The Pole of the World, Shangri-la.
The Qinghai- Tibet Plateau was extremely cold all year round, shrouding this world. But in the wind and snow, there was a hidden fairyland-like secret land — Shangri-la. The fairy Ziyuan lived here in seclusion. Two thousand and two hundred years ago, it was she who sealed the Qin First Emperor. Of course, the sleeping Dragon Emperor in the Qin Mausoleum was no longer the three-headed black dragon.
Her virtual personality, which was remolded by Will of China, was useless in front of the Qin First Emperor, who gathered the knowledge and belief of the First Emperor of the Republic of China. Now that he had obtained half of the divinity of Anubis and the divinity of the First Emperor, he no longer needed the Fountain of Youth in Shangri-La to obtain immortality.
As a manifestation of the soul of a high-dimensional civilization, even a virtual personality, Will of China had a higher status than Anubis. Imoden had obtained half of the divinity of Anubis, and Will of China had obtained half of the divinity of Anubis. There was a huge difference in the utilization and results.
Ziyuan stood in front of the Fountain of Youth. Her daughter, Xiao Lin, hurried over from outside the secret land of Shangri-la.
Without waiting for her to approach, Ziyuan took out a dagger decorated with ancient patterns from behind her and said to Xiao Lin, "A month ago, there was a wildfire in the west. I felt the death of a strong will in the far west. At that time, I felt that the tyrant's seal had disappeared. Over the past month, a murderous aura has occupied the west. I have a feeling that there will be a disaster in the world. "
"After my constant confirmation, the tyrant should have taken this opportunity to get rid of the seal and reappear in the world! The world will suffer, and a bloody storm is coming. The tyrant longs to be immortal, so I must stay here to guard the Fountain of Youth and stop his ambition to rule the world forever. "
"With the tyrant's cruelty, if he is allowed to live forever, it will bring a great disaster to the world!"
Xiao Lin took the dagger and said, "I will stop him, mother."
"I refined this dagger with magic. It is the only weapon that can kill the tyrant. Take advantage of the fact that the tyrant has just broken the seal and is at his weakest, and you have to stab it into his heart." Zi Yuan instructed, "Remember, your father died under the torture of a tyrant. If his army returns to this world, it will bring a great disaster to the common people!"
"You must kill him!"
"Right now, the Dragon Emperor doesn't have enough power to summon his army. But if he obtains the power of the Immortal Spring, or if the moon in the sky waxes and wanes nine times, he will be able to recover enough to summon the Terracotta Army. The Dragon Emperor had mastered the power of the five elements from the hands of the Warlocks. Although he was strong, he was not invincible. But his army, in the current China … … is invincible. "
Xiao Lin was puzzled, "Now that the warlords of China have mastered the power of gunpowder, they have an army that can use firearms. Today's war is more terrible than any era. With such a powerful army, why would they be afraid of an emperor and his army from two thousand years ago?"
"Maybe we can use the army of the warlords to help us take revenge!"
However, Zi Yuan sneered and said, "I have to say that although the Dragon Emperor is a tyrant, he is a man with great ambitions. Although the current warlords of China have firearms that surpass those of his era, their talent and boldness are far inferior to the Dragon Emperor. He is a brutal, cunning, tenacious, and ambitious tyrant. His army obeys orders strictly and rejoices at the news of battle."
"It is not comparable to the warlords of today!"
"The warlords know how to use firearms, but doesn't the Dragon Emperor know how to use them? His Qin crossbow army is the best at drawing on the strengths of the enemy. Moreover, it is an undead army. When he learns how to use firearms from the warlords, his undead army will be ten times more terrifying than the Qin dynasty. At that time, it will no longer be China alone. His ambition will be the whole world! "
"Furthermore, the Dragon Emperor's Book is written in the same language, and the carriage is on the same track. His prestige in China is very strong, and in this dark era, there will definitely be many ambitious people who want to rely on him. Right now, the common people are very eager for a strong ruler to lead them out of this difficult and dark era. If the Dragon Emperor ascends the throne again, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Xiao Lin frowned and said in horror, "Mother, are you saying that someone will help the Dragon Emperor?"
"Not just one or two people!" Ziyuan said, "The lifespan of mortals is only a mere hundred years. They have long forgotten the terror of the Dragon Emperor. Now that China is suffering from invasion and oppression, everyone from the top to the bottom yearns for this tyrant to restore the glory of the past. They yearn to follow him to conquer the world. Mortals are not like us, immortal. After experiencing the chaos of the Five Barbarians and the Yuan Dynasty entering the Central Plains, they have already seen through the struggles of the world. Time passes like flowing water. The glory and disgrace of the world, the rise and fall of the world, they have all seen through it! "
"I'm afraid they don't understand the terror of the Dragon Emperor and are vainly trying to control him to achieve their own desires."
