I'm a magnetic field madman

however……

Within the enormous image of the serpent demon, Yang Guang, whose heart had been pierced by Fu Cailin's sword, revealed a mischievous, childlike smile.

The instant Fu Cailin's eyes widened, another Heavenly Crystal Sword suddenly shot out from Fu Cailin and pierced through his heart!

The excruciating pain was followed by a numbness and agony that spread throughout the body.

This so-called majestic and righteous energy was actually devouring the magnetic field power within Fu Cailin's body, and perhaps thanks to this, the shattered gate that had been opened for Fu Cailin was slowly closing.

"There is no distinction between clever and unsophisticated deception. Sometimes, even a simple misdirection can be the key to victory or defeat."

Yang Guang drew the Tianjing Sword, and at this moment, the originally azure color of the sword gradually turned dark.

But Yang Guang could sense that Tianjing had become even more "obedient".

"You cannot protect your people; I will slaughter them all soon. And you will be unable to leave this world either. What a pity."

Yang Guang looked at the dying Fu Cailin with a mocking gaze, trying to use sarcasm to make him see the regret he wanted to see in this ugly yet outstanding man.

Perhaps there is nothing more humiliating and regrettable in the world than being unable to protect what should be protected, and being unable to reach the pinnacle of one's pursuit.

But Fu Cailin remained silent, only letting out a long sigh before closing his eyes forever.

"Boring."

Yang Guang curled his lip, sheathed the Tianjing Sword, and looked towards Pyongyang City...

The city he had once dreamed of conquering was now completely undefended against him. Looking at the desperate and incredulous expressions on the faces of those on the city walls, Yang Guang's previously depressed mood actually improved.

"Well... it's time for a good feast." Yang Guang grinned as he looked at the massive, imposing city gate.

"Turn that place into a living hell for me!!"

Once the order was given, the dark mass of Heavenly Crystal Sword Slaves, those human demons, howled and began to charge at the city walls.

The city wall defenders, as if waking from a dream, tried to fight back, but neither falling rocks nor arrows, nor even pouring molten gold and raging oil, could stop these monsters from tearing through their city gates!

They tore open the east gate of Pyongyang, and tens of thousands of soldiers defending the city fell into that terrifying monster, none of them surviving.

After her master died in battle, Fu Junzhuo of Yijian Pavilion chose to kill her junior sister and then commit suicide, because she did not want to fall into this hell.

They died, they died tragically, they died in horror! Whether they were soldiers or civilians defending the city, their fate was far worse than the massacre of 400,000 Zhao soldiers by Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an.

Completely insane, Yang Guang, who only wanted everything he hated to die a miserable death, turned the entire Pyongyang into hell!

The howling Heavenly Crystal Sword Slaves inflicted the cruelest treatment on any living person they saw.

They ate human flesh and drank human blood. They occupied Pyongyang, closed the city gates, and turned the entire city into their paradise.

The Heavenly Crystal Sword Slaves don't actually need to eat; what sustains them is the power within the Heavenly Crystal Sword.

Their cannibalism was a "setting" added by Yang Guang.

Their chaotic minds forever crave the vibrant human body.

They thought that swallowing it would relieve their eternal thirst, but what they ate and drank would be vomited up the next moment... This eternally painful realm of hungry ghosts is their torment and also their revenge on the world!

Skulls piled up like mountains, bones formed a forest. Human hair was matted into felt, human flesh rotted into dust. Human tendons were entangled in trees, dry and gleaming like silver. Pyongyang was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, reeking of a foul stench.

As if it were intentional, Yang Guang spent three days having the Tianjing Sword Slaves kill and devour all the men, women, and children in Pyongyang before entering the Goguryeo palace.

"Ha, Yuwen Qing, Dugu Qing, this is the 'royal palace' of the Goguryeo king that we've always wanted to enter."

Yang Guang deliberately brought along the Tianjing Sword Slaves created by Dugu Feng and Yuwen Shang. He even released part of their consciousness, allowing these two "beloved generals" to witness their "great achievements" with him.

Those still-moving eyeballs were filled with endless pain and despair...

Because they released their memories, they accepted the memories of everything they had done for Yang Guang as sword slaves.

And without a doubt, those are terrifying memories that can drive a person insane.

They begged Yang Guang to give them a quick end, but how could Yang Guang allow that? Even if he were to die, he would only give these sword slaves an extremely cruel order—to live.

To live as a sword slave, enduring this endless torment.

Continuing his torment within this eternally thirsty yet forever unsatisfied body, Yang Guang traversed the palace, only to find no living souls among them. Whether palace maids or nobles, those hiding within the palace were now nothing but corpses.

