Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Joan of Arc climbed off her horse, her face full of confusion; she had no recollection of what had happened.

But her instincts and knowledge remained. She struggled to her feet, looked at the broken holy banner beside her, and was about to say something when she was drawn to the situation on the battlefield.

Then, memories began to flash back.

Memories of being executed by the king and awakening amidst the flames came flooding back like a tide.

Finally, the scene freezes on the First Yellow Heaven, which shattered the will of the empire, and the god she worshipped was backfired upon and fell into a deep sleep.

"We lost..."

Joan of Arc was fully aware of this; even the gods themselves could not win.

Looking at the army formation that had been completely shattered, and at the Miracle Legion that was frantically killing the soldiers of Saint Michael from both sides, she felt inexplicably saddened by the scene and couldn't help but scan the entire area.

Those eyes, which had always seemed to be filled with hope, had now dimmed. A loss is a loss. Even the gods had been defeated. What was the point of resisting?

"Stop it, everyone! We surrender!"

Joan of Arc's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the midst of the chaos heard it.

Immediately, the entire battlefield fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and even those who were already bloodthirsty were forcibly restrained and made to stop and wait for Joan of Arc to speak.

Both sides, as if by unspoken agreement, stopped the killing, and everyone watched Joan of Arc.

Ma Er used his miraculous brilliance to forcefully stop his wounds and stood up.

Among the nearby legion commanders, only he was qualified to speak with Joan of Arc as an equal.

"Are you sure you want to surrender?" Ma Er asked solemnly.

For Xinghan, this was naturally the best outcome. Saint Michael's desperate struggle was causing First Yellow Heaven and the Vanguard a lot of headaches.

If the war could end here, it would be something everyone would welcome.

"As long as you promise not to massacre prisoners, I surrender on behalf of all France!" Joan of Arc's face was full of compassion.

A hopeful war is a struggle; a hopeless war is simply suicide.

The moment it was confirmed that the gods had been defeated, the war had become utterly meaningless in Joan of Arc's eyes.

"In the name of the First Heaven, I guarantee that as long as you surrender on the spot and give up resistance, our army will definitely treat prisoners well."

Ma Er took a deep breath and solemnly made a promise.

"Fine! We surrender!"

Joan of Arc dismounted and solemnly handed the broken holy banner to Ma Er with both hands.

The miraculous light projected Ma Er's figure across the entire battlefield, allowing everyone to clearly see his movements.

"The war is over!"

"Long live the Milky Way! Long live the Yellow Heaven!"

Ma Er raised the French flag high and loudly proclaimed the end of the war.

The entire battlefield instantly descended into a frenzied atmosphere. In contrast, the French soldiers resignedly removed their helmets, dropped their weapons, and stared blankly at the holy banner in Ma Er's hand.

When the beacon in their hearts went out, they didn't know where to go or what to do next.

Bai Qi wiped the sword in his hand. Although he did not seize the entire Miracle Legion's miracle, he did not come away empty-handed.

If the essence of this power can be deciphered, all legions as high as the heavens may be able to achieve miracles.

For the God of War, the Miracle Legion will always be the sharpest blade.

They do have ways to deal with the Miracle Legion, but compared to those methods, having the Miracle Legion deal with the Miracle Legion is always the most effective way.

Joan of Arc and a group of French officers were taken to Bai Qi's central army camp.

A battlefield with hundreds of thousands of soldiers would be too troublesome to clean up, so Bai Qi decided to meet with the French people first.

Especially Joan of Arc, as a true military genius, Bai Qi was very interested in Joan of Arc.

After all, none of the military geniuses he had ever met before would surrender willingly.

Even if they surrender, they will immediately commit suicide by sword, and there has never been an exception to this day.

Joan of Arc alone chose to surrender.

This made Bai Qi very curious about Joan of Arc's mental state, but Bai Qi frowned the moment he saw Joan of Arc.

"You are Joan of Arc?" Bai Qi looked Joan of Arc up and down suspiciously.

"The defeated general, Jeanne Darque, greets Lord Wu'an!"

Joan of Arc bowed to Bai Qi, knowing that the gods had lost to him. Therefore, Joan of Arc's respect for Bai Qi was almost the same as her respect for the gods. Lu Xun, Chen Gong, and others frowned upon seeing this.

