When your comrades, monarchs, and enemies all firmly believe that "gathering together the Nine Cauldrons will lead to destiny," only you know that the blood-stained jade cong is connected to a weapon of destruction that hangs in the sky and feeds on civilization.
My name is Ying Pojun, the youngest warrior commander in the Qin Dynasty. On the day I picked up the jade cong on the Changping battlefield, I saw with my own eyes that the star ring swallowed 400,000 dead souls. Now the King of Qin is devoting all his power to collect the Nine Cauldrons, and the witches of Chu are responding to the celestial phenomena with blood sacrifices. And my broken sword must cut off this "destiny" leading to collective suicide!
The ancient Jiuding is actually an interstellar weapon terminal? Is the cyclical harvest of civilization behind the struggle for destiny? See how little people used modern thinking to change their fate in ancient times.
Just when you thought you were stopping the tyrant, you found out that everyone was feeding the real world-destroying monster. Every time you "go against heaven", you push the world into deeper despair...
"If the price of saving the common people is to become a new monster, what should you do?" When the blood of my comrades spilled on the altar, and when the beauty withered and clung to the scroll, I held the broken Qin sword and walked towards the core of the star ring - this time, I want humans to live for myself.
"Bronze and Halo" is not only a collision between history and science fiction, but also a complete declaration of war on fatalism. If you are destined to find the truth between the pages of history books, you might as well see how this madman split the starry sky with a broken sword and rewrote the way of heaven with a mortal body.
(Open this book and witness the most magnificent human hymn under the bloody sky)
