Zhao Tuo stared at the dragon in awe with tears in his eyes.
That is the totem belief of their Great Qin!
He put down the steel knife, carefully picked up the scattered golden light, and knelt down devoutly.
"A divine dragon is born, protect our Great Qin!"
The soldiers and natives behind him saw this breathtaking scene and involuntarily dropped their weapons and knelt down to gaze at the dragon from afar.
Western Qiang territory.
The Qiang people were preparing their bows and weapons, preparing to plunder the people of Qin in a few days.
I heard that they planted a crop this year that yields 10,000 kilograms per mu, so they must be able to plunder a lot of food supplies.
But as they were fantasizing, a giant beast that covered the sky and the sun gradually approached with a loud dragon roar.
The unimaginable unknown horror frightened the Qiang people so much that their faces turned pale and they trembled like sieves.
"God! Save your people!"
"The beast has defeated the sun god..."
"Master Divine Beast, we will no longer plunder the people of Daqin. Please forgive us!"
"Please forgive us. The Qiang people are willing to believe in you..."
Facing the invincible beast, the Qiang people knelt down in despair and repented and prayed.
As if sensing their submission, the giant beast danced its long body and gradually moved away.
The dragon of destiny traveled over every mountain range, every river, and every city and village in the Qin Dynasty.
Its flesh and blood turned into fertile soil, its spine into rolling mountains, its scales into hard rock, its hair into lush vegetation...
Gradually, the dragon's body began to become illusory and transparent.
The dragon completed its mission and flew back to Xianyang.
Ying Zheng was still standing on the high platform outside Zhangtai Palace, gazing at the blue sky.
At this moment, the dragon flew from afar and circled in the sky again.
But the illusory dragon body could no longer block the dazzling sun.
The golden dragon pupils stared at Ying Zheng closely, and in an instant, a divine dragon swooped down from the sky.
As it got closer to the ground, its figure became smaller and smaller.
Finally, amid exclamations, it landed on Ying Zheng's brow, transformed into a black gold dragon pattern, and disappeared in an instant.
"A Zheng, are you okay?"
Chu Yuening stared at the man with his eyes closed worriedly.
She didn't know why the dragon vein of luck would eventually return to Ying Zheng.
Does the emperor of the world also have to take on part of the dragon veins to suppress the Nine Provinces?
"Nothing."
Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his pupils.
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