Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"Even if you are envoys from Luoyang, we will absolutely not tolerate your provocation against the Celts!"

The new leader of the five thousand Celts is a young man who has inherited the title of the Son of Light, Cú Chulainn.

He is the only Celt to have cultivated to the point of breaking through the barrier.

He was already invincible against the Celtics at the age of eighteen.

Faced with Ma Er's undisguised contempt, Cú Chulainn was furious. He gripped his crimson spear tightly, wishing he could rush up and teach Ma Er a lesson immediately.

"Come!"

Ma Er revealed a contemptuous smile. He was truly a frog in a well, a mere Transcendent Realm cultivator, yet he thought he was a savior.

"Go! Let them know what real power is!" Ma Er, carrying the banner, charged directly towards the Celtics.

The banner swept across, and several Celtic players were immediately sent flying.

Both sides dropped their weapons and engaged in a passionate brawl, but in less than half an incense stick's time, half of the Celtics had already fallen.

The eight hundred elite Yellow Heaven warriors were like tigers among sheep; the Celtic's carefully selected warriors offered no resistance whatsoever and were utterly crushed.

"How is this possible!" Cú Chulainn's face was full of disbelief; every single one of these Celtic warriors had been screened by him.

He knew very well that these warriors were no ordinary people, but at this moment, they were being manipulated at will by the opposing side like toys.

It's only a matter of time before 5,000 people are defeated by the other side.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Cú Chulainn immediately unleashed his Legion talent, summoning the power of the Celtic Fairy Lake.

"A blessing from the land of fairies!"

A dazzling fairy light shimmered on the Celtic warriors, and even those who had been knocked down rose to their feet.

With Cú Chulainn's announcement, the Celtic warriors began to undergo significant changes. A large amount of the essence of heaven and earth entered their bodies, greatly increasing their strength, speed, defense, and so on. Moreover, a semi-transparent golden light membrane appeared on their bodies, like a radiant armor.

Under the radiant glow of the fairy's blessing, tiny, shimmering golden rays drifted down like snowflakes, and the defeated Celtic warriors were quickly revived, their injuries even beginning to heal at a visible speed.

Seeing the Celtic warriors, who had swelled up and become even taller under the infusion of the essence of heaven and earth, Ma Er became interested.

"So that's the ability it possesses. No wonder they bestowed such a banner upon us!"

Facing the enhanced Celtic knights, Ma Er grinned and channeled his power into the military flag.

"This thing doesn't suit us, but we can still use it. Let me show you the power of the Emperor!"

The situation reversed, and a huge funnel-shaped cloud appeared above the eight hundred soldiers of the First Yellow Heaven Legion the moment Ma Er waved the military flag.

The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth was fully activated by the military flag, which transformed into starlight and frantically poured into the bodies of the soldiers of the First Yellow Heaven Legion. The First Yellow Heaven soldiers, who could easily defeat those with three talents based on their basic attributes, frantically absorbed the starlight.

In an instant, the physique of the first Yellow Heaven soldiers underwent a significant change. The soldiers, who were originally mainly 1.8 meters tall, rapidly grew taller, their muscles began to swell, their bodies began to lengthen, and their originally flesh-colored skin was quickly covered by golden light.

Their bodies shimmered with golden light, making the soldiers of the First Yellow Heaven resemble legendary golden-armored warriors.

Feeling the overwhelming force carried by the wind, Cú Chulainn began to waver. Could they really defeat such an opponent?
At that moment, in Cú Chulainn's eyes, it was as if the sky had collapsed, making it hard to breathe.

But after all, he was a powerful cultivator who had broken through the barrier. Even though his mind was overwhelmed by the aura of the First Yellow Heaven, he quickly saw through the pressure.

"Follow me!" Cú Chulainn roared, his voice like a sharp spear piercing through the oppressive atmosphere.

The Celtic knights roared and followed Cú Chulainn, launching a small-scale attack on the First Yellow Heaven Legion as was their custom.

"Knock them all down, but don't kill them!"

Ma Er handed the military flag to his deputy, then clenched his fist and charged ahead of the Celtic knights.

"Lie down!"

Cú Chulainn threw a punch with a solemn expression, but Ma Er, that madman, didn't defend at all. Despite his tall and strong physique, he actually seemed more agile than before. In the instant he dodged the punch, he slammed it into Cú Chulainn's head with lightning speed.

"puff!"

