Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

As Joan of Arc's holy banner fluttered, her resolute expression changed for the first time.

Feeling the force rebounding from the shield, Joan of Arc suddenly became much more serious.

She realized it was strong after just one exchange.

The person in front of them, who looked like a demon god, possessed extremely terrifying power. It was likely that no one in the allied forces would be a match for her, except for her.

"What kind of powerful being are you? What exactly are you?"

Joan of Arc retrieved the holy banner, her gaze sweeping over the battle beside her, and she paused for a moment in surprise.

The fearless Imperial Guards of the Yuanzhu Emperor acted like a dam, directly halting the charge of the Holy Michael Knights.

Under the effect of the ultimate skill of the military spirit, the marks left by the Holy Light Greatsword will turn into real holy light and extend outwards, and have extremely strong destructive power. It is a product of the distortion of reality by the will of idealism. Under the impetus of idealism, its destructive power is extremely strong. However, the original Emperor's guards took the hit head-on.

In an instant, both sides were thrown into chaos. The Imperial Guards of the Yuanzhu Emperor gained a greater advantage due to their superior quality, and they used their infantry to forcefully overturn the knight legion.

But the knights of the Holy Michael Knights quickly rose from the ground, flapping their illusory wings and wielding their greatswords as they charged toward the Imperial Guards of the Former Emperor.

They were knights, but not cavalrymen; being a knight was merely their identity, and their horses were simply their honor.

In the traditional sense, they were also heavy infantry.

The Knights of St. Michael were incredibly imposing, their magnificent holy light illuminating everything around them, as if angels had descended to earth to cleanse all sins.

The Imperial Guard remained unmoved, their aura not stronger than that of the Knights of St. Michael led by Joan of Arc, but they fought with extraordinary ferocity, clashing head-on with the Knights of St. Michael in the most reckless manner.

In just a few breaths, the battlefield was turned into a scene of extraordinary carnage.

Both sides have reasons why they cannot back down.

For the Imperial Guards of the Former Emperor, they walk the world in the name of the Emperor and are the most solid shield forged by Huang Tianji. Perhaps they cannot destroy their opponents, but you want to pass through our defenses? You'll have to get over my dead body!
With such momentum, even with the Holy Michael Knights' frenzied attacks, the Yuanzhu Emperor's Imperial Guards were only slightly at a disadvantage.

The difference between having a commander and not having one was starkly apparent on the front lines at this moment.

With Joan of Arc as their core leader, the Knights of St. Michael possessed an almost invincible aura and were able to translate that aura into reality.

More importantly, the Knights of St. Michael were created by Joan of Arc herself; Joan of Arc was the only one in their hearts, someone they would protect even at the cost of their lives.

Dian Wei and the original imperial guards had no such connection whatsoever.

They were merely a forced 1+1, while Joan of Arc and her companions amplified each other's abilities, reaching a level far greater than 2.

Lu Xun and Gilderew simultaneously mobilized their legions to advance forward, and Charlemagne II once again charged into the army.

Because the two sides focused their attacks on different areas, the entire battlefield descended into chaos, as if it were a matter of who would succumb to the pressure first, causing the defensive line to collapse and the entire army to crumble.

"Pfft~" Joan of Arc spat out a mouthful of blood. Her hands, which were gripping the Holy Banner, went numb and almost slipped from her grasp. In a contest of strength, she was no match for Dian Wei.

Dian Wei on the other side was also furious. Joan of Arc was roughly equal to him, but with the blessing of the Dharma Form, he had a huge advantage.

Each attack inflicted significant damage on Joan of Arc.

Anyone else, even a highly skilled cultivator at the Breakthrough Realm, would be lying down by now.

But Joan of Arc was different. The holy banner she held contained the nascent form of the Empire's will. Even this nascent form, combined with Joan of Arc's divine will, could achieve the miraculous effect of continuous restoration.

All the damage caused by Dian Wei was healed by Joan of Arc with the Holy Banner.

This led to an extremely bizarre battle situation for both sides. With the combination of Dharma Form, Dian Wei could almost be considered to have broken through the boundaries of both essence and energy. He already had an advantage under the cloud energy, and now with the support of a massive amount of cloud energy, his combat power was unmatched.

The battle could even be described as Joan of Arc being beaten on one side, but Joan of Arc, relying on the Holy Banner and divine will, managed to negate all the damage caused by Dian Wei.

Without the ability to target specific targets, Dian Wei could only engage in this almost bizarre war of attrition with Joan of Arc.

