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

The camera cuts back to the underground air-raid shelters in Jiangnan, where the horrific scene is truly horrifying.

From the damp cracks in the stone bricks deep inside the tunnel, large swathes of acrid, ghastly green smoke were billowing out.

Those inferior superconducting copper wires that were originally used to smuggle dark web data were completely reduced to physical channels for the release of high-dimensional charges after being hit by the pure gold computing power from the ocean.

"Sir! Back off! The high-pressure system is retaliating!"

The family hacker, who was guarding the outside of the ventilation vent, let out a heart-wrenching scream and desperately scrambled backward.

The pungent smell of burning metal cables in the air was amplified to a chilling kinetic energy limit in a fraction of a second.

Li Chengqian's blow struck at the core logic of the market.

The terrifying aftershocks of computing power generated were like a roaring river, flowing wildly backwards along the physical cables buried underground.

That's hundreds of billions of terabytes of destructive, redundant, and garbled garbage.

They carried with them the technological brutality that melts everything, and crashed into this ancient air-raid shelter beneath Jiangdu.

"Boom!"

A series of muffled, explosive explosions erupted in the narrow, dimly lit passageway, turning it into a sea of ​​fire.

The first steam-powered supercomputer, cobbled together by the remnants of the Gongshu family, expanded its black iron casing instantly into the shape of a large, inflated ball under intense heat pulses.

Immediately afterwards, the alloy weld fractured at the root.

Fragments of cast iron mosaic tiles, carrying temperatures exceeding 100 degrees Celsius, splattered and hissed against the surrounding mud walls.

"The current is too strong! The motherboard is spontaneously combusting! Quickly disconnect the power!"

The exiled elder of the Cui clan of Qinghe tumbled off the grand chair.

With his withered hands covered in age spots, he desperately tried to reach the physical lever at the bottom of the control panel.

But in the blink of an eye, when his fingertips were only a micrometer away from the cast iron handle...

A bright blue high-frequency electric arc.

Following the copper wire.

It bit down hard on his wrist like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

"Aaaaaah!"

The old man let out a distorted scream, his whole body thrashing wildly in the muddy water like a dead fish struck by lightning.

His capillaries burst one by one in the subcutaneous tissue.

In milliseconds, that precious Shu brocade robe was stained into a patch of charred black shreds.

This is not just a simple electrical leakage.

This is the Tian Shu system using the most ruthless rules to replace differences.

Use physical methods to clean these unruly sewer rats.

"Error! Controller grid data reconstruction failed! All motherboards have suffered physical fuse failure!"

Within that microsecond, all the indicator lights on the control panel changed from dark red to a lifeless gray, indicating a deactivated account.

The secret network that those aristocratic family heads were so proud of.

Under the impact of massive computing power.

They couldn't even last a fraction of a second.

It was completely reduced to piles of pig iron slag with no data value whatsoever.

On the electric chair at the deepest part of the air-raid shelter.

The eldest son of the Wang family of Taiyuan was now gripping the armrest of his chair with a stiff expression.

His five fingers dug deep, dark holes into the cast iron handguards due to the rapid backlash from the neurons.

"The Immortal Realm... dividends... my stocks..."

His withered lips moved slightly, and large patches of dark red, viscous blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Just now in the virtual world, his Great Sage Dharma Body was hit squarely on the forehead by that stick.

That kind of direct collision of high-dimensional computing power.

Following his holographic helmet.

Within a microsecond, it transformed into a deadly bio-pulse current.

It burned the core of his cerebral cortex, the center of his rationality, into a blackened mess devoid of any thought.

His spirit was physically cancelled within the grid.

In reality, his body, under this relentless backlash, was completely reduced to an empty shell without a soul.

"Break down the door! Great Snow Dragon Riders, heed my command: forcefully breach the gate!"

Outside the air-raid shelter's main door, reinforced with three layers of bulletproof steel plates, came a sudden, chilling roar from Captain Xu Xiao.

The heavy black titanium combat boots sank into the mud.

It emits a clicking physical resonance.

"Particle saber at maximum power! Surrender not accepted!"

"Yes, sir! Physical removal!"

Two dragon riders clad in heavy black iron armor stepped forward.

Within a millisecond, the broadsword in his hand flashed with a dazzling, high-temperature blue arc of light.

"Sizzle!"

Particle rays reaching thousands of degrees Celsius cut through the air like tofu.

That steel door, strong enough to withstand heavy artillery fire.

It left a huge, bloody cross-shaped gash.

"Boom!"

The red-hot steel door panel collapsed inwards with a roar, crashing to the ground and stirring up clouds of black smoke and sparks.

Lieutenant Xu Xiao, holding the offline microparticle short blade level, strode into the underground lair filled with the smell of burning.

