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

For heavily armored cavalry charging at full speed, the short distance was nothing more than a blink of an eye.

The earth trembled violently and groaned in agony.

The suffocating sense of oppression, like an invisible mountain, pressed heavily on the hearts of everyone on the walls of the cult.

Ye Honglian stood at the very front of the battlements, her red dress fluttering wildly in the gale.

His face was ashen, and his beautiful eyes flashed with a cold killing intent.

"A bunch of cowardly turtles hiding in their shells, do they really think they're invincible?"

Ye Honglian snorted coldly, and her slender fingers suddenly swept across her waist.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three streaks of dark blue light, like lightning, pierced through the morning mist and headed straight for the iron cavalry commander at the forefront.

That was a flying knife from the southern border that she had coated with a deadly poison that could kill instantly.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out.

The poisoned throwing knife, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, struck the breastplate of the cavalry commander.

It only left three barely perceptible white marks on it before being blasted away by the enormous rebound force.

It couldn't even penetrate a single gap in the armor.

The Iron Cavalry Commander let out a disdainful snort from behind his mask, not even bothering to dodge.

The warhorse's speed was not slowed down by even the slightest by the three throwing knives.

Ye Honglian frowned, her eyes growing even colder.

She already knew that conventional hidden weapons were useless, so she immediately formed hand seals in front of her chest.

A thick, purple poisonous mist surged out from her wide sleeves.

Driven by profound internal energy, the poisonous mist transformed into a purple whirlwind, sweeping towards the steel torrent below.

This is the most domineering corrosive miasma in southern Xinjiang, capable of easily melting flesh and blood.

The purple poisonous mist instantly engulfed the dozens of Xuanjia Iron Cavalrymen at the front.

The believers on the city wall held their breath, a glimmer of hope igniting in their eyes.

But hope was shattered too quickly.

A few seconds later, the group of jet-black steel behemoths emerged from the purple mist unharmed.

The Xuanjia Iron Cavalry of the Great Yan Kingdom were so well-equipped that it was outrageous.

Their helmets and visors were not only thick and heavy, but also lined with protective felt for gas, with tightly sealed edges.

The airtight metal can design completely isolated it from external toxic gases.

The poisonous miasma that the Southern Frontier was so proud of struck their smooth, finely crafted steel armor like a gentle breeze across a mountain.

It does absolutely not serve as any obstacle.

"It's over..."

A priest in despair released his longsword.

The weapon fell onto the stone slab with a weak, crisp sound.

The crisp sound was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering the psychological defenses of the people on the city wall.

With the cult leader's poisons and hidden weapons rendered ineffective, what else can they use to resist?

How could a mortal body possibly withstand the trampling of such a steel behemoth!

They watched as the black torrent drew ever closer, carrying an aura of world destruction.

The followers inside the main altar were ashen-faced, their legs going weak uncontrollably.

Some people collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads with their hands, uttering desperate sobs.

Some people stared blankly at the sky, muttering prayers to the gods.

Several strong-willed members suddenly bit their fingers.

They tore off the hem of their white shirts and quickly wrote their suicide notes in blood on the strips of cloth.

He planned to use his own flesh and blood to slightly hinder the horses' hooves at the moment the city gate broke open.

To buy even a second of escape time for their companions.

Tragic, desperate, and deathly silent.

This sentiment spread like a plague within the cult's ranks.

Faced with this unstoppable torrent of steel, everyone was plunged into deep despair.

The entire city wall seemed to be shrouded in the aura of death.

However, amidst this gloomy atmosphere, there exists a completely different scene.

Su Yaoyao stood between her father and mother.

Instead of showing any panic, she slowly stretched.

Looking at the tin cans rushing wildly below, Su Yaoyao even felt a little bored.

She yawned naturally, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Sigh, the ancients were so inflexible when it came to warfare."

Su Yaoyao rubbed her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

"Besides physical pushing, can't you use some high-tech methods?"

