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

"Dinner's ready!"

Su Ming's lazy voice, amplified by the Mo family's improved mechanical technology, clearly resounded throughout the entire Youdu, even carrying a slight echo.

Upon hearing this mocking command atop the dragon's head, Yan Dan had no time to react before an unprecedented crisis of death enveloped him completely.

The hundred "flying zombies," swarming in like locusts, drew a hundred eerie arcs in the air. Their corpse-gas jets spewed out eerie blue tail flames, their mobility was unbelievable, and they easily dodged the thick but clumsy pillar of fire spewed out by the Azure Dragon mechanical beast.

"Spread out! It's the 'Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers' formation!"

On the terrace, Gongshu Chou was as excited as a 200-pound child, gesturing wildly as he acted as a commentator, "Grand Master, look! They executed your tactical orders perfectly! The attack trajectory of these Mohist idiots was so easy to predict, they practically delivered the targets right to our mouths!"

Yan Dan stood on the dragon's head, looking at the group of black monsters that scattered like ghosts, and her heart sank.

fast!

too fast!

Although the Azure Dragon mechanical beasts are enormous, they take time to turn and attack, while these things are like weightless flies, slippery and impossible to lock onto.

Before he could even give the order to change tactics, the hundred flying zombies had already completed their encirclement, like a group of bloodthirsty piranhas, and crashed heavily into the Azure Dragon's massive wooden body.

"Click! Click! Click!"

That was the sound of metal claws piercing into a thousand-year-old sacred tree.

The flying zombies used their sharp claws to firmly attach themselves to the dragon's body, and then their arms, which had been transformed into killing weapons, began to operate wildly.

"Zzzzzzz—!!!"

A piercing roar, like a dentist's drill amplified ten thousand times, instantly resounded through the night sky.

Dozens of high-speed rotating chainsaws mercilessly sliced ​​into the dragon's hard, iron-like wooden shell. Wood chips flew like a torrential rain, and the air instantly filled with a burnt smell.

"This...this is impossible!"

Inside the dragon's head, the Mohist disciple in charge of controlling the mechanism was terrified as he watched the transmitted images. "The Azure Dragon's outer armor is made of North Sea Black Wood, soaked in tung oil, impervious to blades and spears, and unaffected by water and fire! How could it... how could it be sawed open?!"

"Idiots! Who's going to fight you head-on?"

Su Ming stood on the terrace, leisurely sipping his tea, as if enjoying a splendid demolition show. "My zombie army knows martial arts!"

In the footage, one of the flying zombies did not violently cut with a chainsaw like its companions.

The high-frequency vibrating dagger in its hand moved with lightning speed, not directly attacking the thick outer armor, but skillfully maneuvering along the seams of the wooden armor. In the flash of the blade, the bronze rivets connecting the armor plates were snapped off one by one.

Its movements are fluid and graceful, carrying an artistic quality akin to a master butcher dissecting an ox.

"See that?" Su Ming pointed at the zombie, proudly showing off to Gongshu Chou. "That guy has the 'Sword Saint Movement' chip implanted in his brain, which I extracted from Gai Nie, plus a copy of 'Lu Ban's Woodworking Diagram.' Professional! That's what you call professional!"

"Professional! So professional!" Gongshu Chou watched, completely mesmerized.

On the other side, an even more ferocious zombie wielded its chainsaw like a black whirlwind, employing a powerful and sweeping spear technique. It didn't bother with any seams, relentlessly attacking the Azure Dragon's neck, sawing a deep, bone-revealing gash into its hard flesh.

"What about that one? Whose chip is that?" Gongshu Chou asked curiously.

"That one? Simple and straightforward." Su Ming curled his lip. "What I typed into him was 'The True Story of Xiang Yu's 365 Ways to Go Mad'."

"Roar!" "Kill!"

The back of the Azure Dragon was already a complete mess.

