Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"Hahahaha! What a weak miracle!"

Ma Chao once again charged into Saint Michael's camp, thrusting his spear through the head of a soldier and laughing arrogantly.

"Are you really a miracle?" Ma Chao asked, a question that came from the depths of his soul.

Two waves of attacks resulted in an exchange ratio between Saint Michael and the Liangzhou Iron Cavalry that was almost one to one, which was practically impossible for a miracle legion.

Ma Chao wielded his spear in a dazzling display, and the soldiers of Saint Michael around him were unable to restrain him, being forcefully suppressed by Ma Chao.

Joan of Arc remained unfazed, completely ignoring Ma Chao's taunts. She spurred her horse forward, her spear bursting with crimson flames, and slammed it down on Ma Chao.

"boom!"

Sensing a deadly threat, Ma Chao unleashed all his power, and a raging thunderbolt erupted in an instant, with thousands of lightning bolts surging around his spear.

The spear tips collided violently, and blinding lightning and holy light shone at the same moment, almost illuminating the heavens and the earth.

"Pfft~" Ma Chao's internal energy surged, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

A charred mark appeared on Joan of Arc's body, clearly indicating that she had also been injured by the lightning. In the next instant, she was swept away without a trace by the holy light.

Ma Chao's brows furrowed with gloom. Dian Wei had previously told them about Joan of Arc's abilities; her abnormal regenerative abilities were a formidable threat.

Now that he saw it with his own eyes, Ma Chao felt that the situation was extremely troublesome.

If this fight continues, he'll probably be killed by his opponent in less than thirty moves. His opponent doesn't defend at all and is only focused on exchanging blows.

With this fighting style, Ma Chao was no match for Joan of Arc.

"Don't linger in battle, break through!" Ma Chao took a deep breath and gave the order to retreat.

Although Ma Chao was unwilling, he knew what was important and could not risk sacrificing the Liangzhou cavalry behind him just to fight with Joan of Arc.

He knew very well that the biggest advantage of the Liangzhou Iron Cavalry was their charge attack. Once they were dragged into a protracted war, their combat effectiveness would immediately decline, and they would definitely be thoroughly beaten by Saint Michael's Legion.

Meanwhile, Gabriel, now possessed by an archangel, has begun a roundabout approach to his strategy, as he simply cannot defeat Lü Bu head-on.

Lu Bu didn't need any commands; he directly charged towards Gabriel in his Tiger Form and launched a fierce attack.

With the blessing of the Archangel's image, Gabriel is undoubtedly the most powerful fighter in France on this battlefield; even Joan of Arc, imbued with the will of the Empire, is no match for him.

But he encountered Lü Bu, who nearly hung him up and whipped him.

Lu Bu was stronger than him, and he was completely focused on the fight.

I am stronger than you, and my methods are more comprehensive than yours. What makes you think you can fight against me?
The archangel image behind Gabriel not only had its wings broken, but even its compassionate face was covered with numerous crack-like marks.

"No...no...how could a mere mortal be so strong?"

Gabriel was going crazy. The paladin couldn't beat the Trapped Camp, he couldn't beat Lu Bu, and if he faced them head-on, he would only be beaten.

If it weren't for the enthusiastic cannon fodder around them sharing the burden, they would have been scattered by now.

Lu Bu frowned as he looked at Gabriel, who was avoiding battle, and for a moment he had no good way to deal with him.

After being empowered with the Vajra Tiger Dharma Image, he was indeed a one-man army, but that didn't mean he could actually charge into a large army alone. He might not die, but he would certainly be in a very sorry state.

Gabriel himself was quite skilled, and even if Lü Bu chased after him alone, he certainly wouldn't be able to kill him in a few moves. If he were surrounded, he would be dragged into the fray as well. As a result, Lü Bu could only vent his anger on the fearless and fanatical cannon fodder around him.

As the halberd swept across the land, hordes of his fanatical followers perished. In less than a quarter of an hour, Lü Bu had personally killed over five hundred cannon fodder.

Even the most fearless warriors couldn't help but show fear when they saw Lü Bu.

Lu Xun had now relieved himself of the pressure, and Lü Bu and the vanguard's triumphant advance had freed Sun Ce, who then led the Jie Fan Army to return to reinforce the area.

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang also reorganized their formation amidst the chaos.

Including Lu Xun's main force, five powerful legions began to surround Saint Michael, led by Joan of Arc.

