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

The blast door rattled loudly as Wu Zetian walked to the bulletproof glass and looked down.

The heavy main gate, cast entirely of titanium alloy, groaned under its own weight.

The reinforced concrete walls around the gate were constantly cracking due to the violent physical impact.

Large swaths of white ash mixed with gravel crashed to the ground.

The air pressure sensor on the main control panel in the computer room has sounded a piercing alarm.

It flashes red light, indicating physical damage to the exterior wall.

Wu Zetian's expression was cold and stern.

Her long legs, encased in a silk brocade dress, moved with measured steps.

He walked quickly to the edge of the thickened bulletproof wall that was suspended three zhang above the ground.

Her fair hands rested on the cold glass wall.

Her phoenix eyes swept slightly downwards.

Tens of thousands of confused, low-level internet addicts outside the gate surrounded the city like zombies.

It was a sea of ​​heads that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

The once spacious square in front of the Cyberspace Administration of China.

By this time, the area was completely packed with these impoverished people who had poured out of the West Market refugee camps and slums.

The night was gloomy.

The holographic streetlights that originally stood around the square had long been smashed into blue glass shards scattered all over the ground.

In the faint peripheral vision of the data.

The faces of these tens of thousands of civilians were flushed with a sickly redness.

Their eyeballs rolled upwards frequently.

All that remained was a ring of bloodshot whites around his eyes.

"Abolish the anti-addiction system! Give me back my 'Flower Queen'!"

"We want to become immortals! We want to be masters in the palace!"

They chanted, "Abolish the anti-addiction system and give me back my virtual wife!"

The overwhelming sound waves converged into a low-frequency physical resonance.

The vibrations made the bulletproof glass vibrate and rattle.

These lowly laborers, who live like dirt in reality, experienced the hallucinogenic dopamine provided by the aristocratic family.

They had long since disregarded physical life and death.

For them, having their internet connection cut off was more unbearable than having their heads chopped off with a knife.

The refugees held up their homemade scrap cables.

The edges of the metal wire were covered with rough weld marks, drawing strange arcs in the darkness.

"Why should the imperial court interfere with how many wives we can marry within the designated area?"

We want to become immortals!

"If the power isn't cut off, this damn Cyberspace Administration Office will burn down!"

This is the madness caused by complete mental withdrawal.

This has affected tens of thousands of obedient citizens who have lived honest and law-abiding lives for most of their lives.

Overnight, he turned into a thug who felt no pain.

The Snow Dragon Riders dared not use lethal weapons against civilians, and the shield formation was on the verge of collapse under their frenzied attacks.

One hundred heavily armored infantrymen responsible for the defense were lined up with heavy black titanium alloy shields at the bottom of the steps.

Due to the strict restrictions of the Donggong (Eastern Palace) and similar security regulations.

The knights dared not press the particle-splitting switch on their greatswords.

Faced with this surging crowd.

The empire's most elite, battle-hardened killing machine is now trapped in the most frustrating passive defense.

The heavy black titanium shield was pushed and shoved by the crowd.

It emitted a series of dull, metallic scraping sounds.

The physical defenses are being relentlessly and relentlessly pushed up the steps.

Slow motion of a refugee's face twitching and saliva dripping onto a black titanium shield.

Within that single second, the scene was slowed down into hundreds of cruel microscopic frames in Wu Zetian's retinal holographic compound eye.

A gaunt dockworker.

His tattered linen jacket had already been torn in half.

Ribs covered in black mud were exposed.

His body was experiencing severe spasms due to the complete depletion of dopamine.

The skin and flesh of the entire face completely shifted within milliseconds.

The muscles in both cheeks were twitching frequently.

The corner of his eye was torn due to excessive force.

Two lines of dark red blood tears flowed out.

He was like a giant black bat, desperately clinging to the shimmering shell of the black titanium shield without feeling any pain.

His withered fingers even managed to pry sparks from the edge of the steel plate.

He opened his large mouth, which was covered in filthy blood.

The teeth scraped hard against the steel armor, making a grating, ear-piercing sound.

Large patches of white saliva were mixed with blood.

It slowly descended along the cold, metallic emblem of the black titanium shield.

It stretched into long, sticky threads.

It appeared so dazzling under the cold light.

"They've gone mad... sir, these peasants are all possessed!"

In the center of the shield formation, a young Snow Dragon Rider, covered in sweat, called for reinforcements.

His hands were pressed tightly against the support rods on the inside of the shield.

The knuckles were in a pale, bluish-gray state due to excessive force.

He could physically pierce the armor of the Turkic barbarians with his titanium spear.

But they had never encountered Tang Dynasty people who used their teeth and nails to gnaw on the mecha shields like this.

"The high-frequency shock device is about to overload!"

Their nerves have long been burned by black market transformers; they're not afraid of the numbing arc at all!

Wu Zetian's finger hovers over the alarm button.

Inside the main control cabin of the City That Never Sleeps.

Wu Zetian's fair, slender right hand rested quietly above the deep red "Special" button that represented absolute annihilation.

The distance to the button flashing red light.

Only a micrometer of physical distance remains.

As long as she presses down with a force of one-thousandth of a Newton.

The 3,000-volt high-voltage physical defense network buried under the square will be fully activated within one microsecond.

By that time.

The tens of thousands of refugees outside the door, whose reason has been corrupted by the dirty code, will be burned into a deathly black mosaic by the pulse current in a millisecond.

But that also means...

The 40,000 laborers were indispensable to the Tang Dynasty in reality.

They would be completely and physically purged by the imperial power in a second.

Wu Zetian's phoenix eyes flashed with the cold glint unique to a wealthy queen.

But her fingers remained frozen in mid-air.

This absolute struggle between rigid algorithms and the prevailing hereditary system caused even the central bank governor's breathing to become slightly hoarse.

"Sir, Captain Xu Xiao's heavy armored vehicles are being completely blocked by the civilians outside the Vermilion Bird Gate with their own flesh and blood."

The operator turned his head, his eyes trembling with shock.

"Make them increase the high-frequency oscillation frequency, but absolutely do not fire."

Wu Zetian's voice remained as cold and aloof as ice.

She straightened her disheveled kesi (silk tapestry) dress.

"Those old rats from the aristocratic families are just waiting for the Great Snow Dragon Riders to bleed in the inner city to quell the rebellion."

As long as our particle knife draws blood.

The old man's hard-earned prestige in the new technology will be completely drowned in the mud and water of this long street.

"But the gate is about to be breached! The pressure valve is already off the charts!"

The operator started screaming hysterically.

The icon at the top of the console that symbolizes physical external defense.

Within a microsecond.

Strangely, it changed from light red to a glaring, deathly red.

The steel and concrete around the gate finally emitted a dull cracking sound before it completely collapsed.

The rumbling, shattering echoes reverberated through the narrow machine room corridor.

In those final three seconds when Datang Data Network was hanging by a thread.

Suddenly, a sharp technical whistle emanated from the transoceanic encrypted channel on the main control panel in the side room.

The sound was too loud.

The vibrations even caused the physical report on the table to tremble violently.

Wu Zetian suddenly turned around.

I thought it was Hawaii's rebellious son finally responding, but then a holographic spectrum popped up.

However, it belongs to the most secret imperial seal in the Daming Palace.

As the defense line was about to break, Li Shimin's desperate communication came through: "No need to arrest them... They have kidnapped the brains of 100,000 children."