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

Lin Zhenxiong stood on the bronze chariot, pointing at the night sky and roaring wildly.

His eyes were bloodshot and he had fallen into a state of paranoid madness.

In his mind, the Daeyu royal family was already trapped.

The magical firearms in the Taiji Hall have run out of ammunition.

These giant Kongming lanterns floating in the sky now are definitely the result of some feudal superstition of praying for blessings and seeking divine help, created by that tyrant Su Zhen when he was desperate.

When death is imminent, do you still expect God to intervene?

It's really a big joke in the world!

At Lin Zhenxiong's command, a group of elite archers were immediately dispatched from the rebel camp.

Tens of thousands of archers simultaneously drew their bows and aimed their cold arrows at five enormous objects in the night sky.

"Crunch, crunch."

The sound of bowstrings being drawn taut created a terrifying sonic boom amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The next second, a barrage of arrows, like a black rainstorm flowing against the current, hurtled into the sky.

Tens of thousands of arrows, illuminated by the towering flames, traced deadly parabolic trajectories.

Lin Zhenxiong tilted his head back, a cruel and smug smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

He could already foresee in his mind the tragic scene of the Kongming lanterns being shot through, falling from the sky and burning.

He wanted to crush the last hope of the Daeyu royal family into the mud, bit by bit!

Those huge hot air balloons were such big targets that there was no need to aim them at all.

In the blink of an eye, countless arrows flew to the ground beneath the hot air balloon.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sharp steel arrowheads pierced through the huge wooden barrel hanging below the balloon without any hindrance.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dull, piercing sounds echoed continuously in the air.

The wooden barrel, which had been sealed tightly, was riddled with holes from the bullets.

The barrel was covered with a dense array of arrow shafts, like a layer of black thorns.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Lin Zhenxiong clapped his hands and laughed on the tank, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"Su Zhen, your prayer lamp is broken; even God can't save you now!"

Standing on the palace wall, Su Yaoyao showed no sign of panic.

He let out a triumphant laugh through the comically shaped pig-snout gas mask.

"That's exactly what we've been waiting for!"

Su Yaoyao stood with her hands on her hips on the high white jade railing, looking down at the vast sea of ​​rebels below.

A mad light flashed in his clear, large eyes.

The wooden barrel is so thick that if it relies entirely on free fall, the powder inside won't be evenly distributed.

Now, the archers have taken the initiative to help her drill countless holes in the wooden barrel.

What a perfect detonator!

"Dad, brother, cover your pig noses!"

Su Yaoyao turned her head and gave a word of advice, then suddenly turned around.

She took a deep breath, cupped her hands to her mouth, and with all her might, let out a clear, loud shout towards the area below the city wall.

"Give this princess a shower of pink rain!"

Although the voice was young, it carried clearly across the battlefield.

The moment Su Yaoyao finished speaking.

In mid-air, the five enormous wooden barrels, riddled with holes from being shot, finally succumbed to the internal pressure.

"Bang—Boom!"

Several muffled cracking sounds.

Five enormous wooden barrels disintegrated simultaneously in mid-air!

Fragments of the wooden planks flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a spectacular scene that the 100,000 rebels would never forget unfolded in the night sky.

No flames from the explosion or deadly debris were seen.

After the wooden barrel shattered, what fell from the sky was actually fine pink powder!

These powders are as light as clouds, or like cherry blossom petals swept up by a spring storm.

Illuminated by 100,000 torches below.

The pink powder refracts an eerie, dreamlike luster.

They fluttered down, covering the sky like a pink blizzard falling from the heavens.

If this scene were to occur under normal circumstances, it would surely be so romantic that it would make the talented men and beautiful women in the capital scream with excitement.

But it appeared on a brutal battlefield filled with corpses and bloodshed.

All the rebel soldiers who were charging forward were stunned for a moment.

Tonight, it happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

A strong and steady southeasterly wind was blowing in the air.

Even God was cooperating with Su Yaoyao's performance.

Driven by the howling night wind, the huge pink cloud was blown away and stretched out.

It spread wildly downwards at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, pink powder had already enveloped the vanguard battalion that was charging forward.

Next came the central command, and finally the rear command team.

This pink mist is like an invisible net.

The 100,000 menacing armored troops were completely enveloped within.

It is ubiquitous and inescapable.

The powder fell onto the rebels' cold armor and their blood-stained blades.

It also landed on their faces, where their mouths were wide open and they were shouting wildly.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"Why is it pink? Is it flour?"

