Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1139 Today, I, Zhang Yuan, will lead you through the Zhang Honghuang

The silver-gray light of the battle patterns flowed slowly across the surface of the armor, like a giant heart beating gently in this underground space.

No one moved.

No one speaks.

In the canyon, only one sound remained.

The battle runes within those armors circulated, emitting a low, humming sound.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

It's like a war song from a million years ago, coming from the end of time.

The sound was very soft, but the entire canyon resonated with it.

The stone slabs beneath my feet trembled slightly, and the rocks overhead emitted a buzzing echo.

Zhang Yuan held the Zhenyue Token and stood at the forefront of the 100,000-strong army.

The light on the token had dimmed.

The light from the battle patterns also subsided, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible silver halo on the surface of the armor.

Those armored figures stood there, silent and motionless, like stone statues sculpted over millions of years.

But they are not stone statues.

They are alive.

The two silver-gray lights burned in the eye sockets of their helmets, calmly gazing ahead.

Zhang Yuan turned around to face the black armor.

He looked at the soldiers in the first row, whose breastplates bore the same character "Yue" as the one on the token in his hand.

This name died during a 173-day siege and lay buried in this wasteland for millions of years.

Nobody knows their names.

No one knows what they guarded here.

They died here, and were forgotten here.

Zhang Yuan raised the token and said quietly, "May your fame last forever, and may you all live on forever."

One hundred thousand figures in black armor simultaneously held their long swords upright in front of their chests, the tips pointing to the sky, performing a military salute reminiscent of a million years ago.

There was no sound, no drumbeats, no horns.

Only the battle patterns flowing on the armor lit up for a fleeting moment, like a silent shout.

Then they turned around and faced the monsters.

Tuoba Shan stood there, looking at the 100,000 armored figures before him, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

He had been hunting for over a decade, witnessing the most elite battle formations of the White Frost Clan and the hundred-foot-tall war beast formed from three thousand warriors.

But compared to what's before them, none of that matters.

This is a real army.

An army that fought on the vast, ancient land millions of years ago.

Amu leaned against the rock wall, watching the silhouettes of those in armor.

The dagger in his hand had fallen to the ground. He didn't pick it up, but just stood there, looking at the silver-gray light flowing on the black armor, without uttering a word for a long time.

Yan Laoshuan, who was standing next to him, had stood up at some point, still holding the bone shield in his hand, but he did not rush forward again.

He just stood there, looking at the armor, his mouth deeply wrinkled, his eyes shining.

Yan Qing sat there, leaning against the rock wall.

My legs hurt, my arms hurt, and my head hurts.

But he did not close his eyes.

He watched as rows of dark, silent figures lined up before him, like a wall of steel separating him from the monsters.

Old Yan squatted down next to him and whispered, "Kid, we're not going to die."

Yan Qing was speechless.

He just stared at those black figures, at the battle patterns that shimmered with silver-gray light, his hand gripping the knife trembling violently.

A low, mournful horn sounded from within the canyon. But it wasn't a horn.

That was the sound of 100,000 suits of armor colliding simultaneously, like a war machine that had been dormant for millions of years finally starting to run again.

The sound came from the end of the canyon, rolling along the rock wall, growing louder and louder, like a thunderclap approaching.

Not a single one of the monsters dared to move.

The massive body of the Iron-Spine Bull trembled, its thick limbs shaking slightly.

The gray-maned wolf lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to utter even a whimper.

The purple-eyed demonic ape knelt on the ground, its hands covering its head, like a group of prisoners awaiting judgment.

One hundred thousand armored figures began to advance.

It's not fast.

Their steps were unhurried and steady, each step firmly planted on the land they had trod on millions of years ago.

The sound of those iron boots treading on the stone slabs blended into a rhythmic, steady rumble.

The roar was like an ancient war song, its rhythm heavy and resolute, each time it resounded, causing rubble to fall from the rock face.

The roar reverberated throughout the entire canyon, traveling from the depths of the earth all the way to the surface, and even the camps on the ground felt a slight tremor.

Inside the camp, the sentries who were on patrol stopped in their tracks.

They felt the ground beneath their feet tremble.

It wasn't the chaotic trembling of an earthquake, but a regular, steady pulsation.

It was as if deep within the earth, a giant heart had begun to beat again.

They turned their heads and looked towards the north ridge.

No one speaks.

But everyone knew that something had come out from underground.

Yan He stood at the entrance of the camp, gripping the hilt of his knife, looking towards the northern ridge.

He felt the ground tremble beneath his feet, the tremor coming from deep underground, traveling up his leg bones to his chest.

He didn't know what it was.

But he knew that Zhang Yuan had succeeded.

In the very center of the drill ground, next to the half-charred flagpole, the half-wooden pole stuck in the mud finally tilted at an almost imperceptible angle for the first time in the wind of the drill ground.

It was as if something underground was responding to it.

Zhang Yuan stood in the canyon, watching the 100,000 armored figures silently pass by him and head towards the canyon entrance.

As each suit of armor passed in front of him, the character "Yue" on its breastplate shimmered slightly in the silvery-gray light, as if nodding to him.

They didn't speak.

For millions of years, they have remained silent.

But as they passed him, those two silvery-gray lights burned in their eye sockets, calmly watching him, as if to say—

You came.

We have waited for you for millions of years.

Zhang Yuan didn't move. He stood there, watching one after another, figures in black armor emerge from the cracked rock wall, line up in formation, and head towards the canyon entrance.

The silvery-gray light illuminated his face, as well as the blood-stained faces of the remaining soldiers behind him.

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

"Back then, you defended Tianyuan City."

He looked at those silent figures, at those soldiers lined up in the darkness, soldiers who had died on this land a million years ago, and finished speaking.

"Today, I, Zhang Yuan, will lead you back to the primordial world."

Those armored figures in black did not turn around.

But the one at the very front tightened his grip on the long sword slightly.

Then he continued walking forward, his steps firm, without looking back. (End of Chapter)