Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"You wicked scoundrel, prepare to die!"

Zhang Fei roared and thrust his eighteen-foot spear at Shen Zhende, his body brimming with boundless power that he could not unleash.

The power derived from fear is primarily concentrated on him and his personal guards; the newly transferred recruits are not yet capable of bearing this power.

Before Zhang Fei's army's talents are fully unleashed, his personal guards cannot shoulder much responsibility.

The vast majority of them will converge on Zhang Fei.

Even with Zhang Fei's physical strength, he only felt an intense throbbing pain.

"boom!"

When Joan of Arc faced Zhang Fei, she was startled; the overwhelming fear even made her tremble!
However, the straight-piercing spear gave her no time to think about these things. She swept her spear to block Zhang Fei's spear, but the enormous force transmitted from the spear tip made Joan of Arc's hands go numb.

When Zhang Fei's first attack missed, he immediately changed his thrust into a sweeping motion. The French soldiers within a radius of ten feet were instantly swept in two by Zhang Fei's attack, and blood spurted out. A large area around Joan of Arc was cleared away in an instant.

The guards of both sides circled around the combatants and charged toward the enemy on the opposite side.

Soldiers face soldiers, generals face generals; everyone has their own opponent.

"Waaaaah!" Zhang Fei took a deep breath and roared loudly, boundless power surging from his limbs and bones. But Zhang Fei's eyes were extremely calm. He completely ignored the personal guards who were dozens of steps away. Joan of Arc was the real terrifying opponent.

"Kill!" The two attacked almost simultaneously, their fierce power emanating from their spears. The image of Michael appeared behind Joan of Arc, and the divine Joan of Arc, whose power had increased dramatically, suppressed Zhang Fei with her surging strength.

However, after thirty moves, the power transmitted from Zhang Fei's spear was no less than that of Joan of Arc, no, it even slightly surpassed it!
Joan of Arc's expression changed slightly. The Michael Dharma Image, which had been severely damaged in the last battle, had not fully recovered. It looked intact on the outside, but in reality, its body had been shattered into pieces.

It can also increase strength, but it's clearly not enough against an absolute master like Zhang Fei.

After exchanging another ten blows, both sides retreated a few steps to catch their breath.

"No wonder Dian Manzi speaks so highly of you, you really do have some skills!" Zhang Fei breathed a sigh of relief; suppressing Shen Zhende was no easy task.

"..." Joan of Arc's breathing became somewhat disordered. A sense of desolation inexplicably welled up in her heart. There were countless experts in the Star River. Whether it was Lu Bu or Dian Wei, they were all beings who could block her and threaten her.

Now another Zhang Fei has emerged, leaving France with only him to hold things together.

Gabriel and Roland may seem powerful, but they are no match for super monsters like Lu Bu and Dian Wei who possess the Dharma form.

Once the final battle begins, it will face the pressure of at least three people alone, an unspeakable pressure that will almost suffocate it.

The next second, a milky white flame shot out from Joan of Arc's holy banner, landed on Joan of Arc, and burned away the wisps of black smoke that were emanating from her.

Joan of Arc quickly adjusted her mindset. She had actually been tricked by Zhang Fei. No wonder she felt a fear of failure.

"It can actually dispel fear directly. It's quite a troublesome opponent. I should have brought that half-finished Dharma form with me."

Zhang Fei tried his best to calm the churning blood and qi in his body. He really didn't expect to encounter an opponent with a Dharma Form. Now, he was in a somewhat passive position.

As for dispelling fear, it was nothing new to Zhang Fei. His second brother, Guan Yu, could easily cut off fear, while Joan of Arc needed external aids. In fact, it seemed even weaker to Zhang Fei.

God says: You have sinned!

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, raised the holy banner, and loudly proclaimed that a beam of holy light had fallen directly on Zhang Fei, as if to bind him.

The image of Michael behind her shattered and, guided by the Holy Banner, landed on Joan of Arc.

"Open it for me!"

At this moment, veins bulged on Zhang Fei's forehead, his heart pounded wildly, and every part of his body trembled slightly. Strands of his internal energy were forcibly squeezed out, and then burst forth with all his power.

His arms shimmered with a pale golden light, unleashing his ultimate power. His body was faintly surging with internal energy, and his chest was frantically compressing internal energy and air. If he couldn't hold on, he would really die.