The soldiers of the Great Snow Dragon Riders held their muskets level, their metal eyes beneath their visors fixed intently on their surroundings.

however.

"My...principal...refund...Li Chengqian, you big liar...heh...refund..."

Young Master Wang grabbed a handful of mud mixed with rust.

He solemnly stuffed it into his mouth, which was full of black blood.

Chewing.

He was muttering incoherent nonsense about "becoming an immortal and receiving dividends."

This state of technological idiocy, where dopamine has been completely formatted, appears particularly absurd and tragic under the cold light.

"Young Master! Wake up! Our private land deeds are still locked in the bracelet!"

A steward surnamed Cui, who was lucky enough not to have his brain damaged by the fever, was kneeling on the ground nearby.

He slammed his head against the concrete floor, causing it to crack physically.

She desperately tugged at the hem of Young Master Wang's clothes, crying and shouting.

"The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry has entered the city! The Emperor's heavy cannons are firing!"

Please tell this old servant the password!

"Password...hehe...zero one zero one...all gods..."

Young Master Wang turned around and drooled a large puddle of saliva at the steward.

Then he smeared the mud on the other person's face.

Turn around again.

With those fingernails covered in dried blood.

They were digging through the mud and water, picking at the discarded quantum chip parts.

"Sir, the brainwave monitoring of these high-ranking members of these aristocratic families shows that they have all fallen into a permanent logical breakdown."

Army doctor Dr. Sun walked forward carrying his medicine box.

After carefully probing the hearts of several family heads with physical silver needles, he shook his head in a daze.

"The body is still alive."

But their thought processes have become the most basic, lifeless garbage on the internet.

Even if you use high-level stimulant drugs to physically overload yourself, you'll only ever be a drooling cyber idiot for the rest of your life.

"Even an idiot has to be brought back to me, Captain."

There was no pity in Captain Xu Xiao's eyes, only the cold-bloodedness of a soldier.

He straightened his tactical cloak, which was covered in furnace ash.

He pointed at the patriarchs of powerful families who were lying limp on the ground.

"Although these old bones are no longer sharp-minded, their family household registration and property legal person seals are still valid in reality."

"Issue this captain's top-secret arrest order!"

The commander coldly waved his hand and seized them all.

"Physically chain every single living dead person in this bomb shelter who's still breathing to black titanium chains!"

Xu Xiao swung his large hand fiercely in mid-air.

"Whether it's carried on a stretcher or not."

We'll still use a gravity-powered carriage to pull it.

Lock them all back in the death row of the Wannian County Government!

"The Cyberspace Administration of China will liquidate the entire system tomorrow morning and then use their physical assets to offset all the costs of this transoceanic computing power clash!"

"Yes, sir! Seize them all!"

Two rows of heavily armored dragoons strode forward.

The alloy chain in his hand vibrated in the air, making a crisp, rattling sound.

The remains of the once high-ranking patriarchs of powerful families were now cruelly hooked by iron hooks around their collarbones.

Dragging in the wet, muddy water.

Towards the belly compartment of the gravity tank outside the air-raid shelter.

Drag and drop them in large chunks.

The sound of tiles being smashed on the long street had gradually subsided.

But the myth of greed belonging to the old era was completely formatted and washed away by the iron fist of the Crown Prince in the milliseconds of the clanging of the chains.

The underground dens of illicit activities in Jiangnan were exposed in this minute.

The final, most thorough clearing has begun.

Those powerful lords who thought they could use real money and human lives as a cheat code to fight against the imperial court's schemes.

in the end.

He couldn't even take a single penny of his dividend to his grave.

Instead, they took away the flesh and blood of their ancestors who had been passed down for hundreds of years.

It all became the purest underlying nutrients for the Tian Shu system.

At this moment, the neon lights in the inner city of Chang'an illuminated the city.

It slowly began to change from the ghastly red that represented withdrawal to a pure gold that symbolized discipline and health.

In a side hall of the Daming Palace, Li Shimin leaned against the edge of a dilapidated dragon table.

Listening to the "Great Victory in the Capture of Bandits in the Whole Territory" dossier handed over by Wang De.

The old man's fat hand absentmindedly stroked the physical notch on the Heavenly Strategy Blade.

"They've cleared the area... I've saved up my savings for two years, and it wasn't all for nothing this halfway up the mountain."

The old man let out a long breath, the breath he had held in all night.

The collar of the dragon robe was completely soaked with cold sweat.

It stuck stickily to my chubby neck.

But in his eyes, the flesh stiffened with terror was still visible in this bloody ending.

It has completely returned to a sense of peace and security belonging to the chairman and the largest actual shareholder.

The storm of technology cut a knife through the very fabric of the Tang Dynasty.

The valve was cut off.

It also shattered the last vestiges of imperial power's confusion about the new era.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning pierced through the clouds and shone on the square outside Taiji Palace.