain sober and composed at this moment was none other than Grand Marshal Cherno, the old swordsman and Grand Marshal of the Mehes Empire!

"Yes, Marshal!" a knight from the allied forces shouted excitedly.

"Understood!"

"The enemy numbers are so small! We have a full 300,000! They have at most 100,000. Everyone, don't panic, maintain formation, do as I just said, and encircle them!" Grand Marshal Cherno had now clearly assessed the situation. Seeing the sparse strength of the Yanhuang City forces, he raised his voice, instantly

stabilizing the morale of the allied forces. At this moment, the strength of this elite Mehes Empire force became apparent, quickly stabilizing the chaotic situation and initiating resistance.

The allied heavy infantry quickly took their positions at the forefront, forming a defensive line with their shields and bodies, as ordered by Grand Marshal Cerno. Then, the pikemen also aimed their spears at the charging three thousand Dragon Knights and twenty thousand Nether Guards.

Chapter 292 Dragon Knights

"Charge!" The raging Dragon Legion, with its deafening battle cries, effortlessly cut the Mehes Empire's forces in two. They didn't stop there, quickly splitting into three groups of one thousand men each. Taking advantage of the Mehes Empire's momentary lapse in attention, they killed approximately five to six thousand of their elite soldiers. However, following Grand Marshal Cherno's orders, these Mehes Empire elites lived up to their reputation, quickly regaining their footing and surrounding the Dragon Legion!

Similarly, the twenty thousand Netherworld Guards who had also charged down were now in the same predicament.

"Good! Ha! Haha, they're so overconfident! They dare to charge our 300,000-strong army with only a few tens of thousands! Haha... Don't they know that with me, the son of the devout and wise Cardinal Vatican, in command, they won't have any chance? Look, our valiant warriors have finally surrounded these blasphemers!" At this moment, Vatican, having witnessed everything, emerged from his carriage, surrounded by his guards, and shouted loudly, a stark contrast to his previous panicked and ashen-faced appearance! "

Archers, prepare! Target at 45 degrees, free fire! Nock, ready!" With Grand Marshal Cerno's command, Vatican seemed to have taken a stimulant, echoing repeatedly, looking at the surrounded Dragon Cavalry and Netherworld Guards as if they were already dead! However

, no matter how many ants there are, they can't kill an elephant, and no matter how fierce a sheep is, it can't defeat a tiger!

"No, no, we've fallen into a trap! Get out of the way..." Grand Marshal Cherno, seeing the mocking and sarcastic smiles on the faces of the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and Netherworld Guards trapped in the center of the formation, felt a surge of intense unease and hurriedly shouted his orders.

As if to confirm Cherno's unease, the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and Netherworld Guards, surrounded by the Mehes Empire, suddenly erupted in a deafening roar, followed by a scene that nearly drove Grand Marshal Cherno to despair.

The Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry suddenly formed a cone-shaped formation, charging towards the Allied Forces' banner with Mad Sky Hero at the tip.

Those who hadn't experienced this battle wouldn't understand the sheer power of the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry, the elite of the Berserker Clan who had been away from the battlefield for ten thousand years, especially after being equipped with the eighth-level top-tier magical beast, the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon.

Of course, this included Grand Marshal Cherno. After all, regarding this army that had vanished from the battlefield for over ten thousand years, aside from some special races (such as the gods), most people only knew fragments of information from historical records.

"Wind! Wind! Great wind!"

With each blood-stained bugle call, the magnificent, raging dragon cavalry surged forward like a torrent, treading with deathly steps, brandishing their monstrous maces. Riding top-tier level eight magical beasts, they charged.

At this moment, facing this group of elite Meher Empire warriors who seemed like death itself, they felt their hearts leap out of their chests. Some of the more timid ones even involuntarily dropped their weapons, crouching on the ground, a stench emanating from between their legs. Those with more courage managed to hold their weapons, but their legs were too weak to even stand. They barely managed to support themselves with their weapons to avoid falling.

"Kill!" At the forefront of the charge, Kuang Tianxiong raised his spiked club high, glancing contemptuously at a spearman thrusting a spear towards his chest. He then puffed out his chest and charged forward.

With a resounding "whoosh," the spear pierced Kuang Tianxiong's chest, producing a sickeningly sharp sound.

Before anyone could react, a heart-wrenching scream echoed across the battlefield, causing the elite Mehes troops to involuntarily cry out in agony.

The spearman who had thrust at Kuang Tianxiong had his skull shattered, his white brain matter mingling with crimson blood, splattering all over Kuang Tianxiong's face.