Holding his spear, Zhang Fei climbed to the top with imposing momentum, ready to deliver a fatal blow. He clearly sensed the death threat coming from the other side. However, he could not retreat at this moment. If he retreated even a step, his momentum would dissipate, and he would be doomed!
"Break!" Zhang Fei roared and thrust out his spear with his ultimate strike. There were no fancy moves, just a straight thrust. And Joan of Arc, like a comet hitting the earth, unleashed all her power, waving her holy banner and thrusting it toward Zhang Fei.

"Boom!"

The dull thud seemed to penetrate the entire battlefield.

The spearheads clashed with the flagheads, and in that instant, the darkness that devoured the light and the holy radiance collided violently. The terrifying force directly shattered everything around them, and the sweeping shockwave even blasted away the guards fighting in the melee.

Zhang Fei's black horse let out a mournful cry, unable to withstand the force of their clash. The same was true for Shen Zhende's precious steed; it collapsed with its neck tilted and foam at the mouth.

Zhang Fei and Joan of Arc were blown away almost simultaneously when their mounts collapsed.

The two collided in an instant. Zhang Fei was smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater, and couldn't get up. On the other side, Joan of Arc stood still, raising the holy banner in her hand.

"This guy is really strong!"

Zhang Fei had a few pills stuffed into his mouth by his personal guards, and his exhausted body took a breath and began to recover.

In contrast, Joan of Arc suffered almost no injuries, except for the complete shattering of her form.

"We lost, this thing is really cheating!"

"Make sure to bring the Dharma image with you when you get back!"

Zhang Fei also experienced what it felt like to be crushed. Joan of Arc, who carried the will of the empire and possessed a divine form, was simply a monster.

"General Zhang, retreat immediately!"

When Lu Xun saw that Zhang Fei had been defeated and the morale of the front line was in turmoil, he immediately moved Zhang Fei to the rear, transferred some of his own troops to cover the rear, and then readjusted the battle lines.

Joan of Arc did not pursue. After defeating Zhang Fei, she immediately turned back to the second layer of the camp wall, avoiding Lü Bu and Gao Shun, and charged towards Rahul.

Saint Michael, leading a large group of paladins, launched a counterattack, taking advantage of the momentum of their great victory.

The Trapped Battalion was able to hold out, but the surrounding friendly forces were constantly retreating, so the Trapped Battalion had no choice but to retreat as well.

Even the Miracle Legion, when being targeted by another Miracle Legion, finds it difficult to break through. They can only restrain each other and hand over the key to victory to someone else.

Lu Xun remained calm. He believed that as long as he could hold the enemy back in a direct confrontation, he would succeed, since his main offensive strategy was never to be on the front lines.

After glancing at the situation of the enemy's vanguard, he didn't waste any time and directly opened up the battlefield, letting the vanguard and Zhang Fei's main force lead the cannon fodder to fight on the front, while he led the Changshui Battalion to move towards the left flank.

That's right, the front and right sides were feints; the real attack was from the left.

This time, Lu Xun didn't use his mental talent to mislead Joan of Arc, since it wouldn't be of any use anyway. He directly used his command and control to force Joan of Arc to focus her energy on the front and right sides.

Zhang Fei's killing of the frontal commander, Ganilon, was an accident, but it also conveniently allowed Lu Xun's plan to come to fruition. "Order Rahul to take command of the right flank, suppress the enemy army, and create an opportunity for our left flank to break through!"

Lu Xun directly handed over command to Rahul, which was also an order brought by Bai Qi. This was to promote these surrendered generals and elevate their status, at least giving them command authority in the war of independence.

This needs to be pushed forward step by step, and this is the perfect time.

After getting rid of half of the burden, Lu Xun led his troops to join forces with Xu Huang.

"General Xu, this time it all depends on you!"

Lu Xun glanced at the battle line, then commanded the soldiers of the Changshui Camp to unleash a barrage of arrows, creating a glaring opening for Xu Huang.

Xu Huang sensed an opportunity for a breakthrough even before Lu Xun's instructions arrived.

The moment Lu Xun gave the order, Xu Huang led his troops into a burst of speed, charging forward and tearing through the left flank camp's defenses along the gaps.

"die!"

Xu Huang swept his axe across, cutting all the French soldiers in front of him in half at the waist, their blood splattering out.

Scattered organs and blood flew as Xu Huang's great axe flew, and several people with internal energy left their bodies rushed up to try to restrain Xu Huang.

However, Xu Huang didn't bother with them at all. He unleashed his Legion Talent to its fullest extent, directly overdrawing his own strength and wildly swinging his great axe.

In less than ten moves, he shattered all the internal energy leaving his body in front of him into pieces.

Like Xu Huang, his soldiers also overexerted themselves to launch a ferocious attack. This overwhelming offensive quickly destroyed the French soldiers' defenses.

