Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

In the divine land of Chu, Taiyi, seated atop his throne in the Heavenly Palace, coldly issued his orders.

"Command all the gods to act together!"

The command of the Supreme God spread to every corner of the divine land.

"Humans, this time, I will not lose!" Yun Zhongjun picked up his divine weapon and charged down the altar.

He refined the power of the blood sacrifice, revealing his strength to the fullest extent. He was going to teach that barbarian Dian Wei a lesson!
The moment he crossed the altar, Yun Zhongjun found Dian Wei in the wind.

At this moment, Dian Wei was following Li Jue and Guo Si. His task was to protect the two of them and prevent a surprise attack from the powerful generals of the gods.

Li Jue and Guo Si were both capable fighters, but they were still no match for truly strong opponents.

Even under the suppression of an overwhelming amount of cloud energy, the two were simply unable to defeat the super-powerful general.

The Xiliang Iron Cavalry feared no legion as their opponent, but they had no good way to deal with decapitation tactics.

Having already witnessed the power of the gods of Chu, they naturally wouldn't act recklessly and accepted Dian Wei as their protector.

However, according to their request, Dian Wei can only deal with super-powerful monsters; the Xiliang Iron Cavalry will handle the rest.

Dian Wei didn't object; he was worried that he might hinder others on the battlefield, so it was better not to take action.

"Got you!"

Yun Zhongjun's eyes blazed with fury, and he charged toward Dian Wei with the divine messengers behind him.

"Watch out from the sky! Birdmen are flying over here!" a Xiliang Iron Cavalry soldier shouted.

Dian Wei suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky. Under the suppression of the clouds, his internal energy was unable to leave his body and he could not fly. Those who could fly were creatures that could fly by nature.

"Eighteen?" Dian Wei squinted, pulled a halberd from his waist, and then attacked fiercely.

Eighteen meteors streaked across the sky, and the eighteen divine messengers following Yun Zhongjun crashed to the ground.

And there was a bright, gleaming hole on their foreheads.

"How dare you!" Yun Zhongjun roared in fury as he launched an attack. "This time, I will make you, a mere mortal, know what divine power is!"

The spear pierced the air with a chilling shriek, traversing a vast distance to instantly strike Dian Wei's throat.

In the blink of an eye, Dian Wei's muscles almost creaked as his body suddenly twisted, creating a powerful gust of wind.

Amidst the deafening roar, the heavy, cold iron spear in Yun Zhongjun's hand was quietly grasped by a hand, the long spear, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone, firmly wedged into the palm of that hand.

jump!
In a brief moment, the two forces clashed on the spear.

Then it suddenly deformed and broke apart, with fragments flying in all directions, tearing apart Dian Wei and Yun Zhongjun's bodies.

Even the most exquisitely crafted artifacts could not withstand such a brutal clash of forces.

"Pfft~"

Dian Wei's chest was suddenly torn open, and a jet of hot blood spurted out. He threw a backhand punch, and Yun Zhongjun's figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

Yun Zhongjun grinned maliciously and placed his claws in front of his eyes, watching the blood fall.

Dian Wei frowned as he looked at the wound that was healing incredibly slowly, knowing that this was a killing move that his opponent had deliberately prepared for him.

"You're much stronger than last time!" Dian Wei clenched his fist, and the clothes on his arms could no longer contain his bulging muscles, which were shaken apart by the enormous power within them.

Upon hearing Dian Wei mention his previous death, Yun Zhongjun's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"You will pay the price for blasphemy, and I will torment your soul forever!"

"You? You're a defeated opponent!"

Dian Wei sneered, unleashing an extreme taunt. This was a mockery technique taught to him by Jia Xu, designed to maximally drive the enemy to madness.

The last thread of reason that kept Yun Zhongjun in his mind snapped, and he rushed towards Dian Wei with a dark face.

However, before Dian Wei could make a move, several long spears suddenly shot out from the side, blocking Yun Zhongjun's advance and aiming directly at his vital points.

Yun Zhongjun had no choice but to change his move, but his arm was still slashed by a long spear.

"Damn ants!" Yun Zhongjun roared in fury, but in the next instant he realized the problem.

The Xiliang Iron Cavalry soldiers, whom he considered as insignificant as ants, were actually able to harm him.

Only at this moment did he realize just how exaggerated the suppression of the cloud energy was.

But he had no more time to think; a fist the size of a sandbag was growing infinitely larger in his field of vision.

"Oh!"

Yun Zhongjun was sent flying by the punch. Dian Wei squinted. At the last moment, Yun Zhongjun used the wind to avoid most of the damage; otherwise, that punch would have blown Yun Zhongjun's head off.

