Your Majesty rule the universe

Ying Zheng was familiar with this look.

During his years as a proton, the young and single-handed Gong Zizheng brushed shoulders with death several times.

At that time, all the eyes that looked at the boy were full of contempt and cruelty just like Heimdall at this moment.

It's like looking at a weak and humble life that can be discarded at any time.

Later, later?What happened to those people.

Ying Zheng smiled lightly.

——Below the iron hooves of Daqin, he was crushed into powder, and his family and country were shattered.

Heimdall looked at the chuckling young man in front of him, frowned tightly, and shouted in a low voice, "Leave now!"

He turned to the dumbfounded Thor: "Your Highness, please go to the temple immediately, the gods have been waiting for you for a long time. As for the prisoners in Asgard and the humans in the courtyard, please don't worry, I will handle it properly."

Thor, who reacted from the daze, finally realized that Heimdall, as his friend, master, and elder, seemed to have misjudged Ying Zheng's identity.

He hurriedly wanted to explain to Ying Zheng and Luo Ji.

But Ying Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

Just now, the young man who was still struggling with his long hair looked embarrassed, and at this moment golden light spots rose from his body.

But in the blink of an eye, it was that elegant young master again.

"You just said to deal with it properly, how do you want to deal with it?"

The black long hair floated among the golden light spots in the air, and Ying Zheng raised his eyes to look at Heimdall.

His gaze was like a vast river, with no end in sight.

But beneath that, there is a dangerous undercurrent roaring and rushing forward.

"For the gods of Asgard, the earth called the atrium is like a garden at home, and humans are the ants you raised in captivity?"

Ying Zheng's tone was calm, without any emotion fluctuations: "Is this the god who is so high above that he thinks he is in charge of everything?"

Heimdall sensed the danger and anger of the young man in Ying Zheng's keen words.

However, the inertial thinking about human beings and the earth that has been formed for thousands of years made him step forward and stretch out his powerful hands to the slender boy. "The rule that humans are not allowed to enter Asgard is not allowed to be violated. Trespasser, since you came with His Royal Highness, this time you will only be sent back to the atrium."

The giant's tall and strong body carried an absolute sense of physical oppression, pressing down on the young man overwhelmingly.

Ying Zheng's brows and eyes were expressionless.

Standing there motionless, as if frightened.

Loki, who had been watching silently from the sidelines, had a wider smile on his lips, and a pair of beautiful emerald eyes shone with excitement.

Finally, in the wind under Heimdall's palm, Ying Zheng lifted his lips, and slowly showed Heimdall a sarcastic smile without any warmth.

Heimdall was taken aback.

As one of the twelve righteous gods of the Asgardian protoss, Heimdall, who has won the trust of Odin, the father of the gods, has a keenness and perception ability that is unmatched by other gods.

At the moment when the boy laughed, Heimdall's neck felt cold, and he had the illusion that his throat was cut by a sharp knife—this dangerous warning came from the boy in front of him.

Heimdall frowned deeply.

But before he could understand the meaning of the young man's smile, a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded in his vision.

A stronger hurricane swirled from under Yingzheng's feet and rushed towards the tall giant in front of him.

It was only at this moment that the emperor's restrained anger was revealed wantonly, and it was precisely directed at Heimdall.

Under such a tyrannical deterrence, even Heimdall couldn't help but staggered and slid backwards for tens of meters, and finally stopped and stabilized his figure after inserting the spear in his hand into the Rainbow Bridge.

On the ground between the two of them, several deep ravines clearly showed how embarrassed Heimdall was just now.

Ying Zheng stood where he was, without even moving, he had already pushed back the god who was hundreds of times his own size.

Thor, who didn't expect to develop like this, is already stupid: "Wait, Mr. Yingzheng, Heimdall is only fulfilling the duty of guarding the Asgard, and there is no malice. Don't..."

"Thor."

Ying Zheng interrupted Thor, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and said without even a hint of warmth in his tone: "Don't meddle, this has nothing to do with you. Otherwise..."

Those light golden eyes darkened slightly: "I will disregard the friendship of the Avengers and count you as my enemy."

Thor wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Loki: "Shut up! Brother, if you still believe me, don't do anything else."

Loki turned to look at Heimdall, who was holding a spear not far away, staggering and trying to stand up, showing a mocking smile.

"What does the human being in your fantasy look like?" Ying Zheng paced unhurriedly, walking towards Heimdall.

"I have to praise and be grateful for any help from the gods. Can I survive only by relying on the gods?"

Heimdall snorted lowly, being so embarrassed by a mere human without any precautions, hurting his self-esteem as a warrior and a god.

Anger gathered in his heart, but when he suddenly raised his head, wanting to get angry at Ying Zheng, his pupils constricted instantly.

Golden rays of light gathered around the boy's body.

When those light golden eyes lowered slightly to look at Heimdall, what he felt was the majesty of an emperor so overbearing that no one who resisted existed.

Heimdall, who was half kneeling on the Rainbow Bridge, clenched his back molars, trying to stand up straight against the heavy power that Ying Zheng was gradually sweeping away.

But Ying Zheng was not prepared to give him this chance at all.

The more tyrannical imperial aura spreads overwhelmingly, crushing the enemy with an absolutely domineering attitude.

Ying Zheng stretched out his palm, and firmly grasped the icy hilt of the sword from the gathered golden light.

"Even now, there is still no intention of introspection—this is, don't you gods know the so-called arrogance?"

