Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

The voice of "Old Xu, catch the rats!" had just rang out in the Chang'an Imperial Guard Command Headquarters. In the very first millisecond after the network was restored, the Tian Shu system had already locked the real physical coordinates of the dark web onto the big screen.

Within the eerie blue multidimensional cold light matrix, the latitude and longitude coordinates flashing with a dangerous red light resembled a sharp knife.

It was firmly nailed deep into an inconspicuous main sewage pipe on the west side of the city that never sleeps.

The hydraulic transmission device inside the command center suddenly emitted a high-frequency roar as the massive gears meshed together, sparks flying everywhere.

On the chiseled face of Xu Xiao, the commander of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry.

In that single millisecond, not a single moment of hesitation was revealed.

His calloused right hand slammed down heavily on the offline tactics panel.

"Attention all teams! The Primal Patch is fully deployed, physical mesh locked, initiating a dimensional reduction pinpoint assault!"

The cold, deadly command instantly pierced the dull night sky through the quantum channel.

The heavy mechs that were gathering and waiting in various parts of Chang'an City suddenly spewed out pale white flames of thousands of degrees from their jetpacks.

"Boom—!"

A heavy, deafening roar instantly ripped through the darkness of the capital city, which had just been restored to light.

Above that dark, cramped, and stale old street in the West Market.

Several thick and hard bluestone slabs that had been laid for hundreds of years suddenly began to show irregular and severe spiderweb-like cracks in that minute.

That dull, cracking sound caused by the heavy pressure from the ground.

The sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent streets, sending chills down one's spine.

"Bang—!"

With a violent, earth-shattering roar, the several-foot-thick bluestone pavement was instantly shattered by an unimaginable force of steel.

Countless fragments of stone, broken wooden stakes, and black soil splattered wildly in all directions like dense artillery shells.

They smashed the paper windows of the surrounding inns to pieces.

Amidst a whirlwind of swirling dust and debris, more than ten black titanium tactical power armor suits, gleaming with a chilling metallic sheen, descended from the sky with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Their heavy steel shells, weighing several tons, slammed hard onto the bluestone slabs of the underground sewer.

It shook up the stagnant, foul-smelling water that had accumulated over the years, sending it soaring several meters high, transforming it into a foul-smelling white mist that filled the sky.

The high-frequency oscillating particle gun had already completed its tactical horizontal movement within the first microsecond of landing.

A faint, pale blue arc of electricity crackled at the muzzle of the gun, locking onto every corner of the secret room.

Inside the dark web cellar, Cui Hua, who had been frantically groping in the darkness with his face covered in blood, froze completely in place.

In his bloodshot old eyes, there was nothing but despair and endless lingering fear of this pure physical violence.

He was still clutching the broken bamboo brush tightly in his hand.

But the pen that could have been used to command the world was now as weak as a dried-up blade of grass.

Lu Zicheng slumped down next to the waterproof table.

Large shards of rock pelted his shoulders, tearing his tattered robes into bloody welts.

He stared blankly at the black titanium heavy armor that crammed the narrow space.

Looking at those eerie blue gun barrels that exuded a deathly threat.

Faced with absolute physical violence and supreme computing power, the hacker war painstakingly planned by these old aristocrats was nothing more than a laughable, pathetic farce.

"Put down your weapons, or become code."

The lead Snow Dragon Rider officer's voice was so cold it lacked any human emotion.

A relentless red light gleamed beneath his tactical helmet.

The sound was amplified by the loudspeaker, causing dust to fall from the surrounding blue brick walls.

"No...don't do it! I surrender! I'll hand over all the land deeds and gold bricks!"

Cui Hua was so frightened that the broken pen in her hand fell into the dirty water with a thud.

He knelt down against the wall without any dignity, raising his hands high, his body trembling like a leaf shaking in a storm.

Those powerful elders who were usually arrogant and full of benevolence and morality in the court.

Faced with the threat of death, their despicable and weak nature was stripped bare in that minute, leaving not a single hair behind.

This was a thorough and devastating purge.

The assassins didn't even have time to pull their rusted daggers an inch out of their hands.

The network security task force used high-voltage electromagnetic chains to forcibly paralyze the system in large sections.

The heavy black titanium combat boots trod on those precious Xuan papers.

The extreme restoration plan, written in ink, was shoved deep into the filthy mud.

The last remaining embers of the Lu family of Fanyang and the Cui family of Qinghe underground were extinguished on the spot by the Great Snow Dragon Riders in the most brutal way, without any smoke of battle.

"Take him away. His Majesty will personally interrogate that old rat from the Academy of Sciences in the Taiji Hall."

Xu Xiao slowly walked down the ruins, his cloak still carrying the cool moisture of the night sky over Chang'an.

His right foot was on a shattered crystal screen.

He crushed it into useless electronic waste, his eyes filled with disdain.

This is the aftermath of what happened when the Crown Prince of Saltfish casually flipped a lever in Hawaii.

In this minute, it finally witnessed its bloodiest and cruelest landing and ending in the real world.

The hammer of technology not only shattered their networks, but also crushed their flesh and skin into the laws of the new Tang Dynasty.

The white jade steps outside the Daming Palace have now been restored to their former glory, brightly lit.

Tens of thousands of holographic palace lanterns emitted a warm, golden glow.

The layers upon layers of white marble reliefs are rendered as majestic and noble as a fairyland.

However, within this bright light and shadow, there was an intense, suffocating sense of oppression.

Thousands of fully armed Imperial Guards, wielding high-frequency particle spears, surrounded the entire square.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The heavy scraping of chains on the ground sounded particularly jarring in the empty square.

The vice dean, bound hand and foot, was dragged out of the basement like a dead dog. He looked up and saw Li Shimin standing on the high steps of the Taiji Hall, his face ashen.

Li Shimin's festive red robe fluttered in the night wind as he looked down at the once top scientist of the Tang Dynasty, his dragon eyes burning with two savage flames that seemed ready to devour anyone.

He took a sudden step forward, his dragon boots landing on the edge of the white jade steps, his voice hoarse and grating with rage: "Old man Gongshu, the first-generation agreement you used tonight has truly broadened my horizons!"