"Heh heh! Those who stand in my way die!" Kuang Tianxiong grinned maliciously, licking the mixture of brain matter and blood from his lips. He drew his spiked club in the air and roared.

"Those who block my way shall die!" The remaining Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry felt their blood boiling, brandishing their spiked clubs and charging after Kuang Tianxiong towards the army of the Mehes Empire.

"Ah~~~~~~~~"

"Ah~~~~~~~~~"

"Ah~~~~"

Screams of agony echoed across the battlefield. The bloody scenes were enough to make one gasp. If Kuang Tianxiong smashing a soldier's skull to pieces was shocking, then the sight of over three thousand tigers among sheep, smashing the heads of the surrounding Mehes soldiers, was terrifying!

Fear, boundless fear, seemed to spread and infect the Mehes army. The soldiers no longer had the courage they had when they surrounded the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and the Netherworld Guards. Seeing the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry charging towards them like the Grim Reaper, most soldiers chose to retreat.

"It's berserkers...it's berserkers..."

"They're riding level eight top-tier magical beasts, the Ironclad Silverback Terrain Dragons..."

"How can we possibly defeat enemies like this..."

"They're just...ah..."

"God of Light, please save us..."

The entire allied army was gripped by boundless fear. Finally, one soldier, unable to bear the terror any longer, cried out, dropped his weapon, and ran back.

This run not only disrupted the formation of the Mehes Empire's army, but more importantly, it triggered a chain reaction. First, it was a few soldiers, then a couple of groups, and then small squads of soldiers running away.

"Damn it, the supervisors, go and kill that soldier who led the retreat, and kill all the fastest ones too!" Grand Marshal Cherno's forehead was furrowed into a deep frown as he ordered a row of knights in bright red armor behind him without turning his head.

"Understood!"

In stark contrast to the ruthless charge of the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry were the 20,000 Netherworld Guards who had also joined the battle!

Chapter 293: The Magic Guild

If the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry's tactics used their powerful physiques and overwhelming strength to crush the enemy, highlighting a perfect combination of power and speed, then the Netherworld Guards' tactics perfectly matched their name!

Three Netherworld Guard knights formed a group, like a sharp thorn, relentlessly pressing into the formation of the Mehes Empire's elite troops.

A top-tier Sword Emperor is also known as a Quasi-Sword Saint; one can imagine how strong a top-tier Sword Emperor is. The combat power unleashed by the small team of three Netherworld Guards, each possessing the strength of a Quasi-Sword Saint, was indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

With their formidable strength and tacit cooperation, although the Netherworld Guards' momentum wasn't as grand as the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry's, their breakthrough speed was in no way inferior, and in fact, slightly faster. After all, one side had 3,000, and the other 20,000!

If the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry were a pack of tigers descending from the mountains to pounce on their prey, then these 20,000 Netherworld Guards were a pack of venomous snakes baring their sharp fangs, ready to devour their prey!

In an instant, the entire elite force of the Mehes Empire was thrown into chaos. Those soldiers who had initially hoped to overwhelm their numbers completely abandoned any notion of human wave tactics after witnessing the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry's ferocious charge and the Netherworld Guards' unique combined attack techniques.

In just one round of the charge, thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands, of Mehes Empire's elite soldiers lay dead in pools of blood! Meanwhile, not a single enemy soldier fell; at most, they suffered only minor injuries.

The gap was insurmountable; it had reached a point where numbers couldn't bridge it.

"Shieldbearers, advance! Archers, target directly ahead, free scattering! Mages, ascend, prepare large-area spells!" Although the charge of the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and the Netherworld Guards instilled a profound sense of powerlessness in the battle-hardened Cherno, a veteran who had dealt with war his entire life, he was the first to recover from this unprecedented shock, rallying his spirits and shouting.

Whether it was Grand Marshal Cherno's order or something else, the previously chaotic soldiers of the Mehes Empire seemed to have found their anchor, struggling to overcome their fear. They began to deploy according to Grand Marshal Cherno's command.

Simultaneously, a dense barrage of arrows rained down on the charging Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and Netherworld Guards. While these arrows posed little direct threat to skilled warriors like the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and Netherworld Guards, they did slow their attack, forcing them to adopt defensive measures. They themselves were not afraid, but their eyes and the vital parts of their mounts could still be injured. Therefore, the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and Netherworld Guards' speed was slowed considerably.