They witnessed Pyongyang transform into a hellish city for three days and three nights... and even the most cowardly creatures understood that they couldn't survive. They could only choose to die a painful death or a death filled with torment.

Looking at the corpses scattered throughout the palace, Yang Guang felt increasingly pleased, as if he had drunk a large chunk of ice water on a hot summer day!

Without the Heavenly Crystal, these things would probably have met the same fate.

Now they are dying in agony while he is living a carefree life. Is there anything more delightful than this?

Soon, Yang Guang arrived at the main hall of the palace. He glanced disdainfully at the so-called palace built by this group of monkeys who were merely imitating others, straightened his black dragon robe, and walked into the palace.

The magnificent hall was still littered with corpses, yet there was still one living person there. A middle-aged man, pale-faced, sat on the dragon throne, dressed in dragon robes and a crown.

In a daze, Yang Guang seemed to see his past self, and also his future self. Perhaps he would sit on the dragon throne, numbly waiting for death to come.

But he was ultimately the one chosen; it was luck, and also because Yang Guang had his own unique strengths—

This madness of hating everything and wanting to destroy everything is not something everyone can possess or control.

"Yang, Yang Guang..."

Gao Jianwu looked tremblingly at the man before him, the tyrant he had once hated and ridiculed.

He even remembered that right here in this hall, he had mocked Yang Guang's foolishness to his ministers.

But now, although the Sui Dynasty has perished, Goguryeo has also fallen.

No, as long as Yang Guang was still alive, there was still hope for the Sui Dynasty to be rebuilt.

However, Goguryeo had already been completely wiped out, both inside and out.

The annihilation of tens of thousands of troops, the tragic deaths of hundreds of thousands of civilians, and the displacement of refugees whose whereabouts were unknown—Liaodong had become a living hell.

"Give me a quick death!" Seemingly having figured things out, Gao Jianwu took a deep breath and shouted loudly...

"I've thought long and hard about how to deal with you," Yang Guang said softly, looking at Gao Jianwu.

"You have caused me so much trouble, and I have thought about how to torture you properly. Should I skin you alive, pull out your tendons, or turn you into my sword slave, so that you can live a life of suffering?"

Gao Jianwu's body trembled violently; every fate Yang Guang mentioned was extremely tragic.

Looking at the hell on earth that is now in Pyongyang, Yang Guang will definitely make his "promises" a reality.

"You...you can't do this!" Gao Jianwu clenched his fists and his voice trembled as he shouted.

"You are a king, and so am I! You should give me a dignified end, or aren't you afraid of ending up like me?"

Yang Guang suddenly smiled at Gao Jianwu, then raised his finger and injected a wisp of green light into Gao Jianwu's body.

Gao Jianwu's heart stopped, but strangely, he didn't notice anything wrong.

After doing all this, Yang Guang turned and left without hesitation. Looking at the scene that resembled a living hell, Yang Guang felt only a sense of ease and contentment.

Before long, Gao Jianwu's wailing could be heard from inside the palace.

Then came a painful scream and the sound of something being frantically devoured.

This was Yang Guang's revenge. He used the power of the corrupted Tianjing Sword to grant Gao Jianwu "life," making him similar to the Tianjing Sword Slave, but with an even more tenacious life force.

But from that day on, he could only fill his hunger by eating himself.

He will be forever thirsty, forever craving food, but he will forever only be able to devour himself!

"There's nothing fun left in Liaodong," Yang Guang said with a light laugh, stroking the dark, gleaming Heavenly Crystal Sword.

The revenge against Goguryeo was already over; the country was finished, and its people were finished.

With every step he took through Liaodong, he used the same faint energy—the same energy that the dead possessed—that interfered with the power of the Heavenly Crystal Sword, to influence this land.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Liaodong will be barren for the next twenty years. There will be no more food or plants, and the people of Goguryeo will resort to cannibalism in a frenzy of hunger, turning into beasts.

Yang Guang would be very happy to appreciate such a pleasant situation.

Now that we've dealt with Goguryeo, it's time to head back.

Yang Guang wanted to turn this world into a living hell!

33. One person, one day, one city

Jiangdu, Yangzhou

Jiangdu, as the largest commercial city in the entire Sui Dynasty, has always been a symbol of prosperity and wealth.

Merchant ships traveled back and forth from here, heading to the Bohai Sea, to Yingzhou, to Ryukyu, to Southeast Asia, and to every place accessible by canals and the sea. They went to trade, to plunder, and to bring back wealth.

