From the Western watchtower, smoke and dust turned black;
Han troops were camped by the northern desert track.
The Grand General, with his banner, marched west,
At dawn, with flutes, the army began its quest.
On all sides drums beat like a snowy sea's surge,
The three armies roared, shaking Yin Mountain's verge.
Barbarian forts, their soldiers' khí reaching clouds,
Battlefield white bones entwined with grass shrouds.
Sword River's wind was fierce, snowflakes wide and grand,
Sand mouth frozen, horses' hooves slipped on the land.
Prime Minister toiled, for king, endured bitter strife,
Swore to repay his lord, and quell the border's life.
Since ancient times, who in history hasn't seen?
Now I see glory surpassing all that's been.
Human Race Royal Court.
Armies stretched across the mountains and plains, banners flying, weapons bristling.
King banners and army flags stood tall in the wind.
Lin Zhan, in full armor, stood on the command platform, his heart surging as he looked at the various human legions.
The First Front Army, led by the God of War Li Jing and the Immortal of Soldiers Han Xin.
The entire army comprised a total of 226 Human Kings.
Human King banners stood tall within the ranks, and Human Kings, clad in armor and girded with swords, stood at the forefront of each legion.
These veterans of countless battles, solemn and mighty, stood before their own exclusive units.
For this war, these old ancestors had shed their reservations, directly summoning the spirit legions from their kingly spaces.
This also boosted the human expeditionary force from 85 million to 98 million.
The six Group Armies stood beside the First Front Army under their respective commanders and deputy commanders.
The entire army, clad in armor, numbered in the billions, their imposing might shaking the heavens.
Lin Zhan looked at the troops before him, a surge of powerful heroism erupting from his chest.
The three Ancestors of the Human Race, Emperor Yan, Emperor Huang, and Chi You, stood on the command platform, gazing at the elite human soldiers below with satisfied nods.
"I never expected that this wicked brat... ah, this brat actually has some skills. In just over a year, he's managed to build such a solid foundation for Huaxia."
Emperor Yan said with a smile.
Then, the three ancestors' gazes began to sweep across the soldiers below.
Suddenly, Ancestor Emperor Yan rubbed his eyes and looked at the Huaxia team's formation with astonishment.
"Oh, for f*ck's sake, what's wrong with those little brats?"
Emperor Huang, Chi You, Zi Qi, Lin Zhan, and others followed Emperor Yan's gaze.
They saw that the brutes of the Huaxia team had green eyes, trembled in their stances, held their waists, and shivered in place, appearing utterly drained.
The most pathetic, student Wang Er Zhuang, could only stand steadily at the front of the formation with the support of two personal guards.
Seeing Er Zhuang's disgraceful state, Old Master Wang Jian was so infuriated that he wished he could kill the unworthy fellow.
Lin Zhan squinted at these brutes, wishing he could banish them to the suicide squads to fend for themselves.
He clearly remembered that not too long ago, everyone had taken a bag of Ten Perfect Vitality Pills from him. Even if they had saved just one pill and taken it in the morning, they wouldn't be like this.
Ancestor Emperor Huang sighed and said, "How did these kids end up in such a state? Can we let them rest for a few more days if it's really necessary?"
"Rest for a few more days?"
Chi You gave him a look as if he had dementia and said,
"Believe it or not, if they rest for a few more days, these brats will need to be carried here, especially that tiger cub from the Wang family. If he rests any longer, he might just arrive in a box."
Lin Zhan gave Wang Er Zhuang and a few others a cold look.
Then he stepped forward and said,
"The great affairs of ancient times were in sacrifice and war. For sacrifice, one held the sacrificial meat; for war, one received the sacrificial portions."
"Now, with the chaos of the Ten Thousand Races arising again, we, the sons and daughters of Huaxia, will obey the ancestral command, spread the prestige of Huaxia, protect the destiny of the Human Race, conquer the heavens, and trample upon the Ten Thousand Races."
"Grand sacrifice, present the offerings."
