I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 398 What is the Human Race?
At this moment, within the Eastern Kingdom, everyone shared the same rhythm and the same heartbeat.

dong dong dong.

Yuan Lang was the first to wake up from this mysterious state. His muscles were tense, like a wild beast ready to pounce on its prey.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, and the fourth contestants all turned their gazes in one direction on the trial field.

The earth was trembling, but the tremor was not as dull and dangerous as an earthquake; rather, it was as if something was awakening.

At first, the Lishan Mountain and the Terracotta Army trembled slightly, as slowly as the pulse of a sleeping giant.

Gradually, the pulses synchronized, transforming into a uniform, rhythmic thumping sound.

Each sound was spaced as precisely as the beat of a war drum, causing the frozen soil of the Guanzhong Plain to crack with spiderweb-like patterns.

The first clap of thunder came from deep within the underground palace.

The nine-layered frozen soil steps suddenly shattered, and before the broken soil even hit the ground, it solidified into a black bird totem in mid-air.

From the black smoke and dust, the first to emerge were three rows of lightly armed elite soldiers. They wore no armor, only leather belts, carried powerful crossbows, and the soul fire in their eye sockets was bluish-white.

Historians and history enthusiasts familiar with the Qin Dynasty were astonished: "These are the Qin army's vanguard scouts!"

Damn it!!!

The 60-second connection time was far too short. Principal Lin didn't even have time to tell everyone that shouting slogans could actually summon the invincible Qin army that swept across the land!

These forward scouts, when they touched the ground with their toes, actually created ripples of cold air.

Instead of launching an attack into the sky, they maintained their formation, hovering in mid-air, seemingly awaiting inspection.

The museum curator shoved his fist into his gaping mouth, his eyes bloodshot and his whole body trembling.

Could it be what I'm thinking?!

Half a minute later, a second muffled thud accompanied by the neighing of a warhorse rang out in the Terracotta Army Museum.

Ten terracotta horses pulled a four-horse chariot out of the ground, their wheels leaving dark gold ruts as they turned.

Three people stood on the chariot: one holding a bow in the left hand, one holding a spear in the right, and the one in the middle driving the horse.

Each vehicle was followed closely by a formation of 36 heavily armored men, clad in armor plates linked by soul fire. The sound of the armor plates colliding as they moved was like the cracking of an ice river.

This is the core fighting force of the Qin army: a mixed chariot and infantry force.

The contestants from the East Korea, kneeling in front of the Terracotta Army Museum, were dumbfounded and dared not even breathe.

Now that the mixed infantry and chariot corps has arrived, then... do they dare to think even bolder?
Their expectations seemed to be sensed, for the earth's veins began to boil.

Countless fissures appeared in the ground near the Terracotta Army Museum, from which various military formations emerged.

From the eastern rift, three thousand skilled archers leaped out, half-kneeling on the ground, their feet planted on bronze crossbows, straining with their waists and abdomens. As they spun upwards, their vertebrae crackled like firecrackers, and the ice arrows frozen in the crossbow grooves gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.

From the western abyss, heavily armored cavalry rose, their horses spewing white mist from their mouths and nostrils. The knights pointed their long spears diagonally, the blades bearing the seal script character "殳".

On the central, nine-tiered platform, eight hundred guards, each wielding a halberd, stood in a forest of spears, with a faded five-colored imperial edict ribbon tied to the end of each weapon.

These Qin soldiers blotted out the sky, creating an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush and the Resonance Hunter wanted to get closer to observe, but their sixth sense was giving them a frantic warning, prompting them to leave immediately.

Ma Liang hesitated for only a moment before decisively retreating.

The Resonance Hunter, however, did not believe that a mere level 0.7 civilization could possess any weapons capable of harming him, so he suppressed his fear and approached to observe.

The long-awaited third loud bang finally arrived, instantly silencing all other noises.

The bronze coffin soared into the air, and as the lid slid down, twelve illusory jade steps extended from the coffin to the ground, and a figure stepped down the steps.

