"How can it be said we have no clothes? We shall share our robes.When the king raises his army, I shall mend my spear and halberd."
Together with you, we shall share enmity!
The waters flowed swiftly, the mountains stood silent. In the Mediterranean region, hundreds of years later, the desolate war song of "Qin Wind · No Clothes" once again echoed.
Tens of thousands of Terracotta Warriors formed ranks in the north. Though their bodies were clearly made of clay and wood, the sound of steady footsteps came with the faint echo of song.
"How can it be said we have no clothes? We shall share our dew.When the king raises his army, I shall mend my halberd and spear. Together with you, I shall labor!"
"How can it be said we have no clothes? We shall share our garments.When the king raises his army, I shall mend my armor and weapons. Together with you, I shall march!"
Those voices seemed to come from the distant past. The singing was unclear, laced with regional accents and slang, even some indistinguishable tones — but mixed together, none could mock them.
Within those voices was such boldness and grandeur of ideals.
Whether they were soldiers of the Empire or beasts of the United Empire, all turned their heads stiffly, witnessing a sea of figures holding long swords at a slant, marching step by step forward. They saw the suddenly unfurled ink-black battle flag of Great Qin, and upon it, the design of a black bird spreading its wings.
In the distance, a white-haired general personally struck the war drum.
First came a deafening boom, then a rapid burst of drumbeats.
The Qin army, revived by the First Noble Phantasm, silently withdrew, splitting down the center to form a path — and then thunderous sound approached and burst forth.
It was the cavalry, the pride of Great Qin.
"In choosing knights: select those under forty, no less than seven feet five inches tall, robust, agile, and exceptional. They must be able to ride, shoot in all directions, maneuver forward and back, cross trenches, scale hills, brave obstacles, cross great swamps, strike down strong foes, and disrupt enemy formations — such are warriors of martial cavalry, not to be lightly regarded."
Amidst thunderous galloping, the Qin war riders who had once driven off the Xiongnu appeared. They wore the Qin ink armor, three times heavier than iron armor, enveloped entirely in black plates. Their helmets revealed only eyes and nose. On their backs were Qin war crossbows. Even their horses were luxuriously armored. Their weapons: black lances — terrifyingly powerful and piercing when charging at high speed.
When slowed, at their waists hung Qin war swords. Jade came from the sunny side of Lantian, gold and iron from the shady side — extremely sharp. Combined with cultivation levels far beyond ordinary Qin soldiers, these swords could instantly slay enemies. When these martial riders appeared on the battlefield in groups, they became the most formidable force for reaping enemy lives.
But after Wang Li died in battle, no one could gather this terrifying force of Qin again.
This world does not progress step by step through technology. It once had a divine era, great magics, and mystic universes!
And Great Qin — it stood at the end of that divine era, the strongest mythic empire that unified the land of the Nine Provinces!
Now, the white-haired general had summoned the empire's most powerful armed force — the invincible sword with which the Qin King swept across the six directions and conquered the eight realms!
The imperial army that once fought under this commander let out a trembling whimper. Even among them were seasoned veterans and former imperial guards — yet none could suppress their inner fear and sense of defeat.
They didn't even need to fight — their armor was like paper against the lances. Roman short swords made of refined steel couldn't even spark against the Qin ink armor — they simply bounced off.
In front of these fully armored martial riders, they were like powerless toddlers. These heavy cavalry were never made to fight their own kind.
Fear gripped everyone.
Not just the humans — but even the two beastly familiars that once were human — held their breath. Under the oppressive aura of the military, even manipulating magic became difficult, like two fat pigs stripped bare and thrown on the slaughter rack.
In thunderous hoofbeats, a hundred elite war riders charged forth, splitting in an arc, skewering United Empire soldiers who dared block the path like bamboo, then gathered before the white-haired general. The leading rider pulled his reins.
'He' gazed at the waning moon, bowed slightly, then slowly said in a deep voice:
"Armor the general."
"Yes, sir!"
Several martial riders dismounted. One led a spare warhorse — taller than the others, with a faint ceramic luster. On its side, a satchel opened to reveal an entire set of intricate black Qin armor.
Though his figure was faint, Sakatsuki cleanly mounted the horse.
The surrounding martial riders assembled his gear. Every part of the divine era armor and helmet was intact. As they clinked together in the deathly silence, the sound was sharp and solemn.
Rosario beside him trembled all over, barely able to speak.
