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

Night fell silently, and the valley was completely swallowed by deep darkness.

However, the scene was quite different at the camp of 100,000 troops stationed outside the city by the Regent of Great Yan.

The place was brightly lit, with countless torches and tall bonfires forming a continuous expanse.

The blazing firelight illuminated half the night sky as if it were daytime.

Inside the central command tent, the extravagance reached its peak, with the sounds of string and wind instruments constantly filling the air.

The regent sat high on a large, soft couch covered with a rare white tiger skin.

He held a luminous cup, a tribute from the Western Regions, in his hand. The scarlet wine inside swayed gently with his movements, reflecting a mesmerizing glow.

Although he had been so enraged by that bizarre broadcast during the day that he vomited blood, the Regent showed no sign of dejection on his face at this moment.

Instead, there was extreme arrogance, as if the outcome was already decided and victory was assured.

In the center of the tent, there was a huge barbecue grill that was more than two people tall.

A whole, cleaned-up, fat pig is being skewered on a thick iron rod.

Under the constant roasting of the glowing red charcoal fire below, the pigskin emitted an enticing sizzling sound.

Golden, glistening fat dripped down the crispy crust and onto the charcoal fire.

Instantly, a rich aroma of meat, mixed with the finest spices from the Western Regions, was released.

The regent specially ordered the heavy curtains of the main tent to be opened.

The wind is blowing from the southeast tonight.

The rich and enticing aroma of roasted meat drifted with the wind precisely towards the main altar of the cult on the mountain.

"Hmph, I have already cut off their water and cut off their food."

The regent sneered and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Now they have to endure hunger and torment while smelling the aroma of meat."

"I want to see how long those two lunatics, Ye Honglian and Su Zhen, can keep up their act on this mountain!"

The senior generals of the Great Yan, seated at the lower end, immediately understood.

They all raised their glasses and crowded around, showering him with flattery.

"Your Highness is a brilliant strategist! This psychological warfare tactic is simply ingenious!"

"Exactly! Those charlatans on the mountain have probably eaten everything, even the tree bark and grass roots. If they smell this meat, won't they be so hungry they'll tear each other apart?"

"I bet they'll be starving by tomorrow morning."

"I'll definitely kneel before the mountain gate, crying and begging the prince for mercy, just to get some food!"

The regent was very pleased to hear the flattery from his subordinates.

He stood up, casually grabbed a juicy roasted pork leg from the rack, and took a big bite.

"Begging for mercy from me? Too late!"

The regent threw the half-eaten pig leg on the ground, his eyes flashing with cruel malice.

"Come, follow me to see our ultimate weapon."

Surrounded by a group of generals, the Regent strode out of the central command tent.

They went straight to the most heavily guarded supply battalion at the rear of the camp.

This area was heavily guarded, and torches illuminated every detail, making it impossible for even a rat to sneak in.

In the center of the open space, ten enormous objects were arranged in a neat row.

These enormous objects were completely covered by thick, black waterproof tarpaulins.

They lay silently on the ground, exuding a mysterious and cold sense of oppression.

The regent walked up to one of the objects and suddenly ripped off the tarpaulin.

"Splash!"

By the flickering firelight, ten massive, menacing heavy cannons were revealed before everyone's eyes.

These ten cannons were completely black, without any reflection, and so heavy that even the wooden wheels underneath sank deep into the soil.

The thick cannon barrel resembled the throat of an ancient dragon.

The dark muzzles of the cannons were pointed directly at the main altar of the cult on the mountain, as if they could unleash a destructive rage at any moment with a single command.

"hiss."

Although the generals present had heard about it before, they still couldn't help but gasp when they saw these ten enormous figures in person.

The regent reached out and stroked the cold, rough cannon barrel with the same fascination as if he were touching a priceless jewel.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully! This is the siege weapon that the Ministry of Works of the Great Yan Kingdom spent three years and poured all its national resources into creating!"

"Divine Might Cannon!"

The Regent's tone revealed an undisguised smugness and pride.

"These ten cannons are made without a single trace of pig iron impurity."

"They are all made entirely of extremely precious black iron!"

The generals were shocked once again, their eyes widening and gasping for breath.

Black iron!

