Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 490 The Later Han Dynasty exists in name only. Throw me some porridge, and I'll make sure you're stuffed!

On the walls of Luoyang, the defending soldiers watched in horror as the white line on the horizon rose ever higher.

"What is that?" The captain of the Imperial Guard asked, his voice trembling, as his halberd clattered onto the city bricks.

His answer was a deafening roar!

A hundred-meter-high wave of porridge poured down like a celestial river, crashing against the city wall with the force of a thunderbolt! The thick rice paste poured in through the gaps in the arrow emplacements, quickly reaching above the knees of the defenders.

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!" Zhang Rang's shrill voice echoed throughout the imperial city.

Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, ran barefoot out of his bedchamber, only to be knocked off his feet by a wave of porridge that rushed towards him.

He wiped the rice grains off his face and suddenly realized that what had slipped on him was nothing more than ordinary rice porridge!
"What! What's going on?" Liu Hong was dumbfounded.

The eunuchs beside him certainly knew exactly what had happened, but they dared not say it outright.

Half a day later, at the temporary palace in Chang'an, Liu Hong slumped on the dragon throne, his dragon robe stained with dried porridge.

The Ten Attendants knelt below the throne, trembling. Behind them were civil and military officials who had just been pulled out of the porridge.

Grand Commandant Yang Biao still had half a vegetable leaf hanging on his court hat, and a few grains of rice were occasionally leaking out of Situ Wang Yun's trouser leg.

"Your Majesty." Zhang Rang had barely opened his mouth when Liu Hong kicked him to the ground.

"Useless! What about my Luoyang?!" Liu Hong grabbed a bamboo slip from the table and threw it at his ministers. "Didn't you all say that the evil sorcerer would only flood Xuanwu Gate? Now even Taicang is submerged!"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall, and Lu Zhi, soaking wet, stumbled in: "Report! Dong Zhuo has arrived at Tongguan with 3.6 million Xiliang troops, saying... saying he's here to protect the emperor."

Liu Hong's face turned deathly pale instantly!

He knew all too well what this meant!
Moving the capital would be tantamount to handing over half of the country to Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo was not there to rescue the emperor.

He's clearly here to seize power!
"Your Majesty!" Wang Yun suddenly rushed to the steps. "That sorcerer has put a curse on the porridge, and the people are scrambling to drink it! According to our scouts, 30,000 households have already migrated to Dongjun with their families! To that... that Triangle Porridge Kingdom!"

"Damn it! Damn it!" Liu Hong was instantly consumed by rage!
What's the difference between this and snatching someone right under his nose?
Zhang Rang immediately came up with a terrible idea: "Your Majesty, I think we should do this? Send a small force to deal with those who are trying to defect to the Triangle Soup Nation."

He didn't finish his sentence; instead, he made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Very well! Pass down the order to me."

"kill!"

Liu Hong's order to massacre was like a raging fire, instantly igniting the anger of the people across the land.

This cruel imperial edict not only failed to stop the migration of refugees, but also made more people see the corrupt nature of the Han Dynasty.

Outside Luoyang, the official road was crowded with refugees, the elderly and children in tow.

They carried their belongings on their shoulders and in their hands, pushing creaky wheelbarrows piled high with their worn-out possessions.

Some people were holding babies crying loudly from hunger, while others were helping elderly people who were walking with difficulty.

"Hurry! The soldiers are coming!" a boy carrying a bundle shouted as he ran, his voice filled with terror.

In the distance, billowing dust rose as a troop of Imperial Guards cavalry charged forward, brandishing gleaming steel swords.

The leading captain's face was contorted with rage: "By imperial decree, we are to exterminate the traitors! Leave no one alive!"

"Mom! I'm scared!" The little girl clung tightly to her mother's leg.

Suddenly, the woman pulled a rusty pair of scissors from her bosom, her eyes flashing with a resolute light: "I'll fight them! I'm going to die either way!"

Just at this critical moment, a deafening thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky!

"boom--!"

A bolt of lightning, a hundred meters in diameter, descended from the sky and struck precisely in front of the cavalry! The charred ravines instantly blocked the pursuers' path.

