Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"Congratulations, Marshal, on capturing the capital!"

Wu Fei stood respectfully before Lü Meng and offered his congratulations.

"You did a great job. I will not forget the contributions of your Wu family!" A satisfied smile appeared on Lu Meng's face.

Wu Fei's crucial backstab was quite effective, directly crushing the fighting spirit of the Chu army, and even the gods fled as a result.

The entire capital city fell completely under Xinghan's control in the blink of an eye.

What surprised Lü Meng even more was that Wu Fei captured the King of Chu and his civil and military officials.

Lu Meng's siege left these people with nowhere to escape, and they were eventually easily captured by the Wu family.

"Wu Fei, you traitorous scoundrel, you will not have a good end!" King Chu roared angrily, feeling betrayed.

But to Wu Fei, the roar sounded like the howl of a wild dog; it was not only harmless but also unusually pleasant to hear.

“You are nothing but a slave of the gods, how could you be worthy of my loyalty?” Wu Fei said calmly, revealing the biggest reason for his betrayal of the King of Chu.

"Take him away and dig out everything he knows!"

Lu Meng waved his hand; he wasn't in the mood for melodrama. What he wanted to know most right now was the secret of the sacred land of Chu.

"Report, Marshal, the capital has been completely taken control, and all prisoners have been separated and are being held in guard!" Li Yan reported the good news to Lü Meng after cleaning up the battlefield.

Without the support of the altar, the Chu army surrendered faster than expected, partly due to the influence of the Wu family.

Overall, Lü Meng was quite satisfied with the result; at least several of his envisioned goals had been achieved.

"Those prisoners are yours to handle, is that alright?" Lu Meng turned to Wu Fei and asked.

"Please rest assured, I will make them submit to you immediately!" Wu Fei patted his chest and took over the task. He had scattered the private army for this very moment.

"General Dian, accompany our new King of Chu to accept the prisoners!"

Lu Meng nodded in satisfaction, then gave the task of guarding Dian Wei, who stood to the side like an iron tower.

“Alright!” Dian Wei said, standing directly behind Wu Fei.

Feeling the shadow cast by Dian Wei, Wu Fei's breathing became a little rapid. He had personally witnessed Dian Wei's heroic figure tearing apart a god.

He knew what Lü Meng meant; if he dared to make any underhanded moves, Dian Wei would kill him without mercy.

But what excited him even more was Lü Meng's title, the New King of Chu—what a delightful title!

"Thank you for your kindness, Marshal!" Wu Fei left, expressing his deepest gratitude.

Lu Meng watched his departing figure without saying a word. Wu Fei was a traitor to the State of Chu, but to them he was indeed a meritorious official.

As long as the other party doesn't harbor any disloyal intentions, keeping them in charge of the Chu region isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Supporting a puppet regime can only benefit its subsequent actions.

The technical staff quickly extracted all the information about the divine land from the King of Chu's mind.

"It really is the influence of the hymns..."

Lu Meng looked at the things the King of Chu had given him and felt a slight headache. Nothing involving sacred songs was easy to handle.

The establishment of the State of Chu was just as they had anticipated. The first King of Chu obtained a fragment of the sacred song, and the two complemented each other to establish the State of Chu.

But with the death of the first King of Chu, the fragments of the sacred song suddenly grew, and the cooperative relationship instantly turned into a master-servant relationship, and the Kingdom of Chu became a paradise for the gods.

"To have survived to this day by harvesting the souls and beliefs of a nation..." Lu Meng's expression turned unnatural.

Chi You caused a great upheaval in less than a year, and now this so-called "Taiyi" has existed for hundreds of years.

Even considering the size of the Chu state, its existence over such a long period of time has already brought about certain changes.

"Send someone with the King of Chu's orders to take over the 50,000 border troops. Let's seize all the forces first!"

"Let's compile our report and send it to Luoyang to request assistance and support!"

Lu Meng took a deep breath and gave instructions to the guards beside him.

This is not the time to stubbornly resist. When facing an old monster, the safest approach is to call for reinforcements.

After receiving Lü Meng's battle report, the Luoyang authorities held an emergency meeting.

