Multiverse: The End Begins by Playing the Hero King

The so-called Dragon Carriage was a chariot pulled by six fine horses. Its body was inlaid with gold, silver, and jade, and carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, fully displaying the dignity, luxury, and grandeur of an emperor.

The emperor, famous throughout the history of the Eastern world, was seated upon it.

As he passed the two of them, the First Emperor did not continue to look at them.

In fact, he had only looked for a few seconds before withdrawing his gaze and had not paid them any further attention.

This inevitably gave people a false impression: had he not noticed the two sisters?

No, it was certain that he had noticed them, but he simply didn't consider them to be of any consequence.

If the two of them were ordinary people, it would be understandable, but the problem was that they were Valkyries, crossing through time and space to observe this era. Yet, they received only this much attention?

Either the other party truly hadn't noticed, but the two of them felt this was impossible.

Or, perhaps he was nonchalant, not taking them seriously. This was somewhat plausible.

There was also another possibility: the First Emperor believed he possessed sufficient strength to grant them that level of attention. He was confident that the two of them could not cause him any trouble, that they were not on his level at all—neither in status nor in strength.

Therefore, the First Emperor did not consider them significant threats.

The only ones who could be opponents to the First Emperor were the famous generals and emperors of the Six Nations that had been destroyed.

No, the ones who could be his opponents were—gods!

Brunhilde's pupils contracted. She felt something strange about the black-armored troops guarding the First Emperor, whose faces were obscured. Their marching steps were too heavy.

If it were merely the weight of their armor, that would be understandable, but it seemed to be more than just the armor's weight; the individuals themselves were not light.

It gave her the feeling that these black-armored soldiers were not human.

Not human?

Brunhilde thought of Xiang Yu's situation and couldn't help but change her expression.

Could this entire unit of black-armored soldiers be like that?

How were they created in this era? It was too bizarre.

Were the immortals and gods of this Eastern world interfering with the human world to such a great extent?

Afterward, the sisters followed along the side of the procession. Most of the citizens of Xianyang City also moved along, heading towards the city gates together.

Upon reaching the city gates and looking out at the vast open space, the sisters couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The space that should have been spacious was occupied by a massive and imposing army, the Qin Dynasty's Hundred Battles Army.

This army, which had shed blood on countless battlefields and killed innumerable people, an army that had annihilated nations, released a killing aura that seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, sending a chill through the two of them.

And this grand scene unfolding before them, was it a prelude to an expedition?

That wasn't right, either. At this point in time, the First Emperor had already successfully unified the realm. There were no more places to wage war.

The time she had chosen was indeed the period when the First Emperor established the imperial system, wasn't it?

She confirmed with the Akasha System; it was indeed correct.

Therefore, this grand scene should simply be a military review during a celebration.

And at such an event, not only the citizens who resided in Xianyang City were watching, but also merchants, retainers, and influential families from all over the country.

Of course, Brunhilde also spotted a few itinerant merchants from distant lands that were not under this emperor's rule.

"Sister!"

Lantigreese had discovered something.

"Mm."

Brunhilde nodded. She had indeed noticed individuals with ulterior motives mixed within the large crowd.

These people were most likely sent by the disgruntled nobles of the annihilated Six Nations, weren't they?

Looking at how tense these people were, their obvious nervousness, and their demeanor suggesting they were either afraid of being discovered or planning something significant.

Upon closer inspection, some of them seemed to be hiding something within their sleeves.

Suddenly, as the crowd surged, someone accidentally bumped into one of them, causing the opening of his sleeve to reveal a sharp blade glinting with cold light.

The person hastily pulled his sleeve down to conceal it, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that the surrounding civilians hadn't discovered it.

So, were these people's objective to assassinate the First Emperor?

It was a futile effort, wasn't it? Didn't they see the massive army present?

Moreover, with the black-armored soldiers, who were suspected to be androids, guarding the First Emperor, attacking them would be like moths flying into a flame.

So, these people's objective wasn't to assassinate the First Emperor?

It likely included the assassination of the First Emperor, but it wasn't the primary goal. If an opportunity arose, they would certainly attempt to assassinate him.

These people's true objective was to disrupt today's grand ceremony.

But how would they cause disruption? By creating panic!

And how would they create panic?

It was simple: by killing innocent civilians in the crowd, thereby inciting widespread fear.

Once panic spreads, these large numbers of people will lose their minds and scatter, making it difficult for the First Emperor's soldiers to intervene and eliminate them.

They want to make the First Emperor lose face in front of everyone in the world!

This is the revenge of the old nobles of the Six Nations!

Chapter 045: Caught Among the Living Dead?

His gaze fell upon the densely packed, neatly arranged figures, each exuding a murderous aura.

And these people were the killing machines under the tyrant Ying Zheng.

From the time the tyrant Ying Zheng began his war against the Six Nations until now, these people had cruelly taken the lives of countless people from the Six Nations.

Seeing these seemingly emotionless killing armies, some people hiding among the populace, harboring malice, couldn't help but swallow nervously.