That's the top-grade material used by martial arts masters to forge peerless divine weapons; even a piece the size of a thumb is priceless on the black market.

The Great Yan Kingdom has gone so far as to use such expensive materials to forge ten heavy cannons that require thousands of kilograms of molten iron!

This is absolutely outrageous!

"For these ten divine cannons, I, the king, have spent a full one million taels of silver!"

The regent slammed his hand on the cannon barrel, producing a dull, heavy metallic echo.

"If an ordinary cast iron cannon is loaded with too much explosive, it is very easy for the barrel to explode and injure the user, and it cannot exert its maximum power at all."

"But with this cannon barrel made of pure black iron, it can withstand ten times the amount of propellant as ordinary cannons!"

"Its power is enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, destroy the heavens and the earth, and is indestructible!"

The regent turned around, his dark gold cloak fluttering in the night wind.

He drew the sword from his waist and pointed it at the main altar of the cult on the mountain, his eyes filled with utter madness.

"Relay my order!"

"Ten cannons will fire simultaneously as soon as the sun rises tomorrow morning!"

"I will use these ten divine cannons to blast the Netherworld Cult and its members into dust!"

The regent's eyes were bloodshot, as if he could already see the scene of victory with flames burning the sky the next morning.

"At that time, not even a fly will be allowed to escape, let alone a person!"

"I will let the whole world know, let the Central Plains know, that the consequence of offending the Regent of Great Yan is annihilation!"

"Your Highness is mighty! May Great Yan reign supreme!"

"The Divine Might Cannon is invincible!"

The generals knelt on one knee, shouted in unison, and flattered the enemy so loudly that the morale of the entire camp soared to its peak.

The regent was in high spirits and, with a wave of his hand, immediately issued an order to reward the three armies.

"Let's celebrate early tonight! The brothers in the supply battalion did a great job guarding the area, and they worked very hard!"

"Ten jars of imperial wine and two cartloads of meat! Let everyone eat and drink to their heart's content and have a wonderful night!"

Opening champagne at halftime is a major taboo in military strategy and the easiest move to backfire.

But in the eyes of the Regent at this time, the Church was already a sitting duck, cut off from water and food, with absolutely no chance of escape.

Once his divine cannon fires, even if those villains are highly skilled in martial arts, they will be blasted into a pile of minced meat.

There is absolutely no need for any further precautions.

Soon, jars of fine wine, exuding a rich aroma, were delivered by troop transport vehicles to the heavily guarded supply camp.

The guards, who should have been on high alert, relaxed instantly when they heard the prince say that they would open fire and push forward first thing tomorrow morning.

Since the war will end tomorrow once the cannons fire, why bother patrolling tonight?

"Come on, fill it up! Tomorrow, when the cannons roar, we'll go up and collect the corpses and rake in the military credits!"

"Those idiots on the mountain are so hungry they can barely walk. I heard they've even gnawed off the tree bark. What's there to be afraid of? Drink up!"

The guards gathered in small groups around the campfire, eating meat and drinking wine heartily.

As they played drinking games and boasted to each other under the influence of alcohol, their guard was down to an unprecedented level.

Under the influence of alcohol, he was too lazy to even stand guard as usual.

The night grew deeper, and the cold moon hung high in the sky.

The supply depot reeked of alcohol, and the guards were staggering and incoherent from drinking.

Many people lay down on the ground with empty wine jars in their arms, snoring loudly as they slept like the dead.

The entire artillery battalion's defenses were more fragile than paper.

While these guards were completely drunk, dreaming of promotions and wealth...

Outside the supply depot, in a deep shadow that was not illuminated by torches.

The waist-high weeds suddenly swayed slightly.

The swaying was so slight that even sober soldiers would hardly notice it, let alone this group of drunkards.

Immediately following, four heads appeared, each wearing a pure black mask and revealing only pairs of gleaming eyes.

Like a ghost, it emerged silently from the shadows.

Leading the way was Su Zhen.

He was dressed in black, blending completely into the darkness.

Su Zhen lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and listened intently for a moment.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of excitement and cunning slyness flashing in his eyes.

Su Zhen slightly raised his right hand, revealing the fervor of someone about to empty the enemy's coffers.