Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"I don't agree!"

The hundred-man Hongwu Dragon Guard roared and punched at their opponent's face.

"There's nothing to complain about, your fists just aren't hard enough!"

His fist was firmly gripped by a hand, and the Imperial Guard of the Yuanzhu Emperor calmly looked at his unwilling opponent.

He seemed to see their shadows in his opponents.

"You can't even imagine what we've been through!"

"So you will lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch, containing all his past anger and resentment.

Even the Miracle Legion felt the pain of that punch as it slammed down.

"You are the ones who deserve to lose!" roared the hundred-man general of the Hongwu Dragon Guard. At this moment, his body shone with an incomparably brilliant light as he swung his fist with all his might.

Both sides fell backward at the same time, but the hundred members of the Hongwu Dragon Guard clearly sensed that the Imperial Guard of the Former Emperor Yuanzhu got up from the ground again.

"I cannot fall!" The hundred generals of the Hongwu Dragon Guard struggled unwillingly and stood up shakily.

However, in the next instant, a fist the size of a sandbag came into view.

The hundred guards of Hongwu suddenly went black and fell unconscious to the ground.

At this moment, all the other Hongwu Dragon Guards had also fallen.

"Having lost both battles, it seems the Ming Dynasty is gradually declining!" He Nianchongshan said with a smile and a sarcastic tone.

An anger flashed across Liu Bowen's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Competing on the same stage is inherently like this. Perhaps you should first consider how to prepare for the third round of the contest!" Liu Bowen sneered.

"We're just using a new legion that we learned from Xinghan. If we lose, we'll get used to it. But if your side loses using your own legion, that won't look so good!"

"Then there's no need for you to worry about that. The Star Han Empire is full of martial spirit, and the Mongol Yuan Dynasty respects heroes like these the most, unlike some people who make excuses after losing."

"A counterfeit product made by stealing techniques will never be as good as the real thing!"

Liu Bowen and Chongshan engaged in a subtle but sharp exchange of barbs, while Zhuge Liang maintained a smile throughout, though he remained secretly on guard.

The Mongol Yuan dynasty wanted to win them over to provoke the Ming dynasty, but the Ming dynasty, for reasons unknown, acted in a completely contradictory manner, as if shrouded in mystery.

"In the third match, Xinghan will face the Mongol Yuan. Xinghan will send its envoy first!"

Zhuge Liang quietly launched a legion, the Eleventh Eagle Banner Legion.

"Luciano, send your men up there, regardless of their lives!"

"You'd better be careful. This legion originated from Rome and has a blood debt with you. Once you step into the arena, it may be a fight to the death!"

Zhuge Liang tentatively spoke to He Nian Chongshan, wanting to see his reaction.

“Mr. Kongming, once you step onto the arena, it is a battlefield. Life and death are predetermined, so there is no need to worry. Being able to return to the embrace of the Eternal Heaven is also the wish of a warrior.” He Nian Chongshan’s reaction was quite calm.

As if confident in his own army, yet indifferent to the deaths of a hundred warriors, Zhuge Liang could not discern anything from the other party's reaction.

"Let the warriors who have a blood feud with the Eternal Heaven rise to the stage, crush their opponents, and disregard life and death!"

A hundred-man squad quickly emerged from the Mongol camp, exuding an ominous aura.

"What a strange legion!"

Gao Shun frowned. He couldn't figure out his opponent's tactics, but he could tell from the aura alone that his opponent was definitely not simple.

Or rather, the soldiers who can participate in such a gambling arena are at least top-tier three-talent legions.

"The aura of a curse... it seems to be a curse triggered by death?"

Lu Bu closed his eyes and carefully sensed for a moment, sensing an aura emanating from the Mongol soldiers.

"This is the power of the fragments of the sacred song!" Guan Yu said with certainty.

He participated in the research of the artifact and is very familiar with the aura of the hymn.

"The Mongol Yuan dynasty did indeed have a way of utilizing the fragments of the sacred song, but I wonder which one it was!" Lu Bu nodded, agreeing with Guan Yu's statement.

"This is not surprising. A great empire like ours, spanning the world, will inevitably begin to explore the power of the sacred hymn if it wants to break through its limits!"

“We had already noticed this when we were dealing with the Zerg Scourge.”

Jia Xu was not surprised; he had known about it beforehand, and now he was just curious about how much the Mongol Yuan dynasty had acquired.

Even with extraordinary abilities, he couldn't possibly uncover such a top-secret information.

"Battle begins!"