As soon as Lin Zhan finished speaking.
Chi You and his brothers brought the Great Emperors of the Ten Thousand Races, the 36 Imperial Seats of the Ten Thousand Races, and the 108 Foundations of the Ten Thousand Races to the altar.
For this sacrifice, a month prior, Chi You and his brothers, along with a group of Huaxia ancestors, had ambushed them on the outer rim of the celestial sphere.
Even so, two Great Emperors were still missing to complete the count.
The Three Ancestors gritted their teeth, hardened their hearts, and directly broke through the void to attack the Demon Dragon race, capturing 2 Great Emperors and 9 Imperial Seats to gather the required sacrificial items.
Amidst the cheers of the soldiers, the sacrificial offerings were slain.
The moment the offerings were slain, a dense purple aura descended from the heavens, enveloping all the soldiers present.
Instantly, the Human Race soldiers who were enveloped began to level up continuously.
Lin Zhan also advanced from Quasi-King to Clan-Protecting King, becoming a Human King.
Even the group of drained brutes, who were once Lords, advanced to Quasi-Clan-Protecting Kings.
Immediately, the Huaxia team's brutes' waists stopped aching, their legs stopped hurting, and their dark circles disappeared.
Their vitality surged, and they were full of energy, showing a strong inclination to go home and find their wives for another 300 rounds.
The biggest beneficiaries were undoubtedly Chang Ruo and Cao Yu of the Great Shang, and the iron brothers Tie Lao Da, Tie Lao Er, and Tie Lao San of the Iron Eater Beast tribe.
The two humans and three bears, through the baptism of celestial destiny, had all successfully advanced to the Great Emperor level, making those at the peak of the Imperial Seat level extremely envious.
Lin Zhan looked at the scene, with more than half of the soldiers having advanced a level, and he grinned widely.
He couldn't help but marvel at how profitable this business was and resolved to hold such events more often.
The Three Ancestors, seeing that the sacrifice was almost complete, nodded to Lin Zhan.
Then, with a wave of their hands, 12 teleportation gates, each a hundred meters wide, appeared on the training ground.
Upon seeing the teleportation gates, the soldiers suppressed the joy of their recent advancements and adopted serious expressions.
"By my marshal's order, march to the Ten Thousand Races, the conquest begins."
"Conquer, conquer, conquer."
As Lin Zhan gave the order, the soldiers responded in unison.
Led by their respective legion commanders, they marched towards the teleportation gates in legion order.
The Three Ancestors came to Lin Zhan's side and said, "Brat, the conquest has begun. The rest is up to yourselves. Be extra careful in all matters."
Lin Zhan chuckled and said, "Ancestors, rest assured. Zhan'er will not disgrace the prestige of the Human Race. This battle, we will surely slay all the soldiers of the Ten Thousand Races and spread the divine might of Huaxia."
Chi You nodded and said, "Good kid, you are truly a descendant of Huaxia. Go, even if you fail, I will ensure your safety. Come, kid, call me 'Grand Ancestor' again."
Lin Zhan laughed heartily and shouted, "Dear Grand Ancestor, take care, and wait to drink Zhan'er's victory wine."
After speaking, he turned and, with his personal guards, flew towards the teleportation gates.
Emperor Huang looked at Chi You with a displeased expression and said, "Third Tiger, you've gone too far. The Great Shang are all my bloodline."
Chi You gave Emperor Huang a sidelong glance and said irritably, "Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it is. How do you prove it?"
He then turned to his brothers and shouted, "Brothers, follow me outside the Ten Thousand Races battlefield interface, so those damned Ten Thousand Races don't play dirty behind our backs."
Emperor Yan looked at the displeased Emperor Huang and said, "Third Tiger truly has high hopes for these kids of the Great Shang. Can't you, as the second brother, let the little tiger have his way? He even gave you the position of Human Race leader."
Chi You, who had burrowed into the void, muttered softly, "Alas, what fine children, why aren't they my own?"