The Mohist disciples responsible for guarding the dragon brandished their weapons, trying to cut off the flies clinging to its body. But their swords only managed to send up a string of sparks when they struck the flying zombie's light armor, leaving not even a white mark.

The zombies' counterattack, however, was deadly.

They didn't even need to turn around; the corpse gas sprayers on their backs suddenly changed direction, spewing out thick, green mist of corpse poison. Any Mo family disciple who came into contact with even a little bit would instantly scream and turn into a pool of pus and blood.

This is not a battle at all.

This is a one-sided conflict, filled with the aesthetics of violence...

Disassembly Show.

"No...no!!"

Yan Dan stood atop the dragon's head, watching his proud "war behemoth" being dismembered in just a few minutes, his eyes wide with fury.

First, the left wing was severed at the root, and the huge wooden wing, carrying several Mo family disciples who hadn't had time to jump away, spun and plummeted to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's tail was sawed in two by a zombie using the "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies" gun technique.

Having lost its balance, the Azure Dragon mechanical beast could no longer maintain its flight posture, letting out a mournful cry of unbearable strain. Its massive body began to tilt, crashing heavily into the square within Youdu City.

"It's over..."

Yan Dan looked down at the cold, black iron-paved ground that was getting closer and closer, and all that remained in her eyes was endless despair.

He didn't understand.

What's wrong with this world?

Why is it that his prized mechanical arts, which represent the highest level of skill in the world, are as fragile as a wooden toy in front of this sorcerer?

"BOOM—!!!!!"

A deafening roar.

The Azure Dragon, the supreme mechanical beast of the Mohist school that once struck fear into the hearts of the six kingdoms, was smashed into a pile of broken parts and flying wood chips in the central square of Youdu in an extremely humiliating manner.

"Art! This is simply art of destruction!"

On the terrace, Gongshu Chou watched the spectacular "plane crash" scene and was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He was about to kneel down to Su Ming on the spot.

Su Ming waved his hand, signaling him to calm down.

"Don't jump to conclusions, they might have a backup plan."

……

Amidst the smoke-filled ruins.

"Cough cough..."

Yan Dan crawled out from under a pile of broken gears and planks, covered in dust and dirt. His bamboo hat was nowhere to be seen, his dark eyebrows were broken in two, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was extremely disheveled.

But he's not dead yet.

As the leader of the Mohist school, his cultivation had already reached a state of perfection, and this impact was not enough to kill him.

"Su Ming...you evil Taoist priest!"

Leaning on his broken sword, Yan Dan staggered to his feet, his eyes burning with unyielding rage. "Even if you destroy the Azure Dragon, you can't erase the Mo family's will of 'universal love and non-aggression'!"

"Even if I, Yan Dan, die today, I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice caught in his throat.

Because he realized that he was surrounded.

In the sky, a hundred flying zombies hovered in mid-air, looking down at him. Their hundred pairs of flashing red eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps from hell.

But that's not the worst part.

The most terrifying thing is the ground.

Before he knew it, a giant dog, as big as a lion, was silently standing in front of him.

The giant dog was covered in a layer of white, bony armor, its muscles were bulging, its fangs were exposed, and its scarlet eyes were filled with hunger and savagery. Most bizarrely, its right hind leg was a mechanical prosthetic limb made of metal and bone.

"Woof!"

The giant dog tilted its head, letting out a low growl. Foul-smelling saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth onto the ground, sizzling as it corroded the hard iron plate.

For the first time, Yan Dan's hand, gripping the broken sword, trembled.

He felt a terrifying pressure emanating from this "dog" that was even more terrifying than the combined pressure of the hundred flying zombies from before.

Just then, a lazy voice rang out through the loudspeakers around the square.

"Your Excellency, please don't be nervous."

Su Ming's voice carried a hint of mockery, "Let me introduce you, this is my watchdog, Wangcai."

"It just finished dinner and is taking a walk to digest. But judging from its appearance... it doesn't seem to be full yet."

"How about it? Want to... play with it?"