Chapter 517: Emperor Qin Shi Huang (4)

‘I’m sure they’ll take care of it.’

The Black Orcs weren’t toddlers, so there was no reason for Han-Yeol to interfere and take care of every little thing.

Chrrr!

‘Huh?’

The center of Emperor Qin’s army split apart to the left and right, and a carriage pulled by eight horses adorned with fancy patterns and decorations, moved forward.

[It’s you, the one who is said to be the strongest warrior of the Eastern Yi, Lee Han-Yeol.]

“Oh, you’re quite polite, seeing that you’re using telepathy to talk to me since we don’t speak the same language.”

[What are you talking about? This isn't telepathy. It is a technique called sound transfer. As expected, you people of the Eastern Yi are so uncivilized that you don’t even know this simple technique.]

“Eh, think what you will.”

Han-Yeol realized what he had forgotten for a moment.

‘He’s not just a boomer, but a real old fashioned boomer.’

Normally, people would say “back in my day,” but he has been the emperor of this land for thousands of years, so Han-Yeol didn’t even want to imagine how much worse he would be.

[I’ll admit, you must be pretty strong since you’ve annihilated the Demon King’s army, but you’re nothing compared to me. I’m a merciful lord, and I order you to surrender. We will slaughter all the insolent barbarians and show them my great will, then we will achieve great peace. You shall gladly join me in this glorious task!]

Ting!

[He is an entity that has been brought back to life by the power of a wicked thought from the past. He’s not the real Emperor Qin, but he is a lord with enough power to control the real Emperor Qin’s memories and rule over dimensions. He proposes that you surrender, do you accept?] (Y/N)

- If you surrender to Emperor Qin and take control of the world of his dreams, there are two possible outcomes.

- Chance of being killed after you are deemed useless (50%)

- Chance of becoming the lord of a vast territory (50%)

‘Ha.’

Han-Yeol sighed heavily at the message that popped up in front of him, but it wasn’t for any particular reason.

‘You’re calling this a quest? What a joke. Of course it’s a NO.’

“Obviously my answer is no.”

[How dare you!]

As soon as Han-Yeol refused, one of the generals scoring the emperor right next to him shouted angrily, “Who the hell are you, you little prick? Know your place and stay out of this.”

[What did you say!]

Thump!

The terracotta general became enraged at Han-Yeol’s mild provocation and stomped on the floor of the chariot, jumped into the air, and quickly charged at Han-Yeol, swinging his sword.

‘You’re done for!’

Until the general's sword was about to touch him, Han-Yeol didn’t do anything and only stared blankly. He didn’t react at all, and at first glance, it seemed as if he couldn’t counteract the general’s attack.

‘He’s really nothing! Huh?’

Boom! Shaaa.

Before the terracotta general could even finish his thought, he felt something rushing toward him, but the moment he felt it, his body had already exploded and turned into dust.

“Chrr. Hmm, these guys don’t bleed, so killing them isn’t as fun.”

Han-Yeol’s monster pet, Tia, killed the terracotta general in one blow.

‘If I make a joke about offsprings here, Tia will probably slap me, right?’

She had merely gathered mana in her hand and with a single swing, she had reduced the terracotta general into dust. Tia licked her dusty fingers and frowned, not satisfied with the fact that she had killed her opponent but tasted nothing but dust and not blood.

Twitch.

Emperor Qin’s eyebrows twitched.

‘That girl has quite a bit of mana.’

Han-Yeol smiled as the message he’d been expecting actually appeared. He then did what he had to do.

“Charge.”

Although Han-Yeol’s words didn’t contain a special power like Emperor Qin’s, he still had a skill that bore the title of ‘king.’

In terms of force, he wasn’t lacking in the slightest compared to Emperor Qin. With a wave of his hand, he lifted the Black Orcs’ spirits.

“The great lord has given his order. Everyone march forward!”

“March forward!”

“Chhhh!”

The Black Orcs moved forward in unison.

The sight of seventy thousand orcs running unison would normally be a formidable force, but in the face of a million soldiers in Emperor Qin’s army, they looked unusually weak.

“Stewart, I’ll leave you to take charge.”

“Alright.”

The Black Orc Lord was definitely present, but it was nothing more than a charging leader who merely shouted and ran to fight at the front. They didn’t know anything about the complex aspects of commanding one another, and needed a clever leader to guide them properly.

A clever leader didn’t necessarily mean they were a master at military strategy and tactics and could expertly issue all kinds of difficult commands.

‘There’s no way the stupid orcs could possibly understand such complicated orders.’

Stewart’s ability to make blunt assessments was both cold and accurate.

A wise commander had to know the ability of their men and how to command them accordingly.

In this regard, Stewart’s tendency to look down on the Black Orcs was perfect.

In the first place, he had no expectations of the orcs, so he commanded them by giving them very easy and simple orders, or by not giving them orders at all, and getting them to do what he wanted.

“There’s nothing more foolish than trying to make stupid beings understand something.”

He had gained this knowledge from years of warfare as a demon lord, leading countless demons.

“Come forth, Shurarmors.”

Goong! Shaaa!

It had been a long time since Stewart had used his basic summoning skill, Golem Summoning.

However, the Shurarmors he summoned this time were a little different than the ones he had summoned in the dungeon. The ones he had summoned in the dungeon were smaller to fit the narrow space, but this time, the golems were four meters tall and three meters wide at the shoulders.

Thump! Thump!

Ten thousand of those golems joined, making the battle even more intense.

***

[Indeed, you’re one hell of a barbarian to be able to compete with my troops to this extent. What a shame. Do you really have no intention of becoming my general? I love competent men.]

“...”

Ten minutes had passed since the intense battle began, and it looked like everything would be destroyed. Nonetheless, Emperor Qin and Han-Yeol were merely facing each other a hundred meters off the ground.

Emperor Qin looked down and praised the strength of the Black Orc army, even though they were his enemies.

Twitch.

‘This old fashioned guy is really starting to piss me off.’

In fact, Han-Yeol was driven to the brink of insanity because of something else.

“Tsk, can we just fight already? I need a palace to vent my frustration.”

[Huh, tsk, tsk. Why are you in such a rush? There’s a time for everything, and a leader must know how to wait for the right time. A wise leader must be able to see the forest for the trees, and they must spend ten years preparing for one victory. You’re skilled, but you still have a lot to learn.]

Twitch!

Han-Yeol was a master of psychological warfare, but he couldn't bring himself to continue this horrific conversation any longer.

“If you won’t attack, I will!”