Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

Thousands upon thousands of silver spears, formed from highly toxic mercury, defied all the laws of physics and gravity, and floated densely in mid-air.

The sharpest spearhead was less than half an inch away from Jiang Han's right eyeball.

With just a thought from the Qin commander in front of him, these mercury spears, capable of piercing the armor of main battle tanks, would instantly turn Jiang Han into a hornet's nest.

But Jiang Han didn't even blink.

He even casually flicked his wrist, clicking the terrifyingly powerful "Tyrant" heavy pistol back into the tactical holster on his thigh.

"When trying to out-power a monster that's lived for two thousand years and whose brain has been burned out by high-dimensional radiation, fear is the cheapest piece of trash."

Jiang Han's lips curled into a cold, extremely contemptuous smile.

"You're arrogant? I'll be even more arrogant than you!"

He raised his hand and pointed rudely at the dark red energy vortex on Ying Zheng's chest inside the containment pod, his tone as if he were ordering an apprentice at a roadside auto repair stall:

"Your crappy reactor is practically leaking, the oil's all dried up, and you're still spouting nonsense about some kind of mechanical leap? How about I give you a 'physical self-check' and take a look at your pulse?"

Inside the containment chamber.

A hint of surprise flashed across Ying Zheng's demonic eyes, which were pulsating with crimson data streams, but it was quickly replaced by a violent and malevolent aura.

He is the supreme commander of the Great Qin Expeditionary Force, who commands the galaxy!

For two thousand years, even a false god from beyond the heavens would have temporarily yielded to his Qin cavalry. And this low-dimensional insect dared to speak to him in such a tone, as if reprimanding a servant?

"Physical self-examination? Taking one's pulse?"

A cold laugh, like the grinding of rusty gears, escaped Ying Zheng's throat. His hoarse voice echoed across the empty underground mercury sea, "Mere lowly insects, with mortal bodies, dare to attempt to analyze my flawless divine body?"

"Flawless?" Jiang Han scoffed, dusting off his hands. "If you were flawless, you wouldn't have locked yourself in this coffin for two thousand years, afraid to see the light of day. What? Afraid I'll find you're a defective product?"

This statement precisely hit Ying Zheng's pride.

"Arrogant!"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly.

"Splash—!"

The countless mercury spears suspended in the sky instantly lost control, transforming into a torrential downpour of highly poisonous liquid that crashed back into the boiling mercury sea below, creating massive silver waves tens of meters high.

He slowly raised his right arm, half bone and half machine, and placed it on the edge of the wrecked meteorite capsule. At the cut on his wrist, several translucent tentacles emitting a ghostly blue light were writhing wildly like venomous snakes that had smelled blood.

"Come!" Ying Zheng looked down at Jiang Han, his eyes filled with cruel mockery. "I want to see what you, this lowly insect, can see through my stellar body! If you dare utter a single falsehood, I'll immediately throw you into the reactor as fuel!"

Jiang Han didn't waste any words and started walking.

He stepped onto the deep, grooved superalloy tortoise shell beneath the prison tyrant, walking step by step toward the crimson containment pod that exuded an aura of extreme death.

In the live stream, the hearts of billions of viewers pounded with each step Jiang Han took.

"Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me! I thought Jiang Shen was about to be pierced by a thousand arrows!"

"Thank goodness a fight didn't break out. Jiang Shen's persuasive skills were absolutely brilliant; he managed to completely fool Qin Shi Huang!"

"Don't get too excited, you guys upstairs! Look at that turtle under Jiang Shen's feet!"

Some sharp-eyed viewers posted alarmed comments on the screen.

In the scene, the SSS-level divine beast Zhenyu Baxia, whose body was as large as a mountain and which had just been ferocious, was now tightly hiding its huge mechanical dragon head in its shell, and its whole body was trembling uncontrollably!

Even a planetary-level defensive divine beast like this is terrified of what's inside that containment pod!

The closer you get to the containment chamber, the more terrifying the oppressive feeling of that high-dimensional radiation becomes.

