Old Harris continued to shout madly.

"Quick, kill him!"

That The General screamed in terror.

No one noticed that at this moment, dozens of cavalrymen dressed in Jinyiwei uniforms suddenly charged out from an alley, crashing into the gate guards like madmen.

"The Holy Emperor Taizu has possessed him..."

That Old Harris was still shouting, but the Young Lady reacted, grabbed him, and Old Harris instantly sobered up. He hurriedly whipped his horse, and the Young Lady, clearly skilled at riding, also mounted up. The two of them charged straight at the gate guards. These guards were all surrendered soldiers—perhaps they were stunned by the sight of the emperor on the wall, bristling with arrows like a demon, or for some other reason—but not a single one tried to stop them. The two quickly joined up with the Jinyiwei cavalry. Only then did a few soldiers remember to intercept them, but the Jinyiwei, desperate to escape, erupted with ferocity. After a brief skirmish, everyone managed to break through.

At the same time, Henry Clark threw the streetlamp pole into the Shun army, then, without hesitation, leapt straight off the nearly ten-meter-high city wall, crashing into the moat below like a cannonball. When he surfaced, the Jinyiwei cavalry had just reached the riverbank. Henry Clark sprang out, grabbed the hand of one of the Jinyiwei, and vaulted onto a horse. The Shun soldiers on the wall snapped out of their confusion and fired a volley of arrows, but it was too late. Except for two Jinyiwei who were shot and fell from their horses, the rest escaped beyond bow range. By the time the cavalry from the gate gave chase, the group had already fled far to the northeast.

An hour later.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Henry Clark suddenly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you’re finally awake."

The Young Lady said joyfully.

Then, as the circle of people around her were about to speak, they saw the emperor raise his hand and, to their astonishment, say, "Don’t say anything yet. Hurry and find me something to eat. And don’t worry about that thing for now—I don’t need healing, I just need food, preferably meat."

The Jinyiwei who were about to pull out arrows quickly stopped. The officer glanced around, grabbed a spear, and suddenly stabbed it into the neck of the weakest warhorse nearby. As the horse screamed, he pulled out the spear. Another Jinyiwei, wielding a mace, smashed the horse’s head, while several others quickly brought it down. The officer removed his helmet and began collecting horse blood, carefully filling half a helmet and presenting it to Henry Clark. The Young Lady took it and fed it to him, while the other Jinyiwei began cutting up horse meat.

"Damn it, are you trying to kill me?"

They didn’t know that His Majesty was communicating with Little Grace.

"It’s fine. Your injuries are just superficial. You fainted only because you expended too much energy. I can help you fight by processing information. Your muscles and skeletal system have been enhanced, allowing you to exert several times your normal strength, but this comes at a cost—your energy consumption is far higher than normal. That last battle pushed your energy to the limit, which is why you passed out. But as long as you replenish your energy, you’ll recover quickly. Your digestive system has also been enhanced, so you can absorb energy much faster than normal."

Little Grace said.

So, Henry Clark’s transformation into a super soldier wasn’t just his own doing. The sensory information from his eyes, ears, and other organs was uploaded directly to Little Grace, who processed it with her high-speed mainframe and sent solutions back to his brain. His brain then issued commands to his body, and his enhanced bones, muscles, and energy systems carried them out. That’s how he could wield over a hundred kilograms in a berserk state, catch arrows in midair, and slaughter enemies even when surrounded by dozens of soldiers.

Nothing but technology.

The speed of the arrows was visually measured, their trajectories calculated, and the timing and angles of his moves were all pre-planned. The soldiers’ attacks had already been modeled and their next moves predicted, so his counterattacks were just following a program.

Of course, dumb luck was important too.

But as long as the arrow wounds weren’t fatal, they didn’t matter much, because his soul energy could stimulate cell regeneration and quickly heal minor wounds. Of course, if his brains were blown out or his heart destroyed, he’d still die, but holes in his liver or lungs weren’t a big deal. Still, just like his powerful combat abilities, all of this required enough energy, which is why the first thing he did upon waking was demand food.

After gulping down a helmetful of horse blood, His Majesty immediately felt revitalized. He got up, arrows still sticking out of him, and walked over to the Jinyiwei who were about to roast meat. He grabbed some raw meat and gnawed on it like a savage, then seized an arrow shaft and yanked it out with a sharp pull. Blood spurted out, but the muscles around the wound squirmed visibly, and to everyone’s shock, the wound quickly disappeared, just like Wolverine. Then Henry Clark unhesitatingly pulled out a second arrow.

"Heaven protects the Holy Emperor! The Ming Dynasty will rise again!"

All the Jinyiwei around him immediately prostrated themselves, shouting in awe and fear.