His commander sat atop his warhorse, cloaked in black armor — cold and majestic, like the god of war reborn.
But he was no longer the governor of Rome.
He was Great Qin. Great Qin's general. Great Qin's Grand Craftsman.
The white-haired general looked at the beast familiars before him.
The beasts stared back at the armored general.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
Even knowing who he was… Even having declared before battle that this was no longer his era… Even swearing to tear him apart with claws and crush him with tails…
At this moment, the fear they once felt still echoed within them.
A hundred years had passed. You should have returned to dust…But you still won't forgive us?
You still won't let us go?!
"Ira!!!"
Within the city, "Alexander" roared in fury, slamming the table — his body cracked apart, transforming into a creature with a dragon's head and another with a serpentine form and hooked tendrils for a mouth. Together with the other two beast familiars, they stood, casting a massive shadow over the small city.
Three giant beasts.
Against tens of thousands of silent, unmoving Qin soldiers.
The sound of hooves was heavy and steady.
In the suffocating air, the white-haired general moved forward slowly, pushing out an invisible oppressive aura that crushed everyone's breath and heartbeat.
Like collapsing mountains. Like endless rivers.
He didn't charge immediately. Sakatsuki slowly drew the Qin war sword with his right hand, raised his left palm, and struck his chestplate, saying:
"Great Qin, ten thousand victories."
The Qin army, counted in tens of thousands, stepped forward with a roar:
"Great Qin, ten thousand victories!"
The white-haired general smiled faintly, voice calm:
"Great Qin, ten thousand victories."
The Qin army responded like rockfall:
"Great Qin, ten thousand victories!"
The marshal, once titled Wu'an of the nation, raised his long sword and pointed forward:
"Great Qin, ten thousand victories!"
"Great Qin — ten thousand victories!!!"
Like a crashing waterfall from the sky, this time their roar carried a pressure that could overturn mountains and rivers — as if countless ancestral spirits of warriors were shouting, accompanied by the sound of drawn swords.
With three shouts of "Great Qin, ten thousand victories," the Qin army's momentum reached its peak. Left hands on cocked crossbows, right hands holding long swords, they stepped forward. On both flanks, soldiers raised massive shields; behind them, bronze halberds were lifted — step by step forward.
At the front: Qin's battle swords.
In defense: shield formations.
To pierce: war halberds.
When blocked: Qin's arrow barrages rained from above.
Finally, the shield wall opened, and the war chariots charged.
Training the Roman army had been but a prototype. Only the true Qin army was his ultimate weapon.
And now, their blades pointed at the towering, ferocious three-headed beast.
Bloodlust and the killing aura of war blended. A mysterious black bird seemed to cry from the formation. The white-haired general stepped to the front, raising his chin, expression cocky and arrogant.
"Let these three heads test the sharpness of my blade!"
With no suspense, the three terrified beasts could not even channel magic properly — their attacks bounced off the dragon-scale-infused armor. Even with their size and weight, they were blocked by the shields — only to end up wounded.
Not only that — the white-haired general even removed the blood-colored terracotta warriors and poured the blood aura onto the heavy Qin cavalry. Like unstoppable spears, martial riders in divine-era armor and weapons tore off chunks of flesh with each charge. Finally, they galloped over the beasts' fallen bodies — swords from Lantian slicing demon scales and breaking rose thorns, trampling beast heads beneath hooves, and proudly planting the black bird battle flag of Great Qin!
"Great Wind!"
At his command, soldiers knelt, drew their bows, and loosed volleys — a meteor shower of icy arrows fell, pinning fleeing beasts to the ground. As they howled, soldiers gave chase, stripping their scales like pigs thrown into hot oil.
One beast survived, terrified, turned to flee with the routed United Empire soldiers — but towering stone pillars rose up!
Heaven moved as Eight Trigrams, Earth shifted as Taiji.
In an instant, the world changed — thunder and fire formed a great formation, sealing the cowards behind a single wall.
"Stone Soldiers Eight Formation — damn you, Zhuge Liang!"
The beast possessing Alexander's body roared. In the city, a thin man with long flowing hair held a feather fan, gazing at the beast with sorrowful eyes — silent.
Behind the beast, the Qin army had merged. The sounds of battle echoed to the heavens — they launched their final assault against the trapped prey.
The earth trembled. Terrifying rumbles echoed for thousands of miles. Until the bright sun hung high,Only then — did all fall silent.
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