"Mages, take to the air! Prepare the area-of-effect spell, Blazing Brahma!" Seeing that his troops had successfully blocked the two forces of Yanhuang City in two relatively open areas at the last moment, Grand Marshal Cherno immediately gave the order.

At this point, it was a race against time. If their mages could unleash the area-of-effect spell, Blazing Brahma, before the enemy broke through the human wall of shield infantry and spearmen, Grand Marshal Cherno believed victory would ultimately be theirs. Otherwise, their 300,000 troops would perish. Even if they managed to escape, it would be a huge blow to the morale and military deployment of the main allied forces following behind.

Clearly, the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and the Netherworld Guards understood this situation, and their attacks became far more swift and frenzied than before. These three thousand members of the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry seemed to have emerged from a battlefield of carnage; their bodies were splattered with blood, and fragments of limbs, even pieces of internal organs and brain matter clung to their armor, making their armored, silver-backed terrain dragons appear particularly grotesque.

Sometimes, people are like this; when fear reaches a certain limit, they become insane. Since they're going to die anyway, they might as well bite you before they die, making you suffer for a while. This was probably the feeling of these Mehes Empire soldiers at this moment.

Following Grand Marshal Cherno's order, the elite Mehes Empire force, which served as the vanguard, carried a full 10,000-strong magic regiment. These 10,000+ mages immediately ascended into the sky.

The mages, having ascended high into the sky, didn't pause for a moment. They immediately began deploying the area-of-effect spell, "Blazing Brahma," ordered by Grand Marshal Cherno—a level nine forbidden fire spell.

As the mages deployed their spells, various scorching fire elements frantically gathered above the Trelot Canyon, instantly turning the entire sky fiery red.

"Come on, my comrades! Our mages are preparing their forbidden spell! If we can hold out for a while, and once they're ready, we can wipe out these traitors of Yanhuang City!" Seeing his mages begin deploying their most powerful forbidden fire spell, Grand Marshal Cherno's pale face gradually regained color, confidence returned, and he spurred his horse forward, roaring with renewed vigor.

Upon hearing Grand Marshal Cherno's words, the elite troops of the Mehes Empire looked up and, sure enough, the sky had been dyed fiery red. Above the Trelot Canyon, the gathered fire elements, aided by nearly ten thousand fire mages, had covered an area of a hundred miles in radius above the canyon. The scorching air was almost unbearable, but to these elite troops of the Mehes Empire, it felt like springtime. They saw hope, they saw these indescribable people—let's call them people for now—hope that had been extinguished.

However, things often take a turn for the better at crucial moments, or perhaps "variable" would be a more accurate description.

A bird's cry that pierced the heavens instantly echoed throughout the battlefield. Then, the massive fire elements that had gathered above the canyon suddenly seemed to encounter something even more attractive, and to the astonishment of the Mehes Empire's mages, flew off in a certain direction.

Chapter 294 Breaking Boundaries with a Gun

"What on earth is going on? Why are the magical elements we painstakingly gathered leaving us uncontrollably?" Je'er Somo, the vice-captain of the magic corps of the elite force of the Mehes Empire, said to another mage beside him.

"Your Excellency Vice-Captain, I think there's something wrong with our magic, but I don't know... Oh... God of Light, what kind of monster is this?" The mage floating beside Vice-Captain Je'er Somo initially maintained a certain composure, speaking calmly, but soon his calmness and composure froze on his face. Looking at the place where the fire magic elements had gathered, his eyes revealed a deep fear.

"What's wrong... Oh... My God... This..." The vice-captain of the magic guild asked, startled. He then followed the gaze of the mage beside him towards the direction where the fire magic elements were converging, and his mouth dropped open in astonishment. The massive magical elements, gathered through the chanting of ten thousand mages, seemed to have found a long-lost relative, becoming incredibly joyful and, as if ignited, burning wildly, turning the entire sky above the Trelot Grand Canyon into a sea of fire.

Of course, this was only the beginning. As the sea of fire burned fiercely, a jet-black flame, seemingly from the deepest abyss, emerged from its center. Then, as if spreading, it slowly transformed the surrounding crimson flames into a deep black.

At the same time, a cry even more domineering and powerful than the previous bird call resounded from the sea of fire, causing these usually pampered mages to involuntarily shiver.

On the ground, the elite troops of the Mehes Empire were clearly encountering this situation for the first time. Their minds were inevitably distracted, and their movements slowed involuntarily.

