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"Your Majesty~" The eunuchs and palace maids outside the palace saw the Emperor limping out and cried out, rushing forward to support him.

While feeling relieved, Zhang Yuanqing didn't forget to maintain his persona, shouting loudly, "There's an assassin! Quickly notify the Imperial City Division!"

The palace maids and eunuchs also noticed the fierce fighting in the palace and ran around in panic, spreading cries of "There's an assassin!" and "Save the Emperor!"

One person told ten, ten told a hundred, and cries for help echoed everywhere outside the palace.

With his leg injured, Zhang Yuanqing fled towards the plaza outside the palace, supported by two eunuchs.

While waiting for reinforcements from the Imperial City Division, he grabbed the sleeve of the eunuch on his left and whispered a few words in his ear.

The eunuch was taken aback at first, then nodded. "As you command!"

He abandoned the emperor and hurried into the night.

A moment later, flames flickered from afar, accompanied by the clanging of armor. The Imperial Guards, holding torches, were the first to arrive, led by Zheng Longtu, the commander of the Imperial Guards, whom he had met during the day.

"Your Majesty!" Zheng Longtu rushed over with his sword, looking anxious. "This subject is late in rescuing you and deserves to die!" He looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down in the torchlight and relaxed slightly when he saw that he was not in mortal danger.

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly said, "Quickly capture the female assassin, and keep her alive!"

Zheng Longtu nodded and waved his hand. "Quickly capture the assassin!"

The Imperial Guards behind him responded with a roar, threw away their torches, and strode towards the palace.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound came, the sound of some kind of insect flapping its wings, dense and loud.

In the flickering torchlight, Zhang Yuanqing saw an insect land on the face of one of the eunuchs. The insect was two inches long, jet-black, and had a pair of thin wings. He couldn't tell what kind it was.

The insect opened its hideous mandibles and bit the eunuch's face hard.

"Ah..." The eunuch screamed shrilly and fell to the ground in agony, rolling around. The Imperial Guards were the same.

Several fire masters in the army raised their torches and blew hard, sending meters-long tongues of flame into the sky, illuminating the entire plaza and the sky.

The swarm of insects was licked by the flames and fell from the sky, emitting a burnt smell. They were Gu insects! A witch-Gu master was lurking in the palace!

Zheng Longtu's expression changed, and he shouted, "You, guard the palace! Kill the insects! Protect His Majesty!"

He grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder and said urgently, "Your Majesty, come with me to the side hall for now!"

Without waiting for a response, he dragged Zhang Yuanqing away. Zhang Yuanqing, weak and unable to take care of himself, could only let him pull him along.

"Yes!"

Zheng Longtu kicked open the door of the side hall, brought Zhang Yuanqing inside, turned around, closed the door, and pulled the bolt.

Fortunately, they were safe along the way. The Gu insects didn't follow them, nor did they try to attack them.

After closing the door, Zheng Longtu, who had been tense and serious, suddenly felt extremely relaxed. He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of water, and drank it slowly.

Zhang Yuanqing stayed at the door, observing the situation outside through the crack in the door. At this time, more and more Imperial Guards were arriving, and more and more swarms of insects were swarming.

The swarms of insects and the Imperial Guards were locked in a stalemate, while the palace was engulfed in flames. None of the three female assassins or Li Changshi came out.

The witch-Gu master behind the scenes didn't manipulate the insect swarms to attack the Imperial Guards. The purpose was to delay them and create an opportunity for the three female assassins to escape.

If that's the case, then the identity of the witch-Gu master controlling the insect swarms is obvious: Xiao Yuan. Only Xiao Yuan would save them.

But how did Xiao Yuan know their identities? What is Xiao Yuan's role? First, rule out the Empress.

She didn't attack me, so her mission isn't to assassinate the fatuous emperor. But she didn't save me either, which means she doesn't know the fatuous emperor is Yuanshi, or she's still observing.

Zhang Yuanqing analyzed quickly. At this moment, Zheng Longtu's voice rang in his ear, "Your Majesty, the side hall is very safe. You can rest assured."

"Commander Zheng, why don't you have the Imperial Guards guard outside the side hall? What if thieves come in?" Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at Zheng Longtu in the room.

