galloping sound and Thundering hooves echoed across the vast land
expanse as a formidable contingent of cavalry made their approach.
Numbering between ten and twenty thousand cavalry, each soldier gives a mighty feeling of steel and strength, fully armed to kill anyone that may come close to them .
In one hand, they wielded long, gleaming iron spears, their razor-sharp tips promising swift and merciless death to any who dared stand in their way.
On the other hand, they held iron shields, the sturdy metal surfaces capable of deflecting even the most vicious of blows.
Yet their arsenal did not end there. Upon their backs were bows and quivers filled with arrows.
offering a deadly rain of death to any enemy foolish enough to venture within range.
Clad in jet-black armor that stood in stark contrast to the vibrant landscape around them
The cavalry's cold and impassive expressions cast an aura of intimidation over the scene, akin to a legion of soulless killing machines forged in human form.
Strategically interspersed among their ranks were six-horse chariots, their imposing frames an ominous harbinger of the Qin Empire's unyielding might.
Despite the cumbersome appearance of these chariots, the speed of the cavalry remained uncompromised; if anything, the presence of these formidable formation of war only served to amplify their awe-inspiring velocity.
At the head of this formidable assembly, a black banner emblazoned with the insignia of the Qin Empire fluttered in the breeze, proudly proclaiming their allegiance to all who bore witness.
Alongside it, a second banner bearing the bold and golden inscription words "Win" was held aloft, its elevated position symbolizing the lofty aspirations of this elite force.
As they crested the horizon, the cavalry drew ever closer to one of the many strongholds that punctuated the Great Wall's serpentine expanse.
General Meng Tian stood at the forefront of a contingent of soldiers and deputy generals, their ranks amassed in a display of military precision and discipline as they awaited the arrival of the mighty cavalcade.
At last, the cavalry arrived at the designated meeting point. With clockwork precision, they formed a strategic barrier between General Meng Tian's army and the six-horse chariot.
their loyalty to the Empire unwavering in the face of the formidable display of power.
A voice rang out across the ranks, clear and commanding.
"General Meng Tian, greet His Majesty the Emperor!" In unison, the assembled men dropped to one knee,
their voices resounding in a deafening chorus of allegiance. "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
A middle-aged man garbed in resplendent black robes, a golden dragon emblem woven into the fabric, descended from the chariot.
His bearing spoke of authority and nobility, and as he surveyed the scene before him, his voice carried the weight of imperial decree.
"All rise."
Obediently, the men rose to their feet, their eyes fixed upon their leader with steadfast devotion.
General Meng Tian stepped forward, his posture erect and proud, a seasoned warrior ready to receive his orders.
"General Meng Tian, accompany me. The rest of you, return to your duties."
With those final words, the atmosphere shifted as the men dispersed.
Within the secluded confines of the chamber, General Meng Tian and the Emperor Ying Zheng were locked in a private conference, the weight of the empire resting heavily upon their shoulders.
With his regal bearing and commanding presence, the Emperor cut straight to the heart of the matter. "Tell me everything about the immortal light," he decreed, "and the whereabouts of Fu Su. I did not see him among your ranks."
With the unwavering loyalty that defined his character, General Meng Tian meticulously recounted the events that had unfolded
from the moment the first hundred-man captain laid eyes upon the skeletal figures to the astounding moment when Long Su summoned a staggering 760,000 skeletal slaves to bestow upon the returning families.
He proceeded to detail the summoning of an additional million skeletal slaves to aid in the construction of the Great Wall and the subsequent appearance of the 100,000-strong Skeleton Militia, who now stood in formations ready to be called beyond the stronghold.
Ying Zheng's listened intently, his visage inscrutable as he absorbed the magnitude of these extraordinary developments.
When General Meng Tian's report drew to a close,
The Emperor issued a decisive command, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. "Summon both the skeletal slave and a member of the skeleton militia. I wish to appraise their capabilities myself."
With a sharp salute, General Meng Tian acknowledged the order. "Yes, Your Majesty." He promptly turned to address a nearby soldier. "Someone go and get theskeletal slave and a member of the Skeleton Militia and bring them here at once."
The soldier snapped to attention, his voice resolute as he accepted the task. "Promise!"
A tense silence descended upon the room as they awaited the arrival of the spiritual beings.
Presently, the door swung open to reveal the soldier, a skeletal slave with an eerie white aura emanating from its eyes and chest following in his wake.
Behind them stood another skeleton, this one bearing a striking purple aura, its presence commanding yet subdued.
Though these creatures were products of the eldest prince's power, no weapons were permitted in the Emperor's presence—an inviolable law that even the denizens of the Immortal World were subject to.
As the two spectral beings stood motionless before the Emperor, their unearthly stillness a testament to their otherworldly nature, a heavy silence filled the chamber.
Emperor Ying Zheng gazed upon the skeletal slave and the Skeleton Militia member, his eyes appraising their every aspect.
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Leaving the bustling great wall behind him , Long Su made haste towards the village to the portal gate to his seed world.
The urgency of his return that made him come back quickly was his thoughts swirling with the implications of his father's arrival in this realm.
As he stepped through the gate, the familiarity of the seed world enveloped him, its serene landscape a stark contrast to the tumultuous events that had transpired in the village.
A momentary pause, and he was once again traversing the boundary between worlds, the opulence of his Rome apartment materializing around him as he emerged from the ethereal passage.
A golden glow filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room as the sun began its ascent.
With no time to waste, Long Su hastily showered, the rejuvenating water cascading over his weary form.
A quick glance at the clock spurred him into action, the importance of the impending university examinations a constant presence in his thoughts.
It was unusual for the prestigious universities to administer their tests before the students had completed their high school education.
Perhaps the recent attacks by the blood clan had prompted a shift in their recruitment strategies, seeking out promising individuals to bolster their ranks in these uncertain times.
Regardless of the reasons, the prospect of attending a top university—and the opportunities that came with it—was an enticing one.
Their resources and facilities were unparalleled, offering students the chance to explore dungeons far more challenging than those found in high schools.
Rumors abounded of Demi-World dungeons scattered throughout the universities, the lowest of their levels still far surpassing the challenges posed by their high school counterparts.
Whispers spoke of entire worlds conquered by the universities, the wealth and knowledge contained within such realms an intoxicating lure for aspiring scholars and warriors alike.
Long Su could scarcely imagine the possibilities that lay within these conquered worlds—the secrets that awaited discovery, the power that could be harnessed and channeled for the greater good.
The allure of such prospects only served to fuel his determination, driving him forward on his path towards the prestigious institution.
With one last glance at his parents photo Long Su departed, his mind fixed firmly on the future.
The world of the Qin Empire seemed a lifetime away as he navigated the bustling streets, weaving his way towards the school.
As the imposing structure came into view, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the trials that awaited him.