Cú Chulainn watched helplessly as the fist slammed into his head, managing only to raise his arms before being sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into and knocking over several Celtic warriors.

"So strong!" Cú Chulainn got up with a ferocious expression. He could feel the surging power within Ma Er, which meant that his opponent had not used his full strength.

"Again!" Cú Chulainn roared as he charged toward Ma Er.

Although being knocked away was embarrassing, the injury was actually not serious at all.

Seeing Cú Chulainn return, Ma Er shook his neck; he hadn't encountered such a high-quality punching bag in a long time.

"The Piercing Thorn Spear!"

Cú Chulainn fully unleashed his power; although he did not wield a spear, the causal link between them was unbreakable.

Almost instantly, Cú Chulainn appeared in front of Ma Er and punched him in the chest.

"I won!" Cú Chulainn was very confident in his move.

It's important to understand that this is a move that reverses cause and effect. It may seem like the punch causes damage, but in reality, causing damage is the cause, and the punch itself becomes a result.

Although the opponent looks tough, the chest is a vital spot. Even if one punch doesn't knock the opponent down, it's enough to secure victory.

"boom!"

The fist was caught firmly by a large hand.

Cú Chulainn's pupils widened as he stared in disbelief at Ma Er. This was a deadly move he had only learned after breaking through his limits, yet it had absolutely no effect on Ma Er.

"What a load of nonsense!" A miraculous light shone from Ma Er's body, directly negating Cú Chulainn's distorted cause and effect.

In the face of miracles, all fancy special effects are meaningless; only the purest numerical values ​​can stand against miracles.

Cú Chulainn didn't understand this and, unwilling to give up, used the reverse cause and effect technique a second time, but still couldn't cause any damage and was kicked away by Ma Er.

"Why is this happening?" Cú Chulainn's eyes were filled with confusion. His trump card was completely ineffective against his opponent, which made him almost lose the desire to continue fighting. He wanted to ask Ma Er for an explanation.

Unfortunately, Ma Er was not one to stop, and his fists rained down on Cú Chulainn.

Cú Chulainn tried to speak, but Ma Er punched him in the mouth, miraculously sealing his mouth. Cú Chulainn couldn't utter a single word and could only engage in a passionate brawl with Ma Er.

Ma Er was getting more and more into the fight; he hadn't encountered such a comfortable punching bag in a long time.

The last time it went this smoothly was with Ma Chao, but unfortunately Ma Chao is too strong now. Even with a miracle, he still can't beat Ma Chao in a real fight.

Miracles aren't afraid of any fancy special effects, but Ma Chao's basic abilities completely overwhelm them. Aside from overwhelming them with numbers, he can't defeat them at all.

So Ma Er was completely caught up in the action and started using Cú Chulainn as a punching bag.

On the other side, the soldiers of the First Yellow Heaven completely overwhelmed the Celtic warriors in every aspect.

The sound of that punch was so loud it was almost oppressive; one punch could basically take down a Celtic warrior.

Conversely, the Celtics' all-out punch only managed to make the First Heaven soldier wince in pain. The two sides were simply not on the same level in terms of skill.

Even though the soldiers of the First Yellow Heaven were not using their original abilities, but rather the enhancements that came with their military flag, they had already mastered all sorts of skills.

In their current state, they can easily manage the situation by relying on their skilled techniques.

They weren't showing off their skills, but rather using this method to guide the Celts and show them how to use the flag.

Whether the Celtics understood or not, they didn't care; as long as they beat them more, the other side would remember.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Ma Er staggered back a few steps, looking at the erupting Cú Chulainn with slight surprise.

Surrounding the other party were various strange characters, which then flew into the sky and exploded completely.

"All units, strengthen!"

Cú Chulainn broke through the miraculous blockade with a roar.

The strange characters burst forth with iridescent light, flowing into all the Celtic warriors who were still standing.

"A second blessing? That's interesting!"

Ma Er's eyes gleamed. After all, he was someone who spent every day with the God of War, and he immediately saw through the essence of Cú Chulainn's move.

If the previous method involved drawing upon the essence of heaven and earth for enhancement, now it's about forcibly linking to the Fairy Lake through peculiar script, much like how the military spirit relies on the will of the empire to gain a significant boost.

This situation is bound to be unsustainable, meaning the opposing team is starting to fight desperately.

The next instant, the Celts roared and charged, slamming their bodies into the first Yellow Heaven soldiers.