He wore a crown that reached the heavens, with twelve white jade beads hanging in front of it, each bead containing starlight. He was dressed in black robes, the hem of which revealed the twelve symbols on the lining when rolled up. He wore the Tai'a sword at his waist, the sword still sheathed, but his aura had already made all living beings within a hundred miles submit.

It's him!

The entire nation was in an uproar, both inside and outside the training grounds.

"Ah, my enchanting ancestor!" "It's the First Emperor! Mother, I've seen the real First Emperor!"

"Principal Lin, you're a god! You actually summoned the First Emperor!"

"Waaaaah, forgive me, I really can't help but cry."

"Ancestors, speak up for us, stand up for us!"

On the trial grounds, the towering figure slowly turned his head, his unfathomable eyes seemingly piercing through the trial grounds, meeting the gazes of everyone on the physical blue planet.

His gaze was as sharp as a divine eagle's, filled with unparalleled majesty and confidence.

When his gaze fell on Lin Xiaohe, he paused slightly, then pressed his lips together, curving them slightly upwards. He lowered his slightly raised chin, looked down, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

This gesture signifies a tacit surrender and reverence for the Creator on both sides.

Lin Xiaohe nodded in return.

After a brief eye contact, the man raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched: "Qin soldiers, listen to my command! Protect our gate! Go forth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire army charged out.

The spirit fire in the eye sockets of all the terracotta warriors simultaneously turned towards the emperor. The army began to regroup at a dizzying speed.

The vanguard troops spread out in a fan shape, forming a vigilant formation.

The chariot soldiers were positioned on the left and right flanks, with the chariots displaying bronze fangs.

The heavy infantry square completed the fish-scale formation transformation within three breaths.

The crossbowmen retreated to the third front, the sound of their crossbows clicking like locusts flapping their wings.

Meng Tian and Bai Qi were the two guardian deities, each in charge of one of the two armies.

"Your Majesty, I am in charge of the Eastern Hemisphere," a calm voice came from the east.

Meng Tian's spirit solidified from the driver's seat of a chariot.

He held the reins in his left hand and the command flag in his right, with a faded brocade ribbon bearing the character "恬" tied around his forehead.

The chariot reins suddenly transformed into wings, pulling him into the air.

He waved his command flag, and all the crossbowmen began to retreat in stages. Every hundred paces they retreated, they would fire a volley of arrows, creating a continuous barrage of fire in the air.

"Your Majesty, I am in charge of the Western Hemisphere."

A hoarse voice, like the friction of rusty iron, boomed from the west.

Bai Qi's spirit rose from a broken bronze sword stuck in the frozen soil.

He wore no armor, only a coarse hemp battle robe, with the character "武" (wu, meaning martial arts) on his chest, blurred by the passage of time.

As he took his first step, four hundred thousand phantom images appeared out of thin air behind him.

The spirits of the surrendered Zhao soldiers from the Battle of Changping years ago have now transformed into the sharpest blades under his command.

Bai Qi didn't even look at the sky. He raised his hand and made a "cut" gesture.

Four hundred thousand phantoms roared as they charged into the icy river in the sky, tearing cracks in the ice with their self-destruction. As each phantom vanished, a streak of dark red seeped through Bai Qi's hemp robe.

The attacks from both the Eastern and Western hemispheres were swift and fierce, but at that moment the Tai'a Sword was unsheathed, its blade aimed at the Resonance Hunter hidden deep within the Civilization Trial Grounds.

Where the Tai'a sword's edge slashed, it left an unhealable black mark on the space.

With a light tap of his sword tip, the phantom of the Imperial Seal appeared above the army formation, and the eight seal characters in the inscription, "Received the Mandate of Heaven, May it last forever," burst into flames.

"Today," his voice wasn't loud, yet it drowned out all other sounds, "let these extraterrestrial demons know—"

He swung his sword towards the sky, towards the Resonance Hunter.

"What is Qin? What is humanity?!"

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