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

The towering black column of smoke was like a stabilizing force, firmly anchored in the southeast corner of Xianyang City.

Su Ming dragged Meng Yi along as they ran, their shoes practically burning out.

He's so excited he wants to howl like a wolf.

What "womanizer" or "chaotic private life" are nothing but trivial gossip when faced with the birth of a true strategic weapon!

If Wang Jian can successfully evolve, the Qin Dynasty will have air superiority!

In this era of cold weapons, what does it mean to have an air force?

It means a dimensional reduction attack! It means I can hit you whenever I want, but you can't even touch my heel!

"Faster! Faster!"

Panting, Su Ming rushed across the street corner and saw from afar that Wang Jian's General's Mansion was already surrounded by a dense crowd.

The dark-skinned Imperial Guards, wielding long spears, were all pale-faced and trembling, yet they still held the outer perimeter firmly, preventing anyone from getting close.

The oppressive aura emanating from the center of that mansion was simply terrifying.

The feeling was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been sleeping for ten thousand years was awakening. With each heartbeat, the chests of those around him would resonate with pain.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

As soon as Su Ming rushed to the door, he felt his heart being squeezed hard, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Such a powerful surge of blood energy!"

Su Ming's eyes lit up; instead of waning, he became even more excited. "This old general is really robust! The T-virus combined with the Dragon's Reverse Scale didn't break him?"

"Imperial Advisor, you've arrived."

A calm and authoritative voice came from the side.

Su Ming turned his head and saw Ying Zheng standing with his hands behind his back on a bronze chariot.

His dragon robe fluttered wildly in the wind, his red hair danced wildly behind his head, and the green fire in his eyes was twice as bright as usual as he stared intently at the backyard of the general's mansion.

"Your Majesty, how come you're faster than me?" Su Ming bowed.

"I smell... the scent of my own kind."

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, a look of near ecstasy on his face, the corners of his mouth even slightly upturned. "Moreover, he is a very strong one of his kind. I can even feel that he craves blood, craves slaughter, craves... the sky."

"Sky?"

Su Ming's heart stirred.

Just then, a sharp sound like tearing cloth suddenly came from inside the general's mansion.

"Sizzle—"

Immediately afterwards, the black vortex that had been hanging over the backyard seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible hand, and began to spin and contract wildly, eventually converging into an extremely unstable black dot.

All sounds vanished at that moment.

The world seemed to freeze for a moment.

next second.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar shattered all the paper windows within a hundred-meter radius!

The sturdy roof of Wang Jian's mansion's backyard was as fragile as paper, instantly ripped off from the inside by a violent force, with tiles, beams, and bricks shooting out in all directions like cannonballs.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a dark figure shot into the sky like an arrow!

"roar!!!"

The dark figure hovered in mid-air, letting out a long howl.

The sound waves rolled on, spreading outwards like tangible sound waves, causing the imperial guards below to suffer painful eardrums and kneel down, covering their ears.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the true form of the figure was revealed.

The entire room fell silent.

Even Ying Zheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

It was a humanoid monster that was at least three meters tall.

His body was covered with a layer of fine, hard, bluish-black scales, each one shimmering with a metallic luster—a mutated product of the fusion with the reverse scales of a true dragon.

His muscles were bulging like a dragon, exuding explosive power. His hands had transformed into sharp claws, with a faint blue light emanating from his fingertips, clearly containing deadly poison.

What's most striking is the pair of things behind him.

"Wings...wings?!"

Meng Yi stared wide-eyed at the sky, his fingers trembling, "How...how can a person grow wings?!"

Two enormous bone wings suddenly appeared on Wang Jian's back, from the position of his shoulder blades!

The bone wings had no feathers, but were covered with a layer of pale gray fleshy membrane. When spread out, they were five or six meters wide. Each flap brought up a gust of foul wind, tearing the surrounding air and making it shriek.

This design is ferocious and terrifying, yet it possesses an extreme kind of violent aesthetics.

"Flying Yaksha..."

Su Ming looked at the figure floating in mid-air, muttered to himself, and quickly brought up the system panel.

[Beep! Target scan complete!]

Name: Wang Jian

[Race: Mutant Corpse Clan (Flying Yaksha)]

Strength: 100000 (the strength of 100,000 jin)

[Agility: Breaking the Sound Barrier (Short-Range Burst)]

[Special Abilities: Ultra-low altitude flight, Corpse Poison Tornado, Steel Wings, Dragon Scale Protection (80% physical damage reduction).]

[Overall assessment: This is no longer human; it's a humanoid bomber.]

"Awesome!"

Su Ming clenched his fist and shouted, "It's done! It's really done! This is the Air Force One I wanted!"

In mid-air, Wang Jian seemed to still be getting used to his new body.

He looked down at his scaly hands, then at the enormous bone wings behind him. His once cloudy old eyes were now burning with two crimson lights.

"Is this... power?"

Wang Jian's voice became low and hoarse, like two pieces of pig iron rubbing against each other.

He suddenly flapped his wings.

"call--"

A sudden gust of wind arose.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt, leaving a trail of afterimages in the sky above Xianyang City.

It was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to see it!

"Bang!"

A muffled sonic boom even echoed in the air.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wang Jian laughed wildly as he soared freely in the air. The feeling of breaking free from the earth's gravity and looking down upon all living beings gave this veteran general, who had fought all his life, an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

"His Majesty!"

Wang Jian swooped down and hovered thirty meters in the air in front of Ying Zheng, kneeling on one knee in mid-air, his voice like thunder:

"Your humble servant Wang Jian has not failed in his mission! I will immediately go and catch all the birds in the sky to accompany Your Majesty's wine!"

Ying Zheng looked up at his former comrade-in-arms, now a capable lieutenant, his eyes blazing with green fire.

"well!"

Ying Zheng laughed loudly, "General Wang, now that you have transformed into a dragon, why bother catching birds? I want you to be my prairie fire, burning away all the weeds in this world!"

This scene not only shocked Xianyang Palace.

It was seen clearly by several pairs of eyes hiding in the shadows.

Outside Xianyang City, on a crooked old tree on Shili Slope.

Several spies from the six kingdoms, dressed as woodcutters, were holding up a "thousand-mile eye" (a simple telescope) that they had bought at great expense from a merchant from the Western Regions. Their hands were trembling as if they had Parkinson's disease.

"Do you...can you see that?"

One of the spies swallowed hard, his voice trembling with emotion, "What is that? Is that a person? Why does it have wings?"

"The Qin people...the Qin people can fly..."

The other spy turned pale with fright, and the charcoal pencil in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and broke.

"This intelligence... how should this intelligence be written? Should we write that Qin has a birdman army? Would the Hegemon believe that?"

"Believe it or not, we have to report this! This is a matter of life and death!"

The lead scout gritted his teeth, trembling as he picked up a pen and scrawled a line of words on a piece of sheepskin:

[Breaking News! Qin General Wang Jian... has mutated and taken to the skies! Suspected of possessing a sorcerous flying technique! Flee immediately! Flee immediately!]

After finishing writing, he didn't even bother to put away his binoculars; he simply rolled up the sheepskin, stuffed it into his clothes, and growled at his companion beside him:

"Get out! Get out now! We can't stay here! If we don't run, that birdman will fly down and we'll all become bird food!"