Rumble!
Rocks tumbled down, and dust filled the sky. The Mohist School's greatest feat of mechanical engineering—the Mechanical City, which had stood for hundreds of years and was famed as impregnable—collapsed like a row of dominoes.
Several miles from the Mechanical City, Meng Tian gazed at the phantom Black Dragon in the sky, his eyes filled with near-manic adoration.
"Your subordinate is here!"
He dropped to one knee, his voice proud. The clink of his armor mingled with the continuous collapse of the mountain, forming a magnificent melody.
"The Mechanical City has fallen. I saw several familiar faces inside. Invite them to Xianyang for a visit!"
The Black Dragon's voice carried a high-ranking authority that made everyone afraid to look directly at it.
"Your subordinate will obey!"
Meng Tian clasped his fists in acknowledgment, drew the saber at his waist, and rose to his feet. Then he shouted to the troops under his command.
"His Majesty commands us to capture the rebels alive!"
"Long live His Majesty! Long live Great Qin!"
"Long live His Majesty! Long live Great Qin!"
"..."
The soldiers gazed at the Black Dragon with fervent devotion. Their shouts shook the clouds on the horizon apart.
This time, they had heard the Black Dragon speak with their own ears.
That really was His Majesty's voice, and their own general had confirmed it.
How could that not leave them excited and thrilled?
Inside the Mechanical City, the disciples who had been lucky enough to survive trembled in fear when they heard the declaration. Not one of them dared harbor the slightest thought of resistance.
"Roar!"
Seeing their morale soar, Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned and raced back the way he had come.
He had used the fortune of the state as his foundation to bring