For Bai Qi, it was not a good thing for a monarch to pay such a high salute to a marshal.

"I want to know why you chose to surrender!"

Bai Qi looked at Joan of Arc with a somewhat inscrutable expression. He wasn't sure if Joan of Arc was trying to sabotage him or simply showing respect for him as an opponent.

"I was inspired by the gods to gather all nations to resist the expansion of the stars!" Joan of Arc explained calmly.

"The gods have already fallen to the marshal, what need is there for us to resist..."

Joan of Arc's words left Bai Qi and the others completely baffled.

"A god...you mean the one from before was a god?"

As someone who had actually come into contact with both Joan of Arc and Divine Joan of Arc, Dian Wei was the first to realize what was going on.

"Revered powerful one, you are right!"

Joan of Arc bowed deeply to Dian Wei, for in her eyes, a powerful figure capable of confronting even a god was also a god.

"..." Dian Wei hesitated, then shook his head and said nothing.

By this time, Bai Qi and the others had pretty much figured it out.

They said that even with the backlash of the imperial will, how could Joan of Arc still be so energetic? It turned out that the one who had been bound to the imperial will and sat on the throne of empress was the so-called god.

Bai Qi asked a few more questions to confirm that Joan of Arc was not pretending to be stupid.

This left Bai Qi feeling somewhat bored. He wondered how a military genius could surrender so easily, realizing that Joan of Arc was not the military genius she was supposed to be.

Joan of Arc was at best a commander of a large army. While it is rare for a commander of a large army to surrender, it does happen. This is a completely different concept from being a god of war.

For a general like Bai Qi, who is a master of destroying famous generals, capturing a commander of a large army is not even enough to excite him.

"I have something I'd like to ask you! Is that alright?"

A moment later, Joan of Arc suddenly spoke up, seemingly worried that she wasn't important enough. Joan of Arc even brought along the divine Joan of Arc.

"It's not just my doubts, but also my Lord's!"

"Ask away!" Bai Qi nodded.

"How exactly did you become so powerful?" Joan of Arc asked, filled with doubt. In her eyes, gods were omnipotent, a belief she had always held. But after being defeated by Bai Qi in a direct confrontation, both Joan of Arc and Goddess Joan of Arc shared a common question: why was Bai Qi so strong?

They set a huge trap, plunging the entire Kingdom of France into it.

Bai Qi did not answer Joan of Arc's question directly, but instead pointed at Lu Xun and asked.

"You've fought him before, what do you think of him?"

After a moment of contemplation, Joan of Arc slowly spoke.

"He's very strong, but I'm 60% confident I can beat him. He has a strong ability to mislead others' judgments, but I can ignore that influence!"

Lu Xun nodded. He agreed with Joan of Arc's assessment. His spiritual talent being useless to Joan of Arc did indeed greatly diminish his value as a commander of a large army.

"If you can command an army to kill three or four of those beings, and then spar with three or four of me every day, you should be able to do the same!"

Bai Qi's words left Joan of Arc somewhat stunned; she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Let's not even talk about commanding a large army to kill three or four people who were similar to Lu Xun.

For Joan of Arc, simply recruiting three or four individuals like Bai Qi for sparring was already a pipe dream.

But none of Lu Xun and the others questioned it, as if it were a matter of course.

"Thank you for your guidance!" Joan of Arc bowed.

No matter how unbelievable it may seem, it could be a real secret.

Bai Qi did not make things difficult for Joan of Arc and the others. He ordered someone to find a place for them to stay, as they would need their cooperation in many matters.

Joan of Arc and the others had no objections, since they had all been defeated and could only accept Xinghan's arrangements.

From what they understood, Xinghan was somewhat cruel in its wars, but its post-war arrangements, while tough, were not tyrannical.

After Joan of Arc and the others settled into the courtyard, they discovered that Gilles de Rais and Charlemagne were also there.

“Your Highness!” Gilles de Rais and Charlemagne II knelt before Joan of Arc with expressions of remorse.

As the first members captured, they only regretted that they could not stay by Joan of Arc's side.

"Get up, Gilles de Rais, Charlemagne, there are no more saints!" Joan of Arc gave a bitter smile. She had been swept up by the tide of the times, but now there was nothing more to say.

The people of France were also overcome with grief.