"It's definitely much better than last time!"

Dian Wei looked at the wounds cut by the wind on his fist and affirmed again.

"You damned ants!"

Yun Zhongjun was furious. He never expected that Dian Wei, that bastard, would actually team up with the lowly soldiers he considered insignificant to attack him.

"This is war, a god high above!"

Dian Wei seemed to hear Yun Zhongjun's question and calmly gave his explanation.

War is not about right or wrong, but about victory or defeat.

In Dian Wei's eyes, a god who couldn't even comprehend this was far too arrogant and far too foolish.

"Then you can all die!"

Yun Zhongjun spread his arms, and a raging storm swept out, instantly shattering the armor of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry soldiers in front of him, leaving them covered in blood.

Dian Wei stepped forward and punched into the void. The ripples that were created by the punch neutralized the storm.

Yun Zhongjun let out a long roar, and his entire body was enveloped in a whirlwind, rushing towards Dian Wei like a moving tornado.

Dian Wei looked up at the thick clouds in the sky, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

Even someone as skilled as him had his strength suppressed by the clouds, and Yun Zhongjun should theoretically be in an even worse situation. However, the opponent was displaying an exaggerated power. Even if this power was not enough to destroy the world, its impact on the war was almost visible to the naked eye.

The soldiers around him panicked and fled from Yun Zhongjun's location. The enemy didn't care about friend or foe; the enraged tornado swallowed everything around it.

“A fragment of a sacred song?” Zhao Yun, who was outside the city, looked up at the location of Yun Zhongjun with some suspicion.

Having been sent on a mission to the main hall, Zhao Yun's sensitivity to sacred hymns far surpassed that of other generals and officers; he caught the subtle fluctuation almost instantly.

"Are these gods manifestations of fragments of the sacred hymn?" Zhao Yun wasn't quite sure, but he could clearly sense the aura of the fragments of the sacred hymn.

The aura that transcended the existence of the world was so vivid that he clearly realized it was not his imagination.

"Forget it, with General Dian here, he can't cause any trouble!" After pondering for a moment, Zhao Yun gave up the idea of ​​entering the city.

With Dian Wei and the Xiliang cavalry around, he wasn't worried about anything happening in the city.

Instead, they ran back and forth outside the city, constantly firing arrows at the city walls with incredible speed, and then quickly disappeared. The defenders on the city walls were helpless against the White Horse Cavalry, and could only curse and endure the harassment of the arrow rain.

To make matters worse, the elite troops of Danyang and the Imperial Guards are occupying the city walls, gradually expanding their control.

Even with all the gods involved, they still couldn't change the course of events.

The balance of power on the battlefield tipped completely in Xinghan's favor from the very beginning, as there was a fundamental difference in strength between the two sides.

For Xinghan, the addition of the gods was merely adding a group of imperial-level generals to the Chu army.

However, the fundamental difference between the Chu army and the Xinghan army cannot be bridged by such a group of generals and officers.

Despite the best efforts of all the gods in Chu, they were still unable to reverse the tide of the battle.

Ultimately, they were not true imperial officers.

They possess the strength of imperial officers and the talent of imperial officer legions, but they lack real battlefield experience.

The divine guards, empowered by the authority of life and death of the Grand Master of Fate and the Junior Master of Fate, were brutally beaten by the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and the Burning Imperial Guards.

Li Jue and Guo Si couldn't defeat the two Chu gods, Da Siming and Shao Siming, but the two of them, leading their legions, were able to overwhelm the two gods and beat them so badly that they had no chance to fight back.

The densely packed divine guards not only failed to turn the tide of battle, but were instead forced into a series of defeats.

Dongjun transformed into the sun, single-handedly disrupting the light and shadow of the entire battlefield, yet he was no longer able to intervene in the war.

The other gods were even less significant, completely overwhelmed by the legionary war, failing to make a ripple.

"Why, why are mere humans so strong!" the god roared hoarsely, but only swords answered it.

Lu Meng commanded the army to advance in an orderly manner, and when the main city gate was about to fall, he shot a signal into the sky.

Wu Fei, who had been preparing in the city for a long time, was so excited when he saw the signal that he knew that the Wu family's path to prosperity was only one step away.

"Follow me! I'll take you to destroy the altar!" Wu Fei knew very well where the most crucial place in the royal city was right now.

The Wu family members and the assassins they secretly kept followed closely behind Wu Fei.

The eight hundred elite troops that Lü Meng had dispatched into the city also rushed toward the altar.

