Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

In the church where Joan of Arc resided, the messenger cautiously approached and spoke to Joan, who was praying with her eyes closed.

"Your Highness, the King requests a meeting tonight to discuss the details of this reparations payment!"

"I understand, I will keep my appointment on time," Joan of Arc replied without opening her eyes.

"Then I won't bother you any longer!"

The messenger cautiously withdrew.

"My lord, am I really doing the right thing?"

Joan of Arc was completely bewildered, her azure eyes now bloodshot.

Joan of Arc was never able to get over the sight of the royal knights plundering civilians.

Negotiations with Lu Xun were clearly the fastest way to achieve peace, a decision built on the sacrifices of countless soldiers.

Joan of Arc could not deny the peace talks; she wanted to defeat Lu Xun, but the defeat in the final battle had completely eroded the confidence of the nobles.

Especially when Lu Xun made it clear that Joan of Arc's subordinates only listened to Joan of Arc, the king realized the threat Joan of Arc posed to him.

The coalition was composed of several countries, and the reason it was previously led by King Franks was because of Joan of Arc.

The king found himself becoming almost superfluous.

The attitudes of the envoys sent by Lu Xun towards both sides speak volumes, especially Lu Xun's proposal, which seems to be the best way for Joan of Arc to resolve her dilemma.

The king did not know what Joan of Arc was thinking, but he was certain that he had no favors for her and could not even think of any reason why she would be loyal to him.

So the king panicked and was eager to get rid of Joan of Arc and all the traitors within her ranks.

The peace treaty and reparations were signed in Joan of Arc's name, so the king shifted all the blame onto Joan of Arc.

The original savior seemed to have become a disloyal and unjust traitor overnight.

The king originally thought this would suppress Joan of Arc's prestige, but he soon discovered that none of those who knew Joan of Arc were affected.

This discovery made the king even more wary, and he was terrified that Joan of Arc would stage a coup.

So the king held a banquet, gathering all the resources at his disposal.

Halfway through the meeting, Joan of Arc suddenly felt dizzy.

"Someone poisoned me?"

In the next instant, more than a dozen shadows darted out from the surroundings, and layers of magic arrays appeared on the ground, with everyone's aura locking onto Joan of Arc.

"What are you doing? I'm here for a meeting!" Joan of Arc roared.

"Protect His Majesty the King!"

The sudden turn of events caused Joan of Arc to abruptly rise. She was about to check on the king when she noticed his eyes, which were as deep and unfathomable as an ancient pool.

"Joan of Arc, do you know your crime?"

The king looked at Joan of Arc calmly, as if she were a dead woman.

"You want to kill me?" Joan of Arc's eyes showed disbelief.

"It's not that I want to kill you, but Lu Xun wants you as the basis for peace talks. For the sake of the people of all nations, Joan of Arc... surrender!"

The king directly pinned the blame on Lu Xun.

Lu Xun, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed and looked up in confusion, wondering who was plotting against him.

He never expected that his counter-espionage plan would be so successful; a mere wave of public opinion forced King Frank to kill Joan of Arc.

He originally estimated that it would take three or four more attempts to see results.

"For the people?" Joan of Arc swayed slightly, thinking of the people who had been arrested, and dejectedly gave up resisting.

If peace talks can sacrifice these civilians, then when it comes to sacrificing her, how could she possibly back down?

If it's truly possible to exchange her life for peace, perhaps... that's an option too.

If everyone can make sacrifices, why can't she?

When Joan of Arc was captured, a look of surprise flashed across the king's face that he himself did not notice.

He even anticipated his failure and expected Joan of Arc to fight desperately, but he never imagined that Joan of Arc would actually give up.

A pang of regret arose in the king's heart. Had he really made the right decision?

But it's too late for regrets now.

The king ordered Joan of Arc to be imprisoned in the dungeon, and then announced to everyone that Joan of Arc was willing to bear all sins and was determined to sacrifice herself in order to return to the embrace of the gods.

The execution was to take place in the central square of the capital, and almost everyone who had seen Joan of Arc came to the execution site.

Joan of Arc stood calmly on the torch platform, looking at the pairs of sorrowful and hateful eyes in the hall.

Because it was Joan of Arc's own choice, Saint Michael's soldiers could only watch helplessly as Joan of Arc stood on the torch platform.