Even during times of war, the prosperity of Yangzhou remained largely unchanged. For the people living near the Grand Canal and the sea, relying on maritime trade for a living was always more reliable than relying on the land. Even if other farmers couldn't make ends meet, those living by the sea could at least manage to get by.

Even though Du Fuwei's Jianghuai Army had taken control of Jiangdu, the city's prosperity did not change much.

"It's precisely in such a prosperous place that there are even more disgusting things that I can't stand to look at..."

An inconspicuous little boat was making its way along the canal toward the dock in Jiangdu, and on board, embracing two stunning beauties, was Kou Zhong.

After several months, he looked at his long-lost "hometown," raised an eyebrow, and revealed a bloodthirsty smile, laughing loudly amidst the murky and ambiguous atmosphere inside the ship.

Why is he here? Need I say more?

Since Du Fuwei and Li Zitong were determined to die, Kou Zhong would naturally grant their wish. However, what Kou Zhong needed to do was not to command a large army to invade and seize territory... nor to use those ignorant soldiers to make them submit or be defeated.

Because that would be unnecessary, because it would cause great damage, and more importantly, Kou Zhong knew that he was enough on his own.

War is an extremely destructive thing, and even the wealthy Jiangdu is left with little after being burned by war.

Kou Zhong knew that he needed a intact Jiangdu, and he also knew that his soldiers were barely good enough to maintain order, but using them for fighting would be a foolish thing where the expenditure would exceed the return.

A well-preserved Yangzhou and Jiangdu could provide ample support to the nascent Heavenly Kingdom. They had food, gold and silver, land, and sufficient manpower.

Kou Zhong, who was born in Jiangdu, knew all too well how wealthy the city was... but this wealth always belonged to a small number of rich and powerful people. The most prosperous city in the world had the most people who starved to death.

That's not good, that's really bad!

Kou Zhong hadn't read many books, and he didn't know how to govern a country. To be honest, the current ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom Army was more his sworn brother Xu Ziling than him, the Blood Shark King.

But Kou Zhong didn't care about any of that. He enjoyed the support and adoration of his subordinates but hated the tediousness of ruling.

He wouldn't let this conflict with his sworn brother, because as long as he could still enjoy this adoration, that was enough—but one thing was certain.

Both Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling strongly agreed on one thing.

That means dragging all those landlords and rich people out and hanging them!

Kill the whole family! Those aristocratic families, those gentry clans, those dogs who enslave ordinary people—they all deserve to be fucking killed!

What ancient family, what literary brilliance!

Damn it! Back when he and Xu Ziling were thugs in Yangzhou, living a hand-to-mouth existence, what did these self-proclaimed masters of the country do?

Therefore, they don't care about these things, they don't care about their approval, and they don't care about the bullshit so-called orthodox speech they spout!

Kill them! Kill every single one who's stubborn!

If ten of them are stubborn, kill all ten!

Back when the Five Barbarian Invasions forced them to their knees, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling believed they could do the same!

Killing them wasn't just about venting anger; it was about taking their wealth and land!

Take back what they took from ordinary people and give it back to ordinary people!

It was a simple and crude approach, but Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling believed it would work! Because what they enjoyed and needed was the admiration and trust of the people, the worship of more people, not the flattery of a few who could only spout nonsense from books!

The small black boat was quietly moored at a dock in Yangzhou, and the boatman, his body hunched over, spoke in a soft voice...

"Your Majesty, please be careful on your journey."

"Hey, are you worried about me, or are you worried about your wife's misfortune if I fall?" Kou Zhong chuckled, looking at the Dongming Sect guy...

The purpose of this surprise attack on Jiangdu was partly to relieve the Giant Shark Gang and the Dongming Sect in Yuhang.

Although Kou Zhong knew that the Lady of Dongming, who had received a certain "gift" from his master, would definitely inflict heavy casualties on Du Fuwei's Jianghuai army, they were still likely to suffer losses due to their limited manpower.

Although he didn't care, since they were allies and had been sexually assaulted by his master, Kou Zhong didn't mind lending a hand!

"Bring me my knife!"

Following Kou Zhong's command, the boatman quickly entered the cabin and, together with the three men, lifted out a huge stone box that was two meters long!

Kou Zhong slapped open the box, and inside were two giant blades gleaming with silver light!

This is a gift from the Dongming Sect to Kou Zhong. It consists of two giant blades forged by the Dongming Sect's best swordsmiths using the most precious seabed cold iron collected from the waters near Ryukyu Island.