Zhou Heng is reborn.
Back to the day the great fusion began.
In his previous life, he survived for three years. A level-thirty Lancer, he was ultimately stabbed in the back by the brother he trusted most and shoved in front of the Corpse King.
In this life, he knows where the treasure chests are, where the heroic spirits can be found, and where hidden classes are waiting.
Fire axe from the start, white longsword as a stepping stone, yellow refined-steel spear to change class, purple moonblade to reach godhood.
Heavy Slash, Thrust, Triple Stab, Sweeping Slash: skill combos, every strike cutting deep.
Walking Corpses, Runners, Giant Corpses, Armored Corpses, Corpse Soldiers, Corpse Generals, Corpse Marshals, Corpse Kings: he fights his way through them all.
Names found only in the history books come alive, one by one.
Liao Hua volunteers to lead the vanguard. Zhao Yun rides with his white horse and silver spear. Zhuge Liang holds his feather fan and wears his Taoist scarf. Xiang Yu possesses strength enough to uproot mountains.
The armies of Qin Shi Huang, the cavalry of Emperor Wu of Han, the strategists of Emperor Taizong of Tang, the mounted archers of Genghis Khan.
Some want to recruit him as a general, some want to kill him and take his treasures, and some want to join him in the struggle for dominion over the world.
Zhou Heng has only one spear.
Starting from a rented apartment in Linjiang City, he cuts through the tide of corpses, recruits heroic spirits, builds a power base, and unifies Earth.
When monsters from countless realms pour through the rifts, and the shadows of their rulers loom over all the worlds,
Zhou Heng stands astride his horse with spear in hand, thousands of soldiers at his back, along with the most brilliant heroes in history.
“This time, my fate is mine to command.”
