Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, neither Xu Shu nor Zhang Xiu could feel happy.

The soldiers under their command were clearly not in good condition.

In particular, many soldiers in Zhang Xiu's own troops experienced severe nausea and vomiting.

"Plague! These undead are all carrying the plague!" Xu Shu's face turned ashen.

Battles between empires often have red lines, as crossing those lines would be a disaster for both sides.

Many of the tactics we use might end up killing our own people first.

The spread of plagues, viruses, and other such things is strictly prohibited within Xinghan.

But for the undead, the plague is like breathing; they not only spread it actively, but also smear it on every undead.

Coupled with the sheer number of undead, living beings are caught in a dilemma: whether to fight them or not.

"Immediately send someone back to invite Physician Hua to come and oversee the situation!"

Although Xu Shu was furious, he was not blinded by anger. He immediately arranged for the wounded to be isolated and invited the bigwigs to come.

An ordinary doctor might be able to solve the problem, but Xu Shu's intuition told him that this was just the appetizer, and they had better be fully prepared.

These undead are likely far more formidable than any opponent they have faced before.

Because they have absolutely no bottom line, they pose a challenge to all life.

"Request guardians and dragons from the rear to come and help!"

Xu Shu thought for a moment and then added another order.

“It’s probably not very meaningful. In my opinion, if we’re going to bring over the Miracle Legion, it would be best to bring over a legion that can attack air units!” Zhang Xiu said shamelessly.

Xu Shu rolled his eyes at Zhang Xiu: "The Miracle Legion all have missions to fulfill. At most, we'll send one vanguard suicide soldier. Don't even dream about it."

Zhang Xiu sighed. His luck was indeed not good. In the past, at least a Miracle Legion would have been mobilized to quell the situation.

Who would have thought that so many miracle legions would have such absurd things as fieldwork? Even the First Yellow Heaven Legion, on which he had placed the most hope, actually had official duties.

After defeating Taiyi, they worked with Lü Meng to gather the scattered divine realms. These things were a great boost to the imperial will, as they were the accumulation of Chu over hundreds of years. Even if the quantity was small, they were still top-quality items.

"You'd better not pin your hopes on others. You might be the pillar of this battle. If you don't want to die, you'd better think carefully about how you should fight!"

Xu Shu looked at Zhang Xiu and sighed. After thinking for a moment, he spoke directly.

Zhang Xiu's expression froze. Was he to be the pillar of the family?
real or fake.

His own unit only had one legion with three talents of the Willpower type. How could it possibly serve as the mainstay on a battlefield with a scale of millions? Just thinking about the sky-covering frost dragon horde made his head ache.

"Do you think the legacy of the Holy Fallen Riders is so easy to obtain?" Xu Shu sneered, beginning to administer strong medicine to Zhang Xiu.

"You may not know this because you've been away for so long, but a discussion has already been held in Luoyang to discuss whether or not to transfer you out and let the younger version of Ardashir take your place!"

"With your legion as a sacrifice, him as the core, and the Prime Minister assisting, there is a 30% chance of awakening the will of Saint Fallen Miracle. At that time, the Empire will have another miracle!"

Zhang Xiu's face truly changed color this time.

This completely involves his livelihood, and what terrifies him even more is that this is not an exaggeration.

For the Star Han Empire, the significance of a miracle far outweighs that of a three-talent legion with a willpower-based ability. The difference in strength between the two may not be significant, but their strategic value is worlds apart.

The most obvious difference is in how well you deal with the Anthem. Miracles can go all out, but for those with three talents in the Willpower category, they can only wait to die, at most they can struggle and put up a fight.

The reason why the Vanguard was able to achieve a miracle was because they defied the distorted rules and directly overturned a fragment of the Holy Hymn.

Although there are many reasons, the best outcome is that they held on and the car overturned on the other side.

What truly alarmed Zhang Xiu was that the discussion about replacing him had already taken place, which meant that someone had already put the plan on the agenda.

At the imperial level, nothing is off-limits.

Zhang Xiu was well aware of this, and even if he had to make the choice himself, he would make the same choice.

Miracles are truly different.

“Yuanzhi, I…” Zhang Xiu wanted to fight for something, but Xu Shu interrupted him directly.

"I can't tell you the specifics of the discussion; it was the product of a brainstorming session with Huang Tianji, not our subjective opinions!"

"I can only tell you that the resolution was not passed for two reasons: first, the success rate was too low, and second, you still have the potential to make a breakthrough. Therefore, the resolution was shelved and was not reported to the Emperor!"

"But you must understand, once the chariot starts rolling, no one can stop its speed!"

"I can only assure you that you can be transferred back to the Xiliang Iron Cavalry. You will still have the opportunity to command the Flying Bear Legion or one of the other three talent legions. The Empire will not abandon you, and you will not be deprived of anything you possess. The Empire will also give you sufficient compensation!"

Zhang Xiu's face was full of bitterness. He believed it, but the price was too high. This was the legion he had created with his own hands, and it contained his hard work.

It's like a person can continue to live even without hands, but is that really the kind of life he wants?
"I will create an opportunity for you, but whether you succeed depends on yourself!" Xu Shu patted Zhang Xiu on the shoulder, knowing that this was a cruel thing to do.

But if they had an additional miracle legion, they could potentially avoid the deaths of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

With such disparate costs placed on either side of the scale, they, as wise individuals, would naturally make the most correct choice.

However, this kind of correctness is often not accepted by the parties involved.

Zhang Xiu clenched his fist, but didn't know where to throw it.

The Star Han Empire follows a policy of promoting the capable and demoting the mediocre, which is why countless young people are able to rise directly to power.

