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

The surrounding generals were all stunned when they heard this order.

Arresting civilians?

Using their own citizens as human shields?

Such a thing has never happened before in the history of the Great Yan Kingdom. This is an act that will be recorded in history books and be remembered for its infamy for thousands of years!

"Your Highness, this...this is probably inappropriate!"

An elderly general with gray hair mustered his courage and knelt down, his voice trembling.

"Those are all subjects of the Great Yan. If they are used as shields on the front lines, the army's morale will collapse, and public resentment will boil over!"

"Pfft!"

No sooner had the veteran finished speaking than a fine head rolled to the ground.

Blood gushed from the headless corpse's cavity, splattering the surrounding generals.

The regent sheathed his blood-dripping sword, his eyes as cold as a venomous snake.

He glanced around at the silent generals, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"inappropriate?"

"I am now the ruler of Great Yan! My words are law!"

"Even the prestige of the Great Yan Dynasty is almost completely lost, what use are those lowly commoners?"

The regent roared hysterically, like a gambler who had lost all his chips.

"Go and arrest them! Anyone who disobeys will suffer the consequences!"

The head coach has completely lost his mind.

Under the commander's oppressive rule and brutal control, the 100,000-strong army transformed into a pack of ruthless wolves.

The dull sound of war drums rang out again, but this time, the spearhead was not aimed at the Netherworld Cult on the mountain.

Several fully armed armies turned their horses around and charged directly toward the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom, which was just a stone's throw away.

The city gate was smashed open with a loud crash.

The once peaceful civilian district was suddenly plunged into an unexpected apocalypse.

The soldiers, as fierce as wolves and tigers, kicked open the tightly closed wooden doors and rushed into the low, dilapidated houses.

"Get out here, all of you! The Prince has ordered everyone to leave the city immediately!"

The sounds of violent smashing, women's screams, and children's cries filled the entire capital city.

An elderly woman in her sixties knelt on the ground, clinging tightly to the soldier's leg, begging him to spare her young grandson.

The soldier impatiently kicked her away.

He grabbed the four- or five-year-old boy and threw him directly into the cart used to transport grain.

The infant, still in swaddling clothes, was so frightened that it cried loudly.

The young mother desperately tried to protect her child, but the soldier roughly grabbed her hair and dragged her out the door like a dead dog.

The streets of the entire capital of the Great Yan Kingdom were littered with crushed vegetable baskets and scattered shoes.

The common people of the Great Yan Kingdom never expected this.

They did not die at the hands of the enemy, but instead faced the merciless slaughter of their own country's army.

Tens of thousands of unarmed civilians were forcibly evicted from their homes.

They were ragged, staggering, and their faces were filled with fear of the unknown.

There were elderly people with white hair, pregnant women who were ten months pregnant, and children who had just learned to walk.

The soldiers brandished whips and the backs of knives, driving these innocent civilians like livestock.

Anyone who was even slightly slow to walk would be subjected to a merciless beating.

The long queue stretched endlessly, and the air was filled with desperate cries and wails.

These tens of thousands of people were pushed and shoved all the way to the front of the Netherworld God Cult's headquarters.

The crowd was densely packed, a sea of ​​black people.

Looking down from the walls of the Catholic city.

Everywhere you look, there are countless heads and terrified, helpless faces.

Tens of thousands of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people were squeezed to the front.

Behind them stood the 100,000-strong Great Yan army, ready for battle.

The cold spear was pressed directly against the back of the civilian.

Anyone who dares to take even half a step back will be mercilessly pierced on the spot.

But it's not over yet.

Accompanied by an unpleasant screech of wood being dragged along.

The enemy's engineers quickly erected rows of tall wooden platforms at the forefront of the civilian procession.

That's a guillotine used for executions.

More than a dozen heavy and sharp guillotines were brought up.

In the morning sunlight, the guillotine blade gleamed with a blinding cold light, sending chills down one's spine just by looking at it.

One by one, the executioners of the supervisory team, shirtless and with fierce faces, strode up to the high platform.

They spat a mouthful of strong liquor onto the blade, their eyes showing no pity for their compatriots, only the numbness of carrying out orders.

The executioner roughly dragged ten terrified civilians out of the crowd.

There were elderly people with white hair, and women who were too weak to even kill a chicken.

Without any mercy, they forced the people onto the guillotine, the cold blade hanging precariously above the back of their necks.

The Regent of Great Yan changed to a tall, magnificent horse.

He crossed the army formation and arrived at the rear of the civilian army.

The Regent looked down at Ye Honglian and Su Zhen on the city wall, a utterly despicable smile on his face.

He picked up the rough, large tin megaphone and brought it to his mouth.

"Ye Honglian! Su Zhen! Didn't you both boast about your abilities?!"

The Regent's arrogant words echoed throughout the valley via a tin loudspeaker.

"Aren't you capable of stealing cannons and breaking through my invincible cavalry?"

"Alright! I'll show you a different game today!"

The regent pointed his whip at the tens of thousands of trembling Yan people in front of the battle lines.

"Open your eyes and see clearly!"

"These people are all citizens of the Great Yan Kingdom! They are living, breathing human beings!"

"If you dare to shoot arrows, dare to use that despicable poison, they'll be the first to die!"

The regent burst into wild laughter from his horse.

The laughter was filled with a perverse pleasure.

He knew that he had finally found the weakness in these people.

Jianghu sects value their reputation above all else. If they were to bear the infamy of slaughtering tens of thousands of innocent civilians, the Netherworld Cult would be utterly destroyed.

There is no place for them in this world anymore.

"Today I'll see if you, this vixen, dare to slaughter all the people of Great Yan!"

The regent raised his right hand, his eyes chillingly cold.

"The timer begins now!"

"The time it takes for an incense stick to burn! If you don't open the city gates and kneel down to surrender!"

"I will first slaughter ten commoners as a sacrifice for my flag!"

"Kill ten with each incense stick's worth of blood, until they are all gone!"

"I'd like to see just how long you can hold out!"

The regent put down the tin megaphone and coldly observed the reaction on the city wall.

He enjoys the sense of power that comes from driving others to the brink of despair and having complete control over life and death.

On the battlefield, the people on the execution platform were already so frightened that they burst into tears.

"Help!"

"Mother, I'm scared..."

The cries of tens of thousands of people, their wailing and lamentation, merged together, creating a deafening roar.

An intense atmosphere of despair seemed to engulf the entire mountain.

On the city wall.

The followers of the cult stared blankly at the horrific scene below.

They never imagined that the regent of the Great Yan Kingdom would be so shameless.

Using their own people as human shields to blackmail a martial arts sect?

This is utterly inhumane, worse than an animal!

The eyes of countless cult followers turned bloodshot.

Their chests heaved violently, their anger almost burning away their reason.

A young cult member slammed his fist hard against the battlement.

The rough stones smashed his knuckles until they were bloody and mangled, but he felt no pain.

"Bastards! Are they even human?!"

The disciple forced out angry curses through clenched teeth, his eyes brimming with tears.

The old master beside him closed his eyes in pain, his hand gripping the hilt of the knife trembling uncontrollably.

They gripped their bows and arrows tightly, wishing they could rush down immediately and tear the damned regent to pieces.

However, they dared not fire the arrows.

As soon as the arrows fall, the first to die will definitely be those innocent old, weak, sick, and disabled people in front.

They were hesitant to act, their hands trembling violently.

The religion has fallen into a most passive and deadly predicament.