Alvin had never imagined that a chariot could move so fast...
If eighty miles per hour was still within Alvin's realm of understanding, a chariot reaching nearly two hundred miles per hour—on a rough, uneven gravel road, no less—was practically supernatural...
Meng Tian's chariot led the way, with the eighteen newly awakened Einherjar warriors following behind.
They had commandeered several chariots from the city, then charged after the Sight of Father's Back toward the battlefield, drawing envious looks from their many comrades.
On the Bone Plains, five hundred kilometers away...
The Qin Army stood in neat ranks. Nearly two hundred thousand soldiers, arranged in squares of a thousand, formed a relatively loose formation shaped like a flock of geese.
At the center of the formation stood a platform pulled by a hundred or so fine horses. Dozens of strangely dressed Alchemists stood upon it.
They moved their hands as if weaving a net, untangling the chaotic energy throughout the formation before gradually gathering the energy above the two hundred thousand loyal soldiers...
Across from the Qin Army's formation stretched an endless host of undead...
Skeletons were only the lowest-ranking creatures...
The army's main force consisted of vast numbers of repulsive Stitched Monsters, along with all manner of enormous Bone Monsters with bizarre shapes.
As the Qin Army advanced slowly, the mindless undead began to stir restlessly.
Just as the two sides' forward lines drew within five hundred meters...
"Wind! Wind! Wind!"
The Longspear soldiers at the vanguard suddenly stamped in unison, sending a tremendous tremor through the ground as they shouted crisp slogans again and again...
At the vanguard's cries, the Crossbowmen in the rear began to draw their strings...
The huge Foot-Drawn Crossbows made from bones were drawn back. The soldiers, who should have been lying on the ground