chapter 55 : family protector

Confusion took root within Long Su's heart.

Emeditaly He embarked on a frantic search for the elusive black bird inside the small palace, firstly in every corner of the world. 

Then he delved his search into the depths of his seed world, seeking any sign or connection that would lead him to the regal creature that had become the beacon of his destiny.

But nothing can be found; even the smallest clue about the bird vanished. 

the symbol of his triumph and the key to unlocking the grand ambitions he harbored for the Qin Dynasty. 

His spectral form tore through the palace grounds, a whirlwind of determination and unyielding resolve.

"The son of the Ying family wishes to see the family protector." 

Long Su's voice echoed through the empty halls, a chorus of desperation and longing, as he pleaded with the black bird to reveal itself. 

 why its acalled the family protector because two recession

Firstly everyone in the Ying royal family believes and prefer the blue colors of the water because it lead them for prosperity

And secondly qin use the black color because it was the color of the bird the protect the Duke Xiang who was the first ruler of Qin state

So calling the black bird the family protector is the right things for long su

Yet, despite his fervent efforts, the black bird remained shrouded in mystery.

Since the fitst time long su entered his world seed and hearing the bird's voice mixed with dragon shot filed his thought woth suspension

 but the memories of long su and fu su that mixed together and the dungeon advantages he takes didn't give him time to think about it

the pivotal moment when he first laid eyes upon the majestic bird. 

the sense of awe and reverence that had filled him as the creature's royalty

a potent reminder of the first empire former awa and his royla power

Long Su with an unshakable conviction, konw that It was the embodiment of his birthright and the key to the Qin Dynasty's rebirth. 

Its presence had guided him to have the small Xianyang. The unique power of the filthy faith points all of this to the power of the black bird. 

His resolve was strengthened by the knowledge that the black bird's return would herald a new era for his people.

As the shadows of doubt receded, he steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead, his heart burning with the fierce determination to uncover the secrets of the black bird and fulfill the promise of a dynasty reborn.

As the search for the enigmatic black bird proved fruitless, Long Su, his brow creased in steadfast determination, 

fixed his attention on the esteemed General Zhang Han, who maintained a stoic posture in the palace halls. 

The dancing torchlight, casting spectral shadows upon the ancient stone walls, seemed to imbue the scene with a sense of impending urgency and purpose.

"General Zhang," Long Su's authoritative voice resonated through the somber stillness.

"The dawn of a new day shall bear witness to the first of many trials that await us in this strange and perilous new world." 

"The fate of rebuilding Qin hangs in our hands, and it is our sacred duty to ensure that we emerge triumphant in the crucible of battle."

The young heir's unwavering resolve was evident in the depths of his piercing gaze, which bore into the seasoned warrior as he continued. 

"The responsibilities entrusted to us are great, General, and we must not falter in our commitment to the path that lies before us." 

"Rally our warriors, arm every single soldier, and leave no resource untapped. Tomorrow, with hourly help, I will lead the army to fight." -

" we will fight only For victory "

Long Su paused, allowing the gravity of his words to settle on the shoulders of the stalwart general.

"The eyes of our ancestors are upon us, General Zhang. 

Let us honor their memory and secure the future of the Qin Dynasty by emerging victorious in this pivotal battle." 

"We can't lose in tomorrow's battle. Our destiny is ours to forge, and we shall seize it with every ounce of strength and courage that resides within our hearts."

As the echoes of Long Su's decree reverberated through the palace halls,

A spark of excitement ignited within the hearts of General Zhang Han and the three skeletal commanders. 

The prospect of a looming battle brought with it the promise of honor, glory, and the opportunity to carve their spectral names into the annals of history.

Though the gold and lands of living men held no sway over their undead forms of desire, 

The allure of fighting for the honor of the Qin Dynasty was a potent motivator, driving them to commit their spectral forces to the pursuit of victory.

"As you command, Your Highness, fight to death for Qin," proclaimed General Zhang Han, his voice imbued with reverence and determination as he offered a crisp military salute. 

"Fight to death for Qin." 

His skeletal commanders followed suit, their ancient armor glinting in the flickering torchlight as they acknowledged their leader's decree. 

The collective resolve of these spectral warriors was a palpable force, a testament to the indomitable spirit that had once defined the Qin Dynasty.

With the swiftness and precision born of countless battles, 

General Zhang Han and his skeletal commanders departed the palace halls, their spectral forms merging with the shadows as they set out to prepare their forces for the impending conflict.

Left alone in the cavernous throne room, Long Su settled into the ancient seat of power, his thoughts turning to the task at hand.

The city, a testament to the rebirth of the Qin Dynasty, had been producing a wealth of Daqin faith points over the past week, a resource that now lay at his disposal.

As he surveyed the hallowed chamber, Long Su could always remember his father siting alone while governing the country

With a slow, deliberate gesture, he began to harness the vast reserves of Daqin faith points, channeling their power into the spectral armies that would soon take to the battlefield.

The throne room was suffused with palpable energy as Long Su worked, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows upon the ancient stone walls. 

The young heir's determination was etched upon his features; his brow furrowed in concentration as he prepared his forces for the fight that lay ahead. 

In the quiet of the night, the palace became a crucible of spectral power.