However, while their minds were distracted and their movements slowed, their opponents did not. On the contrary, the Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry and the Netherworld Guards seemed to have taken some kind of stimulant, unleashing even greater fighting power than before. The Mehes Empire's

elite troops, who had previously been able to buy time with sheer numbers, could no longer hold on and retreated in disarray.

High in the sky, in the sea of fire that gradually turned into black flames, a gigantic figure suddenly appeared—a bird beyond description.

Its feathers were as black as ink, its crimson crest as bright as fire, and its blood-red eyes were filled with murderous intent. Its entire body was bathed in black flames, emanating a deathly aura and resentment that made even the soul tremble.

What was even more unbelievable, even terrifying, was that standing on this colossal figure was a human—a person whose gender and age were indistinguishable, shrouded entirely in a layer of gleaming black armor!

Je'er Somo, the vice-captain of the Mehes Empire's magic corps, could even sense that the oppressive aura emanating from this human was no less than that of the colossus beneath his feet, only it was skillfully concealed, or rather, suppressed.

"My God, it's a Fire Phoenix! This is the Phoenix family's guardian Fire Phoenix! No, this isn't just a Fire Phoenix, but a Hellfire Phoenix that has fallen into hell! Oh, my God, by the God of Light, how could Yanhuang City have such a monstrous existence?! Has the Fire Phoenix abandoned its faith in the gods and completely fallen into hell?" After a long while, another mage beside Je'er Somo suddenly exclaimed in shock.

"What? You're saying this is the Phoenix family's guardian phoenix?" Je'er Somo exclaimed in surprise.

"This isn't an ordinary Phoenix Phoenix, but an evolved version, a Hell Phoenix that has completely abandoned its faith in the gods and fallen into hell! Its strength far surpasses that of an ordinary Phoenix!" the mage explained.

"Then... the Phoenix... the Phoenix family's guardian... could this person be the eldest daughter of the Phoenix family, Catherine, who betrayed the Phoenix family last month? No, quick... quick... everyone chant spells to support the strongest barrier we can currently support! Hurry! There's no time to explain..." Je'er Somo pondered for a moment, then his face turned ashen, and he roared at the other mages who were looking at the enormous creature with fear and curiosity. They

didn't know why their vice-captain, Je'er Somo, would give such a strange order. However, the elite magicians of the Mehes Empire still habitually followed Je'er Somo's orders and began chanting.

Soon

, a massive barrier, covering almost the entire area below the Trelot Canyon and protecting the Mehes Empire's elite forces, was completed thanks to the efforts of these ten thousand magicians.

Je'er Somo looked at the divinely glowing barrier above him and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally secured it at the last moment. Now, they could safely engage in a formal battle with this traitor from the Phoenix family, who rode a beast comparable to a ten-thousand-year-old monster.

From beginning to end, Vice-Commander Je'er Somo had complete confidence in the barrier created by his ten thousand magicians. He never doubted that it could be easily breached. He thought that even if the enemy could break through, it would be several hours later, by which time the Yanhuang City troops below would have been completely wiped out by his magicians!

However, nothing is impossible. This barrier, created by ten thousand mages of the Mehes Empire and considered the most formidable in the world, was shattered by Catherine with a single move.

Riding atop the phoenix, Catherine seemed intent on crushing the Mehes soldiers' will to fight. With a light tap on the phoenix's back, she shot up above the barrier like a cannonball. Her Ink Dragon Heavenly Spear, imbued with unparalleled power, struck the barrier lightly amidst the astonishment of the Mehes mages. Instantly, the seemingly impenetrable barrier crumbled into dust!

This single strike sent a chill down the spines of the entire Mehes Empire's mages; it seemed even their combined strength was no match for her!

Chapter 295 Charge

It seemed that even Heaven had no intention of helping the elite troops of the Mehes Empire. Or perhaps their God of Light was still

lingering in the bed of some alluring goddess, unaware of the decision his loyal servants faced.

The shadow of death loomed over the heads of the Mehes Empire's elite soldiers like a mountain.

Catherine, who had shattered the combined attack of ten thousand mages of the Mehes Empire's magic corps with a single spear thrust, did not seize

the opportunity of this stunning display to continue her attack. Instead, she spurred her phoenix mount, which resembled a massive cosmic warship, to hover above the heads of the Mehes Empire's

elite , like a god, a god who held the power of life and death over them, majestically overlooking the various elites of the Mehes Empire

.

"What exactly does he want?" Inside the luxurious carriage,

Vatican, the supervising officer of the Holy War Alliance's vanguard, slumped inside like a dead dog, groaning as if drawing strength from a cushion

.