"It's Grandpa Lei Gong!" The people knelt down one after another.

Fang Yu descended from the sky, stepping on lightning, his body crackling with blinding arcs of electricity. He coldly swept his gaze over the terrified cavalry, his voice, carrying the force of thunder, echoing across the land:

"The Han dynasty is tyrannical, using the butcher's knife against its own people! Today, I, Fang Yu, swear here that all who seek refuge in the Triangle Porridge Kingdom will be protected by Heaven!"

After saying that, he slammed his hands down on the ground!

"Crash-!"

Suddenly, ten-meter-high walls of porridge rose up on both sides of the official road, and thick white porridge poured down like a waterfall, instantly creating a barrier of porridge between the pursuers and the people.

The captain still wanted to act aggressively and spurred his horse forward, but Fang Yu pointed at him from a distance!
"Thirty thousand volts!"

"Ah!" the captain screamed as he and his horse were electrocuted and turned into charred remains!
The remaining cavalrymen were terrified and turned tail and ran.

Upon seeing this, the people kowtowed to Fang Yu, saying, "Thank you so much, Immortal Master, for saving our lives!"

Fang Yu landed gracefully, and more white porridge gushed from his palm, forming a "porridge road" on the official road.

“If you keep following this porridge road, you will reach the Triangle Porridge Kingdom.” His voice was gentle but firm. “There are no exorbitant taxes there, no oppression by officials and soldiers, and everyone has food to eat and clothes to wear.”

An elderly man with white hair asked tremblingly, "Master, will this old man really be able to drink plain porridge?"

Fang Yu laughed and casually conjured up steaming hot porridge all over the ground: "Enough for everyone!"

This scene was quickly spread throughout the Central Plains by countless eyes.

More and more people are bringing their families and embarking on the journey to the Three-Piece Porridge Country.

Inside the Luoyang Imperial Palace, Liu Hong was trembling with rage.

The battle reports piled up in front of him.

"Nine out of ten houses in Yingchuan County are empty."

"People from Nanyang migrated eastward in droves."

"Yanzhou officials were killed by a mob after failing to stop them."

What terrified him most was that even the garrison troops in some counties had begun to mutini!
"They've rebelled! They've all rebelled!" Liu Hong overturned the table and roared hysterically, "Gather all the troops for me! I will personally lead the army to crush that demon city!"

Zhang Rang knelt on the ground, trembling: "Your Majesty, Dong Zhuo's army has already reached the outskirts of Luoyang."

Liu Hong was struck dumb, and slumped down on the dragon throne.

He finally realized that his foolish order to massacre not only alienated the people but also led to the complete destruction of the Han Dynasty's four-hundred-year reign.
At dawn, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Three thousand elite soldiers from Zhuoxian County were already arrayed outside the city, their armor gleaming and their weapons like a forest.

Liu Bei stood at the front of the formation, his double-edged swords pointing diagonally at the ground, the blades reflecting the rising sun and gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

Guan Yu stroked his beard and squinted, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade resting on his saddle. He said in a deep voice, "Brother, the time has come."

Zhang Fei could no longer contain himself. He slammed his eighteen-foot spear into the ground, sending dust flying. "Brother! What are we waiting for? Let's charge in and capture that evil Taoist priest alive!"

Liu Bei nodded slightly, his gaze turning complicated as he looked toward the city gate.

Fang Yu's porridge-making skills did indeed save countless starving people, but the phrase "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise" pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

If it weren't for the fact that many people had indeed eaten and drunk their fill, the three of them would have been captured by Fang Yu that day.

Now that the agreed time has arrived, it seems that Liu Bei's suggestion to Fang Yu to disperse the innocent refugees in the city has failed.

Not only could they not be disbanded, but even people from Luoyang were flocking here to join them, and their numbers were growing so large that it was far beyond what three thousand elite soldiers could handle.

but.
As the emperor's uncle, he had no choice but to go.

"Pass on my orders. Follow me."

"Siege!"

(End of this chapter)