"They don't know that they are accomplices to a villain!"
Ziyuan shouted, "We must stop these ambitious people. Originally, I thought that the only thing in the world that can unseal the Dragon Emperor is the Eye of Shangri-la, so I was going to give it to Yingyi and use Yingyi to help us protect this thing that can help the Dragon Emperor break the seal. But because of the accident a month ago, the Dragon Emperor still broke the seal. The Eye of Shangri-la has a magical power. We can't let it fall into the hands of the Dragon Emperor again. Now, the Eye of Shangri-la is in Shanghai. You go and get it back this time. "
"Yes, Mother!" Xiao Lin said, holding his sword.
In the short period of peace after World War I, the Qinghai- Tibet Plateau was more like a land of peace and tranquility. When China was divided by warlords and wars were endless, this plateau was like a pure land without war. It still maintained the ancient order of serfs and nobles. The primitive and cruel feudal order firmly existed here.
The Lamas were the spiritual masters of this land, while the Tibetan nobles were the political masters of this land.
The special geographical environment led to the central government of the Northern Ocean to rule this land only nominally.
The Tibetan serf owners took advantage of the special environment of neighboring India and colluded with the British. Six years ago, they concocted the McMahon Line. On the snow-capped mountains and grasslands, a long line of people appeared. But if one looked closely, one would find that these 'people' with a human appearance were actually a group of special troops with steel as the structure, electrons as the nerves, small cold fusion cores as the energy source, and special ceramic plates inlaid on the skin.
The hardness of these ceramic plates was amazing. They were generally used to defend against anti-material sniper rifles, and the effect was even more amazing in defending against weapons and cold weapons.
There was also a group of Qin Crossbow troops among them. The crossbows in their hands had the shape of a crossbow, but they were high-tech. They had their own radar scanning function, electronic command components, and guidance capabilities. The crossbow box installed on the crossbow also had the auxiliary function of a launching platform. The large launching platform was integrated into a small crossbow, disguised as a 'magic weapon.' The ingenuity of this could not be said to be not ingenious.
Seeing the red walls and golden roof of a temple vaguely appearing in the distant snow-capped mountains, a group of terracotta soldiers stationed on a relatively flat platform. 'Wang Jian', who was ordered to control Tibet, took out an infrared positioning telescope and easily locked the location of the Lama Temple. He smiled and said, "Although the Qin Crossbow troops with ballistic missiles have been rejected, the equipment produced before cannot be wasted. However, the equipment produced before cannot be wasted. Although it is difficult to develop resources in Tibet, with our scientific and technological strength, we can still achieve results. "
"Before the implementation of the 'Xianqin Plan' in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor begins, we must develop and expand a new base here. At the same time, we must start the exploration of the resource points of 'Shangri-la'. Since the central government has decided to start the 'Xianqin Plan', then we must first solve these obstacles that compete with us for the right to speak in religion and theology. In the future, when Xianqin enters Tibet, we must not let a group of lamas come and talk nonsense with us! "
'Li Xin', who was next to him, was busy adjusting the trajectory. Seeing that the 'Qin Crossbow' in his hand had already locked onto several coordinates that had been detected, he turned his head and ordered, "Prepare to fire!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
Just as Ziyuan and her daughter, Xiao Lin, were explaining the important task of sealing the Dragon Emperor, 28 'Qin Crossbows' shot into the air 5,000 meters to the left of the temple in the north of the Tanggula Mountains. The tail feathers of the 28 crossbow bolts spewed out light blue ferrofluid propellers, cutting into the stratosphere at a gentle speed. Another crossbow bolt directly shot into the top of the Lama Temple not far away. The powerful force allowed it to shoot through the golden roof. Under the horrified gazes of the Lama in the main temple, it sank deep under their feet.
Soon after, accompanied by huge flames and shock waves, the other 27 crossbow bolts shot in all directions.
In the Potala Palace in Lhasa, a monk looked at a small black dot in the sky that was rapidly approaching. The black dot's flight trajectory was completely different from that of a falcon. At the moment he hesitated, he saw the black dot deeply penetrate into the main hall of the Potala Palace behind him. Then, a blazing white fireball erupted not far away from him. At the foot of the mountain, the serfs who were not qualified to enter the palace worshipped the Potala Palace devoutly.
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