He suddenly stiffened, his back pressed against the lattice door, not daring to move. A sword was pressed against his chest. "You..." Zhang Yuanqing's pupils shrank, looking at the commander of the Imperial City Division in shock. In terms of blood relations, Guan Longtu was Zhao Shun's cousin, a core confidant.

The candlelight in the side hall flickered, reflecting on Zheng Longtu's face, making his expression seem uncertain.

Zheng Longtu said expressionlessly, "If the Imperial Guards are guarding outside the door, how can I assassinate Your Majesty? Your Majesty is really lucky. The wondrous scheme of using poison against poison must have been given to you by someone. The imperial physicians in the palace don't have that level of skill."

The night was dark and hazy, and all was silent. The firelight on the walls of Linxia City flickered in the night wind, and the torches spread along the city walls like a writhing fire dragon. As a Night Watchman, Zhao Chenghuang.

Rightfully took on the job of night watch. He stood on the city wall, looking out at the dark wilderness outside the city. The tents of the Northern Dynasty army were built along the river, and he could see their faint outlines with his eyesight.

The first night of descending into the dungeon was very peaceful. Because of the peace, the defending soldiers yawned frequently. After the insect-Gu poison test during the day, the Northern Dynasty made a big move, but seeing no opportunity, they temporarily settled down. The two armies confronted each other from afar, and neither side started a war.

But Zhao Chenghuang knew that all this was the calm before the storm. From the perspective of the dungeon, they had to be given time to adapt to the environment and collect intelligence.

From a realistic point of view, a siege is also a protracted war, and a standoff of ten days or half a month is possible.

But war will eventually come. Zhao Chenghuang had never experienced such a large-scale war, and he felt uneasy and nervous, but not afraid. After all, as a Night Watchman, the battlefield is actually his home ground.

Because there are dead bodies and corpses everywhere. As his thoughts flew, Zhao Chenghuang saw a thick fog spreading over the wilderness, he didn't know when. The thick fog blotted out the sky and the sun, making the already dark night even dimmer.

At the same time, several wraiths he had arranged upstream captured the sound of rapid footsteps in the thick fog.

The next second, those wraiths wrapped in thick fog lost contact with him.

Zhao Chenghuang was shocked and shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

While shouting, he rushed to the drum and beat it hard with a drumstick.

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Dong, dong, dong!

The heavy drumbeat spread through the night, spreading throughout the city. The silent barracks instantly revived, and the defending soldiers, ready to fight, were like marching ants.

They rushed to the training ground to assemble, some entered the warehouse to move siege equipment and tools, and the soldiers resting on the city wall poured out, carrying arrows.

Some carried out fire oil, some carried out rolling logs, and some operated the ballistae set up on the city wall.

Fu Qingyang, the Demon Eye Heavenly King, and Xiahou Aotian were the first to fly over the city wall. Looking out, they only saw a gray-white thick fog rolling in, its speed comparable to a fast horse, less than ten zhang away from the city wall.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice, "The Mist Master can teleport in the mist, immediately blow away the thick fog."

Of course, this sentence was said to Xiahou Aotian.

The only artificer in the team unhurriedly opened his inventory and took out a six-foot (two-meter) long huge white feather fan.

Whoosh, whoosh!

A strong wind rose suddenly, pushing back the rolling thick fog. Xiahou Aotian exerted all his strength, constantly waving the feather fan, which was taller than him. A stream of air formed an invisible barrier on the city wall, blowing back all the rushing thick fog.

As he continued to wave, the air currents within a hundred meters became more and more violent, forming tornadoes tens of meters high.

Some of the tornadoes shattered on the city wall, and some of the tornadoes drifted towards the flat wilderness.

The violent air currents rolled up the thick fog, either spreading it in all directions or rolling it into the sky.

In an instant, the rolling thick smoke and fog dissipated, and the enemy hidden in the thick fog appeared in the eyes of the defending soldiers.

Riders with bows were at the forefront, infantry lined up in the center, and trebuchets pulled by horses were at the very back of the thick fog.

Seeing this, two experienced centurions raised the small flags in their hands and gave orders using flag language. In ancient large-scale battles, flag language was used to give orders. Human language was difficult to convey to the three armies in the midst of chaos, even for heroes like Zhang Fei who shouted down Changban Bridge.

The defending soldiers on the city wall, according to the changes in the hand flags, some drew their bows and aimed at the distance, and some loaded the ballistae, adjusted the direction, and waited for the Northern Dynasty cavalry to enter within two hundred steps of the city wall.

