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

The dull horn sound, like the mournful roar of an ancient beast, echoed through the valley.

The voice was deep and desolate, carrying a strong sense of impending doom, tearing apart the tranquility of the morning.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble violently.

The tiny pebbles on the ground seemed to come alive, pulsating restlessly in the soil.

On the towering walls of the Divine Religion's headquarters, countless fine dust particles fell down in a soft rustling sound.

On the open plain in front of the city gate, an army that looked like it came from the deepest hell was slowly breaking through the morning mist.

Five thousand of the most elite Xuanjia Iron Cavalry of the Great Yan Kingdom.

They formed a neat and imposing military formation, exuding a terrifying aura capable of shattering mountains and rivers, and assembled before the main altar of the Divine Sect.

The air froze completely.

These five thousand men are the Regent's true trump card.

Normally, this army would never easily reveal its strength to outsiders.

But now, the Regent has been pushed to the brink of losing his mind and has recklessly revealed this most lethal trump card.

Zoom in.

These five thousand heavily armored cavalrymen created an oppressive atmosphere that was almost suffocating.

They were completely covered from head to toe in thick, black steel armor.

Not a single inch of skin or flesh was exposed.

The steel faceplates hanging from their helmets completely obscured their faces.

Only a thin, narrow slit is left around the eye.

Through the gaps, pairs of cold, numb eyes, filled with endless killing intent, shone through.

Not only the people, but even the tall warhorses they rode were clad in heavy black horse armor.

Except for its legs and eyes, the warhorse's entire body was covered in cold, steel scales.

The armor's surface was polished to an impeccable smoothness and coated with rust-resistant black lacquer, gleaming with a cold, dark luster in the sunlight.

From a distance, this was not an army made of flesh and blood.

This is a torrent forged purely of steel.

They stood silently at the front of the formation, neither men nor horses neighing.

Only the sound of tens of thousands of heavy hooves pounding the earth weaves together a depressing prelude to death.

On the walls of the Christian city.

The ordinary believers clung tightly to the battlements, their faces as pale as paper.

Many people's teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and their hands gripping weapons were covered in cold sweat.

The bows and arrows in their hands looked so ridiculous and powerless at that moment.

The might of the Great Yan Xuanjia Iron Cavalry was known throughout the entire continent.

Ordinary swords and blades could not even leave a white mark when they struck these steel armors.

As for the sharp feathered arrows shot by the archers?

It landed on them like a tickle through a boot, unable to penetrate even the slightest crack in their armor.

Faced with absolute defense and weight, any exquisite martial arts moves or fancy weapons appear pale and powerless.

Once we are swept up by this torrent of steel.

Let alone a mountain gate.

Even a sturdy little hill can be flattened by trampling it into the ground.

Ye Honglian stood on the city wall, her red dress fluttering in the wind.

Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her eyes showed an unprecedented seriousness.

As the leader of a cult in southern Xinjiang, she was well-informed and experienced.

She knew all too well the devastating power of a heavy cavalry charge.

Even her prized poisonous miasma couldn't penetrate those airtight faceplates in a short time.

Moreover, the warhorses are too fast when they charge, so the poison doesn't have time to take effect.

The timid followers had already closed their eyes, as if they could see the countdown to death.

outside the city.

On the rear command chariot, the Regent of Great Yan had already stood up again.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with terrifying red blood vessels.

Looking at the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry arrayed in front of him, the Regent let out a hysterical burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Do you think that just because you stole my cannons, I'm powerless against you?"

The regent's laughter was manic, and the muscles in his face were contorted with excessive excitement.

In his view, deploying the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry to deal with a mere martial arts sect was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

All the humiliation suffered last night, the rage over the loss of the cannon, will be washed away with blood at this moment.

No matter how capable that family of four on the city wall is, no matter what kind of evil tricks they may have.

Under the iron hooves of these five thousand Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, everything will be reduced to dust.

The regent stepped forward and stood on the edge of the chariot.

He raised the diamond-encrusted sword in his hand high, a symbol of the highest military power in the Great Yan Dynasty.

The sunlight reflected off the blade, creating a dazzling light.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

The regent roared hoarsely, as if a demon were demanding his life.

"Charge for me!"

"Crush the cult! Leave not a single blade of grass alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Regent swung his sword down heavily.

"kill--!"

Five thousand armored cavalrymen unleashed a deafening roar at the same time.

In the next instant, five thousand heavily armored warhorses simultaneously set off on their powerful hooves.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy iron hoof slammed heavily onto the hard ground.

The earth trembled violently, as if it were about to crack open into abysses at any moment.

At first, the warhorses were not fast; they were gradually building up their strength.

After advancing only a few dozen steps, the speed suddenly increased.

Five thousand warhorses formed a huge black cone-shaped formation.

The wind howled in their ears.

The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves filled the sky, completely swallowing up the morning sunlight.

With a terrifying momentum that could shatter mountains and rivers and tear apart the sky, it swept straight towards the gate of the main altar of the Divine Cult.

The stones on the ground were crushed to pieces by the horses' hooves.

Some abandoned wooden stakes blocking the way were smashed into wood chips by the warhorse at the front.

Unstoppable.

Unstoppable.

The believers on the city wall felt a suffocating gust of wind rushing towards them.

The overwhelming sense of impending doom caused many people to collapse to the ground, their legs giving way.

too frightening.

This is a force that is simply beyond human resistance.

Five hundred thousand catties of steel, plus the terrifying inertia of a charging warhorse.

Not to mention their heavy wooden door.

Even a city gate made of fine steel could not withstand such a crazy and brutal impact.

Five thousand iron cavalrymen were getting closer and closer to the headquarters of the Divine Cult.

500 meters.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Leading the charge at the forefront of the formation was the commander of the Great Yan Kingdom's Xuanjia Iron Cavalry.

His warhorse was a head taller than ordinary warhorses, and the armor he wore was much thicker.

He held a ten-foot-long pure steel lance in his hand, its tip gleaming with a bloodthirsty cold light.

The cavalry commander took the lead, charging at the very front of the entire formation.

The wind whipped the red tassel on his helmet.

Through the narrow gaps in the steel mask, he stared intently at the tightly closed gate of the cult ahead.

The commander's eyes were filled with contempt and disdain.

As the commander of the strongest military force in the Great Yan Kingdom, he possessed absolute pride.

During his long military career, this iron cavalry had trampled countless fortified cities.

The seemingly solid wooden door in front of him looked as ridiculous as a thin sheet of paper.

Vulnerable!

The commander sneered inwardly.

He squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the warhorse let out a furious neigh, increasing its speed once again.

150 meters.

One hundred and twenty meters.

We're less than a hundred meters from the gate!

The commander leveled the pure steel lance in his hand.

He doesn't need to think about how to break down the door.

With its terrifying speed and momentum, it could simply ram the horse and rider together.

That flimsy wooden door would shatter into pieces in an instant, turning into wood chips flying everywhere.

And those cult followers behind the gate.

Those madmen who dared to challenge the might of the Great Yan Dynasty.

The leader's lips curled into a cruel, bloodthirsty smile.

He could almost picture the magnificent scene of the wooden door being smashed to pieces.

He could almost hear the agonizing screams of the people inside, being trampled under the iron hooves of steel.

He could almost see those terrified faces being mercilessly trampled under the hooves of horses.

Bones shattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Everyone will be crushed into unrecognizable piles of minced meat under this torrent of steel.