Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"Baron Giles, this is not the attitude of cooperation!"

Lu Xun's voice reached Gildre's ears at a leisurely pace.

"Marshal Lu, please forgive him. Charlemagne has just woken up and his mind is still not clear. Please don't take it to heart."

Charlemagne glared at Gillespie, but was powerless to resist.

His internal energy was already sealed, and Dian Wei crippled his mobility with a single move, leaving him unable to move and lying motionless in a chair.

"Just this once, never happen again!"

Lu Xun knew that Gildre was also holding onto the hope of the worst, but it was just a desperate struggle in his death throes, and it seemed that he had no other choice.

He himself possessed internal energy that could leave his body, so dealing with Charlemagne II, who had no internal energy, would be a piece of cake.

Not to mention that Dian Wei, his top bodyguard, was always by his side. Even if Charlemagne's internal energy was fully restored, Dian Wei could still easily handle him.

The Dharma Form's combat prowess has been fully demonstrated.

On the original battlefield, under the suppression of the cloud formations, even a fierce general like Dian Wei could perish if surrounded by hundreds of soldiers with military spirits and three talents.

With the Dharma Image now in hand, one can directly charge into the formation and wreak havoc.

Unless it's the Miracle Legion or a top expert like Joan of Arc who possesses the embryonic form of the Empire's will, there's simply no way to fight against a top powerhouse like Dian Wei who carries the divine power of a dharma form.

He truly achieved the goal of having an entire army from a single person.

The Dharma Image truly began to change the battlefield landscape, bringing top-tier generals back to the forefront, making it truly a case of "a thousand soldiers are easy to find, but a single general is hard to come by."

Currently, there are very few generals who can control the Dharma form, definitely no more than ten at most, but the significance they can bring is completely different.

Now, with Dian Wei and the original Imperial Guards, they have the resources to entangle and hinder the Miracle Legion.

Previously, even if Guan Yu, who was most closely bound to his personal guards, personally led his elite swordsmen, they would only have the strength to fight against the miracle, and there was little chance of resisting the miracle's breakthrough.

"Thank you, Marshal Lu!" Gilderley bowed to Lu Xun.

"I wonder what brings you here today, Marshal?" Gildre asked, straightening up with neither servility nor arrogance.

"If Marshal Lu is here to persuade us to surrender and serve you, there's no need for him to say a word!"

Lu Xun has been coming almost every day these days, and each time he pulls Gildre aside and talks about random things, trying to persuade him to surrender completely.

But today, Lu Xun gave Gilderley a completely different feeling.

“I am not here today to persuade you to surrender. I know that you are not loyal to the kingdom, but to your Joan of Arc.”

When Lu Xun got to this point, he raised one finger.

"I've come today to ask you a question: if the kings' orders contradict the Holy Maiden's, whose orders do you listen to?"

“Of course we’ll listen to Her Highness!” Gildrei said without hesitation.

“You are quite frank!” Lu Xun was also taken aback, not expecting Gildre to answer so quickly, without even hesitating.

"We were saved by Her Highness the Holy Maiden, so naturally we are loyal to Her Highness the Holy Maiden."

"Then, whose advice do you take, that deity or that holy maiden?" Lu Xun asked another question.

"Her Highness the Holy Maiden is the spokesperson of the gods, so naturally we only believe in Her Highness the Holy Maiden!"

"That's great!"

A smile appeared on Lu Xun's lips. His preparations over the past few days had not been in vain. He had finally learned the real problem of Joan of Arc from Gillespie.

If even a general like Gildre was like this, how fanatical must the lower-ranking soldiers have been?

Having obtained the information he wanted, Lu Xun began his routine persuasion to surrender.

However, both Gilderew and Charlemagne were adamant in their stance and had no intention of submitting to Xinghan.

"What would it take for you two to be willing to join us?"

“Unless Her Highness gives the order, it is absolutely impossible!” Gildre refused categorically.

Lu Xun tried to persuade him to no avail, and left with Dian Wei.

"Marshal, why are you so concerned about these two?" Dian Wei asked, somewhat puzzled.

"You should be able to tell that neither of them will surrender!"

In his eyes, Gilderew and Charlemagne II were already prisoners, and not worth Lu Xun's great effort.

