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

"The coach?"

Gai Nie's grip on Yuan Hong tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white. He looked at the once-familiar King of Qin before him, who now exuded a nauseating aura of death and an overwhelmingly domineering pressure, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart shattered.

This was no longer the Ying Zheng he knew.

This was not the Qin Dynasty he knew.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

Gai Nie took a deep breath, his inner energy surging wildly, and the Yuanhong sword trembled with a mournful cry. He knew that escaping unscathed today would be harder than ascending to heaven. But as a sword saint, even in dire straits, he would still unleash this final strike.

"Trying to leave?"

Before Ying Zheng could speak, a gaunt old man standing beside him suddenly took a step forward.

That was Prime Minister Li Si.

But Li Si at this moment was no longer the frail scholar he once was. He removed his official hat, revealing a crystal chip embedded in the back of his head that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, with several thin silver wires extending down his spine and into the depths of his collar.

His eyes were unfocused, yet countless streams of blue data cascaded through his pupils.

"According to big data analysis, the probability of Sword Saint Gai Nie breaking through to the left is 73%, the probability of leaping upwards is 21%, and the probability of a frontal assault is 6%."

Li Si's voice became flat and monotonous, like a cold, mechanical reading machine: "Black Iron Warriors, listen to my command! Seal off the left 'Qian' position and activate the high-frequency oscillation shield wall."

"Buzz—"

As Li Si finished speaking, the Black Iron Warriors on the left, who had been standing still, suddenly raised their giant shields without warning and stepped forward in unison.

"clang!"

Gai Nie's figure transformed into a blur as he rushed to the left, his Yuanhong Sword thrusting out with deadly sharpness, yet it struck the giant shields that had just been erected precisely.

Sparks flew everywhere!

Gai Nie felt a tingling sensation in his hand and was greatly alarmed.

Was it predicted?

How is that possible? The change of move just now was spontaneous, even for him. How could Li Si, a civil official who doesn't know martial arts, predict it so accurately?

"I don't believe it!"

Gai Nie spun around, his feet landing on the Seven Stars formation, and he moved like a ghost to the open space on the right. "The Horizontal and Vertical Movement Technique is ever-changing; let's see how you plan to counter it!"

"Right side, 'Kun' position, prepare the gravity trap, predicted landing coordinates: 3, 2, 1."

The data stream in Li Si's eyes accelerated wildly, his fingers flying across the air as if manipulating an invisible chess game. "Release!"

"Snap!"

As soon as Gai Nie landed, the bluestone slab beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and several barbs coated with corpse poison shot out instantly. If he hadn't reacted extremely quickly, twisting his waist and changing direction mid-air, his legs would probably have been severed.

Even so, his clothes were torn, and the black fabric was instantly corroded into ash.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Gai Nie retreated to the center of the square, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

He felt he wasn't facing a single person, but rather an all-knowing, all-encompassing net. No matter how he changed his moves or exerted his strength, his opponent always seemed to be one step ahead, as if...

It's as if they already knew the future!

"Stop struggling, senior brother."

Su Ming sat in his chair, still holding the glass of tomato juice, and said leisurely, "In the face of the 'Great Qin Biological Supercomputing Center'... oh no, in the face of Prime Minister Li's computing power, your so-called sword moves are nothing more than a bunch of data that can be analyzed."

"No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife; no matter how good your agility is, you can be knocked down by a brick."

"What's more, we have air superiority here."

Before Su Ming could finish speaking, a sharp sonic boom suddenly came from the sky.

"boom!"

A massive black shadow blocked out the sunlight, swooping down from a height of ten thousand meters with suffocating wind pressure.

Gai Nie suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

He saw a... birdman?

No, it was a monster with huge bone wings and covered in bluish-black scales! He held two still-dripping claws in his hands, and although his face was ferocious, it was still vaguely recognizable as the Great Qin's God of War—Wang Jian!

"Hahahaha! Sword Saint? Let this old man weigh you in!"

Wang Jian let out a wild laugh, flapped his wings, and crashed down like a meteorite.

"Bang!"

Gai Nie raised his sword to block, but it felt like being hit by a mountain.

The Yuanhong Sword bent to its limit, groaning under the strain. Gai Nie's feet sank half a foot into the ground, his bones cracking, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

too heavy!

This is a power that no human could possibly possess!

"This is... the Flying Yaksha?"

Gai Nie gritted his teeth, enduring Wang Jian's suppression with all his might. Looking into the other's bloodshot eyes, filled with savagery and mockery, an unprecedented despair welled up in his heart.

Above are flying monsters, below are mechanical zombies, and in the middle stands a cyber prime minister who can predict the future.

How the hell are we supposed to fight this?