At a command, the Mongol soldiers brandished their broadswords and charged forward.

"Boom!"

The soldiers of the Eleventh Eagle Banner Loyal Claudie Legion parried the greatsword, feeling its fierce power and terrifying impact, and held back without any further restraint.

"It can actually shake the defense; its power is quite strong, but it's not enough!" Luciano, who was watching the battle, said indifferently.

They came this time to avenge Rome, and had already undergone a series of trials. Each of the hundred selected soldiers accepted a sacrifice from a beast of the Inner Qi level. Even if they could not fully utilize it, it was enough to give these soldiers a great boost.

Sacrifice itself is their ability, just like weapons and armor. It does not violate the rules, and the power they can withstand belongs to them.

Correspondingly, the Blood Feud Warriors opposite them also used an unknown secret technique to enhance their buffs with fragments of sacred hymns.

"Suffer to death!"

The Blood Feud Warriors Legion activated their secret technique, their bodies shimmering with red light. Their fierce aura directly blew away the surrounding dust, and their cloaks moved without wind.

He swung his broadsword fiercely and slashed at the Eleventh Legion, sparks flying and the soldiers of the Eleventh Legion staggered back several steps.

"Go all out!"

The Roman centurion roared in anger; they had come for revenge.

"Fivefold Cycle of Sacrifice!"

The soldiers of the 11th Legion directly activated the final form of their elite talent, sacrificing themselves to unleash a surge of power, and their fierce aura soared into the sky.

"kill!"

Both sides launched a fierce attack on each other. In this head-on confrontation, there was no way to dodge and one could only take the hit. In close combat, blood splattered in an instant, and all the old and new grudges were released at this moment.

"Get out of my way!" The Roman centurion wielded a giant axe, as large as a man, stirring up wind and thunder, displaying his extreme destructive power in this moment.

"I underestimated you."

The centurion, a warrior sworn to the Mongol Yuan dynasty, used his long-handled saber to withstand a blow from the giant axe, staggering back several steps in a sorry state, utterly unable to withstand such ferocious power.

The Roman centurion took a deep breath, lowered his center of gravity, and mobilized his muscles like a cheetah, preparing to pounce.

As someone who experienced Rome's glory, he could never forget the powerful Rome of that time, that short-lived yet glorious Rome.

Killing the Mongols had become their inner demon.

Therefore, upon learning of the duel, all the Roman legions volunteered to fight against Rome.

The Eleventh Legion was ultimately chosen because they had no weaknesses and could not be countered by any other legion within the current framework. They abandoned everything for revenge.

"die!"

With an explosive burst of power, the giant axe, glowing brightly, severed the long-handled horse-slaying saber, nearly disemboweling the Mongol centurion.

However, just as the Roman centurion revealed a cruel smile, a strange fluctuation occurred, and the Roman centurion was struck heavily in the chest.

It was as if a Roman centurion had struck him with an axe.

"This is?"

The Roman centurion quickly mobilized the power of sacrifice to heal his wounds, then took several steps back with a solemn expression.

"kill!"

A Roman soldier plunged a short sword into the heart of the warrior with a blood feud, and in the next instant, the Roman soldier suffered the same wound to his heart.

However, the warrior who had been pierced in the heart was still able to fight, while the Roman soldiers died instantly.

However, in his final moments, he gave all his strength to his comrades.

As a sacrificial legion, even in death, they can ensure that their power is inherited by their comrades so they can continue the fight.

"It's revenge! They can reflect the damage they've taken!" A roar pierced the battlefield, fully revealing the Blood Feud Warriors' abilities.

"Sacrifice them directly!"

The Roman centurions immediately adjusted their tactics, as their sacrificial power was not limited to sacrificing physical strength.

As long as they can establish a connection by piercing the opponent's body with their spears, and as long as the opponent is not a will-based legion, they can instantly sacrifice and kill the opponent.

After a brief exchange of blows, the two sides tacitly retreated and reorganized their formations.

The brief exchange between the two sides had already made them realize the strength of their opponent.

Blood Feud Warriors can resist death and reflect damage.

The Eleventh Eagle Banner Legion possesses greater strength and is able to gain an absolute advantage in close combat.

After changing their strategy, they were even able to directly send away blood feud warriors who resisted death through sacrifice.

Both sides are the opponents they least want to face. In comparison, the Eleventh Hawk seems to be at a greater disadvantage, since they can't always complete the sacrifice, while the opponent can reflect the injury 100% of the time.