"It's done!" Lu Xun laughed and ordered the Changshui Battalion to unleash a barrage of arrows without reservation.

Xu Huang tore through the French soldiers' defenses. Without the blessing of the cloud aura, the French soldiers had no hope of survival in the face of the Changshui Camp's explosive sweep.

Although it was inevitable that Xu Huang's main force would be accidentally injured, Xu Huang's main force consisted of heavily armored infantry, so the Changshui Camp's attack could not cause serious damage.

After the barrage of arrows, the French left wing completely collapsed.

When Joan of Arc, who was on the right wing, heard the news, she showed no joy or sorrow. Lu Xun's calculations were quite good; they had indeed hastened the end of the war.

But the winner was not Lu Xun, but Joan of Arc.

The holy banner was fully unfurled, and Joan of Arc raised it high. An invisible wave swept across the battlefield, and all the French soldiers who had fallen in battle were resurrected.

"Withdraw!" Joan of Arc immediately sounded the retreat, giving Lu Xun no chance to entangle them.

The training objective has been achieved; for her, this is already a great victory.

Apart from the unexpected appearance of Zhang Fei in the plan, everything else was under Joan of Arc's control.

Lu Xun and Rahul both chose to intercept, but even with the best efforts of many officers and soldiers, they only managed to capture tens of thousands.

The rearguard action of St. Michael's Legion essentially thwarted any idea of ​​a legionary pursuit.

The Vanguard was blocked by their own troops, and by the time they reached the front, the French army had already completely moved on.

"..."

Lu Xun looked at the camp, which was almost a complete ruin, and sighed helplessly. He sent people to check the camp and found nothing such as oil. Then he arranged for people to start cleaning up the battlefield.

Judging from the outcome, it seems he won; the camp was captured, and their mission as the vanguard was accomplished.

But from a broader perspective, he seems to have lost completely, as Joan of Arc had amassed at least tens of thousands of elite veterans.

Being nested within a million-strong army would likely cause considerable trouble for Xinghan.

Bai Qi simply smiled at Lu Xun's concerns and said nothing more, then once again took away all of Lu Xun's legions.

They reassigned another 100,000 troops to Lu Xun, allowing him to continue leading the vanguard.

This time, the lineup is even more impressive, and the level of elite players is even more exaggerated.

Not only are Guan Yu, Taishi Ci, Xiahou Dun, Guan Sheng, Qin Ming, Wu Song, and Lu Zhishen all on the field, but there are also four top-tier legions: Dijiang, Houtu, the Eleventh Eagle Flag, and Houyi.

It can be said that all the elite troops with complete combat power in the entire army were concentrated in Lu Xun's hands, and even Chen Gong and Guo Jia accompanied the army.

"It's time to close the net!"

Bai Qi looked at the map with a calm expression. The future was already set, and everything would culminate in victory.

The first failure and the second success fueled the greed for the third.

When Joan of Arc saw that Lu Xun had led an army of 100,000, she used the same tactic as before, leading an army of 200,000, intending to accumulate as much resources as possible before the final battle, thereby increasing her chances of winning the last battle.

Just as Joan of Arc and Lu Xun clashed, Bai Qi divided his elite troops into two groups without the slightest hesitation and marched directly to encircle Joan of Arc.

The first and second time, Bai Qi was testing Joan of Arc's limits and her style.

Lu Xun was a very suitable decoy, neither too strong nor too weak, neither too high nor too low, so that he would neither suffer heavy losses in vain nor allow Joan of Arc to win too easily.

Especially the second time, after Bai Qi added Rahul, he tested Joan of Arc's limits.

Joan of Arc is growing, but because her opponent is Lu Xun, she doesn't face much pressure, so her growth isn't exaggerated, at least not for Bai Qi.

The reason why Bai Qi did not let Guan Yu command the army was precisely this.

Joan of Arc has been trading space for time all along. Even if Bai Qi personally intervened, he could only accelerate Joan of Arc's growth, and there was absolutely no way he could kill her.

The first attempt had already shown everything, so Bai Qi dug a pit, waiting for Joan of Arc to jump in.

Bai Qi used a small mental trap.

Both attempts were successful because Joan of Arc was in control of the situation, leading her to believe that the final battle was yet to come.

But the one who held the initiative was never Joan of Arc, but Bai Qi, who brought forward both the time and place of the decisive battle.

While the entire army could indeed be deployed on the plains near the capital, no one had ever stipulated that a decisive battle necessarily required the participation of all troops. (End of Chapter)