Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Joan of Arc's eyes were filled with extreme indifference, as if she didn't take Ma Chao and Sun Ce seriously at all, as she swung the long spear that was burning with flames in her hand.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to echo Joan of Arc's attack. Ma Chao and Sun Ce, who were facing Joan of Arc directly, felt an immense pressure that restricted them.

Before that force could restrain him, Ma Chao unhesitatingly detonated the lightning within his body. The roaring lightning, mixed with the fury of the living demon, pierced directly towards the direction of Joan of Arc!

With a soft "ding," Ma Chao was sent flying backward, his swift lightning bolt shattered the moment it burst forth.

A beam of holy light shot out from Joan of Arc's spear and chased after Ma Chao.

"Don't even think about it!" Sun Ce roared, transforming into a golden ball of light and unleashing a full-force attack on Jeanne d'Arc.

With a loud bang, the golden ball of light instantly twisted into a sun, streaking across the air in a line of fire before crashing into the holy light.

With a flick of her spear, Joan of Arc shattered the sun into pieces, and Sun Ce followed in Ma Chao's footsteps, being blasted away.

There was no mushroom cloud, and no overwhelmingly terrifying atmosphere.

With two shots, Joan of Arc blasted Sun Ce and Ma Chao away. Lu Xun and the others only saw a flash of lightning, holy light, and sunlight before it was all over.

Lu Xun reacted the fastest, drawing his sword and slashing down the cloud of energy that had been gathering for some time.

The sword energy formed by the clouds instantly blasted Joan of Arc into the earth.

"Fortunately, we were prepared. This attack should have taken a heavy toll, even if the person survives!" Lu Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Joan of Arc's combat power was incredibly strong, so he had no hope that Ma Chao and Sun Ce were doomed and prepared a cloud-based attack in advance.

This move was perfectly timed. In the brief moment when Joan of Arc was busy dealing with Sun Ce and Ma Chao and didn't have time to mobilize her cloud energy, the attack, imbued with cloud energy, blasted Joan of Arc directly into the earth.

"The enemy general has already..."

Just as Lu Xun was about to shout out a slogan to shake the morale of the French army, Joan of Arc, who had been blasted into the earth, was thrown off the ground and emerged in holy light, without a trace of dishevelment.

"Almost unharmed, how is that possible..." Lu Xun said in disbelief.

Even if Joan of Arc managed to mitigate some of the damage by manipulating the clouds at the last moment, how could she possibly be completely out of sorts?

That was an attack he unleashed by drawing upon the combined energy of tens of thousands of people.

"Follow me to defeat the enemy!"

Joan of Arc discarded the broken spear in her hand, reached for the Holy Banner, and a beam of holy light pierced through the clouds in the sky.

"Imperial Will!" Lu Bu looked at Lu Xun's position, his expression turning solemn. This surging aura made him feel genuinely threatened.

"Is this the true strength of that angelic Dharma form?" Lu Bu narrowed his eyes, his halberd sweeping across and killing all the fanatical believers around him. "I really want to fight a master like this!"

"Although it's with the help of external forces, this kind of opponent is truly rare in the world!" Lu Bu was secretly excited.

"Fengxian, take five hundred men and go quickly to support Marshal Lu!" Gao Shun also turned around and looked in the direction where Shen Zhende was.

As the commander of the Miracle Legion, he understood very well what would happen if a member of the Miracle Legion got close to the commander-in-chief.

Even if Lu Xun made full preparations, if the other side were to pull off that impossible miracle, they would be in big trouble.

Even Gao Shun, who was confident in his command of large armies, showed a rare hint of anxiety.

"Good!" Lu Bu was already itching to fight, and now he was overjoyed to hear Gao Shun's instructions.

Seeing Lü Bu leave, Gao Shun suppressed his worries and refocused his attention on the battlefield.

Gabriel, Roland, Floresmat, and Astolfo joined forces, leading tens of thousands of fanatical cannon fodder in a pincer attack.

At this moment, Gao Shun's situation was no different from that of Shen Zhende.

In particular, Joan of Arc's ability to resurrect the entire enemy force directly led the isolated troops deep into enemy territory, where they were caught in a fierce battle from all sides and found themselves in a rather sorry state.

Especially after the army's overall transformation, it was no longer possible for the White Horse to carry out massacres as casually as before.

They can only rely on their speed advantage to harass and cut off enemy forces from the outside.

This was the best outcome Lu Xun could achieve under Bai Qi's instructions.

Joan of Arc sensed danger, glanced up at the battlefield, but couldn't find the source of the danger.