Hearing his daughter's mutterings, Su Zhen, whose expression had also been somewhat serious, turned his head away.

He knew his unruly daughter all too well.

Once she shows this listless expression, it means that she's been harboring malicious intentions for a long time.

"Girl, do you have a way to deal with these iron turtles?"

Su Zhen's eyes lit up.

Ye Honglian and Crown Prince Su Jin, who were standing nearby, also turned their gazes to Su Yaoyao.

Su Jin loosened his grip on the longsword slightly, and a smile of anticipation crept onto his lips.

Meeting the expectant gazes of his family.

Su Yaoyao calmly slipped her hand into her wide sleeve.

She rummaged through her personal space and pulled out a palm-sized, futuristic black remote control.

There is a prominent red button in the center of the remote control.

This thing looks out of place on this ancient city wall.

"Father, Mother, don't panic."

Su Yaoyao held the remote control in one hand, a calm smile on her face, like that of a general.

She pointed to the open space below, which was now being trampled by horses' hooves.

"I didn't go to their camp last night for nothing; I went to buy supplies."

"The stolen pig iron is just taking up space in the room."

"So I used that pig iron as raw material overnight to exchange for some better stuff."

Su Yaoyao smiled like a smug little fox.

"While the fog was still thick, I had someone secretly spread those good things on the ground outside the city gate."

The believers who were writing blood oaths around them were all stunned when they heard the Crown Princess's words.

They stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the strange little black box.

good stuff?

It's laid on the ground?

What kind of unparalleled hidden weapon is that? How could it possibly stop the charge of five thousand iron cavalry?

"Yaoyao, what did you exchange for?"

Su Jin curiously leaned closer, staring at the remote control.

Su Yaoyao didn't explain, but simply placed her thumb lightly on the red button.

"An industrial marvel that can teach ancient people to be human again."

Her gaze was fixed on the cavalry commander who was charging the fastest.

The other party was less than fifty meters away from the gate of the cult.

The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves was almost reaching the city walls.

"Watch closely."

Su Yaoyao pressed the red button with her thumb.

"Sizzle!"

A sharp, drawn-out mechanical roar suddenly exploded at the bottom of the open space in front of the city gate.

The sound came without warning, drowning out the thunder of the horses' hooves.

Immediately following, in front of the cult's gate, on a flat, camouflaged patch of mud stretching for a hundred meters.

Countless miniature high-pressure nozzles hidden underground were activated instantly at the same time.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Large amounts of liquid, like a fountain, gushed out wildly from the ground.

These liquids are completely transparent, and even shimmer with an eerie glow when exposed to sunlight.

They are neither water nor kerosene.

It's a lubricant with extremely high viscosity and an incredibly slippery feel!

This is a top-tier material used in the interstellar era for maintaining the gears of giant starships.

The coefficient of friction approaches zero almost infinitely.

In just two seconds.

The only way to enter the cult's gate was completely covered by this transparent, viscous liquid.

From a distance, it looks like a layer of transparent ice has suddenly appeared on the ground.

The cavalry commander at the forefront naturally heard the strange noises from underground.

Through the gaps in his mask, he saw an unidentified liquid suddenly gushing out from the ground in front of him.

But he had no intention of slowing down at all.

"Hmph, a mere trick!"

The Iron Cavalry Commander sneered inwardly, his eyes growing increasingly contemptuous.

In his view, this was nothing more than a desperate attempt by the cult to extricate itself from its predicament.

How much inertia would five thousand Xuanjia Iron Cavalry have when they charged?

This power is enough to crush any obstacle.

A mere drop of lubricant, and you think you can stop the iron hooves of a steel torrent? That's utterly delusional!

The gate is right in front of us; victory is within reach.

The commander didn't even tug on the reins.

He gripped the horse's belly tightly with his legs, displaying an indomitable spirit.

He rode directly onto the area covered with lubricant.