Is this the setup you'd expect from a martial arts film set? Did the Qin Dynasty get the wrong script?

"it's over."

Ying Zheng's cold voice rang out.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and a dense mass of dark green corpse energy condensed in his palm. The corpse energy transformed into a giant ghost claw, which directly gripped Gai Nie's throat, lifting him into the air.

"Senior brother, your sword is too slow."

"Or rather... it's because my Great Qin has evolved too quickly."

The Yuanhong Sword in Gai Nie's hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

His throat was being choked, his face turning purple, his legs kicking wildly in the air, but he couldn't break free from that huge hand that felt like an iron clamp. Looking at the group of strangely shaped yet ridiculously powerful "important ministers of the Great Qin" before him, his worldview completely collapsed into dust at that moment.

How could this be a dynasty on earth?

This is clearly a den of demons disguised as the Qin Dynasty!

"Don't kill him! Don't kill him!"

Just as Ying Zheng was about to use a little force to snap the sword saint's neck for some fun, Su Ming rushed over, waving a huge syringe in his hand.

"Your Majesty, please show mercy! This is a Sword Saint! A rare elite monster!"

Su Ming rushed over, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the dying Gai Nie. "His genes definitely have top-tier swordsmanship reflexes and agility! If we can extract them, we can mass-produce 'Agility Potions'!"

"Once the Black Iron Elite gets a boost, it won't just be a tank anymore; it'll be a 'highly mobile assassin tank'!"

Ying Zheng didn't understand what genes were, but he understood "mass production" and "stronger".

"Granted."

Ying Zheng casually tossed Gai Nie to Su Ming's feet, saying, "As long as you don't kill him, you can do whatever you want with him. I also want to see if my elite soldiers can all learn the Hundred-Step Flying Sword Technique. Who in this world can stand in my way?"

Su Ming chuckled, stepped on Gai Nie's chest to prevent him from suddenly attacking, and then skillfully rolled up his sleeve, aiming the thick needle at his vein.

"Sword Saint, please bear with it, you might feel a little dizzy from the needles."

"This first injection can be considered your contribution to the scientific cause of the Qin Dynasty."

As dark red blood gushed from the syringe, Gai Nie looked at the still azure sky above him, which seemed utterly unfamiliar, his eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

I don't know if she was strangled or made unconscious by anger.

……

Three days later.

A piece of news powerful enough to shake the entire Nine Provinces spread like wildfire throughout the former lands of the Six Kingdoms through various channels.

"Have you heard? Sword Saint Gai Nie... has fallen!"

"What? Gai Nie, the one who's known as the greatest swordsman in the world? Didn't he go to assassinate the King of Qin?"

"Bullshit! I heard he didn't even get to see Qin Shi Huang. He was surrounded and beaten by a bunch of iron lumps as soon as he entered the palace! Later, General Wang Jian transformed into a birdman and descended from the sky, knocking him unconscious with a single slap!"

"Birdman? Metal lump? Are you drunk?"

"It's absolutely true! Gai Nie has been captured by that wicked imperial advisor and is being drained of his blood, supposedly to concoct some kind of 'Sword God Potion'! It's so tragic; a sword saint of his generation has become nothing but medicinal dregs!"

Inside the secret stronghold of the six kingdoms.

As Xiang Yu listened to the scout's report, he once again crushed the wine cup in his hand into a flat iron disc.

Zhang Liang stopped waving his feather fan, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Fan Zeng plopped down on the ground, muttering to himself, "Even Gai Nie has fallen... Is there really no cure for Qin's sorcery?"

In a head-on clash, even a martial arts legend was defeated.

In terms of military strength, they have zombies that never sleep and flying monsters.

How can we fight this war?

"Everyone..."

In the corner, Liu Bang, who had been almost invisible, weakly raised his hand again, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Since force isn't working... shouldn't we try a different approach?"

A cunning glint flashed in Liu Bang's peach-blossom eyes as he rubbed his hands together in a lewd manner.

"That Imperial Advisor Su Ming, although very capable, I've heard... he has a fatal weakness."

"Lustful."

"And the kind of woman who... accepts all comers and has extremely strong tastes."

"Since we can't beat him, why don't we... seduce him?"

The gazes of the crowd instantly turned strange.

Although this suggestion is despicable, shameless, and has no bottom line.

But we have to admit...

This seems to be the only way to break through that "demon's lair" at present.

"Pass on the order!"

Xiang Yu gritted his teeth, his face filled with humiliation, but he still managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Bring me all the princesses, saintesses, courtesans... from every country... as long as they're beautiful!"

"Since he likes it, then send it to him! I refuse to believe that his physique can withstand the 'Rouge Formation' of six kingdoms!"