“Every time there’s a problem, he calls for help from the rear. We’re not here to clean up Lu Meng’s messes!” Guo Jia was very dissatisfied with Lu Meng’s report.

As the commander-in-chief of the first expeditionary force of Xinghan, Lü Meng had only received a vague intelligence report, and was not even sure of the enemy's true strength, yet he still asked for support from the rear. This was not a good habit.

"The intelligence analysis is quite fair; this has indeed exceeded their ability to respond!" Jia Xu didn't quite agree with Guo Jia's opinion.

Taking precautions is a good quality, and since they have the resources now, it's only right that they support Lü Meng.

The rear can't hold the front back.

Moreover, Lü Meng did a good job, seizing power in the Chu state in a very short time, and using the Wu family as a fulcrum, bringing the entire Chu state under his rule.

"Let Lord Wu'an take the First Yellow Heaven with him. If it really is the Holy Song Old Monster, without the Miracle Legion, he might not be enough!"

Mu Yi carefully reviewed the battle report and then made his final decision.

The existence of hymns should always be taken seriously.

Based on the information gathered so far, most of the Anthems can control a set of rules, and the Miracle Legion can forcibly deny the reality distorted by these rules.

There are very few things that can threaten the Empire, and the fragments and reincarnations of the Hymn are among them.

Although Zhuge Liang and others judged that this so-called "Taiyi" was definitely not particularly strong, otherwise Lü Meng would not have been able to take the capital so easily.

But anything can happen, after all, it was the first expeditionary force, and they had to set an example for those who followed.

Moreover, given their central position, failure would cause many people to harbor thoughts they shouldn't have.

After the discussion ended, Zhuge Liang took out another report.

"Your Majesty, the scouts have sent back new information: there's trouble with the Yuan family!"

"The Yuan family?" Mu Yi glanced at them and his expression turned serious.

"Has the Han Dynasty launched another attack on the Yuan family?"

"What's going on?" Mu Yi looked at Jia Xu. Jia Xu was in charge of intelligence, and it was a dereliction of duty that this matter was not reported in advance.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. The Han Dynasty has only sent young officers and soldiers for this mission, which is also intended to train the troops."

The fact that the Great Han would rise up again was within Xinghan's expectations.

They had long been prepared to start another war, and even hired Celts to pose as wild barbarians to harass the Han Empire.

But in their plan, the Yuan family and the Han Dynasty had just signed an agreement to open their markets to each other, and were developing peacefully as if in a honeymoon period.

The sudden deployment of troops was not a good sign.

"Based on the current intelligence, this batch of troops will not take direct action for the time being, but small-scale skirmishes are unavoidable," Jia Xu analyzed the situation.

He had already discovered that this large army was a newly formed force assembled by the three families of the Han Dynasty. Its deployment to the vicinity of the Yuan family at this time wouldn't directly disrupt the honeymoon period between the two sides. This new army was mostly composed of young men, which meant that after constant small-scale skirmishes, it was destined to provoke war.

After all, young people don't care about so much, especially those who come from a powerful empire like the Han Dynasty, who are even more proud.

"Let the Celtics test their skills, and keep the Yuan family informed of the follow-up news. They can't afford to fall yet!"

After thinking for a moment, Mu Yi came up with a plan.

The Celts performed their duties as wild savages very well, or perhaps they had simply become accustomed to their previous nomadic lifestyle.

After setting off from near the Yuan family, he quickly conquered an area and began to act as a local tyrant, even gathering a group of auxiliary troops, which somewhat resembled Rome.

Although they are now loyal to Xinghan, they are still most familiar with Rome.

In the Celtic settlement, with a hint of bitterness in his voice, a Celt inquired.

They all knew very well what would happen if they tried to harass the Han.

What do we do now?

“Execute the orders!” Cú Chulainn sighed. “We are now citizens of Star Han. If we want a better life, we must rely on our own hands to strive for it.”

"This mission is indeed very difficult for us, but if we do it well, we will also gain a lot!"

"We are so much better off now than before!"

Most people around nodded in agreement; the mission was indeed somewhat dangerous.

But for them, this is far less significant than the period when they outwitted and outmaneuvered Rome.

At least for now, their hometown is not under threat, so they can go all out.