Jiang Han felt as if he had stepped into a high-pressure microwave oven, the surrounding air distorted by radiation. His internal bones emitted a faint "crackling" sound under the immense pressure, and even a fine layer of blood beads seeped from his skin, only to be instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

Standing less than a meter from the containment pod, Jiang Han finally saw the tragic state of this once-great emperor.

The once mighty body, which once shook the eight wastelands and swept across the six directions, is now withered like dry firewood. Beneath the black star armor, large areas of exposed skin have a grayish-brown color like rusted metal, completely devoid of moisture.

The most horrifying thing is that he wasn't breathing at all.

Inside the huge hole in his chest, apart from the wildly spinning vortex of energy, no organs were functioning.

This is a corpse that has been dead for two thousand years!

Without any hesitation, Jiang Han reached out his right hand and grabbed Ying Zheng's wrist, which was resting on the edge of the cabin.

The moment of contact.

It lacks the warmth of a living person and the elasticity of skin.

It has an extreme cold like absolute zero and a hardness comparable to superalloys!

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

The moment Jiang Han grabbed Ying Zheng's wrist, the translucent tentacles at the severed end of Ying Zheng's wrist seemed to sense the presence of some natural enemy. They instantly began to writhe wildly like scalded snakes, emitting a sharp, chilling hiss, and even tried to climb up Jiang Han's arm!

"Go back!"

Jiang Han shouted, and the Qilin Fire within his body automatically protected its master, bursting forth with a dazzling crimson light from his palm.

The intense pure Yang fire instantly scalded the tentacles that tried to cross the boundary, causing them to retract, and a nauseating, burnt smell filled the air.

At that very moment, a system notification exploded in Jiang Han's mind with an unprecedentedly shrill alarm!

【Ding!warn!warn! 】

[The host is in direct contact with a highly dangerous life form! The target's body contains an extremely high concentration of an unknown high-dimensional virus!]

[The system has forcibly hijacked scanning permissions! SSS-level deep physical and logical analysis is now in progress!]

[Analysis progress: 10%...30%...]

The system panel on Jiang Han's retina was flashing a blinding red light, and the progress bar was struggling to move forward under the impact of the massive high-dimensional data stream.

Ying Zheng felt the resistance coming from Jiang Han's palm. On his skeletal face, the corners of his mouth stiffly twitched upwards, forming an extremely cruel and mocking arc.

"how?"

Ying Zheng's voice, tinged with a mechanical, synthesized electronic tone, looked down at Jiang Han, scrutinizing him, "My celestial body has long been stripped of flesh and blood! How could your mortal eyes possibly see through it?"

"Yeah?"

Jiang Han pressed down hard on his cold, hard wrist, and his golden eyes were activated to their fullest extent at this moment, the dark golden light in his eyes almost piercing through the darkness.

No pulse!

There is no blood flow!

"It doesn't even have the most basic mechanical oil circulation system!"

Jiang Han's brain was racing, his gaze fixed on the so-called "reactor" on Ying Zheng's chest.

"That wasn't a power reactor at all; it was an energy lock used to suppress something within the body! This old man wasn't undergoing mechanical ascension; he was forcibly locking up a completely dead, yet constantly mutating, corpse with a mechanical shell!"

Just then, the system progress bar in my mind finally pushed to 100% with great difficulty!

[Ding! Analysis complete!]

A line of crimson characters, seemingly written in blood, was projected directly onto Jiang Han's retina.

[Identification Result: Star Devouring Corpse Demon (Deeply Infected State)!]

[Original Character: Ying Zheng, Supreme Commander of the Qin Expeditionary Force!]

[Status: The target has been dead for two thousand years! Its body has been completely assimilated by the extraterrestrial high-dimensional biological weapon "Immortality Elixir - Star Devouring Virus," and is currently in an absolute superposition state of life and death!]

[WARNING: The target's sanity firewall is on the verge of collapse, and the virus within is extremely bloodthirsty! The host is advised to immediately cease contact and escape at full speed!!!]

Upon seeing the line of bloody words on his retina, Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

An uncontrollable chill ran up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head.

He was not facing a living emperor, nor a god who had successfully ascended to immortality mechanically.

Instead, it's a cosmic-level zombie clad in the heavy metal mecha shell of the Qin Dynasty, its internal organs completely hollowed out by an alien virus!