The oppressive aura of a superior filled the entire Trelot Grand Canyon. Marshal Cherno's face

was . This campaign against Yanhuang City had been a complete failure for him as commander-in-chief. He had not only

misjudged the enemy's intentions but also their troop strength, let alone the sudden appearance of

Catherine and her phoenix!

On the battlefield, misjudging the enemy and the war situation only leads to one fate!

This was a lesson Marshal Cherno, a veteran of countless battles, had understood since his first battle.

Currently, although the allied forces, or rather the elite troops of the Mehes Empire, still constituted the majority in numbers, their morale

and combat strength were far inferior. Not to mention

Catherine .

The Grand Marshal of the Mehes Empire, who had been keeping everything on the battlefield in mind, suddenly let out a long sigh, as if he had aged

decades in an instant. His once refined and imposing figure instantly transformed into that of a frail old man.

Deep wrinkles, like mountains, pressed down on the 103-year-old marshal, making it hard for him to breathe. He had indeed

grown old!

It seemed that he and the 300,000 elite soldiers of the empire were truly doomed this time. However, if they wanted his life, they

would have to pay the price. As one of the four great sword saints of the continent, he was not a lump of clay to be molded at will!

Thinking this, the old marshal drew a two-handed greatsword from his back—a very old greatsword,

its blade rusted and pitted. Like a face covered in acne, only this rusty sword exuded a faint

killing intent, accompanied by faint whistling sounds that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Old friend, it's been a long time since you've stretched your legs. This might be the last time we fight together

. I hope we don't lose too badly... Hehe." Marshal Cherno gently brushed the rust off the sword, speaking softly as if to

an old friend. His left hand, seemingly unintentionally, traced the rusty blade, and a tiny drop of blood

fell onto the greatsword.

As if in response to Marshal Cherno's words, the previously dull, rusty sword suddenly burst forth with a

light that didn't belong to it. The drop of blood that had landed on the sword seemed to be absorbed the moment it fell, vanishing instantly.

The rust on the sword also seemed to have been wiped away by some mysterious force in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

The greatsword, its rust removed, revealed its ferocious form. Nearly ten feet long, a terrifying blood groove

ran to the hilt. The blade was thick, dark, and dull, like a lump of black coal. A concentrated aura of killing intent

and malevolence slowly emanated from the tip, causing the surrounding air to drop slightly.

"Fellow soldiers of the Mehes Empire! We are the most elite troops of the great Mehes Empire, we are the most

elite warriors of the Mehes Empire! We bear the honor of the entire Mehes Empire! Now we have reached a moment of life and death! We three..."

"One hundred thousand, a full three hundred thousand elite troops, utterly routed by a force of less than forty thousand! We have

lost the dignity of the entire empire! We have utterly disgraced the dignity and face of our great Mehes Empire!

Now, I, Cherno, as merely an ordinary soldier of the empire, implore you, my brothers, for the honor of

the empire , to prove to our enemies that we are still true men of the Mehes Empire, take up our weapons and

charge towards our enemies! Let our blood be a sacrifice for our fallen comrades, let our lives wash away

the shame we have brought upon the entire empire, let our heads prove our dignity to our enemies!"

After saying this, Grand Marshal Cherno mounted his horse, his jet-black greatsword pointing directly at the Mad

Dragon Iron Cavalry charging through the Mehes Empire's elite troops, and roared:

"The First Knights of the Mehes Empire, follow me! Glory is my life!"

"Glory is my life!" "

Inspired by Grand Marshal Cherno's speech, the members of the First Knights of the Mehes Empire, their blood boiling, echoed

Grand Marshal 's call to arms, spurring their mounts

forward towards the Berserker Iron Cavalry, who were about to break through the defenses formed by the elite shield-bearers Grand Marshal Cherno had ordered to hold them off.

"That coward's finally showing some humanity, daring to charge us! Hehe, this is so much fun!

Brothers we Berserkers have finally returned to our long-lost battlefield! We will write

a new chapter of glory for our Berserker race with the blood of our enemies!"

Mad Sky Hero, riding his armored silver-backed ground dragon, brandished his spiked club in the air and roared, "Wind! Wind!

Great Wind!"

"Wind! Wind! Great Wind! " "

With the excited and slightly bloodthirsty roar of the three thousand berserkers behind them, the entire Mad Dragon Iron Cavalry abandoned

the elite shield soldiers of the Mehes Empire who were almost wiped out and charged towards the First Knights of the Mehes Empire!"

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