He suddenly raised his head and looked outside the battlefield, and sure enough, he sensed a faint threat.

"The army is coming from the east... This is bad!"

For the first time, Joan of Arc's expression showed obvious fluctuations; she instinctively realized the danger was near.

Not on this battlefield now, but on a much larger battlefield.

"Follow me and fight your way out!" Joan of Arc trusted her intuition, or rather, it was a revelation from the future.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Ma Chao and Sun Ce roared and charged forward; they were not minions that could be dealt with in one go.

"I don't have time to waste on you!"

Joan of Arc snorted coldly and planted the holy banner in the ground. The archangel behind her became clearer, and the will of the empire was manipulated by Joan of Arc and stuffed into the archangel. The originally unfinished divine form became the complete form in an instant.

"Michael!"

The archangel's image appeared in front of Ma Chao and Sun Ce in an instant.

The holy sword swept across, seemingly accompanied by the sounds of countless thunderbolts.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Ma Chao raised his spear and unleashed a burst of power. Countless explosions resounded between the spear and the greatsword, like thunder. With the final explosion, it meant that Ma Chao's lightning was forcibly suppressed by the holy light.

"Get out of my way!"

Sun Ce transformed into a sun once more and blasted towards the archangel, this time with even greater momentum and power.

They actually managed to repel the archangel's appearance.

Lu Xun realized that Shen Zhende wanted to leave, and decisively ordered the army to change its formation, changing the effect of Xuanxiang to suppression.

The Archangel's Dharma Form, which had been unstoppable in defeating Ma Chao, was instantly weakened by a large margin and was caught off guard, directly blasted back by Sun Ce.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ma Chao knelt on the ground, his body wracked with pain. He endured the pain and used his internal energy to repair his body. Then he stood up and looked at Sun Ce, who was locked in a fierce battle with the Archangel Dharma Image. His anger flared up.

Why are you so energetic when you hit me, but so weak when you hit Sun Ce?
Do you really think I, Ma Mengqi, am easy to bully?

"Again!" Ma Chao roared, but as soon as he rushed forward, he realized that it wasn't Sun Ce who had become stronger, but rather the Archangel's Dharma form that had weakened, with patterns resembling shattered porcelain appearing on its body.

However, the weakening was only relative. Even when Ma Chao and Sun Ce joined forces to deal with the Archangel Dharma Form, they couldn't even maintain a stable advantage.

But merely delaying their progress is enough.

Joan of Arc grew increasingly anxious; she could sense danger approaching.

"You are surrounded by the army, why don't you surrender immediately!" A deep yet inexplicably convincing voice rang out on the battlefield. As the voice fell, the clouds in the sky were quickly stained crimson.

The thickness of the clouds suddenly increased several times, and the suppressive effect of the clouds became even more exaggerated.

Joan of Arc, who was fighting against Ma Chao and Sun Ce, was the first to be affected.

Bai Qi concentrated his suppressive power on one-sided suppression as much as possible. Although it was not complete, the pressure that Joan of Arc brought to Ma Chao and Sun Ce was reduced by more than half in an instant.

The two joined forces to attack Joan of Arc with even greater ferocity, and the suppressive effect of the cloud aura brought their strengths even closer together.

Joan of Arc was forced into a rather embarrassing situation.

But at this moment, Joan of Arc had no intention of getting entangled with the two men.

Her attention was completely focused on the battlefield, watching as an encirclement was formed from all sides, as if she intended to swallow them whole in one go.

This style of attacking directly with the goal of annihilation greatly shocked Joan of Arc.

Even more deadly was that, as Joan of Arc looked around, the encirclement was almost flawless, as if they were already trapped like turtles in a jar, with no chance of escape, and death seemed to be everywhere she looked.

"Kill out!"

Joan of Arc immediately ordered a breakout at all costs, at least to get back to the main force before there was any chance of a successful breakout.

"Don't even think about leaving!" Ma Chao and Sun Ce were like cockroaches that could never be killed, relentlessly sniping at Jeanne d'Arc.

"boom!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Joan of Arc sacrificed the image of Archangel Michael.

The explosion of the Archangel's Dharma form instantly sent Ma Chao and Sun Ce flying, tearing a gap in the inner encirclement, and then they sped away through the gap.

"Trying to escape!" Lu Bu rushed over, but only saw Joan of Arc's departing figure. He immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow, infusing the arrow with divine will.

"middle!"

Lu Bu attacked without hesitation or wavering.

The arrow, gleaming with a golden-red light, pierced Joan of Arc's heart with lightning speed.

