The corner of the battlefield.
In the desolate area of the alien battlefield.
Piled with corpses.
Corpses of Uruk soldiers, mixed with the fragmented remains of alien entities.
Among the bodies,
The Emperor Qin Shi Huang from the East and Michelle were locked in a distant standoff.
Drip, drip, drip.
Bright red blood dripped from the wound on Michelle's shoulder.
She had been struck by a sword.
It had been a long time since she felt the pain of injury.
The opponent's speed was certainly not faster than hers.
Yet he had still managed to strike her with a single blow.
"It's a treasure accessory."
Michelle frowned, eyeing the man on the bronze horse chariot, her expression devoid of joy or sorrow.
She didn't care about the outcome of this grand confrontation.
Because her true purpose in coming here was never to win.
She bore an important mission.
A task personally entrusted to her by her teacher, Merlin.
Her sole mission in the Age of Gods was this task.
