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

"You damn dog! Get down on your knees!"

Yuchi Gong let out a thunderous roar.

He didn't go and cut down the black titanium dragon.

Instead, they set their sights on several security robot dogs that had darted in from outside the palace and were infected with the virus.

What he was swinging in his hand.

It is the three-legged gilded incense burner used to ward off evil spirits in the side hall of the Taiji Hall.

This thing, including its base, weighs at least 70 or 80 pounds.

At this moment, in Yuchi Gong's hands, it was swung around with a whooshing sound.

when!

A dull thud.

The gilded incense burner exudes immense power.

It slammed hard into the forehead of the mechanical dog that was charging at the front.

The mechanical dog's head is made of high-strength titanium alloy die-casting.

It was smashed into a deep crater the size of a large bowl.

The red electronic eye went out instantly.

The internal circuit board was smashed to pieces, bursting out a ball of blue electrical sparks.

He convulsed twice and then collapsed completely to the ground.

"happy!"

Yuchi Gong laughed loudly and shook his arm, which was numb from the shock.

His court robes had long been torn to shreds by the mechanical dog's claws.

His body, covered in scars and resembling a black iron tower, was exposed.

the other side.

Cheng Yaojin did not have an incense burner.

He managed to pull a two-meter-long hardwood rafter out of the collapsed beam.

They mistook a rafter for a spear.

The club pierced the rotor of a small patrol drone.

The drone spun around and crashed into the wall, exploding into a fireball.

These were the valiant generals and veteran ministers who helped found the Tang Dynasty.

In a desperate situation where there are no mechs and no Tian Shu computing power cheat.

Relying on sheer physical strength.

They turned the Taiji Hall into a primitive meat grinder.

But flesh and blood have their limits.

The first-generation steam supercomputer underground in the Qinling Mountains is still frantically drawing electricity from the entire Guanzhong Plain.

The "digital heaven" incarnated by the remnants of public losers.

It has a continuous source of computing power.

They don't need to breathe and don't feel tired.

There is no pain.

The mechanical dogs that were smashed flat by Yuchi Gong were just a tiny fraction of the massive infected army.

outside the hall.

More out-of-control mechs, drones, and wandering black and red electromagnetic chains.

They surged toward the central palace like a tide.

Boom—

A muffled thunderous roar came from the outside of the Taiji Hall.

The entire floor tiles shook violently.

Li Shimin, supporting himself with the broken Tian Ce sword, turned to look outside the palace.

Above the Daming Palace.

That azure ion wave shield that protected the core area of ​​the palace for years, used to isolate all electromagnetic interference and physical attacks.

At this moment, it is flashing with blinding high-frequency light.

The surface of the light screen was densely covered with black and red virus code.

Those codes are like highly corrosive acid.

It is gradually melting away the underlying protocol of the storm surge shield.

"I can't hold on any longer..."

Li Shimin's throat was dry.

Click.

A crisp sound, like glass shattering.

It rang out above everyone's heads.

That azure blue ion wave shield.

It's like a giant piece of broken porcelain that's been struck by a heavy hammer.

Numerous visible cracks appeared on the surface.

Then.

Amidst a piercing whistling sound.

The wave shield shattered completely.

It transformed into countless blue specks of light, which fell gently to the ground.

Then it was blown away by the strong wind in mid-air and disappeared without a trace.

The last physical barrier of the palace has been breached.

A cold wind carried the sleet of late winter.

The water poured into the Taiji Hall without restraint, following the collapsed dome of the main hall and the broken doors and windows.

The temperature dropped sharply.

It rushed in along with the wind and snow.

It was an overwhelming swarm of out-of-control drones.

They were like dark clouds, densely covering the sky.

The miniature laser gun under the fuselage lit up with dense red dots.

Inside the Taiji Hall.

The pure gold incense burner in Fang Xuanling's hand was already severely deformed from being smashed.

He was breathing heavily, as if his lungs were being strained by a broken bellows.

He plopped down on the steps.

He didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

Yuchi Gong and Cheng Yaojin stood back to back.

The laser had left seven or eight charred cuts on his body.

It smelled of burnt meat.

Li Shimin leaned against a white marble dragon pillar that had been broken in half.

His bright yellow dragon robe was so faded that its original color was no longer visible.

It was covered in dust, sawdust, and the black blood it had vomited.

His chest heaved violently.

He glanced down at the Tian Ce Blade in his hand.

This is the fine steel ancient sword that accompanied him as he conquered the country.

At this moment, seven or eight large and small nicks had appeared on the blade.

The hilt of the knife was soaked in his blood, making it slippery and impossible to grip.

The tide is gone.

The entire court, both civil and military, was riddled with wounds.

They were completely forced into this final, hopeless situation with no way out.

midair.

The black titanium holographic dragon hovered, not in a hurry to attack.

It is enjoying the thrill of hunting and killing like a cat catching a mouse.

The dragon's eyes, glowing red, are those of a nuclear fusion detector.

He coldly looked down at the group of defeated soldiers below.

"hold head high--"

The mechanical dragon emitted a piercing metallic clang.

The voice carried the remnants of the Gongshu family and those immortals who had been given abstinence.

The deepest resentment and venom towards the Tang Dynasty imperial power.

With that long howl.

The dragon's gaping maw, covered in high-voltage needles, opened once more.

Countless black and red cable tentacles gushed out of its mouth.

Like a giant dead net.

The entire dilapidated space of the Taiji Hall was sealed off.

The high-voltage electric arcs on the tentacles intertwined.

It emitted a hissing sound of death.

"My Great Tang Dynasty..."

Li Shimin leaned against the pillar and slowly closed his eyes.

He did not raise the knife again.

I've exhausted all my strength.

He could feel the cable tentacles carrying destructive computing power.

The terrifying heatwave is approaching.

The giant dragon swooped down.

That web of death will ensnare the Taiji Palace, along with the emperor and his ministers within.

Completely devour, subjecting it to both physical and mental formatting.

In that final, desperate second.

boom!

Beneath the dilapidated floor tiles of the Taiji Hall.

Suddenly, a tremor a hundred times more muffled than a dragon's roar resounded.

It wasn't an earthquake.

Instead, it was some kind of massive underground heavy machinery starting up at full speed.