This move was originally supposed to be accompanied by a warhorse, but in this kind of sparring, there are naturally no weapons or warhorses. However, even without a warhorse, the speed is not slow at all.

With a muffled thud, the charging Celtic stumbled. In that instant, the eyes of the Celtic warriors turned red. The first Yellow Heaven Warrior naturally used defensive parrying and force deflection the impact, demonstrating a remarkably sophisticated technique.

This directly neutralized the force of the charge, and even bounced it back towards the Celtics.

The powerful charge was easily thwarted, and the Celts, refusing to believe it, launched a second wave of attack, only to find that the first Yellow Heaven Warriors had also made the same move.

"boom!"

The dull thuds of impact echoed one after another; with just one strike, the Celtic warriors were sent flying backward as if they had been hit by horses.

Many people have realized that the opponent is using their own techniques, but they are stronger and more skilled at them.

After rolling twice on the ground, the Celtic Warrior spat out a mouthful of blood and got up, while Huang Tian, ​​the number one on the opposite side, stood calmly, as if he had completely ignored the fact that force is mutual.

This scene truly shocked the Celtics; was that even a human being on the other side?

Their strength and defense were unlike anything human; their all-out attacks couldn't even budge their opponents, while the opposing side easily defeated them with their own techniques.

Are you kidding me!
What kind of monster is on the other side?

"This is boring, let's end it!" Ma Er grinned, sensing the trembling of the entire Celtic legion. This level of opponent couldn't even excite them; they were simply too weak.

Legions of this caliber are utterly unworthy of bearing the Emperor's banner.

But delivering the flag was an order, and Ma Er wouldn't disobey it, but that didn't stop him from trying to force things to grow faster.

On that day, the Celts recalled the feeling of being ruled by the strong.

Five thousand people were all taken down by eight hundred.

Even Cú Chulainn was covered in bruises.

However, this was only the beginning of a nightmare.

The first Yellow Heaven's eight hundred men would attack every other day, completely disregarding the Celts' condition and launching a violent assault.

Over the course of seven days, the Celtics were repeatedly crushed three or four times.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Cú Chulainn roared, but the aggravation of his wounds caused him to wince instantly.

When Ma Er attacked him, he used a miraculous technique, so his injuries healed even slower than those of ordinary soldiers.

"Everyone in armor, let's fight them to the death today!"

Driven to desperation, the Celtics immediately donned armor, just like Cú Chulainn, and crouched down to await the arrival of the first yellow sky.

"Hey, something new today? Looks like we're going to have a good fight!"

Ma Er grinned maliciously and used the essence of heaven and earth to directly condense a stick as tall as a person in his hand.

He weighed the object created from the essence of heaven and earth in his hand; this thing couldn't be more convenient for beating people up.

"You have armor, so it's understandable that we use weapons too!" Ma Er and the soldiers of the First Yellow Heaven revealed a ferocious smile.

You think that being unarmed is restricting you, but it's actually protecting you.

Let me show you how formidable Huang Tian, ​​the first person to be armed, is.

Previously, using fists didn't have a significant effect on shockwaves, but now that they've switched to sticks, the Celtics can only hold out for a shorter time.

The club, carrying a shockwave, struck the Celts through their armor, causing them to cough up blood with a single blow.

The battle lasted for less than half the previous time.

Cú Chulainn stared silently at Ma Er. The gap in skill was simply too great. He had a premonition that if they used weapons, they might lose even more miserably.

Although there were only eight hundred people, they were like an insurmountable mountain in front of the five thousand people, impossible to surpass.

But Cú Chulainn quickly struggled to his feet; they wouldn't give up so easily, they wanted to defend the Celtic honor.

Many Celtic players struggled to their feet, knowing they were no match for the First Yellow Sky, but they still stood behind Cú Chulainn.

"Not bad!"

Looking into the eyes of these soldiers, Ma Er nodded. Although their strength was a bit lacking, their spirit was indeed impressive. No wonder they caught the eye of the higher-ups.

"This is a banner bestowed upon you by the Emperor; do not disgrace this trust!"

"If you tarnish this flag, we will come back to clean house!"

Ma Er shoved the flag into Cú Chulainn's hands, then dusted himself off and led the First Yellow Heaven's men away like a gust of wind.

Cú Chulainn stared blankly at the flag in his hand, feeling the immense power within it, completely bewildered as to what was happening.

It was as if the other party had only come to beat them up a few times. (End of Chapter)