If Joan of Arc was confused, then they must have been even more so.

The results of the war were quickly reported back to Luoyang.

The First Yellow Heaven Legion turned around and fled back to Luoyang almost immediately after the war ended.

Under the guise of escorting the Holy Banner, after the imperial will was defeated, the vast majority of the imperial will transformed into fortune and fell upon the French officers and common people, while a portion remained on the Holy Banner.

The First Yellow Heaven returned to Luoyang under the guise of this.

Mu Yi took the Holy Banner from Ma Er's hands, feeling the imperial will within it, and a smile appeared on his face.

The shattered imperial will is undoubtedly the best tonic for the imperial will of Xinghan.

You did a great job this time!

Mu Yi raised his head and looked at Ma Er and the others.

"Have the First Yellow Heaven Legion assemble and take over the patrol and guard duties at Weiyang Palace. Send a message to the government affairs office: do not disturb me unless there is a reason!"

After making all the arrangements, Mu Yi chose to go into seclusion.

The projection of the Imperial Will in higher dimensions is the World Tree, which is covered with stars, while the Imperial Will within the Holy Banner is like a ray of holy light.

In comparison, this ray of holy light was extremely faint and insignificant.

With Mu Yi's subjective manipulation, this ray of holy light entered the World Tree and became part of it.

In the projection of the entire higher-dimensional world, the World Tree has grown to a length visible to the naked eye.

This subtle change went unnoticed by both the Ming Dynasty and the Mongol Yuan Dynasty.

The two high-dimensional projections of the empire, the True Dragon and the Dragon Wolf, were locked in a fierce battle and had no energy left to pay attention to the changes in the Star Han Empire.

After all, this is a perfectly normal thing for an empire to grow and expand.

Even when the Ming Dynasty and the Mongol Yuan Dynasty were at war, a considerable portion of their forces were expanding their territories, making both empires even larger.

Looking at the real dragon and the dragon wolf, which were several times larger than himself.

Mu Yi was not in a hurry; this time he was only absorbing a part of the will of the French Empire.

Once Bai Qi and his allies truly take control of the French Empire and absorb all the French people, Xinghan's imperial will will grow once again.

Although the French War was over, the real challenge for Xinghan was governing itself.

Fortunately, Joan of Arc was very cooperative, so the government office discussed the matter.

Joan of Arc was granted the title of Queen of France, and she and the families of French officers were brought to Luoyang for resettlement. At the same time, a street was specially designated and named the French Street, allowing trade between France and Luoyang.

Subsequently, several mid- to high-ranking officials were transferred from various regions to France to begin making changes according to the laws and regulations of the Xinghan Kingdom.

There were forces of resistance, after all, once the imperial will shattered, it was impossible for the vast empire to ever achieve unity of purpose again.

With the cooperation of officers such as Gilles de Lafite, Charlemagne, and Roland, France began to take on the realities of transformation.

There was nothing they could do even if they refused. All of France's elite forces had been captured and were undergoing labor reform, leaving only a disorganized mob with no ability to cause any trouble.

After all, the system in Xinghan is far more orderly than that of the newly established France, as it is an empire composed of many kingdoms.

They were already being acquired, so being acquired by Xinghan is actually a good thing for them.

However, most of the nobles who were stripped of their power were very dissatisfied, but they could not cause any trouble under the suppression of the army.

Xinghan only promised not to kill prisoners, but never promised anything else.

Hanging nobles on city gates is a traditional craft that started Xinghan.

In just about two months, Mu Yi had already clearly felt the growing strength of the Empire's will.

After all, this wasn't their first time conquering other worlds, and they had long since developed an effective plan. If they followed this plan, they could convert the conquered places into half of their own people within five years.

As for other things, such as hatred, only time can slowly smooth them over.

However, Xinghan's policy dictates that as long as you are willing to serve, Xinghan will open up channels for advancement.

If you want a fiefdom, then go and make meritorious contributions. As long as you have enough merit, Xinghan will not mind finding a world specifically to support you in becoming a king.

For Xinghan, this thing has hidden dangers, but ultimately the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

No policy is perfect; all policies need constant adjustment.

As long as the general direction is correct, the rest will require human intervention to gradually advance the process.

After all, the Star Han Empire was too young, so young that they didn't even have an old calendar to follow. (End of Chapter)