"Hehehe, General Dian, a strong fortress is often prone to collapse from within. The reason I have been trying to persuade you to surrender for so many days is only to confirm some of my suspicions."

"If we were willing to take the initiative to seek peace and divide the land among ourselves, would those so-called kings and nobles be willing to negotiate?"

Dian Wei was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then nodded.

"They would be more than happy to do that!"

A smile appeared on Lu Xun's face.

"When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked."

"During the fall of the kingdom, those royalty and nobles may have been able to tolerate the actions of Joan of Arc, the savior."

"But if we agree to peace talks, and lose the external threat, Joan of Arc, who is recruiting soldiers and uniting the people, will become a thorn in the side of those royal families and nobles."

Dian Wei shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand, but he knew that Lu Xun was up to no good.

Lu Xun didn't mind; sometimes taking a step back is for a better charge.

He absolutely could not allow Joan of Arc to continue fighting, thus incubating the embryonic form of the imperial will, nor could he allow these kingdoms to be completely unified.

Now that Gilderew and Charlemagne II are in his hands, he can certainly use this to his advantage.

Soon, news that Lu Xun had requested peace talks and was willing to return the prisoners reached Joan of Arc's capital.

The group of royalty and nobles were overjoyed; Lu Xun's willingness to negotiate was practically divine intervention.

Living in the shadow of uncertainty, they were all going crazy.

"We are willing to talk!"

The envoy ignored the terrified royalty and nobles.

"You don't deserve it! You bunch of worthless insects!"

Many nobles and nobles were furious when they heard this. The veins on their clenched fists bulged, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The envoy completely ignored the princes and nobles who were furious at being insulted, and bowed respectfully to Joan of Arc.

"The Marshal asked me to express my respect for your greatness!" The messenger also admired Joan of Arc from the bottom of his heart.

Despite Lu Xun's best efforts, Joan of Arc still managed to break through the encirclement and even trained a miraculous army, though it's estimated that it has already fallen due to insufficient resources.

But once there's one, there's bound to be two; it can be treated as a miracle legion.

These are all extremely powerful figures in the Star River, so the envoy had no choice but to show them respect.

"I admire your strength!"

Joan of Arc was taken aback, not expecting Lu Xun to praise them first. However, she was not exaggerating; the other side had defeated them almost fair and square, especially Dian Wei, who had left a very deep impression on her.

“Your Highness, my marshal said that he admires your abilities. Even in such a desperate situation, you were still able to turn the tide and create miracles. He admires you from the bottom of his heart and only wants to talk to you!”

“My marshal said that as long as you are willing to negotiate, we can cede half of the territory under our jurisdiction and swear that we will never start a war within ten years.”

The envoy's words immediately silenced the previously angry nobles, who feared they might jeopardize the peace talks.

What are the conditions for peace talks?

Joan of Arc was slightly tempted, but instinctively sensed the malice in Lu Xun's peace proposal.

"You are crowned Empress, and we are now allies, sharing the territory of many small countries with Liye City as the boundary!"

“Absurd!” Joan of Arc coldly rebuked.

Even the princes and nobles cursed and condemned Lu Xun's wolfish ambitions.

The envoy remained standing there, unhurried.

"If you are unwilling to be crowned Empress, then don't blame us for demanding exorbitant prices!" the envoy said calmly.

People always prefer compromises; they propose an impossible thing first, so that they can move on to other things.

"First, you shall bear the responsibility for compensating our fallen soldiers and covering the army's expenses!" The envoy held up one finger.

After a brief discussion, the nobles and princes agreed.

The messengers ignored them completely, only looking at Joan of Arc.

Many nobles and nobles were furious, but in the end they could only nod to Joan of Arc, indicating that she agreed.

"Yes!" Joan of Arc nodded in agreement.

"Secondly, Gilderley and Charlemagne are both rare talents. Although they were captured by our army, our general greatly admires them and intends to send them to serve the empire in the rear. Therefore, their entire families must be handed over to our army!"

Joan of Arc's expression changed instantly, while the many nobles on the other side simply discussed it briefly before agreeing.

"Can!"

