The Yan Kingdom fell fourteen years ago.
The Eight-Nation Alliance trampled the royal capital beneath their iron hooves. The last Yan Emperor took his own life in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, leaving behind nine final words: “The Yan Kingdom may fall, but Huaxia must never fall.”
Four thousand li of mountains and rivers changed color. The character Yan was banned, the history books were burned, and the descendants of the kingdom were born slaves. Ten households had to share a single kitchen knife. Only the lonely city in the far north held out. Eight thousand Black-Armored soldiers defended it for fourteen years, fighting until only three hundred white-haired veterans remained. The tattered Yan flag still flew above the city walls, never falling.
Lin Yan transmigrated. He became the lord of the poorest village in Huangzhou, with forty-seven elderly and infirm villagers, no food in storage, and not a single soldier. Bandits would arrive in three days. Just as he was about to flee, the Heavenly Evolution System dropped right into his lap.
[Would you like to summon Evolutionaries?]
He slapped the button. Blue Star exploded.
Thirty goofy players dropped from the sky, livestreaming on their phones, rolling for stats, and scrambling to work. They treated defending their homeland like a beginner dungeon. None of them knew that the NPC lord they called “an absolute master of deadpan acting” had also come from Blue Star. Lin Yan stood with his hands behind his back, keeping a straight face as he made grand promises, while internally grumbling like crazy: NPCs aren’t allowed to smile.
Village → Town → City → Province → Kingdom. Thirty players → One hundred thousand.
When the Eight-Nation Alliance’s cavalry charged again, they saw a hundred thousand lunatics drop from the sky, armed with blackstone weapons and the gleam of hungry wolves in their eyes.
“War for the nation’s fate? Kill!”
The three hundred veterans in the lonely city looked up. The tattered flag snapped in the wind.
This time, they wouldn’t just defend. One hundred thousand players would spearhead the charge, the remnants of the Yan Kingdom would be the blade, and the people of Huaxia would be the shield. They would settle the blood debt of fourteen years, one account at a time.
The Yan Kingdom may fall.
Huaxia must never fall!
It's beautiful, very imaginative, and the author is so talented.
Love is a greedy place
Rush! Rush! Rush!
Just watched it, the content setting is novel, the plot is compact, there are few anecdotes, and it is updated quickly!