DLERB -Chapter 182 Landing! That Eight-Year-Old God-Demon Stepped Onto Roman Soil!

From the freezing seawater, Anthony saw the final fate of his fleet.

It was a sphere.

A hideous metal sphere formed from warships, armor, weapons, and the corpses of his soldiers, all crushed and twisted together.

It hung silently against the side of that black mountain-like ship.

Like a wad of gum stuck to the sole of a giant’s boot.

His life’s glory.

Rome’s pride.

All of it was there.

A sweet metallic taste surged into his throat. Anthony spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with salty seawater.

There was nothing he could do.

He could only watch helplessly.

…

On the deck of the Zhenyuan.

Ying Ziye could not even be bothered to look at the drowning survivors struggling in the sea anymore.

His attention rested on the enormous metal sphere attached to the ship’s hull.

“Quite unique,” he remarked casually to Wang Jian and Meng Tian behind him.

The two veteran generals, hardened by countless battles, stood ramrod straight in silence.

They did not know what to say.

In fact, they could not speak at all.

What they had witnessed had already surpassed everything they understood about warfare.

“Your Highness… this thing…”

Meng Tian swallowed hard, struggling to find the words.

“Is it… called scrap metal?”

Ying Ziye turned to look at him.

“No.”

He shook his head.

“From today onward, it has a name.”

The little boy raised a finger and pointed toward the gigantic metal sphere.

“It is called ‘Trophy Number One.’”

“Pass down my order.”

He withdrew his hand. His voice was calm, yet impossible to disobey.

“Drag it ashore intact.”

“Set it right in the center of their harbor.”

“Make it a monument.”

Wang Li’s breathing grew heavier.

A monument!

Made from the enemy’s entire fleet!

What overwhelming dominance! What utter humiliation!

“This general obeys!”

Wang Li roared as he clasped his fists, his face flushed with fanatic excitement.

He turned and rushed toward the edge of the deck, bellowing at the soldiers below.

“Did you all hear that?!”

“Winches! Iron chains! Move it!”

“Escort our ‘Trophy Number One’ ashore for His Highness!”

“ROAR!”

Thousands of black-armored Qin soldiers answered with thunderous cries.

Massive iron chains, thick as pythons, were dragged out from the holds.

Iron hooks lined with barbs were slammed into every corner of the metal sphere.

“Creak… screech…”

Hundreds of enormous winches began turning under the combined effort of the soldiers.

The gigantic heap of twisted metal — once Rome’s First Fleet — let out ear-piercing grinding noises as it was slowly peeled away from the hull of the Zhenyuan.

Far away on the sea, Anthony heard that sound.

And he understood it.

It was the sound of his own bones — and Rome’s bones — being crushed to pieces.

He could endure no longer.

His head tilted to the side, and he finally lost consciousness.

…

The black fleet of Great Qin advanced toward the Roman coastline like a moving wall of iron.

On the coastal watchtowers and lookout posts—

the surviving Roman soldiers had already collapsed mentally.

They threw away their spears.

Tore off their leather armor.

And fled inland in blind panic, stumbling and crawling as they ran.

“Monsters! Sea monsters have come ashore!”

“The gods have abandoned us! Jupiter has abandoned us!”

Panic spread like wildfire.

At that moment—

the Zhenyuan stopped a hundred zhang away from the shore.

Then—

“BOOM!!!”

A deafening explosion shook the heavens!

A gigantic black plank, wider than a city gate and dozens of zhang long, came crashing down from the towering side of the Zhenyuan with a shrieking roar!

It was a siege boarding ramp!

Its front edge was like a heaven-splitting battle axe, smashing violently into Roman soil!

The earth trembled violently.

The landing point was right beside a tall Roman stone watchtower.

“Crack… BOOM!”

The sturdy tower’s foundation split apart instantly under the impact.

The entire structure tilted sideways, collapsed, and crumbled into rubble.

One end of the ramp rested firmly against the ship.

The other embedded itself deep into the Roman coastline.

A road to hell—

No.

A road to conquest—

had been laid.

Wang Li’s blood was boiling completely now.

Dropping to one knee before Ying Ziye, his voice trembled with excitement beneath his helmet.

“Your Highness!”

“This general, Wang Li, requests the honor of leading the vanguard for Great Qin!”

“I am willing to flatten this land for Your Highness!”

Ying Ziye lowered his head and glanced at him.

“Granted.”

Just one word.

“This general obeys!”

Wang Li sprang to his feet and leapt onto his horse.

Drawing the sword at his waist, he pointed it toward that strange foreign land and unleashed a thunderous roar.

“Elite warriors of Great Qin!”

“Follow me—charge!”

“For His Highness!”

“For Great Qin!”

“KILL!”

He kicked his horse forward.

With a fierce neigh, the warhorse became the first to thunder across the massive boarding ramp!

“KILL! KILL! KILL!”

Behind him, eight hundred black-armored cavalrymen surged forward like a flood of black steel released from a broken dam!

“RUMBLE—RUMBLE—RUMBLE!”

The synchronized pounding of hooves merged into rolling thunder.

That thunder echoed across the colossal ramp.

That thunder stepped onto Roman soil.

For the first time in thousands of years, cavalry from the East had set foot upon this continent.

They were conquerors.

They were heavenly punishment.

The eight hundred iron cavalry became a black spear, rushing down the ramp in an instant, kicking up clouds of sand as they hunted the fleeing Roman soldiers.

On the deck, silence filled the air.

Every soldier watched the departing cavalry force.

Wang Jian and Meng Tian stood motionless like two iron statues.

Their hands were clenched tightly around the hilts of their swords.

Then—

the torrent of cavalry split apart.

A pathway opened from the prow of the ship all the way to the far end of the beach.

A magnificent black warhorse slowly emerged from the shadow of the Zhenyuan.

On its back sat a small figure.

Tiny—

yet clad in black marshal armor completely mismatched to his age and size.

It was Ying Ziye.

He did not urge the horse onward.

He simply allowed it to walk calmly down the enormous ramp.

The sea wind stirred the crimson plume atop his helmet.

He stopped upon the beach.

Behind him stood the sky-covering black fleet.

Before him lay the shattered Roman survivors fleeing in panic—and a vast unfamiliar world.

He raised his head and looked toward those retreating figures growing smaller in the distant dust.

Then he spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it struck every Qin soldier’s heart like thunder.

“Run?”

“Can you escape?”