Joan of Arc opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

After all, Gilderley and Charlemagne II were already in Lu Xun's hands. If what Lu Xun said was true, it would be a good place for them, since they now knew that the Star Han Empire was a very powerful empire.

The envoy sneered a few times, not at all surprised by the attitude of the princes and nobles. Lu Xun had already simulated it before he came, and his attitude was no different from theirs.

"Finally, there are the people. We need ten thousand craftsmen and thirty thousand slaves!"

"can!"

None of the conditions were actually very favorable, but these nobles and princes agreed to them very quickly, as if they were afraid that Lu Xun's side would turn back.

The two sides successfully signed the alliance agreement. Joan of Arc pressed her handprint on the document, frowning as she pondered Lu Xun's intentions.

But it wasn't until Joan of Arc saw the knights looting house to house and taking away the entire farmer's family that she realized what was happening.

Only then did he understand Lu Xun's sinister intentions.

He had calculated that he would help the farmer.

Even so, Joan of Arc still couldn't resist.

"Stop it, all of you! What are you doing?!" Joan of Arc stopped the royal knights.

"Your Highness, we are carrying out His Majesty's orders to collect the costs stipulated in the peace treaty you signed!"

These words shattered the hopes of the farmers whose eyes had been filled with optimism.

"You..." Even with Joan of Arc's strength, she felt dizzy for a moment and could only watch helplessly as these knights took her away.

Only then did Joan of Arc realize that the messenger's claims of admiration for her were all nonsense; his real purpose was to destroy her.

After signing the peace terms, she was no longer a savior saint, but a traitor.

Because of Lu Xun and his group's attitude, the nobles and princes also became somewhat distant from Joan of Arc.

Under Lu Xun's deliberate guidance, Joan of Arc stood on the opposite side of these princes and nobles, while the signed contract placed her on the opposite side of the common people.

But she couldn't stop them; she could have saved them.

But if the peace treaty is broken and war breaks out again, even more people will die.

This is a situation that Lu Xun realized Joan of Arc couldn't resolve after talking with Gillespie and Charlemagne.

Joan of Arc was essentially still that kind-hearted village girl.

She gained the knowledge of the gods, but not their divinity.

If Joan of Arc were to truly replace these nobles and be crowned empress, Lu Xun would indeed intend to retreat.

But Joan of Arc was stuck in this in-between position, unable to do anything and nothing at all.

She can only serve as a banner against foreign enemies.

A thousand miles away, Lu Xun wore a cold smile as he placed a black piece on the chessboard.

Guo Jia, sitting opposite him, casually placed a white piece on the board: "Now that I've returned with the vanguard, why would you do something like this?"

“Isn’t the counter-espionage strategy something a commander should master?” Lu Xun picked up a black chess piece.

"And you came back much earlier than planned!"

Lu Xun was also very curious as to why Guo Jia and the others had suddenly returned. According to the original plan, it would have taken Guo Jia and the others at least half a year to settle things over there.

"You might not believe it, but the Trapped Camp has achieved a miracle!"

Guo Jia's words caused Lu Xun's chess piece to fall onto the chessboard.

"Are miracles as common as cabbage now? So easy to achieve?" A look of bewilderment appeared on Lu Xun's face.

"I also find it hard to understand. After General Gao Shun led the Trapped Camp to crush the enemy, it seemed as if he had naturally entered a state of miracles!"

Guo Jia shook his head. He had come for rehabilitation training, but in the end, the super intelligence told him that he should just use the super brain.

And that was indeed the case; the Trapped Camp swept through all the enemies, reducing the originally planned six-month campaign to more than half.

"What exactly did you encounter?" Lu Xun lost all interest in playing chess, his mind filled with curiosity about Guo Jia's strange encounter.

"To be honest, I don't know!" Guo Jia shrugged.

"I was handling official business in the city that day when General Gao led his troops out to sweep through the area. It was a miracle when they returned!"

"You didn't ask?" Lu Xun was a little confused.

"I asked, but I forgot?" Guo Jia's words left Lu Xun even more bewildered.

"It's the brain's natural protective mechanism. When I encounter complicated things, it automatically blocks out memories. But I can retrieve them. Do you want to see them?" Guo Jia tapped his head.

The aftereffects of his injury are still too great; he hasn't yet recovered to his normal level. (End of Chapter)