Under Heimdall's angry gaze, Ying Zheng clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

The golden light suddenly dispersed, and the sharp sword was unsheathed.

【Sword of Cosmic Overbearing】——

open!

Following the emperor's will, the Yufeng sword was swung towards Heimdall with a speed that could even cut time and space under the gust of wind.

The sword light is like the sun, fierce and irresistible.

Following Odin, the father of the gods, for thousands of years, Heimdall, who has experienced many battles, is out of the instinct of fighting and loyalty. Under the heavy pressure, he still screams and raises his hand holding the spear , to block the sword light upwards.

But the next moment.

"Crack - crack -!"

Heimdall's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he looked up in disbelief.

On the battlefield of the gods, the spear that cut the frost giants externally, punished the wronged gods internally, and won countless victories and glory for its master and Asgard.

Just like that, he was cut off with a sword by a mere human youth in Heimdall's heart.

Spears that were broken into several pieces scattered down, but Yufeng Sword's attack did not stop.

——The king is humiliated, and the subject is dead!

The blade buzzed, as if extremely angry.

The golden sword light cut towards Heimdall.

Under Heimdall's unbelievable eyes, it was as easy as cutting into a piece of tofu, and the solid gold armor on his body was easily chopped into pieces.

It broke through the divine power protection of the gods on his body, and hacked into his flesh.

"Ahhh!"

Amid the gushing blood, a strong arm flew into the air.

The arm was still in combat readiness, but it could only fall to the distance under Heimdall's helpless gaze.

After being stunned for a moment, Heimdall reacted from his unbelievable state and let out a low growl.

"You, you! No, you are not human, this is definitely not the level that humans can do!"

Heimdall stood up staggeringly, and looked at Ying Zheng with a look that had changed from contempt and contempt just now to fearful and full of fighting spirit.

"What are you? Could it be that you are the god of the courtyard!"

Ying Zheng holds a long sword with the point pointing down.

The red blood belonging to the gods of Asgard dripped down the blade of the sword and into the Rainbow Bridge.

The young man's pupils fluctuated, and there was a golden flow.

——It is like molten gold, and the gold of the scorching sun that shines brightly for eternity.

Ying Zheng smiled lightly and said calmly, "God? No, I am the emperor of mankind."

"I was once told by a loathsome fellow not to be the people's god, but to be their king."

Heimdall was taken aback.

I heard Ying Zheng go on to say: "At that time, I just woke up and adapted to the present world, and I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence under the anger. But now..."

Ying Zheng let out a soft "huh", with cold contempt: "If gods are such things that trample on the people, then indeed, there is no need for them to exist."

Heimdall, who had just lost his weapon and arm, was in an extremely bad state. He was panting heavily, barely standing under the support of a newly summoned epee.

And Ying Zheng's overly sharp aura made him turn pale even more.

Under the oppression of Yufeng Sword's flickering cold light, the warrior exhausted his strong willpower to restrain his thoughts of retreating.

In the pain, Heimdall murmured in a low voice: "Who are you, exactly!"

"It's just a fragile planet that relies on Asgard to survive the invasion of the galaxy. When did you exist in the atrium?"

The young man walked towards Heimdall like a stroll in the garden. Although each step was slow, it carried a firm and powerful aura.

While walking, the golden light gathered around Ying Zheng's body became more and more brilliant, too bright to look directly at.

"I am Yingzheng, Daqin, Tianxia, ​​Shihuang."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "In order to protect my subjects and the land in the east, I woke up from a thousand-year sleep and came to this world."

"This power obtained from the subjects of all ages is not to trample on their trust and follow, and become a clay sculpture god above."

"——but to protect them!"

The golden light was shining, and the totem rose up behind Ying Zheng, occupying the entire sky of Asgard.

From the golden abyss of spiritual consciousness, the mysterious bird broke through the thick restriction invisible to the naked eye, and flew to the sky with a long cry.

As the boy shrouded in golden light walked, his face changed little by little.

The soft and immature face of the boy is no longer there, and the tough lines outline the beauty and majesty of the youth.

His figure reflecting the light gradually elongated, and his long black hair was blown up by the strong wind.

finally--

The young man burst out of the light, his handsome face was cold and emotionless, and his golden eyes looked down at Heimdall.

"I win the government, the position, the honor of the First Emperor."

Sensing the danger, Heimdall turned pale, and immediately blew the horn of Galar to warn Asgard of the invasion, and summoned all the gods who were still capable of fighting to fight.

And Loki, who was standing by the side, finally no longer restrained himself from looking up, and laughed heartily.

Those emerald green eyes were soaked with tears from laughter, seeming sad and malicious: "Asgard! Asgard, your arrogance and underestimation of the enemy will bring you disaster !"

"I warned you! I have experienced it! I have seen the ruins! Now..."

Loki looked back at Asgard who was swallowed by the golden light domineeringly in front of him: "Feel that powerlessness, Asgard."

At the moment when Ying Zheng's voice fell, the distant eastern land cast a gentle gaze from the void.

immediately--

[Heroic Spirit Qin Shihuang-Confirmation of the King's Way]

[Heroic spirit differentiation form - confirmation of the disappearance of Gong Zizheng]

[Confirmation of the arrival of the main heroic spirit]

……

[His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin, after 2000 years, the mountains and rivers are safe and the sun and the moon remain the same]

【Welcome to your arrival】