If a disturbance were truly to occur, could they really escape unscathed?

There was a misconception that if a riot or assassination were to truly break out, these emotionless killing legions might ignore the surrounding crowd and directly attack.

Better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one go free.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that such a thing would happen, that the tyrant might have truly issued such an order.

So, was what they were doing truly right? To drag innocent civilians into the bloodshed?

No, they had done nothing wrong.

Most of the people here were subjects of Qin, not subjects of the Six Nations. What did the deaths of these people have to do with them?

Besides, where did Qin's soldiers come from? Weren't they conscripted from the Qin populace?

Why did Qin's soldiers have such abundant resources to fight? Wasn't this also supported by the people of Qin behind the scenes?

Without the resources provided by these Qin citizens, how could Qin's soldiers fight the Six Nations?

Therefore, the culprits who destroyed the Six Nations, from the king to the common people of Qin, were all executioners.

So, if the ensuing disturbance were to drag these people into the bloodshed, they were not innocent; they deserved it.

With this thought, some who had been wavering found their resolve renewed.

Huh?

Casually, he also saw people who were not from Qin, people who looked like they were from the Six Nations.

Could these people also have the same aspirations, and were they here to cooperate with them in launching an attack on the tyrant today?

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't the case; they looked like ordinary civilians.

If a disturbance were to occur, these people who hadn't participated would clearly be implicated.

Given the methods of the tyrannical Qin, these people who were not originally Qin citizens would be even more ruthlessly targeted.

So, was it right for them to implicate the innocent like this?

No, these people deserved to be killed.

As long as they were people who cared about the Six Nations, as long as they still harbored hatred for the past, these people should have joined their cause.

Instead of doing business here, making a living here, and abandoning their past identities to join Qin.

If that were the case, then these people deserved to be killed; they were traitors, they were cowards.

His gaze fell again on a figure, a man dressed in a luxurious black robe, who had just alighted from a carriage and was walking towards the platform for reviewing the troops.

It was this tyrannical ruler, steeped in sin, who had destroyed the Six Nations, shattered the families of countless people, and plunged countless lives into hell.

If it weren't for this tyrant initiating the war, he wouldn't have been separated from his wife and joined the army.

When he survived the battlefield and returned to his homeland, his homeland was already in ruins.

The houses where he had lived with his family in the past had already turned into charcoal ruins.

What pained him the most was discovering the remains of his wife and child amidst these ruins.

Who else could they be? It was his wife and son.

And the ultimate culprit responsible for all of this was this tyrant who trampled on the corpses of countless people.

Therefore, overwhelmed by intense anger and hatred, he couldn't help but want to rush forward and kill the tyrant.

Then, a strategist's words suddenly echoed in his mind, calming him down.

At this distance, even if he were to rush forward, it would be useless; he couldn't get close to the tyrant and would disrupt the plan.

Endure a little longer; the time is not yet right.

Suddenly, he stiffened slightly as people around him were looking at him.

Had he been exposed?

However, the people looking at him didn't linger their gaze on him and turned back to look at the tyrant, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps his anger towards the tyrant just now had caused his emotions to be displayed unusually, drawing their attention.

But for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of dread.

He felt that the civilians around who were observing this military review ceremony were somehow not right, that they were eerie.

Could it be that these civilians are actually soldiers in disguise?

As soon as this thought occurred, he was startled. It wasn't an impossible scenario.

At that time, if they started a riot, a single misstep could lead to him being killed by the ordinary 'civilians' next to him.

Thinking of this, he became anxious. He had to inform his companions of this possibility.

However, there were too many people involved in today's operation, and they were spread out too widely. He couldn't possibly notify everyone, only those closest to him.

But there was also the problem that he didn't know who his closest companion was.

It wasn't that he had no companions, but rather that they were too scattered. This was to prevent anyone from being identified if they betrayed the group, thus leading to a complete roundup.

Of course, the companions he knew were also from the Yan State.

As for the participants from other countries, he didn't know them either, which was also to prevent a complete roundup.

All he could do was hope that the other operatives had also considered this and would pay more attention to the ordinary civilians around them, determining whether they were truly civilians or soldiers in disguise.

His gaze returned to the tyrant. Standing on the platform, he gently raised and lowered his hand, and instantly, the entire venue fell silent.

If it were the army, it would be one thing, but for the civilian audience to be so unified was truly terrifying.

The brutal king on the platform also scanned the crowd of commoners.

When his gaze fell upon him, the assassin felt an unprecedented sense of pressure under that gaze.

He had the illusion of facing divine might, which instantly stunned him into holding his breath, as if his heart had stopped beating.

After the gaze swept past, his nerves, stretched to their limit, relaxed, and he almost collapsed to the ground, weak all over.

At the same time, his clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Steady yourself, don't panic. Breathe normally. Don't act too strangely or make the people around you suspicious.

Therefore, the assassin, once again observing the surrounding civilians, found that no one was paying attention to him.