The two centurions simultaneously waved the hand flags heavily, and in an instant, tens of thousands of arrows rained down from the city wall like a torrential rain washing the ground.

The Northern Dynasty's heavy-armored cavalry charged against the rain of arrows, charging all the way to within a hundred steps before stopping.

The city above and below was attacked by a mutual rain of arrows. The infantry, under the cover of their own riders, held up shields and came to the city, set up scaling ladders, and quickly climbed the ladders with their knives in their mouths.

At this time, the defending soldiers in the barracks had already climbed the city wall with siege equipment, and picked up rolling stones to attack the enemy troops attacking the city, causing them to fall like rain.

But more and more infantry rushed to the city, ant-like, attached to the scaling ladders, quickly climbing up.

The defending soldiers carried oil barrels and poured the viscous, flammable liquid down, and the fire masters in the army popped out flames to ignite the fire oil.

The ice flames ruthlessly devoured the enemy troops attacking the city. A raging fire burned beneath the city walls, emitting billowing smoke. The intense heat and smoke made the enemy troops who were lucky enough not to be splashed by the fire oil suffer.

Fu Qingyang watched this scene indifferently.

As a high-ranking scout, he was used to such scenes, but Ling Diao and Tianxia Guihuo, Zhao Chenghuang and Xiahou Aotian, had never seen such a scene where lives were as cheap as grass, and were deeply shocked.

Their professions determined that they could never encounter a large-scale war dungeon.

"Whoosh!"

A shrill whistling sound came, and an arrow pierced through the battlefield at an unimaginable speed, shooting towards Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang remained motionless, raised his hand and grabbed the arrow that was shooting towards him. A burly figure in the enemy army soared into the sky like a cannonball, and laughed wildly: "Yang Ce, I didn't expect you, a good-for-nothing from a prominent family, to have some skill. We didn't have enough fun during the day, let's fight again!"

This person was wearing blood-colored armor, with a head full of dreadlocks, a flat nose, and single eyelids, a typical Northern Dynasty person.

The Right Commander of the Jue Army, Wanyan Batian!

Even while Wanyan Batian was in the air, two blood-colored runes had already appeared in his eyes.

The defending soldiers around Fu Qingyang clutched their heads and screamed, their veins bulging, and they slaughtered each other, losing their minds.

At this moment, a golden-red light shot out from the city wall on the other side, hitting Wanyan Batian directly. The burly general with a fat body stiffened, his spiritual power in his body was in chaos, and he stagnated in the air.

Fu Qingyang flicked his wrist and threw the arrow in his hand, hitting the forehead of Wan'e Batian. He only heard a sharp sound, sparks flew, and the arrow containing sword energy only broke through the skin and flesh, failing to injure the bones.

"Leave this guy to me." The Demon Eye Heavenly King, who had been eager to try, "Boom" bounced out.

He collided with Wanyan Batian from the side. The collision of the two ancient war gods was like the ringing of an ancient temple bell, and Wanyan Batian smashed into the cavalry regiment below him, killing and injuring both men and horses.

The two ancient war gods fought in the midst of the ten thousand armies, sometimes fighting on the city wall, sometimes falling into the Northern Dynasty army. Wherever they passed, men and horses were truly crushed.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King's level was lower than Wanyan Batian's, but the bewitching light eye allowed him to gain the upper hand, almost pressing Wanyan Batian to output.

Unfortunately, the ancient war gods had copper skin and iron bones, and were invulnerable to swords and spears. Not to mention their strong vitality, there was also blood energy everywhere around them to make up for it.

When he was seriously injured, he could grab a soldier at random and absorb his essence and blood, and his injuries would be completely recovered.

As the two armies were locked in a stalemate, a high-pitched drumbeat came from the rear of the Northern Dynasty.

A tiger and wolf division wearing blood-colored armor, the Jue Army, finally joined the battlefield.

At the same time, a pressure from a high-ranking person descended. The soldiers in the battlefield, the middle-level generals, and the high-ranking generals, their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. Even Fu Qingyang, as the commander-in-chief, had his muscles tense unconsciously, as if facing a great enemy.

Fu Qingyang's expression was more serious than ever, Tuoba Guanghe!

Level Nine!