Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

The wind on the drill ground whipped up yellow sand, stinging my face.

Meng Tian had just rushed back to the capital from the Great Wall in the north, and before he could even shake off the frost and snow from his armor, he went straight to this royal forbidden garden. His face, weathered by years of hardship, was filled with coldness, and the way he looked at Su Ming was not as if he were looking at the Grand Preceptor, but rather as if he were looking at a traitor who had not yet been brought to justice.

"General Meng, if your gaze could kill, I'd probably be riddled with holes by now."

Su Ming sat in a grand chair, holding a hand warmer in his hands, lazily sizing up the Great Qin War God. "His Majesty sent you back to receive a reward, not to glare at me."

"The Imperial Advisor?"

Meng Tian snorted coldly, his hand on the Qin sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. "If it weren't for His Majesty's decree, I would have already slain you, this wicked sorcerer! His Majesty is a great emperor of all time, yet you... you've made him look like that! Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

"We'll talk about divine retribution later."

Su Ming stood up, dusted himself off, and completely ignored Meng Tian's murderous intent. "Now that the general is back, he can help me test out a new gadget. Only a fierce general like the general, with blood and energy like a dragon, can handle this thing. I wouldn't feel comfortable letting anyone else wear it."

After he finished speaking, he waved.

Two strongmen, enhanced by the aura of corpses, struggled to carry over a huge frame covered by a black cloth.

"Playing tricks!"

Meng Tian scoffed, "I've killed countless enemies on the frontier, what kind of battles haven't I seen? You think your fancy tricks can demoralize my troops?"

"Whether it's a clever trick or not, you'll only know after you try it."

Su Ming ripped off the black cloth.

"Splash—"

Under the sunlight, a pair of black armor with a ferocious design and a violent aesthetic was clearly visible.

Unlike the leather or iron armor of the Qin Dynasty, this thing was made entirely of an unknown metal with a dark sheen. The key joints were not connected by leather ropes, but were inlaid with pale white animal bones and intricate gears.

Especially on its back, four mechanical bone arms extend out like spider legs, their tips gleaming with a ghostly green light, as if ready to devour anyone at any moment.

"What...what is this?" Meng Tian's eyes narrowed, instinctively sensing a dangerous aura.

"I call it 'Black Gold Exoskeleton Corpse Armor - Unit 1'."

Su Ming stepped forward and patted the cold armor as if caressing a lover. "It combines the domineering mechanical arts of the Gongshu family with my Corpse Alchemy. You don't need to exert any effort; it can move on its own. Wearing it, you'll be the Gundam of the battlefield... oh, in other words, a god descending to earth."

"Hmph, it looks intimidating, but it's probably just for show."

Although Meng Tian was stubborn, his gaze couldn't help but linger on the armor a few more times. As a military general, he had a natural sensitivity to weapons and armor.

"Provocation won't work on me, but..." Meng Tian removed his cloak, tossed it to his personal guard, and strode forward. "I'd like to see what kind of trouble you, this sorcerer, can cause! If you can't protect my body, I'll break your bones!"

"Please." Su Ming gestured.

The process of putting it on is somewhat cumbersome, and the "click" sound made when the bone clips close is enough to make your teeth ache.

When the last piece of the mask fell, completely covering Meng Tian's resolute face, a suffocating sense of oppression instantly swept across the entire training ground.

Meng Tian felt a sudden tightness throughout his body. Then, a chilling, bone-piercing airflow pierced through the inner wall of his armor and entered his pores. However, he did not feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, he felt that all the muscles in his body were activated by this cold air, as if inexhaustible strength was surging within him.

"Want to try taking a few steps?" Su Ming asked with a smile, arms crossed.

Meng Tian tentatively raised his leg.

"Thump!"

He had only intended to take a light step, but when his foot landed, it created a deep pit in the hard training ground, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

Meng Tian was stunned. He looked at his feet, then at the target in the distance, and an unbelievable surge of joy welled up inside him.

"This...this power..."

"Don't just walk, run! Jump!" Su Ming egged him on. "Go get that sword-testing stone up ahead, give it a punch!"

At this moment, Meng Tian had forgotten his prejudice against Su Ming, and the exhilarating feeling of his power surging made him want to release it.

He suddenly pushed off the ground, and his whole body shot out like a black cannonball, so fast that he left a trail of afterimages behind him!

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the boulder that weighed at least a thousand pounds.

"break!"

With a roar, Meng Tian unleashed a powerful punch with his right fist, clad in a black metal gauntlet.

"BOOM—!!!"

With a loud bang, rubble flew everywhere.

The giant rock used to test the power of the battering ram was completely shattered by this punch, turning into dust all over the ground!

"Hahaha! That's great! That's really great!"

Meng Tian looked at his fist and couldn't help but roar to the sky. This wasn't just armor; it was as if he had been given the body of a god or demon! With this, taking the head of a general from among thousands of troops would be as easy as taking candy from a baby!

"Don't be too happy yet, there's a hidden feature too."

Su Ming grinned mischievously and pointed to the bony arms behind the fingernails, "Concentrate your mind on your back and think about 'ejaculation'."

"injection?"

Meng Tian subconsciously did as instructed.

Suddenly, the four mechanical skeletal arms opened, and a thick green poisonous mist suddenly spewed out from the small holes at their tips, instantly covering a ten-meter radius in front of them.

Within the range of the poisonous fog, several wooden stakes corroded and turned black at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pool of pus.

Meng Tian gasped; if that sprayed on someone...

The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.

"How is it, General Meng?"

Su Ming stepped forward and tapped Meng Tian's chest armor, producing a crisp metallic sound. "Does this 'sorcery' still meet your approval?"

"Click".

The mask popped open, revealing Meng Tian's flushed face.

At this moment, the hostility on his face had vanished, replaced by an almost greedy frenzy. He caressed his armor with obvious affection, as if he were caressing the skin of a peerless beauty.

"Imperial Advisor... no, Mr. Su!"

Meng Tian grabbed Su Ming's arm with such force that he almost broke Su Ming's bone, his eyes burning with a frightening intensity:

"Are there any more of these treasures? I'm not greedy, but could you give each of my 300,000 Great Wall defenders... one set?"

"With this equipment, not only will I be able to conquer the Xiongnu, but I can also conquer territory for His Majesty, even if we fight all the way to the frigid far north!"

Su Ming hissed in pain, struggled to pull his arm out, and rolled his eyes wide.

"Three hundred thousand sets? General Meng, do you think these are as common as cabbages? Or do you think I'm Doraemon?"

"This set alone used up three months' worth of the Imperial Treasury's black iron reserves, and also used the skeletons of three tiger demons! Even if you sold yourself, you wouldn't be able to raise a fraction of that amount!"