Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1701 - 393: Chen Jie: Big Brother, I Really Don’t Want to Be Dharma King! (4)

Kerosene is quite straightforward, a flammable oil. However, the identity of the Golden Liquid might not be as readily apparent to many. Those with extensive travels and knowledge will likely deduce its nature: indeed, it is human waste.

Preparation for this particular substance commenced as early as the third trial of the Heavenly Peril, specifically on the Seventh Level.

Vast cauldrons continuously boiled the Golden Liquid, saturating the air with a foul odor. Upon receiving Mr. Guan’s command, the soldiers rushed to the city ramparts. Witnessing the enemy’s court soldiers courageously ascend, they promptly tipped over a cauldron of boiling Golden Liquid.

Screams erupted, shattering the tranquility below as countless individuals tumbled from the Cloud Ladders.

The more astute climbers, positioned on the rear of the Cloud Ladders, found the Golden Liquid cascading directly onto their faces, instantly incinerating their entire bodies.

Concurrently, the noxious stench pervaded the entire stronghold; however, such a detail was of no concern to anyone present.

Simultaneously, Kerosene from the Fiery Fire Flag was deployed. Poured directly onto the Cloud Ladders, the flammable substance ignited with a whoosh, reducing the entire structure to cinders.

Whoosh...

Flames surged, consuming the Cloud Ladder and turning it to ash. Those caught on the structure were similarly engulfed, becoming human torches, flailing and crying out as they fell.

"Ah..."

The shrieks were deafening, the scene one of sheer, brutal chaos.

The initial wave of the court’s suicide squad met with utter failure, prompting the court army to marshal for a second offensive.

As the reverberating sound of the Cow Horn signaled their advance, the exhausted soldiers on the walls had barely caught their breath before the court army’s second assault commenced.

This time, the court forces displayed greater cunning. They saturated the Cloud Ladders with water, deploying Shield Soldiers at the forefront, followed by Ladder Soldiers carrying the structure, with Gray Wolf Soldiers and White Deer Soldiers charging in their wake.

At a given command, the army surged forward, a relentless tide once more.

The defenders, brandishing their blades and readying immense logs, stones, Golden Liquid, and Kerosene from the Five Elements Flag of the Zoroastrian Sect, prepared for another fierce engagement.

Kill, kill, kill...

The battle seemed to enter a cycle of repetition, with soldiers from the court clashing against those of the Zoroastrian Sect, both sides incurring grievous casualties.

Observing this grim spectacle, Ruyang King could no longer remain idle. Gripping his spear, he charged directly into the enemy’s vanguard.

King Qi remarked upon seeing this display, “Cha Han grows increasingly impetuous.”

Boluo Timur of the Treasure Elephant Army added, “Cha Han hesitates to expend his men; out of the three of us, he possesses the most tender heart.”

King Qi scoffed, “Benevolence does not command armies, nor does righteousness amass fortunes. I doubt Cha Han possesses the aptitude for military leadership.”

Boluo Timur offered no response, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the statement.

At this critical juncture, Ruyang King personally entered the fray. Astride his horse, spear in hand, he appeared on the battlefield, instantly casting a pall of tension over the entire Zoroastrian Sect. Every eye locked onto him, a collective gasp held as many forgot to breathe.

Tap, tap, tap...

The rhythmic clatter of hooves echoed as Ruyang King advanced at a measured pace, exuding an almost palpable pressure. As a cultivator from the Heavenly List, his presence, akin to that of a Melt God, was an overwhelming force for the common soldiers.

Should he manage to reach the stronghold’s base, it was all but certain that no one could prevent him from scaling the walls.

Witnessing this, all present drew a sharp breath. Mr. Guan’s jaw tightened; he knew he could not permit the enemy to breach their defenses.

With this thought, Mr. Guan took two steps forward, steeling himself to face the challenge personally should the situation deteriorate further.

Just as he was contemplating this course of action, a figure suddenly descended from the heavens, impacting the ground with a resounding thud that carved a deep crater. In the ensuing moment, a voice boomed, “Who dares sow discord within my Zoroastrian Sect!”

“Ah, Liu Futong!”