Just as he was about to fall straight off the horse, he suddenly got back up.

Lu Bu lowered his bow and arrow, his brows furrowed.

He couldn't understand how his arrow, imbued with divine will, could be so easily negated by the opponent; it was almost impossible.

Previously, Dian Wei told him that Joan of Arc had amazing recovery abilities, but Lü Bu completely dismissed it. For him, there was no such thing as amazing recovery ability; he simply used his divine will to lock the wound shut. Unless it was someone like Guan Yu, no one else had any chance of recovery.

“Nothing is impossible; it’s probably the Empire’s will that’s making its move!” Lu Xun casually explained to Lü Bu.

Lu Bu nodded. Although the Imperial Will could be directly destroyed once it manifested, it was still a powerful force.

However, the Imperial Will itself has infinite uses, and at least for Lü Bu, it is a power that he has not fully understood, only knowing that it can distort reality to the maximum extent.

Joan of Arc charged back into the main camp, allowing the Miracle Legion to intervene. With the help of the main army's adjustments, they managed to force the Trapped Camp to retreat, thus preserving the integrity of the main army's formation to the greatest extent possible.

Then, without looking back, they charged northwards, abandoning the dew they had come from and decisively changing course to retreat.

"Such heightened vigilance?" Bai Qi, observing the situation from the outside through the Fifth Lark, frowned almost imperceptibly.

Joan of Arc reacted too quickly. The moment they revealed their killing move, Joan of Arc began to prepare to retreat, jumping directly out of the encirclement.

The chosen point of attack was the enemy side with the fewest personnel, which Bai Qi had deployed.

It wasn't that Bai Qi hadn't anticipated the enemy's breakout, nor that he hadn't anticipated the enemy's breakout from the north.

However, Bai Qi was short-handed. The moment the battle broke out on the front line, Bai Qi abandoned the infantry and led the mobile cavalry to launch a large-scale flanking maneuver.

It can be said that no matter how Joan of Arc and her companions tried to break through, they would inevitably be stopped.

But for some reason, Bai Qi had a feeling that the choice made by Joan of Arc meant that he would not be able to wipe them all out this time.

"Looks like we need to wrap things up ahead of schedule!"

Bai Qi glanced at the troops who had not yet fully arrived at their positions, pondered for a moment, and decided to take action to finish them off ahead of schedule.

If we can't stop Joan of Arc, then a larger encirclement is meaningless. We might as well withdraw our forces and snipe Joan of Arc along the way to weaken the enemy's strength as much as possible.

This is far from the final battle; at best, it's just a small episode before the two sides officially begin their engagement.

Normally, the God of War shouldn't get involved in this kind of probing phase between the two sides.

But now that both sides' military strategists have joined the fray, this probing phase has turned into a real war.

Joan of Arc led her army northward without any intelligence, but her intuition told her that this was the best place to break out.

Under Bai Qi's skillful command, the encirclement was fully formed.

A huge encirclement was built with Lu Xun at its center.

The inner and outer encirclements complement each other, with power flowing continuously between them.

Unfortunately, even though the encirclement was successful, Joan of Arc made the right choice based on her intuition.

Bai Qi desperately mobilized his army, intending to block Joan of Arc's breakout.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to do so, so they had to settle for second best and try their best to intercept and kill Joan of Arc's army.

Ultimately, through the efforts of many parties, nearly 50,000 of Joan of Arc's 100,000-strong army failed to escape the encirclement, and most of them were forced to become prisoners.

Even the most fervent zeal would crumble instantly in the face of despair at the loss of Joan of Arc's leadership.

Bai Qi looked at the prisoners, pondering what he should do.

They didn't have enough manpower to guard them, and these fanatical followers could easily pick up swords and start creating chaos if Joan of Arc raised her arm.

"Marshal, should we deal with these prisoners?"

Looking at the almost manic eyes of those believers, Lu Xun was a little worried about letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Bai Qi's lips twitched slightly as unpleasant memories flooded his mind. Why did he always have to encounter this situation?

But in the end, Bai Qi still gave his final judgment.

"Gather all the prisoners and bury them alive!"

Bai Qi's order startled Lu Xun, but military orders are absolute, and he had almost no choice but to accept the order, gather all the prisoners together, and kill them all.

The mournful howls echoed between heaven and earth, yet they could not stir even the slightest ripple in Bai Qi's heart.

But for Bai Qi, massacring tens of thousands of people was nothing at all.

He has a long list of lives on his conscience. (End of Chapter)