There was no need to cause trouble; that was Joan of Arc's order to them.

Joan of Arc simply did not want to see anyone bleed and die anymore.

"God, perhaps returning to your side is a good decision."

Joan of Arc felt somewhat weary as she listened to the people who denounced her as a traitor.

Those treaties were indeed signed by her, and everything that is happening now is indeed her doing.

It was precisely because of her failure that everything collapsed.

"Hahaha, Joan of Arc, I never thought you'd have this day!" A nobleman who had been punished by Joan of Arc stood in front of her.

No one was willing to take on the task of executing Joan of Arc, but he volunteered. He would never forget the humiliation of being ordered by Joan of Arc to be punished in front of everyone.

Today he will return this humiliation to Joan of Arc in full.

He certainly wouldn't dare lay a hand on Joan of Arc under the watchful eyes of Saint Michael's soldiers and so many others.

But he had another way.

As the torches ignited the pyre and the flames spread to Joan of Arc, he took a few steps forward.

I originally wanted to see Joan of Arc's face contorted in agony from the flames, and to record her ugly state before her death.

However, all he saw was a calm face.

Joan of Arc's powers had been sealed away, and she was no different from an ordinary person at this moment. Even the Holy Banner was not in Joan of Arc's hands, but in the hands of the King.

This sacred object, untouchable by others, could only be approached by the king with minimal effort, and was now witnessing Joan of Arc's execution in his hands.

The smug nobleman spoke quietly to Joan of Arc.

"Let me tell you something: actually, that wretched Easterner didn't mention anything about you at all!"

"You are being killed now simply because you threatened His Majesty the King's power. How about that? Aren't you happy? Your death is meaningless!"

"Once you're dead, I'll arrest all those lowly people and make them all serve your so-called god, just like you!"

Joan of Arc opened her eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief and fury.

She sensed the malice in the other person's words, and her intuition told her that what they said was true.

She had never doubted the king before, because she had been taught from childhood to be loyal to him. So the first thing she did after receiving divine knowledge was to raise an army, gather people to pledge their loyalty to the king, and fight against Lu Xun.

This underlying reason prevented her from doubting anything the king said, and even her intuition, which could see through Lu Xun's spiritual talent, selectively failed.

Now, she has learned the truth from the other party.

The last shackle that had bound her collapsed, and all her humanity crumbled in that instant. The girl named Jeanne Darc fell into endless self-isolation.

The betrayal was far too heavy a blow for Jeanne Darc.

"Lord, I entrust this body to you—after despair comes hope!"

After Jeanne Darc fled, the previously dormant divinity began to awaken.

The power inherited from the gods began to surge, and divinity took over Joan of Arc's body.

Joan of Arc opened her eyes, her gaze devoid of any emotion, only icy coldness remained.

She is Joan of Arc, yet she is not Joan of Arc.

He is the god Joan of Arc worshipped, but he is also the embodiment of Joan of Arc's own divinity, regardless of what she was before.

But at this moment, she is Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc who is not swayed by any emotions.

"Cheers! Cheers to our hatred!"

The flames that had been wrapped around Joan of Arc shot into the sky, the girl's anger at being betrayed turning into real flames.

The holy banner of the iris in the king's hand burst forth with scorching holy flames and turned to ashes.

The nascent imperial will within the holy banner transformed into a streak of light and landed beside Joan of Arc.

The so-called holy banner was always just a vehicle; the true embodiment of the imperial will was Joan of Arc herself.

The nascent imperial will, mixed with the flames within Joan of Arc, soared into the sky, shimmering with dazzling brilliance.

"Obey my command! Wipe out all enemies for me!"

At Joan of Arc's call, the spirits of Saint Michael's soldiers surged together, and a brilliant light descended upon them, transforming into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.

"Stop her!" the king roared angrily.

But how could the knights of the Royal Knights possibly stop a group of miraculous soldiers? The ferocious Saint Michael completely crushed the members of the Royal Knights in less than a quarter of an hour.

Are you planning a rebellion?

The king roared loudly, but none of Saint Michael's soldiers paid any attention and dragged the king directly in front of Joan of Arc.

The king raised his head and looked into Joan of Arc's emotionless eyes. A sudden fear flashed through his mind; the nightmare that had echoed countless times had actually come true.

"Tell me all your evil deeds, and I will judge you!"

