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

"when--!"

Sparks flew, illuminating Long Qi's blood-stained and despair-filled face.

The fine iron spear in his hand was now bent into a breathtaking arc, desperately blocking the heavy chainsaw axe that was roaring wildly. The high-speed spinning saw teeth rubbed violently against the shaft of the spear, emitting a teeth-grinding shriek, and scalding iron filings flew onto Long Qi's face, burning black blisters.

"A monster...this is a complete monster!"

Long Qi gritted his teeth, his arm muscles bulging as if his veins were about to burst. He considered himself exceptionally strong, but in front of this three-meter-tall "tyrant," he felt like he was wrestling with a mountain.

The opponent didn't even use their full strength.

The monster wearing a metal mask had a single eye that flashed a mocking red light as it suppressed Long Qi with an axe in one hand, while its other huge alloy claw made two grasping motions in the air as if searching for the best place to bite.

"Capture mode... activated."

A cold, synthesized electronic voice emanated from beneath the mask.

The next second, the tyrant suddenly withdrew his force.

"call--"

Long Qi felt his hands suddenly go empty and his center of gravity instantly shifted, causing him to stagger forward involuntarily.

This step became the boundary between life and death.

The tyrant's enormous left claw shot out like lightning, grabbing Long Ju's neck and lifting the famous Chu general into the air as easily as picking up a chick.

"Release the general!"

The surrounding guards rushed forward like madmen, hacking and slashing, but could only leave a few shallow white marks on the thick plate armor. The tyrant didn't even bother to look at them, and with a casual kick, he sent the guards flying far away, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

"Uh...uh"

Long Qie thrashed wildly with his feet dangling in the air, desperately trying to pry open even the slightest gap with his hands, gripping the iron claw tightly. But the hand remained unmoved, instead tightening its grip. The suffocating sensation made his vision blacken, and his lungs felt like they were about to explode.

On the city tower.

Su Ming watched this scene through the holographic projection, the glass of tomato juice in his hand wobbling.

"Tsk, be gentle, be gentle!"

Su Ming directed at the air, his face full of heartache, "That's Long Qi! S-rank warrior material! Don't break his neck, or the nerves will be disconnected and he'll only be able to make a headless knight, that would be so ugly."

As if hearing Su Ming's complaint, the tyrant in the scene paused slightly.

Instead of snapping Long Qi's neck, it suddenly lowered its head and opened its mechanical mouth, hidden beneath the mask and filled with sharp syringes.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh.

Long Qi's pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant, and his body stiffened abruptly, like a fish nailed to a chopping board.

He clearly felt several cold, thick metal tubes pierce his carotid artery. Immediately afterwards, a scalding, domineering, and aggressive green liquid was forcibly pumped into his body through his blood vessels.

That was a high-concentration [T-virus - Modified] that had been purified three times by Su Ming.

"ah--!!!"

The piercing screams instantly drowned out the clamor of the battlefield.

That wasn't ordinary pain; it was the excruciating pain of having one's genetic chains forcibly torn apart and reassembled. Long Qi felt as if magma had been poured into his body, every inch of his muscle was melting, and every bone was cracking.

"General!"

Several surviving guards crawled over, crying, trying to catch Long Qi as he slipped from the tyrant's grasp.

"Thump."

Long Qi crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He was curled up in a ball, his body convulsing violently, making strange "hoho" sounds from his throat. His originally bronze skin was now turning an eerie bluish-gray at a visible speed. Thick black veins, like living venomous snakes, slithered wildly under his skin, finally converging towards his brow and eyes.

"Quickly! Take the general away! Find the physician!"

A loyal lieutenant rushed forward, wanting to carry Long Qi on his back.

"Don't touch him!"

Someone in the distance shouted in terror, but it was too late.

The moment the lieutenant's hand touched Long Qi's shoulder.

Long Qie, who was still convulsing, suddenly stopped.

This stillness felt extremely jarring, like a sudden pause button being pressed during a violent storm.

Then, he slowly raised his head.

That once resolute and heroic face was now covered with hideous black lines. His lips parted to reveal two rapidly growing, gleaming white fangs, and his eyes, once filled with loyalty and passion…

At this moment, only a deathly stillness remained in the whites of his eyes.

"Buzz—"

Two red lights suddenly lit up in the center of the whites of the eyes!

[Beep! Target conversion complete.]

[New unit released: Corpse General - Long Qie.]

"General...?"

The lieutenant stared at those unfamiliar red eyes, his body stiffening, a chill that penetrated to the bone made him forget even his instinct to run away.

Long Qie remained silent.

He simply tilted his head mechanically, as if adjusting to this brand-new body brimming with explosive power.

He then slowly reached out and grabbed the lieutenant's collar.

"Snap!"

Without the slightest hesitation, without a trace of past affection.

Long Qie suddenly twisted his wrist, snapping the neck of the deputy general who had followed him for ten years.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over his face.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the warm liquid from the corner of his mouth, revealing a stiff and cruel smile on his face.

"This is... power?"

Long Qi's voice became hoarse and deep, with a metallic echo. He bent down, picked up the bent spear from the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, channeled powerful corpse energy into it, actually straightening the piece of scrap metal!

"roar!"

He let out an inhuman roar and turned around abruptly. His spear, like a dragon, transformed into a black lightning bolt and instantly pierced through the three Chu soldiers behind him who were trying to rush forward to fight for their lives.

Three in a row!

"They're on our side! Don't kill them! They're our own people!"

The surrounding Chu army completely collapsed.

If they could grit their teeth and fight against an immortal monster, the psychological impact of their former revered commander turning against them was enough to destroy anyone's will.

"Run! General Dragon has turned into a monster!"

"He's not General Dragon! He's a demon!"

The defeat spread across the battlefield like a plague.

On the city tower.

Xiang Yu gripped the edge of the city wall so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into the bricks and stones, and blood dripped down between his fingers.

He watched as Long Qi was captured by that monster, watched as he was injected with venom, watched as he... pointed his gun at his own brother.

"Longqie—!!!"

A roar of utter grief and indignation shook the city walls of Hangu Pass.

Xiang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and two streams of tears flowed from them. Those were his brothers! Brothers who had grown up with him since childhood, brothers who had sworn to live and die together!

"Su Ming! What did you do to him?! What did you do to my brother?!"

Xiang Yu suddenly turned around. The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd had long been lost. He was now empty-handed, his body burning with black overlord-like energy, and he was about to rush down the city like a mad tiger.

"I'm going to save him! I'm going to take him home!"

"Nobody can stop me!"

"Thump!"

The moment Xiang Yu stepped off the edge of the city wall, the giant boulder shattered. He was launched into the air, about to leap towards Long Ju.

however.

"Want to leave? Did you ask us first?"

The three figures, like three impregnable walls, instantly blocked all his paths.

Su Ming stood in the middle, holding a bowl of tomato juice with an indifferent expression.

On the left is Shao Siming, whose entire body is shrouded in terrifying corpse energy and whose fingertips are swirling with flying leaves.

On the right is Honglian, wielding a crimson soft sword and engulfed in flames.

"Overlord, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Su Ming took a sip of his drink, his eyes coldly fixed on Xiang Yu, who was on the verge of exploding. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Your brother has 'abandoned darkness and embraced the light,' joining the glorious evolution."

"Now…"

"now you."