"Your Majesty, Wu Fei is leading over a thousand men toward the altar!" a minister reported anxiously to the King of Chu.

"The front lines have been defeated?" King Chu slumped to the ground, staring at the divine images on the altar, utterly devastated.

"No, not yet. Wu Fei might be plotting a rebellion!"

The ministers under the King of Chu helped him up and said anxiously.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The King of Chu waved his hand, not believing it at all.

King Chu had seen all of Wu Fei's efforts over the past few days through surveillance. He was a capable minister who could assist the state, but also a lone minister who had offended the entire aristocratic system.

The King of Chu subconsciously thought that his ministers were using this as an excuse to make trouble, after all, Wu Fei had received countless impeachments in recent days.

After all, this practice of continuing to fight and confiscating manpower has thoroughly affected the interests of the major noble families.

If it weren't for the powerful enemy outside the city, and the Wu family taking the lead and forcing them to follow suit, they would not be in their current extremely passive situation.

It was precisely because of this that these nobles continued to attack Wu Fei.

"It's just a thousand or so people, what's there to be afraid of!" King Chu coldly looked at his ministers, wondering which noble family had bribed them.

"Your Majesty!" Wu Fei abandoned his troops and came alone to the foot of the altar to request an audience.

"My dear minister, what has happened?" When the King of Chu saw that Wu Fei had come to visit alone, he trusted Wu Fei even more. After all, rebels usually just stormed in, so for him to come alone was proof of his loyalty.

"Your Majesty, please move your carriage and prepare to break through the encirclement!" Wu Fei knelt directly before the King of Chu, pleading with an extremely grim expression.

"We...we can't hold on?" The King of Chu was shocked. He even thought of Wu Fei's rebellion, but he never dared to think that the capital was about to fall.

"I'm afraid it won't be long! Your Majesty, please make plans as soon as possible!" Wu Fei said, half-jokingly trying to scare the King of Chu.

The sheer number of Chu troops within the capital was overwhelming. Blessed by the gods, they were all fearless, and with tens of thousands of divine guards assisting them, even if the Star Han Empire held a complete advantage, it would still take them considerable time to break through.

They might not even be able to break through, since if their advantage cannot be converted into a victory, they could very well be bogged down here.

Lu Meng wanted the easiest victory.

So Wu Fei made his move!

He knew this was his best chance, and possibly the only chance in his life to make a great contribution.

In any other situation, Wu Fei's actions would be tantamount to undermining morale.

But the King of Chu, having witnessed Xinghan's complete dominance, had long since begun to waver.

"Your Majesty, let's retreat. Let's retreat to the north to gather our elite forces; we might be able to march south in the future!"

The minister who had just questioned whether Wu Fei was planning a rebellion now changed his tune and echoed Wu Fei's words, refusing to mention what had just happened.

"Your Majesty, I will cover the rear. You should retreat immediately!" Wu Fei advised, seeing that the King of Chu was wavering.

The King of Chu was torn between the threat of death and his dignity as the King of Chu.

At that very moment, the phantom representing Yun Zhongjun on the altar shattered instantly, and everyone witnessed an unforgettable scene.

Dian Wei, covered in wounds, grabbed Yun Zhongjun with his strong arms and slammed him down hard.

The once high and mighty gods were utterly shattered.

"Yun Zhongjun has been defeated! Your Majesty, please retreat immediately. I will cover the rear here!" Upon seeing this, Wu Fei hurriedly continued to undermine the morale of the army.

This time the effect was immediate. The King of Chu immediately said a few polite words and fled with his officials, completely terrified.

"My dear minister, I'm leaving this place to you!"

"Don't worry, leave this to me!" Wu Fei smiled knowingly.

The King of Chu's behavior lessened his guilt; it wasn't worth risking his life for such a ruler.

"Guards!" Wu Fei gathered all his men under the altar and, without the slightest hesitation, directly mobilized the cloud energy to bombard the altar.

"Boom!" A towering explosion resounded throughout the capital.

A mushroom cloud rose from the direction of the altar, and the many gods who had been fighting hard were horrified to find that their power was waning.

Without the altar as a medium, they were unable to receive the power of the divine land.

"The King of Chu has fled!"

"The King of Chu has fled!"

Knowing that he had succeeded in capturing the city, Lü Meng immediately ordered his army to spread the news of the King of Chu's escape.

The already retreating army completely disintegrated, and even the most fearless soldiers would lose all will to fight after hearing such news.

Not to mention the decline of the gods, which completely turned the tide of battle against them. (End of Chapter)