"Witch! It must be that witch's trick. Don't be afraid, keep charging!"

Although the rebels were puzzled, the momentum of their charge did not stop them.

Urged on by their superiors, they still brandished their swords and recklessly charged toward the palace gates.

General Lin Zhenxiong, standing on the bronze chariot, was also drenched by the pink rain.

A fine powder drifted slowly down onto the tip of his nose.

Lin Zhenxiong frowned and sniffed.

The moment the powder was inhaled into the nasal cavity.

He did not smell the pungent, poisonous odor he had expected, nor did he feel any burning or suffocating pain.

Instead, he smelled a strange fragrance.

It was an extremely rich, almost cloyingly sweet, strange floral scent.

The fragrance of flowers rushed into his nostrils and straight to his head.

In that instant, Lin Zhenxiong's cold and ruthless heart, hardened by years of battle, trembled strangely.

An unprecedented sense of relaxation and the urge to indulge oneself suddenly welled up from the deepest part of my heart.

Something is wrong!

Something's really wrong!

Lin Zhenxiong was, after all, a master-level expert, and his intuition was far sharper than that of ordinary soldiers.

How could there be the fragrance of flowers on a battlefield?

Moreover, it's the kind of fragrance that can make your mind wander and your willpower falter!

poison!

This is poison!

This is the poison gas released by that witch!

Lin Zhenxiong's pupils contracted, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a large hand.

His face, stained with blood, was filled with terror.

The weapons in the Taiji Hall were terrifying enough just now.

Now this vixen has actually poisoned an army of 100,000!

"Poisonous! It's poison gas!"

Lin Zhenxiong jumped up and down on the tank, using all his inner strength to prepare to issue a warning to the entire army.

"All troops hold your breath! Cover your mouths and noses!"

He opened his mouth wide, as if to unleash a roar that would determine the lives of 100,000 people.

However, just as his mouth opened, before the sound could even escape from his throat...

Lin Zhenxiong was horrified to discover that his body was no longer under his control!

His vocal cords seemed to be locked by a mysterious force, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Not only that, his facial muscles began to twitch violently and uncontrollably.

An intense, uncontrollable itch spread wildly from his cheeks.

His face, which was originally twisted and grotesque with anger and fear.

At this moment, it began to slowly and uncontrollably pull upwards.

The corners of his mouth began to turn up wildly.

Higher and higher.

Until he broke into a big, exaggerated, and somewhat comical, bright smile!

Lin Zhenxiong's heart roared wildly and cried out in despair.

Do not!

I don't want to laugh!

I'm rebelling! I'm forcing the emperor to abdicate!

This is a battlefield of life and death, why would I want to laugh!

He tried desperately to suppress his smile, wanting to regain his dignity as a great general.

However, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it with his inner strength, the smile was like a flood that had burst its banks, impossible to stop.

Eyes filled with fear and despair, paired with an extremely hilariously exaggerated smile.

This is the ultimate bio-weapon that Su Yaoyao spent several sleepless nights improving in the Poison Doctor's Space—

A hallucinogenic, truth-revealing, and intensely funny powder!

This powder does not need to be taken directly.

It can be inhaled through the respiratory tract or even just come into contact with the skin, and it will quickly seep into the bloodstream within three seconds.

It can damage a person's central nervous system, causing them to lose control of their body expressions and fall into uncontrollable laughter.

It can further break down a person's psychological defenses and produce strong hallucinations.

It allows people to reveal their deepest, most secret, and least wanted-to-say thoughts, like spilling beans!

This is a non-lethal weapon of mass destruction, specifically designed for interrogation and riot control in the interstellar era.

Using it to deal with these ancient soldiers who had never even seen a mask before was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

It wasn't just Lin Zhenxiong alone.

This pink cloud has already covered the entire square with 100,000 troops.

Every rebel soldier who inhaled the powder experienced the same bizarre situation as the general.

The instant the powder hit the ground.

On the battlefield, the deafening, chilling battle cries suddenly ceased.

It's like someone suddenly pressed the mute button.

a second before.

These 100,000 rebels were still ferocious and bloodthirsty, wielding broadswords and spears, ready to fight to the death.

They pushed the battering ram with all their might, about to smash through the palace gates.

next second.

One hundred thousand people stopped their charge in unison.

They stood frozen in place, their weapons still held high in the air.

Time seemed to stand still.

Immediately following were these 100,000 rugged, strong, and menacing men.

The expressions on their faces began to contort uncontrollably and wildly...