Although he might not be able to kill Joan of Arc and Saint Michael, Lu Xun was certain that his safety was not in question.

Lu Xun felt even more admiration for Bai Qi, who had turned a seemingly hopeless situation into a close one.

Although from a strategic point of view, a draw is also a loss, they were outmaneuvered from the start, so maintaining a draw is already the best possible outcome.

Just as Lu Xun was thinking this, a white wave suddenly appeared on the horizon.

"Where righteousness leads, life and death shall suffice! Heaven bears witness, and the white horse shall be our testament!"

The earth-shaking slogans resounded like thunder, covering dozens of miles. At that moment, the wind surged, and the rolling thunder, along with the pure white waves, surged from the horizon.

"Hahaha, reinforcements have arrived, victory is just around the corner!"

Lu Xun was taken aback at first, then burst into wild laughter.

He almost forgot that although they were some distance away from Bai Qi and ordinary troops couldn't get there in time, the White Horse Cavalry could.

Although these tens of thousands of White Horse Cavalry are, to put it bluntly, just a dual-talent legion and an Imperial Guard legion, their existence at this moment is even more significant than military spirit and triple talent.

"You like to divert the rear guard's forces to the front guard. Let's see how you deal with the White Horse Army now!" Lu Xun said to Shen Zhende with a hint of sarcasm.

Admittedly, they suffered greatly because of the opponent's ability to mobilize and transfer power, and even suffered repeated defeats at one point.

But now the offense and defense have changed. A group of cannon fodder who have contributed almost all their strength are almost no different from ordinary soldiers. How can a group of ordinary soldiers fight against the White Horse Cavalry who come and go like the wind?

"Fire arrows!"

The officers in the rear guard, both alarmed and furious, ordered the archers to fire, attempting to force the White Horse Cavalry back and buy them more time to regroup.

However, the moment they fired, the White Horse Cavalry completely bypassed the point of impact of the arrow rain. The White Horse Cavalry could visually change from the size of a rabbit to the size of a human in the blink of an eye. It was impossible for anyone other than a top archer to aim at or predict them.

"kill!"

The White Horse Cavalry launched a fierce charge, and the two armies were so closely intertwined that even if Joan of Arc wanted to retreat to the rear, it would take time.

The white horse's speed was far faster than the speed of the power flow.

Faced with a large number of French soldiers who, though arrayed, were practically no better than grunts, the white horse ruthlessly swung its sword and slashed and reaped the spoils.

In the blink of an eye, before most of the soldiers could even react, the White Horse Cavalry's swords had already fallen.

Even if it wasn't the strongest White Horse Army spirit, it still possessed the power of divine speed.

In an instant, the blade flashed and blood splattered. In almost three breaths, the white horse charged from one side of the French rear guard to the other.

A gap of about a thousand meters appeared in the French rear guard's formation.

In just three breaths, the White Horse Cavalry had killed over a thousand people.

Regardless of whether you're an archer, heavy infantry, or spearman, at the level of a mere grunt, even forming a battle formation is meaningless. A flash of light can slice through even warhorses, almost turning everything into fragments.

The bloody passage was filled with severed limbs and blood splattered all the French soldiers who were still alive on the outside. This near-extreme killing speed was the deterrent and efficiency that the White Horse pursued. They were a true killing force!
The ultimate light cavalry, the epitome of speed, the embodiment of killing efficiency, the swift white horse!
Almost no legion in the world could withstand such a horrific slaughter, where in a matter of breaths another legion wipes out the majority of its forces in an unstoppable frontal assault.

Even a group of believers who had reached a fanatical level of devotion to Joan of Arc were no exception.

Their fear even overwhelmed their fanaticism.

Especially those fanatical believers who were lucky enough to escape with their lives were trembling all over. Their comrades who were fighting side by side just a moment ago were cut into pieces in an instant. No one could remain calm.

"So this is your last trump card?"

Joan of Arc glanced at the tragic state of the rear army, but looked at Lu Xun without wavering.

Lu Xun felt uneasy. He saw an almost calm indifference in Joan of Arc's eyes.

It was as if the terrifying killing efficiency of the White Horse Cavalry was not worth mentioning at all.

"Now that you've run out of tricks, it's our turn!"

Joan of Arc reined in her horse and stopped. Lu Xun's unease became more and more obvious. He sensed that Joan of Arc was about to unleash her trump card.

"God said: Rise from the dead!"

Above the army appeared the phantom of an archangel, holding a divine decree in his mouth, as if a god were issuing a judgment.

