The Battle of Qin Ou I Grew Anti-Matter Rice Under the First Emperor

In 214 BC, the Qin army marched south with 500,000 soldiers, vowing to conquer the barbaric wilderness of Xiou. As a sacrificed shrine maiden, the moment my blood dyed the bronze ruler red, a mechanical hand from 2133 stretched out from the crack. I was shocked and learned the most bloody truth about this planet: The so-called unification of the Qin Dynasty is nothing more than a stress resistance test before harvesting the "73rd batch of genetic crops" of the alien civilization. Lingqu is the scanner circuit, Jiuding is the interstellar anchor point, and the terracotta warriors and horses are the silicon-based soldiers to be activated. And we, all of us, are crops raised in the "Earth Experimental Field". My ashes can grow antimatter rice, and grind the ears into starbursts. My blood book can rewrite the program of Lingqu, and cutting off the canal is a natural chasm. My tears can awaken the bronze ghost army buried deep in the ground. The surrendered Qin general Zhao Tuo tore out his heart and took out the mechanical key, which reflected the sigh of his future self's holographic image. King Ou translated and asked Song to jump into the boiling copper water, cast the eternal twin statues with flesh and blood, and pointed his sword at Orion. As for the First Emperor Yingzheng who woke up in the ice coffin, in the mechanical chest, an anti-matter rice plant was glowing - it was the last fire he kept for himself as the "administrator puppet". In this battle, we have never been fighting each other. It's the pair of eyes beyond the sea of ​​stars that regard civilization as a crop and harvest it on time. When the bronze ruler completely cracks the wormhole, when the sea of antimatter explodes into the galaxies, We declare our final rebellion to the universe: "I'd rather be a spark that starts a prairie fire and burns up the sky——" "If you don't work as a greenhouse crop, you will be harvested by others!"