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

"The Great Qin Interstellar Empire?! This must be a system translation error!"

"How could there possibly be an ancient dynasty with dragon kingdoms on Mars! This contradicts human evolutionary history! It contradicts Darwin's theory!"

Professor Smith, the chief mythologist of the United States, sat in his top-secret office at the Pentagon, frantically pounding his keyboard with both hands.

The screen in the live stream was filled with bold red comments.

Smith: (凸ಠ益ಠ)凸

"Jiang Han! Don't try to brainwash humanity with pseudoscience!"

"The symbols on that stone tablet are definitely relics of some extraterrestrial civilization; they just happen to look like your Chinese characters!"

"You Chinese shouldn't be so self-aggrandizing!"

Smith's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically pulled at his thinning blond hair while typing.

He couldn't accept this fact.

If the Qin Dynasty truly ruled the interstellar space tens of thousands of years ago, slaughtering higher-dimensional gods like pigs and dogs, then what about the Western civilization and mythology that they are so proud of?

Are they the rats in the sewers?!

Overseas financial groups and online trolls immediately received instructions from the Pentagon and began frantically following the trend and stirring up trouble in the live stream.

Professor Smith is right! This is definitely a holographic projection combined with a translation error!

[The people of the Dragon Kingdom love to forge things! How could that broken stone possibly be a decree from the Great Qin Dynasty!]

[Resist Jiang Han's cultural invasion! We want to see the truth!]

Jiang Han stood on the dried-up sea of ​​blood on Mars and glanced down at the barrage of comments on the screen.

A flash of extreme contempt and disgust crossed his eyes.

"brainwashing?"

Jiang Han snorted, his voice booming through the multi-sensory live-streaming equipment into the minds of a billion Westerners.

"You bunch of low-dimensional reptiles who only deserve to eat shit in the mud, do you think you deserve my brainwashing?"

He didn't even bother to offer a single extra explanation.

Trying to reason with these insects is an insult to his tyrannical status.

Jiang Han stretched out his large hand and grabbed Hela's fair and slender nape.

He rubbed his fingers vigorously on that smooth skin a couple of times.

"Hela, make them open their dog eyes and see clearly."

What is living history?

Hela was roughly gripped by the back of her neck, but instead of resisting, she let out a sweet, cloying moan.

Hela: (⁄ ⁄＞⁄ ▽ ⁄＜⁄ ⁄)

"Yes, my tyrant."

Her icy blue eyes gleamed with an intensely bloodthirsty light.

The next second, her stunningly beautiful and alluring body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a sky full of scarlet blood mist.

The blood mist rapidly condensed and compressed in Jiang Han's hands.

A peerless blood scythe, two meters long and burning with crimson flames, appeared in Jiang Han's palm.

The hilt of the Blood Scythe still retained the warmth of Hela's skin and its aphrodisiac, icy fragrance.

Jiang Han gripped the hilt of the Blood Scythe with one hand.

At this moment, the pure Yang blood of the Qilin within his body erupted with a thunderous roar.

Dark golden flames traveled up his arm and coiled directly around the scarlet blood scythe.

The high-dimensional radiation air around them, which was already several hundred degrees Celsius, was instantly drained of all its oxygen by this pure yang fire.

Jiang Han didn't even glance at the huge bird-head stone tablet.

He suddenly exerted force in his waist, causing the muscles on his arms to bulge and the veins to stand out like writhing dragons.

With a backhand slap, he unleashed a blood-red blade of light that tore through space!

The sickle, heated to 100,000 degrees Celsius, slashed fiercely at the still throbbing, bleeding bird-head stone tablet!

Click!

Accompanied by a sharp, shattering sound that broke eardrums.

That high-dimensional stone skin, which even nuclear bombs couldn't destroy, was as fragile as tofu in front of Blood Scythe, and was brutally split in two.

"Hiss—!"

A mournful cry, utterly piercing and unlike anything a human vocal cord could produce, resounded from within the cleaved stone tablet.

The sound, carried by the live broadcast signal, pierced the eardrums of viewers worldwide.

Massive amounts of dark golden divine blood, radiating terrifyingly high temperatures, gushed out like a fountain from the cracks in the stone tablet.

The scalding divine blood instantly stained the dry seabed beneath Jiang Han's feet.

The dark golden blood fell onto the rocks, directly corroding them into bottomless pits and emitting pungent white smoke.

Professor Smith's hands, which were typing on the keyboard, froze in mid-air.

Billions of viewers around the world stared intently at their screens, their breaths seemingly frozen in place.

After that thick layer of stone peeled off.

It's not weathered stone inside at all!

Instead, it was the remains of a high-dimensional god, half-human and half-bird, with an extremely large body!

【Garuda, the Sinner General of Mars】.

The remains' feathers had an eerie dark gold color, and each feather looked as if it were made of the hardest metal.

But at this moment, the mutilated body is being split in two.

The scarlet muscle fibers were still twitching and spasming wildly in the air.

Dark gold internal organs writhed violently inside the ruptured abdominal cavity.

The scalding divine blood was dripping continuously down its enormous eagle beak.

It's not completely dead yet!

It is struggling in agony!

Smith: (꒪Д꒪)

"This...this is impossible..."

"Gods...ancient gods living within the stone..."

Smith slid off the chair and knelt on the floor, his crotch feeling warm, and he completely lost control of his mind.

The Western online trolls, who were just shouting wildly, have now fallen silent.

It was a physical slap in the face, grinding their pitiful civilized self-esteem into the ground.

The Blood Scythe in Jiang Han's hands transformed back into a sky full of blood mist.

Hela's exquisitely beautiful body, barefoot and draped only in an ice-blue veil, nestled back into Jiang Han's arms.

Hella: (o)(o)

"Master's strength is getting greater and greater."

"This god's blood...it's so hot, so sweet..."

Hela tilted her head back, stuck out her pink, delicate tongue, and licked away a drop of dark gold divine blood that had accidentally splashed onto her lips.

The energy of the divine blood caused her cheeks to flush with an extremely alluring blush.

Her entire body clung to Jiang Han, her full breasts rubbing against his arm, a sight so alluring it was almost outrageous.

Jiang Han ignored Hela, who was in heat.

He raised his right foot, clad in military boots, and stomped directly on Garuda's massive, still convulsing beak.

The tread pattern on the sole of the military boots relentlessly crushed the dignity of this high-dimensional deity.

"Look carefully."

Jiang Han's gaze swept coldly over all of humanity through the lens.

"The blood is still warm."

"It's still breathing."

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, crushing Garuda's beak to pieces.

The sound of bones shattering was particularly jarring on the deathly silent Mars.

"The scene of the Great Qin Heavenly King beheading the god just now was not some bullshit holographic projection."

"It didn't happen tens of thousands of years ago either."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Jiang Han's lips.

"It happened in this very second!"

"The Qin Dynasty's interstellar massacre is now, immediately, right beneath my feet!"

These words, like the Siberian cold wind, instantly froze the blood of all humanity.

Just now?

The Qin army is still slaying gods on Mars?!

"Since it just died..."

Jiang Han slowly turned her head.

His eyes, burning with dark golden flames, were fixed on the endless darkness deep within the sea of ​​blood.

"So, on Mars, besides me..."

"There must still be living executioners in this interstellar execution ground of the Great Qin Dynasty!"

It seemed to be to confirm Jiang Han's words.

From the darkness deep within the sea of ​​blood, a series of extremely heavy, uniform metallic footsteps suddenly resounded.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound was like thousands upon thousands of heavily armored ancient soldiers, stepping over the corpses of countless gods, frantically approaching Jiang Han!