As for sacrifices, they were already used to them.

Or rather, they feel even more insecure about what they have gained without making any sacrifices.

"In that case, prepare for the blood sacrifice!" A resolute glint flashed in Cú Chulainn's eyes.

"Bring up all the prisoners we captured earlier. If that's not enough, keep capturing. This time, we must recreate at least two top-tier mythical inheritances!"

Cú Chulainn's order caused a drastic change in the expressions of those around him, as they were all well aware of the dangers of blood sacrifice.

Cú Chulainn's success was made possible by the sacrifices of countless Celts.

Even though they have many prisoners now, the Celtic heritage must be carried on by Celtic blood.

If the succession fails, the successor will die immediately.

It was a rather cruel and barbaric method. Zhuge Liang did try to improve it in some ways, but because it had too many drawbacks and too low a potential, Zhuge Liang didn't pay much attention to it.

On the contrary, the Celts clung to this tradition and refused to let go.

After all, even though Cú Chulainn was a very successful successor, his potential still didn't rank him in the top tier of the entire Star River.

The top tier today is a rather large group.

However, Zhuge Liang didn't care, but for the Celtics, it was a completely different story.

Thanks to Zhuge Liang's modifications, the success rate increased by at least 30%.

But that's for ordinary inheritances; the success rate for the most advanced mythological inheritances is still terrifyingly low.

"Have you forgotten what kind of life we ​​had before after a few days of good times?" Cú Chulainn coldly stared at everyone present.

"If you don't want to go back to that kind of life, then seize this opportunity!"

Cú Chulainn's words were like a bucket of cold water, reminding many Celts who had witnessed the turbulent times of their past lives.

How many people are we deploying this time?

“Three hundred men!” Cú Chulainn paused for a moment, then gave a number directly.

The Celts quickly gathered the necessary materials for the blood sacrifice.

“Show yourself from the myths!” Cú Chulainn looked at the sacred objects on the altar with a bitter smile on his face.

Even if the transmission of mythology is successful, the person may not necessarily be a normal person; there is a high probability that the person will be distorted.

If problems arise, he must personally resolve the anomaly.

As everything was ready, Celtic epic songs began to play, and the image of the Celts' pioneering journey from ancient times flashed on the altar. From being a powerful force to being dependent on others, the Celts still existed.

A radiance appeared on the altar. The Celts killed their captives and pushed them onto the altar. The radiance devoured the offerings and then began to circulate.

“Let’s begin!” Cú Chulainn declared.

One Celtic warrior after another ascended the altar and entered the radiance; if successful, they could emerge.

But if they fail, they will become part of the radiance, providing nourishment for the next successor.

The 173rd person.

Cú Chulainn, his face grim, killed the monster before him, his heart filled with frustration. One hundred and seventy-three people had been sacrificed, yet only three mutated monsters had been born.

"Great Emperor, please bless your people, the Celts!" Cú Chulainn prayed silently to the heavens.

He hated himself for being unable to do anything.

For the 299th person, nothing happened.

At this moment, the light on the altar had reached an incomparably dazzling level.

If successful, it will undoubtedly be the Celtics' most prestigious legacy.

The last warrior stepped onto the altar and fearlessly walked into the glory.

A long time passed, and the Celts beneath the altar were incredibly anxious yet full of hope; this was the first time the time had stretched so far.

Amidst everyone's expectant gaze, a beam of starlight descended from the sky and plunged straight into the radiance.

As the light faded, the warrior stepped down from the altar, his lifeless eyes suddenly bursting with astonishing brilliance, radiating a kingly majesty.

"I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Knights!" the warrior said calmly, raising his head.

He is a hero in the Celtic epics, the most famous epic hero - King Arthur.

"It worked?" Cú Chulainn stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He thought he was going to fail completely this time, but when he thought of that glimmer of starlight falling, Cú Chulainn realized the truth.

The imperial will distorted reality, forcibly achieving a successful outcome.

"Is this the power of the Empire?" Cú Chulainn felt an increasing sense of awe.

He didn't know if his prayers had truly worked, or for some other reason, but at least he knew that he wouldn't have to bear the Celtic fate alone anymore. (End of Chapter)