"Such utter arrogance," Count George said. "Do you really think you alone can stand against our five hundred domain sequence soldiers?!"
Qin Siyang smiled. "Let's find out."
Count George said coldly, "Invading the First Domain. Your sentence grows heavier."
The roof of the war chariot beneath Qin Siyang's feet caved in, and the entire vehicle was crushed into scrap metal.
At the same time, the Ironclad Army's marching footsteps rang out.
Hundreds of spears pierced through the layers of mist, pointing at Qin Siyang.
Qin Siyang raised the Godslayer Spear and took a step forward.
"Resisting judgment. Your sentence grows heavier."
Qin Siyang's shoulders sank slightly.
"Showing contempt for the First Domain. Your sentence grows heavier."
Another layer of pressure settled over him.
Count George's voice drifted out of the mist.
"With every step you take, your sentence will grow heavier."
Count George's voice drifted out of the mist.
"Qin Siyang, the farther you walk, the heavier your shackles will become. By the time you reach me, you won't even have the strength to raise your head and look at me."
Five hundred soldiers of the Ironclad Army stepped forward in unison. Everything around them shook violently, as though a large god stood before Qin Siyang.
Qin Siyang paid little heed to Count George's attack. He merely wondered why Duke Henry was still watching from the sidelines without making a move.
Hundreds of spears thrust forward together. The white mist was swept away wherever their tips pointed.
Qin Siyang finally saw what this Ironclad Army looked like.
Every soldier wore pitch-black armor, and the phantom of a black Small Gavel appeared behind each of them.
Those phantoms linked together, continuously transmitting the oppressive force of Count George's skill.
"Since you're so determined to die, I'll grant your wish."
"Dying under