DLERB -Chapter 40 Come Forth, God of War!

In the Xianyang Palace, within the study room.

Ying Ziye was sitting cross-legged on a soft cushion, idly playing with a few small wooden figurines.

Suddenly, a voice only he could hear rang in his mind.

【Ding!】

【Detected that the Host has successfully promoted the divine crop ‘potato,’ uniting public sentiment and greatly increasing Great Qin’s national fortune!】

【Detected that the Host used thunderous methods to suppress the old scholarly faction, clearing obstacles for new policies; Great Qin’s national fortune greatly increased!】

【Detected that the Host used strategic schemes to force remnants of the Six States into convergence, turning scattered rebellions into a decisive confrontation and altering the course of history!】

【Detected that the Host’s actions have significantly shaken Emperor Qin Shi Huang’s mindset, greatly consolidating future succession rights!】

【Multiple key historical nodes altered—triggering ‘National Fortune Critical Strike’!】

【Congratulations, Host, for obtaining a legendary reward: ‘Divine-Magical General Summoning Card’ (one-time use)!】

Ying Ziye’s hands paused.

He lifted his head, his delicate, jade-like face revealing a faint, amused smile.

At that moment, a shadow silently appeared at the doorway of the study.

Qinglong knelt on one knee, head lowered.

“Reporting to Your Highness.”

“Urgent reports have arrived from all regions. The remnants of the Six Kingdoms are moving.”

“The Tian clan in Qi, the remnants of the Li clan in Zhao, forces in Wei… their messengers are traveling frequently, at a scale far beyond the past.”

“According to reports, several armed forces numbering over a thousand men are secretly gathering in different commanderies.”

The study fell into silence.

Ying Ziye swung his short legs lightly and asked in a childish voice:

“Uncle Qinglong.”

“If all the rats in the world come out of their holes…”

“Will our Jinyiwei be enough to catch them?”

Qinglong remained silent.

And that silence was the best answer.

The Jinyiwei were blades, daggers, ghosts in the dark night.

But they were not an army capable of confronting tens of thousands—or even hundreds of thousands—of rebels head-on.

Ying Ziye suddenly giggled.

“It’s fine.”

“If our cat isn’t big enough to catch all the rats…”

“Then we’ll just…”

He paused, his dark eyes gleaming.

“…go find a real tiger!”

One incense stick of time later.

At the highest point of Xianyang Palace—the Stargazing Platform.

Cold wind howled.

Ying Ziye had ordered all Jinyiwei to withdraw. He stood alone at the edge of the high platform.

The night view of Xianyang stretched out beneath his feet.

From his chest, he took out a card that shimmered with a faint golden light.

“System, use the ‘Divine-Magical General Summoning Card.’”

【Card activated!】

【Selecting candidates…】

A golden screen unfolded before him.

Famous names, like thunder through history, scrolled across it.

【Champion Marquis — Huo Qubing: The man who sealed the Langju Xu Mountain. A born cavalry commander. The nightmare of the Xiongnu.】

【Great General — Wei Qing: Seven campaigns, seven victories. Dragon City Flying General. A perfect blend of stability and surprise.】

【Martial Marquis — Yue Fei: Loyal and righteous. “Easier to shake mountains than to shake the Yue Family Army.”】

Ying Ziye’s small finger slid across the glowing screen.

His gaze finally stopped on one name.

【God of War — Han Xin】

【Evaluation: Unparalleled strategist. “The more troops, the better.” Never defeated in his life. Especially skilled in large-scale warfare: encirclement, annihilation, severing, and baiting—the pinnacle of military art.】

Ying Ziye’s small mouth curled into a grin.

“Killing a chicken—why use a butcher’s ox-cleaver?”

“If you’re killing a flock of chickens, of course you use the ox-cleaver!”

“It’s decided—it’s you!”

His tiny finger firmly pressed on the two characters: “Han Xin.”

【Selection Confirmed!】

【Divine-Magical General — Han Xin, summoning initiated!】

In an instant—

The wind stopped.

The clouds froze.

Above the entire city of Xianyang, the originally clear night sky was instantly swallowed by boundless dark clouds.

But these were not ordinary clouds.

They were blood-tinged, iron-rusted killing clouds, churning like a sea of slaughter.

“BOOM—CRACK!”

A blood-red bolt of lightning tore through the heavens like a ferocious dragon!

Then a second bolt.

A third.

Countless more followed.

An ice-cold, suffocating killing intent—pure and absolute—poured down from the heavens like a collapsed celestial river.

The entire city of Xianyang was engulfed.

In the southern district, the Wang clan residence.

The veteran general Wang Jian suddenly opened his eyes!

The battle sword hanging on the wall—one that had accompanied him through countless campaigns—began to hum violently in its scabbard, trembling as if it had encountered its sovereign and was instinctively submitting!

Wang Jian rushed outside and looked toward the imperial palace in shock.

That blood-red thundercloud made even this general who had slaughtered countless enemies feel a chill of dread.

“This level of killing intent…”

His voice trembled with disbelief.

“This is not something a single person can possess! This is the killing aura of a million soldiers—of a hundred battlefields soaked in blood!”

“What… what is happening inside the palace?!”

Chancellor’s Residence.

Li Si was reviewing a bamboo slip under lamplight regarding agricultural affairs.

Suddenly, a cold surge shot from his spine straight to his skull.

Clack.

The bamboo slip fell from his hands.

He looked out the window in terror.

That bizarre blood-red sky made him feel as if some world-ending weapon was about to descend upon this world.

On the Star Observation Platform.

Ying Ziye tilted his little face upward, watching the phenomenon with obvious excitement.

The chaotic red lightning no longer struck wildly.

Instead, it began to converge—intertwining—forming a massive, complex blood-colored vortex at the center of the sky.

At its core was an abyss-like darkness, as though it connected to another dimension entirely.

And from that darkness—

A figure slowly emerged.

He wore plain black Qin armor, scarred by countless blades and axes.

His face was sharp and cold, like it had been carved from stone.

His eyes held no emotion at all.

Only the most primal understanding of war… and slaughter.

He stepped out of the vortex.

One step.

Landing on the stone floor of the observation platform.

“CRACK!”

The stone shattered instantly.

The figure walked up to Ying Ziye, lifted his armor hem, and knelt heavily on one knee!

The entire platform trembled under the force of that kneel.

His voice was like millennia-old ice grinding against steel—cold, yet sharp as iron:

“Your subordinate, Han Xin, greets my lord!”

Ying Ziye looked at the peerless killing god before him, whose presence shook heaven and earth, and nodded in satisfaction.

He reached out his small hand, patted Han Xin’s shoulder, and said in a childish voice:

“Uncle, get up.”

“This young master… will take you out to kill people.”