Gillespie panicked. Lu Xun had committed all his rear guard, creating the impression that he would kill Joan of Arc even at the cost of a crushing defeat.

All losses were acceptable to Gilles de Rais, whether it was Charlemagne, the Knights of St. Michael, or even Gilles de Rais himself; they were all worthy of sacrifice.

But Joan of Arc alone was Gilles de Rais's only lifeline.

If it were any other opponent, Gilles de Rais would maintain his trust in Joan of Arc, believing that she could achieve victory.

But Dian Wei's near-total annihilation of Joan of Arc caused Gillespie, a veteran of many battles, to feel a sense of panic.

In his mind, Joan of Arc was the only core figure.

Therefore, Lu Xun was entirely capable of risking everything, even abandoning victory, to exchange his 100,000 troops for Joan of Arc's life.

"Charlemagne, abandon the attack and go to rescue Her Highness the Saintess. Get her out at all costs!" Gildre issued the order.

Charlemagne also regarded Joan of Arc as a shining example, so without the slightest hesitation, he withdrew and rushed towards Joan of Arc.

Lu Xun, noticing this, laughed.

Joan of Arc was indeed important, but in Lu Xun's eyes, winning a war was more important.

In Gilles de Rais's eyes, Joan of Arc was worth 100,000 troops, but in Lu Xun's eyes, Joan of Arc herself was not important at all; what was most important was the will to resist that Joan of Arc symbolized.

Joan of Arc shattered his invincible facade, causing various kingdoms to unite in rebellion.

Now, he intends to use the same method to defeat Joan of Arc and bring her down from her pedestal.

Joan of Arc would not give up; she would continue to fight him.

But... not everyone is as determined as Joan of Arc.

Lu Xun sneered. Countless historical events have proven that when a difficult opponent appears in a war, the solution is to dismantle it from within.

Under Lu Xun's deliberate guidance, which combined practical operations with his own, Gildre was completely misled by Lu Xun's command and made the most wrong judgment.

First, he misjudged Joan of Arc's safety. Although it seemed tragic, Dian Wei was almost powerless against Joan of Arc. Second, he misjudged Lu Xun's purpose. Lu Xun's target was not Joan of Arc at all, but Gilles de Rais himself.

In Lu Xun's eyes, Joan of Arc was too tough to be easily broken; what he really wanted to deal with was the commander Gilles de Rais.

He wanted to directly eliminate Joan of Arc's right-hand men. Without Gilles de Rais as a mediator, the conflict between Joan of Arc and the nobility would be irreconcilable.

Just as Lu Xun was planning to kill Gilderley, an unexpected change occurred.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

Dian Wei, with a rather unpleasant expression, questioned Joan of Arc before him.

He was a man of considerable experience and had seen many immortal guards before, but he simply couldn't understand Joan of Arc.

He just smashed Joan of Arc's head with a single punch.

As a result, Joan of Arc recovered completely in the next instant, and it wasn't the kind of situation where her heart and body were immortal.

Even Lu Bu and Guan Yu couldn't sustain themselves through the drain of denying their own death multiple times. Yet Joan of Arc has been resurrected four or five times, her power showing no signs of waning. Is she even human?

Joan of Arc's expression turned even more unpleasant.

"You're the monster! How could such a powerful being as you exist in this world!" Joan of Arc felt that she had truly opened her eyes.

She had already resorted to a desperate, risky tactic, but Dian Wei was completely unharmed; the two were simply not on the same level.

If she hadn't embodied the nascent form of the empire's will, she would have been killed by Dian Wei by now.

"This can't go on!"

Dian Wei glanced at the Yuanzhu Emperor's Imperial Guards, who were now completely suppressed. Although they were not good at commanding troops, he could still see the basic situation.

If things continue like this, they will undoubtedly be defeated; things have actually developed into this bizarre situation.

Looking at Joan of Arc before him, Dian Wei gritted his teeth and directly peeled Xing Tian off his body.

Since they cannot defeat Joan of Arc, there is no point in combining them. It would be better to release Xing Tian to deal with the Knights of Saint Michael.

As Xing Tian separated from Dian Wei's body, Dian Wei's aura plummeted, and his combat power returned to its normal level.

"Die!" Joan of Arc grabbed the holy banner and charged directly at Dian Wei. Her intuition told her that Dian Wei was no match for her now.

In terms of combat strength, even if she is currently suppressed, she is still far superior to Dian Wei.

"clang!"

Joan of Arc's holy banners fell like raindrops. Without the protection of his divine power and divine form, Dian Wei was at a disadvantage and was overwhelmed by Joan of Arc, with several cuts instantly appearing on his body.

