The cloaked heavy cavalry raced through the curtain of rain, their hooves pounding against the blue bricks of the Palace Road. Every rider in this cavalry was a seven-foot-tall, fully armed Second Turn Messenger, and every warhorse was a Demonic Blood Steed capable of charging in Hundred-Catty Horse Armor. When they charged, they became an unstoppable flood of steel!
Duan De rode at the very front. He glanced back at the expressionless army behind him, his lofty ambition surging through his heart.
A hundred and fifty years ago, the Three Great Heavens of Qi who had followed the Divine Martial Emperor in dominating the Central Plains each commanded an invincible iron army. But the world had changed and people's hearts had shifted. A century was enough to dim every glory and rot every honor. Hou Gujing was treacherous by nature, Hulü Ming had devoted himself to cultivation, and only Duan Xiaoxian had strictly maintained military discipline throughout the past century, preserving the organization of the Zhongwu Army from a hundred years ago to this day.
Now, the Zhongwu Army seemed to have crossed a hundred years of time and once again pledged its loyalty to the Divine Martial Ying Clan.
And it had grown stronger!
Under the command of [Myriad Hearts], every soldier had become an absolutely obedient killing tool—fearless of death, impervious to pain and fear, and strictly obedient to every order. To any commander, this was an army dreamed of day and night. Their will could be extended and carried out to the greatest possible degree!
This was only the shallowest level of [Myriad Hearts], still far inferior to the innate divine might of the Bai Bao Guard directly under Your Majesty: blades and swords could not harm them, and thorns sheltered them. Even so, Duan De could