The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The child's voice was clear and tender.

It stood out starkly in the otherwise silent Taiji Hall.

Lin Zhenxiong, holding the blood-dripping longsword, suddenly froze.

Working?

What kind of work do I do?

Following Su Yaoyao's gaze, she looked at Su Jin standing to the side.

Su Jin was wearing a large black cloak.

Like a ghost that cannot see the light, it huddled in the shadows next to the little golden throne.

Lin Zhenxiong couldn't help but let out a sneer, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"Su Zhen, you're really counting on this useless crown prince to save you?"

"Even if his martial arts are superior, can he surpass my three hundred crossbowmen?"

"That's utterly delusional and laughable!"

On the high beam.

Upon hearing the order, the three hundred black-clad assassins gripped the triggers tightly.

As long as Lin Zhenxiong gives the order, the second volley of poisoned arrows will show no mercy and turn the royal family into mincemeat.

Faced with Lin Zhenxiong's crazy mockery, Su Yaoyao calmly turned around and faced the huge banquet table.

This is the highest-ranking royal desk in the Great Yuan Kingdom.

The table was ridiculously large, big enough to seat ten adults at the same time.

The table was originally covered with a luxurious bright yellow tablecloth embroidered with gold dragons.

During the chaos just now, the dishes on top had already been pushed to the sides.

The entire table was completely covered by a huge tablecloth, and no one knew what was hidden underneath.

Su Yaoyao took her short legs and walked to the center of the table.

She reached out and grabbed the edge of the bright yellow tablecloth.

Then, she took a deep breath, turned around, and gave Lin Zhenxiong a devilish smile.

"Old dog Lin, didn't you want to know what my young master is capable of?"

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully!"

The voice just fell.

Su Yaoyao exerted all her strength with both arms, and her small body leaned back.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing sound of tearing silk suddenly rang out in the empty hall.

An incredibly ornate and massive tablecloth weighing tens of kilograms.

The little girl used brute force to send him flying into the air!

The bright yellow fabric tumbled in the air, like a curtain being drawn back.

The ultimate weapon hidden in the darkness has finally been exposed to everyone's sight at this moment!

"hiss……"

Inside the Taiji Hall, gasps of astonishment filled the air.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the enormous object on the table.

A massive, grotesque metal behemoth.

It is made entirely of pure refined iron tempered in the Cold Palace Arsenal.

Illuminated by the flickering firelight, it gleamed with a chilling golden metallic luster.

Six thick, cold iron gun barrels were tightly bound together, forming a strange hexagonal array.

Behind the barrel are complex gears and mechanical structures.

Every part fits together perfectly, exuding an industrial brutality aesthetic that transcends its time.

This is what Su Yaoyao painstakingly crafted using rudimentary steelmaking methods and interstellar blueprints—

Homemade hand-cranked multi-barreled Gatling gun!

On the side of the Gatling gun, a thick, bright yellow ammunition belt resembled a deadly metal viper.

It extends from the feed port of the receiver.

It hung heavily on the ground, dragging all the way to Su Zhen's pure steel dragon chair.

The ammunition belt was densely packed with brass bullets, each about the thickness of a thumb.

Each bullet was filled with highly potent black powder, specially modified by Su Yaoyao.

All the civil and military officials in the hall were dumbfounded.

Their eyes widened, and their mouths were agape enough to fit an ostrich egg.

In this era of cold weapons where only swords, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows, and hidden weapons were recognized, where had they ever seen such a mechanical steel behemoth?

"What...what kind of extraordinary weapon is this?"

"It looks like a small ballista, but why are there no bowstring and arrow groove?"

"And what's that brass chain dragging along? Is it some kind of hidden weapon?"

Their limited imaginations could not comprehend the horror of the metallic lump before them.

In their view, although this thing looked scary, it was just a strangely shaped iron frame.

Lin Zhenxiong was initially startled by the huge iron lump.

But after seeing it clearly, he burst into arrogant laughter once again.

"Hahahaha! Su Zhen, is this your trump card?"

"You think you can scare away my 100,000-strong army and 300 elite soldiers by putting a broken iron frame on the table?"

"This is utterly absurd and utterly ridiculous!"

Lin Zhenxiong suddenly raised his longsword and roared at the tall crossbeam.

"Release the arrows! Turn this iron frame and that entire family of three into sieves!"

The three hundred black-clad crossbowmen on the crossbeam immediately obeyed the order.

They drew their bows again, aiming the blue poisoned arrows at the Gatling gun and the royal family.

The threat of death has returned.

Su Yaoyao stood next to the imposing Gatling gun, one hand on her hip.

Its small body exudes a terrifying aura that looks down upon the world.

"A metal frame?"

Su Yaoyao sneered, her eyes filled with pity.

"Old dog Lin, the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life is that you never studied physics properly."

She turned her head and looked at Su Jin, who was hidden under the cloak.

A childish voice tolls the death knell for death.

"My lord, times have changed!"

"Young Master, crank the drumstick!"

The command was given, and it was like a thunderclap.

The Crown Prince Su Jin, who had been silent like a ghost, suddenly looked up.

He ripped off his large black cloak and tossed it aside.

As the cloak was removed, another strange commotion erupted in the hall.

Because the ruthless crown prince of the Great Abyss Kingdom, who kills without hesitation, was actually emitting a faint pink glow from his body!

In the dark and oppressive Taiji Hall, he was like a human-shaped pink light bulb.

The art style is bizarre, with a comical contrast.

But at that moment, no one dared to laugh out loud.

Because Su Jin's expression was almost distorted with excitement.

His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light, like an ancient beast whose chains had finally been broken.

"I've been waiting for this moment!"

Su Jin let out a wild roar and strode forward to the huge banquet table.

He gripped the thick metal crank handle at the back of the Gatling gun tightly with both hands.

The top experts of the Great Abyss Kingdom unleashed their unfathomable inner strength at this moment.

He poured all his internal energy into his arms.

"Forward this to me!"

Su Jin's forehead veins bulged, and the muscles in his arms swelled instantly.

He exerted all his strength and frantically cranked the heavy crank.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

As Su Jin shook it frantically, the complex mechanical gears inside the Gatling gun meshed instantly.

A terrifying metallic scraping sound was emitted.

The six thick, cold iron gun barrels began to rotate under the influence of internal force.

Then, the speed increased even more!

It spun so fast it was visible to the naked eye, instantly turning into a blurry metallic afterimage.

A terrifying mechanical whirlwind suddenly formed in front of the dragon throne in the Taiji Hall.

The gleaming yellow ammunition belt, like a venomous snake awakened, was rapidly coiled into the feed port of the receiver.

Lin Zhenxiong stood at the bottom of the steps, watching the gun barrel spinning wildly.

A sense of fear originating from the depths of his soul suddenly spread wildly in his heart like poisonous weeds.

A martial artist's instincts told him that something terrifying was about to happen!

"Quickly! Fire the arrows! Fire the arrows now!"

Lin Zhenxiong roared fiercely, his voice trembling.

The crossbowmen on the crossbeams also sensed something was wrong and immediately loosened their locking mechanisms.

However, it was too late.

Compared to the achievements of heavy industry, the speed of cold weapons is like that of a snail.

As the first poisoned arrow left the bowstring.

Su Jin had already cranked the crank in his hand to its highest speed.

The firing pin ignited the primer of the first bullet.

As it was shaken, the cold barrel spun rapidly.

"Da da da da da!"

A deafening metallic roar.

The air in the Taiji Hall was torn apart!

The gun muzzle spewed out a dazzling tongue of fire a meter long!