A pillar of light shot straight into the sky, followed by the phantom of an archangel spreading his hands, and a holy radiance covered the entire battlefield.

To Lu Xun's astonishment, all the French soldiers who had died in battle had come back to life.

Even the soldiers who had been chopped into mincemeat returned to normal, as if their previous deaths were just an illusion.

The already chaotic battlefield became even more chaotic because of Joan of Arc's almost miraculous move.

Those fanatical believers, after witnessing the miracle, began to undergo a fundamental transformation; they became true fanatics, and their will began to transform and coalesce into a unified whole.

Driven by this will, almost all soldiers developed a unified willpower and a fanatical faith.

They went from being cannon fodder to becoming a single-talented legion of willpower, and the overall strength of the army skyrocketed.

Lu Xun felt dizzy and disoriented. He never expected that Joan of Arc would have such a trump card that could almost turn the tide of the battle.

From beginning to end, he was completely led by the nose by the other side. Whether he fought or retreated, it did not affect Joan of Arc's completion of the training.

The original 100,000 cannon fodder only need to go back and train a little to become a fresh army of 100,000 dual-talent soldiers.

Just as Lu Xun was bracing himself to retreat, a figure of light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lu Xun recognized the figure; it was Palmiro of the Fifth Lark, a valuable assistant in command.

"Marshal Lu, the Commander-in-Chief has ordered you to hold your ground and prevent the enemy from escaping!"

After verifying the secret order, Lu Xun discovered that what Palmiro had conveyed was indeed Bai Qi's order.

In a moment of confusion, Lu Xun understood.

This was a game from beginning to end; he wasn't a player on the board, but just a piece.

Joan of Arc used it as a whetstone to make the French army stronger.

Bai Qi was using him as bait to lure Joan of Arc, calculating that Joan of Arc needed to expand her forces, and then setting up a trap to surround and annihilate her.

This can be considered Bai Qi's most proficient command style. No matter the situation, the first thing he does is to surround the opponent and launch an annihilation campaign.

Lu Xun gave a wry smile. This was a battle of wits between military geniuses, and it was laughable that he actually thought he could win.

Sure enough, no matter how much he valued the God of War and overestimated his abilities, he ultimately underestimated him.

If it weren't for Bai Qi's backup plan, Lu Xun would have been lucky to bring back even a third of his troops this time.

Lu Xun's unusual command instantly alerted Joan of Arc.

"Wait, there are reinforcements on the other side!"

Joan of Arc assessed the situation in an instant, but the two sides were already deeply entangled, especially since her main camp was surrounded by five legions.

“Michael!” Joan of Arc took a deep breath and summoned back the image of Gabriel.

The image of Michael, which was originally nearly destroyed, began to recover at a visible speed after returning to Joan of Arc's side and being illuminated by the Holy Banner.

"Oh no, it's going to run away!" Lu Xun also realized the other party's intention from Joan of Arc's actions.

"Stop him!"

At Lu Xun's command, Ma Chao and Sun Ce, along with their personal guards, blocked the path that Joan of Arc was sure to take.

Joan of Arc's target remained unchanged; it was still Lu Xun. Not only did she intend to break through the encirclement, but she also planned to kill Lu Xun to create chaos and defeat him as quickly as possible.

"Sun Bofu, don't you dare hold me back this time!"

Ma Chao licked his lips, his face full of fighting spirit as he watched Joan of Arc, now empowered with divine power, charge towards them.

“I should be the one saying that!” Sun Ce said solemnly, as they had truly experienced just how monstrous the Dharma Form was.

Although the Michael on Joan of Arc's body looked tattered, the two still dared not be careless in the slightest.

The two hadn't forgotten the time when Lü Bu had hung them up and whipped them.

They've gotten a little stronger than last time.

But this time their opponents came with the intention of killing them.

"Be careful, they only attack and don't defend. Unless you can kill them in one blow, never trade blows with them!" Ma Chao warned worriedly.

“Hmm!” Sun Ce hummed in response, his eyes fixed on Joan of Arc.

Both of them knew very well that this was going to be a fierce battle.

The opponent may be even more formidable than Lü Bu.

After all, even before he possessed the Dharma Form, he could fight Dian Wei, who did possess the Dharma Form; now that he knows, he is even more terrifying.

But neither of them showed any sign of backing down.

Only those of such strength deserve to be challenged to a desperate gamble. (End of Chapter)