The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

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Then, with a flick of his sleeves, he turned to the sky.

He pulled out the sword on his back, opened his mouth, and said:

"I, in the name of the lord of Shenzhou, "Fusu", issued the first order——"

"Army, set off!"

There is no need to gather troops, let alone conquer manpower and material resources.

Just to say a word.

Issue an order.

So, at this moment, the whole Great Qin moved at the same time.

The divine fire burned, and the red kite followed.

In Xuantian in the north, the black dragon came calling for the wind and the rain.

In the west, white light soared into the sky.

The Quartet Qin Army, Meng Tian, Wang Ben, Zhang Han and other famous generals of the Qin Dynasty led the Qin Army and set off from camp.

Country road.

Some people packed their bags one after another to respond to the call of the Emperor of Heaven.

Practitioners who have been practicing for many years have also embarked on this road at the same time, setting foot in the world of mortals.

...

"This is a human myth."

"Conquest from man to heaven."

"Under Taiyi's call, everyone believes that they will create a new myth."

"Everyone is God, everyone is holy!"

"No matter how it ends, no matter how it ends, whether it succeeds or not, at least this moment, at least this time..."

"We are the epic, the myth!"

Lixiang slowly picked up the pen and recorded this scene. She had obviously never written about it before, and she had never recorded anything similar, but at this moment, she seemed to be familiar with the road.

It's like seeing it before.

Human history, human reason, may be from now on...

rewrite.

Chapter 38 Days Conscript

What kind of army is this?

Strong and mighty.

But the most conspicuous ones are not those strange beasts full of wild aura, nor are they huge mythical creatures, nor are they majestic, ancient and sacred.

but people.

Countless people.

People in armor, people holding spears, people in the dust, men, women, young, young, middle-aged, old... But no matter who they are, at this moment, they all converge in the same direction and go.

Surging, like the Kuroshio.

The howling movement is like a torrent.

This is the sword.

For the family, for the country, and even the sword of the world——

"Then, it's time to go!"

In the Western Regions, Su Nie raised his eyes and looked far away, at the gathered people, at the gathered hearts.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm behind..., there won't be any problems!"

Miao Yi appeared confident.

"Then, I'll leave it to you!"

Su Nie stroked the hair in front of her forehead, gazed at the vermilion eyes, and nodded.

Then--

"Let's go, Lixiang!"

"Ah? Yes!?"

Miao Yi still stood on the spot, she slowly raised her hand, slowly...

A sword was drawn.

It was the sword that Su Nie gave her at first, and his breath still remained on the sword.

He is still guarding her.

And she will also serve as his backing——

"I'm looking forward to our trip, husband!"

Zhu Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, she stared at the sword, and even more so at the figure.

The army, pull out the camp.

The concepts called Shenzhou and Human Race gathered together and launched an attack.

Gather up the mystery, cut off the age of the gods, and attribute everything to people, to their people who have infinite futures and infinite possibilities.

They, to heaven, to God—

They also launched a journey to this world that tried to destroy them.

this blow,

Cutting the sky and drawing the sword is called the heavenly sign.

...

In this era, most areas were barren and still composed of primitive tribal groups, with only scattered ethnic groups, without a sense of belonging to the land, let alone the concept of a country.

But they also have their own gods.

With fear and admiration for natural symbols,

however……

The galloping chariots rolled over like a torrent of history. Under the agitation of the Great Qin flag and the trampling of iron hooves, these countries that were still in the state of primitive tribes were powerless to resist.

—Even if it is a god.

— even the ancient mysteries.

As the witness and recorder of all this, Fujimaru Tateka, and Chaldea behind her, witnessed everything and even recorded everything.

They have witnessed the collapse of the systems of the ages of the gods, the fading of the primitive, and the proliferation of the concept of civilization.

In this old world,

In the BC era before the birth of the Son of God.

She will write the myth with her own hand—

Writing is a myth that belongs only to human beings and civilizations.

...

"Heaven's expedition to the west, all tribes swear in fear, ask the gods to sacrifice flesh and blood, the sky is red like fire, the earth shakes and catastrophe, wind, sand, cloud and rain rise, the gods are angry, and they are even more afraid. However, they finally fall into the dust."

——Facing the approach of the Chinese army, the Western tribes chose to unite together. They asked the gods for protection and the coming of the gods, so they sacrificed their own blood and flesh, attracting the arrival of the ancient gods.

——The sky is crimson, that is the anger of the foreign gods, the earth is churning, that is the roar of the ancient gods of the underworld, the strong wind, sand, rainstorm...

——The gods are angry, and even more fearful.

——But they... will eventually fall into the clouds!

Daqin's army is still moving forward.

The sharp men in black armor moved in a neat phalanx, stepping forward step by step, their spears forward, facing the rushing enemies.

The rear of the army.

Lixiang watched and wrote.

Two records.

One ancient, one white.

different styles.

different recording methods.

Lixiang imitated the ancient recording method of China, and during this time, he also subconsciously regarded himself as a citizen of China.

She could feel that she was integrating into this world, into this ancient and powerful civilization.