In this mode of combat, the soldiers of the Eleventh Eagle Banner were almost constantly fighting to the death with their opponents.

This result made Luciano's face very ugly.

This was their revenge, but it was thwarted by the Mongol Yuan's revenge, which was unacceptable to them.

"The Eleventh Eagle Flag is in danger. At this rate, both sides will perish together, but the other side can rely on that strange resistance to death to survive a few people!"

Gao Shun frowned. Apart from miraculously denying revenge, he couldn't think of a better way to deal with it for the time being.

The opponent's ability to retaliate is clearly terrifying.

It's no longer a level that can be dealt with by simple techniques.

"Is this legion specifically designed to counter super-powerful legions like the Shooting Sound Battalion and the Peacock Legion?"

Zhuge Liang squinted. This power of revenge and counterattack must have come from a fragment of a sacred hymn, otherwise it wouldn't be so domineering.

The Kushan Empire also had the blessing of a vengeful goddess, but the strength of their revenge and counterattacks was completely different.

The blessing of the goddess of vengeance is at most a means of sacrificing cannon fodder, but now the revenge counterattack of the Blood Feud Warriors is more like a mutual destruction kill.

Legions similar to the Undead Guards seem to have a greater advantage when they are on the field.

After all, in this kind of battle where injuries are exchanged for injuries, soldiers with health bars longer than lives have a greater advantage.

However, the lineup for the competition is already set, and there is no room for change.

Regardless of how people outside the arena view it, the battle inside the arena has completely entered a white-hot stage.

"kill!"

Sparks flew, blades shattered, and even though the Eleventh Loyal Claudius Legion was worthy of being one of the three most talented legions in Rome, they continued to die.

Warriors on both sides fell one after another, and soon only a dozen or so remained, fiercely fighting on.

"Come to hell with me!"

The centurion, a warrior embroiled in a blood feud with the Mongol Yuan dynasty, revealed a ferocious smile and abandoned his defenses, charging directly at the Roman centurion.

They planned to take down the Roman centurion directly through a tactic of trading blows for blows, even life for life.

He may be on the verge of death, but his opponent will certainly be killed by a double blow.

"You are the ones who deserve to go to hell!" The Roman centurion blocked the attack, threw down his weapon, and rushed towards the Roman centurion's face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive punches left the centurion, a warrior with a blood feud, with blood gushing from his face.

The same injury that appeared on the Roman centurion's face was instantly healed by an invisible force.

The 11th Legion could easily repair such injuries by consuming the power of their comrades' sacrifices. On the contrary, the Centurion, the Blood Feud Warrior, was bruised and battered beyond recognition.

"Come on, let's see who goes to hell first!"

The Roman centurion roared as he clashed with the Mongol centurion, each move aimed directly at the face, as if he intended to kill his opponent with his bare hands.

By drawing the Blood Feud Warriors into close-quarters combat, actively reducing their attacks, and relying on sacrifices to recover from injuries, the remaining remnants of the Eleventh Eagle Banner gained an absolute advantage.

"It seems the warriors of the Eternal Heaven are going to lose!" Liu Bowen said with a mocking smile.

"Hmph! We only lost one game!" He Nian Chongshan sneered.

"You should worry more about the upcoming duel between the Ming Dynasty and us."

For other legions, especially those focused on extreme attacks, Blood Feud Warriors are the best counter.

However, against a legion like the Eleventh Eagle Banner, which has high base stats and can self-repair, Blood Feud Warriors were at a disadvantage.

"Die!"

The Roman centurion roared and slammed his head into the Mongol centurion's chin. The impact rebounded, and the Mongol centurion immediately lost consciousness.

The Roman centurion swayed a few times before crashing to the ground, but he did not immediately lose consciousness; the timely sacrifice of his comrade kept him mostly conscious.

When he struggled to his feet, only a handful of Roman soldiers remained standing on the battlefield.

They won, albeit a narrow victory.

After the battle was decided, Luciano immediately led his personal guards into the arena, sacrificing the power reserves within the Eagle Banner to begin treating the wounded.

"Sacrifice the Eagle Flag reserves and immediately treat the wounded!"

After changing their battle strategy and discarding their weapons, most of the 11th Eagle Banner Regiment soldiers were seriously wounded and unconscious, but some could still be saved. In contrast, more of the Mongol soldiers could be saved, and most of them were just unconscious.

Having the ability to resist death, it has a far greater advantage than the Eleventh Eagle in terms of casualties.

Regardless, the Eleventh Eagle Flag emerged victorious. (End of Chapter)