As Joan of Arc's words, filled with divinity, fell, reality distorted in that instant. The king, as if possessed, uttered all the sins.

The people, who had been deceived, were shocked by the king's words. They had never imagined that the king had done so many shameful things.

"You are guilty!"

Beneath Joan of Arc's cold words lay the king's face, contorted with extreme fear.

Holy flames shot into the sky, and the king was burned to ashes.

Joan of Arc bent down, erected the king's crown, and then placed it directly on her own head.

"From this day forward, I will lead this kingdom to victory!"

"All treaties previously made because of these corrupt nobles are hereby abolished!"

"France will prevail!"

Joan of Arc raised the banner formed from flames in her hand.

The crown and the flag resonated in a wondrous way, and the original rudimentary form of imperial will shone brightly at this moment, taking full shape.

All those who had been watching Joan of Arc's execution knelt before her, and at that moment Joan of Arc crowned herself Queen of France.

Originally, the king broadcast the entire event live in order to condemn Joan of Arc to death, and even Lu Xun managed to get a copy of the broadcast.

However, this very action became the opportunity for Joan of Arc to gain everyone's approval.

When the king's crimes were exposed, Joan of Arc was completely exonerated, her prestige completely replaced the king's, and she became the only support in the hearts of the people.

Joan of Arc, in turn, crowned herself by upholding the will of the empire.

"What a show!"

Lu Xun's face was ashen. He couldn't understand why Joan of Arc, who was almost dead, suddenly seemed to have a burst of energy and crowned herself empress.

All previous attempts to sow discord had completely failed, and Joan of Arc had even become more powerful. The original embryonic form of the imperial will had completely materialized into the imperial will.

"This is probably the god that Joan of Arc worshipped..."

Chen Gong frowned. He had come with Lu Bu and First Yellow Heaven. Mu Yi was worried about Guo Jia's condition and asked Chen Gong to come and check on him to see if he could help Guo Jia regain his form on the battlefield.

After all, Guo Jia is now just used to not using his brain, and this rusty state needs a little lubricant to get things running again.

"According to the intelligence we obtained from the Himalayas, the gods of this world should all be reincarnations of sacred songs. Shiva is one, and so is Joan of Arc..."

"If I'm not mistaken, what Joan of Arc meant by encountering divine awakening was probably accidentally being possessed by the reincarnation of a hymn, and then by chance absorbing everything about that hymn."

"Only in this way can we explain why Joan of Arc went from an ordinary girl to such a powerful being. Martial prowess can be explained by talent, but knowledge cannot be converted into talent."

Chen Gong solemnly expressed his guess: no wonder the Tang Dynasty was so wary of the reincarnation of the Holy Song.

These things really are incredibly resilient.

They were utterly defeated in the ancient times, yet now they're reincarnated to cause trouble. It's really a headache.

"What great luck!"

Lu Xun was overwhelmed; knowing Joan of Arc's true situation was of no help to him whatsoever.

He knew very well that Joan of Arc would become very powerful, and a brand new empire might be about to appear before their eyes.

"Let's ask for help. We can handle a loose kingdom, but a unified empire is beyond our capabilities."

Chen Gong sighed. He felt like a jinx, encountering such great trouble as soon as he arrived.

A newly emerging empire was completely beyond Lu Xun's ability to conquer.

The two sides are no longer on the same level in terms of size.

If it were anyone else, Lu Xun would definitely have sent troops immediately, after all, he had the support of the two great miracles, the First Yellow Heaven and the Trapped Formation.

Taking advantage of the internal strife on the other side, we might be able to take them down in one fell swoop.

As for peace talks and treaties, since the deal wasn't finalized and Joan of Arc's declaration had unilaterally broken off the peace talks, Lu Xun had a legitimate reason to attack.

But the problem was Joan of Arc, and Lu Xun was well aware of Joan of Arc's charisma.

He even wondered if everyone on the other side would immediately bow down to him after today, since he had personally witnessed Joan of Arc's leadership.

Now that she's been given the buff of voluntarily sacrificing herself for the people, even Lu Xun had a fleeting thought of wanting to join Joan of Arc, let alone the others.

Therefore, Lu Xun's attack on Joan of Arc at this moment would actually help Joan, allowing her to solidify her position and shift the conflict outwards. (End of Chapter)