Dian Wei is a top-tier expert in cultivation. Although he can't recover directly like Joan of Arc, this injury is nothing to him.

"Prepare to die!" Joan of Arc's attacks grew stronger with each strike.

Dian Wei's face turned ashen; he hadn't even noticed it when he was suppressing Joan of Arc.

The moment he was suppressed by Joan of Arc reminded him of Lü Bu, who grew stronger with each battle, like a stone rolling down a hillside, constantly increasing in speed.

His judgment was correct; Joan of Arc and he were evenly matched, but the holy banner Joan of Arc carried was simply a divine weapon beyond measure.

Dian Wei was beaten into a sorry state, with wounds constantly appearing on his body, and the healing process becoming increasingly slow.

"go to hell!"

Joan of Arc combined all her accumulated power and hurled it directly at Dian Wei.

"How could I possibly be defeated by you!"

Dian Wei roared like a tiger, threw away his shield, concentrated all his strength into his fist, and smashed it directly at Joan of Arc's holy banner.

"boom!"

Soldiers within a few dozen paces of each other were blasted away by an irresistible force.

Dian Wei's body was riddled with holes, blood gushing from his wounds, as he stood on the ground, exuding an extremely brutal aura.

Joan of Arc stared in shock at the holy banner in her hand, which had been bent by the blow.

"How dare you desecrate this sacred object!"

Joan of Arc's body was engulfed in a blazing holy flame; she could not accept that the sacred object bestowed upon her by the gods had been destroyed by Dian Wei.

Although it did not break directly, the flag head showed a noticeable bend.

"You should worry about your subordinates first!" Dian Wei said to Joan of Arc with a mocking look on his face.

During the time he was being overwhelmed by Joan of Arc, Xing Tian's Dharma Image had already begun to dominate within Saint Michael's Legion.

"Ah!" Saint Michael's soldiers were powerless to resist the appearance of Xing Tian, ​​and could only scream in agony as Xing Tian slaughtered them.

During the time Joan of Arc and Dian Wei were fighting, more than two hundred soldiers died at the hands of Xing Tian Fa Xiang.

Keep in mind that the two legions had fought to the death for so long and the casualties were only around three hundred. Xing Tian alone changed the situation.

Under Xing Tian's leadership, the Saint Michael Legion was completely unable to maintain its complete structure, and the situation on both sides underwent a dramatic reversal.

Saint Michael's formation was completely destroyed, the blessing of the cloud weakened, and the originally powerful holy light could no longer achieve its intended effect.

The Imperial Guards, originally tasked with forging the Emperor's defenses, began to turn the tide, and the battle lines were suddenly pushed back.

This situation, in Guildre's eyes, was naturally extremely dangerous.

"Haha, General Dian, well done!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Xun immediately began a large-scale troop mobilization, making it clear that he would stop at nothing to eliminate Joan of Arc.

"All troops advance!" Gildrei's last thought snapped, and he immediately ordered the entire army to advance.

An attack would expose a weakness, and Lu Xun smoothly turned the situation into a siege and reinforcement attack.

Gildre sensed the danger, but it was too late.

Zhu Ling also took the opportunity to destroy the core of the magic array, eliminating Lu Xun's worries. Ling Tong led his personal guards to break through the defensive line and rush towards Gildre.

Joan of Arc, facing the enemy, abandoned Dian Wei and blocked Xing Tian's slaughter. However, as Dian Wei and Xing Tian merged again, Joan of Arc once again became a punching bag.

The situation has completely reversed since the advent of single-core processors.

"Your Highness, I've come to save you!" Charlemagne led the Holy Knights to the battlefield, launching a powerful flank attack to suppress the offensive of the Yuanzhu Emperor's guards.

Charlemagne, wielding the Holy Sword, charged towards Dian Wei and unleashed the combined power of the thirteen Holy Swords upon him.

He unleashed all the anger and power he had accumulated.

The explosive power exceeded all of Charlemagne II's previous limits, unleashing the most powerful blow of his life.

However, such an attack did not leave a mark on Dian Wei; on the contrary, Charlemagne II was injured by the recoil.

"Foolish!"

Dian Wei conjured a black shield and slammed it down on Charlemagne II. Charlemagne II's steed was instantly shattered, and he fell to the ground, whereupon Dian Wei knocked him unconscious with a single blow from a distance.

"How can this be……"

Charlemagne II stared in disbelief at Dian Wei's godlike figure, then his head lolled to the side and he fainted. (End of Chapter)