The meritocratic system ensured the empire's vitality.

But Zhang Xiu, who still has ambition, couldn't accept having his future so clearly cut off.

"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"

Just as Zhang Xiu was feeling uneasy, a sudden long howl startled everyone awake.

A biting wind swept towards the army, carrying with it a chilling aura unique to the undead, a mixture of plague and frost.

They saw the spirits of the dead emerging from the darkness.

Endless.

Even a seasoned general like Zhang Xiu was greatly alarmed.

A dense, swarming army of undead, crawling like ants, was surging forward. Skeletons, ghouls, abominations, cave demons, gargoyles... they silently and tirelessly approached Zhang Xiu and his companions.

Above them, hundreds of frost dragons circled, each breath creating countless tiny ice crystals in the air.

"They've come out in full force!" Xu Shu's pupils contracted, his mind racing, and he immediately realized a problem.

That means the other side has been accumulating strength, waiting for him to arrive with his army, so that they won't have any chance to catch their breath and will launch a full-scale attack.

Just like attacking while the enemy is crossing the river, if their troop movement hadn't been relatively organized, they might have been overwhelmed by the enemy in a single wave of attacks when things were in complete chaos.

Fortunately, Xu Shu preferred to organize his army into mixed square formations. Now, facing the invasion of the undead army, there was no need for any additional adjustments. He could simply deploy the square formations to snipe at the undead army.

"Withdraw!" Xu Shu calmly issued the order to retreat.

But this time the undead didn't want to let them go so easily. Thousands of gargoyles crashed down like meteors, launching an air raid.

Xu Shu drew his sword and slashed horizontally, instantly pulverizing several gargoyles that rushed towards his face.

"I'll cover the rear!" Zhang Xiu roared, and a purple light swept along his spear, instantly turning dozens of gargoyles into real stones that crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The gargoyle army suffered heavy losses in a single encounter, yet it did nothing to slow down the undead that followed.

"There are too many!" Zhang Xiu fought desperately, but the number of undead seemed endless.

"Damn it!" Zhang Xiu looked up at the undead sky entangled with the clouds. If it weren't for this thing limiting his strength, he could have wiped out tens of thousands of undead with a single Hundred Birds Soaring to the Phoenix attack.

"boom!"

At that moment, a dark green meteorite appeared in Zhang Xiu's field of vision, burning with raging flames, and crashed straight down on him.

Zhang Xiu's face darkened, and without hesitation, he thrust his spear straight forward, the purple light transforming into a glass-like blade that pierced directly into the meteorite.

In just a moment, the meteorite shattered into pieces and exploded in mid-air.

Before Zhang Xiu could catch his breath, a huge, terrifying figure covered in carapace suddenly emerged from the ground, its scythe-shaped limbs slashing towards Zhang Xiu with a terrifying shriek.

At the same time, an arrow enveloped in a thick aura of darkness appeared silently.

Zhang Xiu blocked the lord's slash, but could not defend against the silent, hidden arrow.

The arrow pierced through Zhang Xiu's shoulder, leaving behind a dark power that corroded his body. Zhang Xiu used purple radiance to forcibly expel the devouring power and heal his injuries. For a top-tier divine cultivator, this was nothing.

"An interesting enemy!"

Zhang Xiu's face darkened as he glanced around and saw several Transcendent Realm experts appearing among the undead army. Although their overall strength was relatively weak, mostly consisting of Immortal Masters and ferocious beasts, Zhang Xiu was confident he could take on two or even three of them at once.

The problem is that there are roughly ten or so enemies on the other side, and together with the undead army, they are almost deadly.

Less than ten breaths into the fight, Zhang Xiu began to be injured.

Even during the fight, Zhang Xiu felt a momentary drowsiness; if he hadn't stabbed himself to quickly regain his senses, he might have been beheaded by the lord of the dungeon.

"Withdraw!" Zhang Xiu shouted, turning to leave.

However, the group of undead heroes in front of them wouldn't allow it; they didn't want to let Zhang Xiu, this troublesome individual, go.

The cave lord plunged its forelegs into the ground, and the next second, countless huge spikes burst forth from the earth, like skewers of candied hawthorns, piercing Zhang Xiu's warhorse right through the heart.

"Aaaaaah! You all deserve to die!"

Zhang Xiu was instantly enraged. This mount had been with him for many years, and he never expected it to break down here today.

There was almost no chance of saving him, and not only was his mount doomed, but if he didn't fight desperately, he would be stuck here today.

In desperation, Zhang Xiu disregarded taboos, holding the gun in one hand and pressing various vital points on his body with his right hand, shouting, "Open fire!"

In an instant, Zhang Xiu completely ignored the clouds and his inner energy surged out wildly, and the pillar of light that shot into the sky tore apart the sky of the dead.

"You all, die!"

The moment his internal energy surged, Zhang Xiu's combat power instantly rose to half of his normal level. He unleashed his spear stance, and his move "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" had the force of mowing grass.

"withdraw!"

The moment Zhang Xiu went berserk, the undead heroes panicked and retreated haphazardly. The enemy had unleashed their ultimate skill; anyone who didn't run at this point would be a fool.

Humans might have to consider morale and have to grit their teeth and fight, but the undead don't have that idea at all. They just run away and let the undead army take the hits, then come back to collect the kills after the outbreak period.

The undead heroes were extremely familiar with this process, and countless powerful warriors had fallen victim to it.

The surrounding undead surged towards Zhang Xiu like a tide, buying time for the undead heroes to retreat.

"Still trying to leave!" Zhang Xiu's eyes flashed with cold light as he unleashed a barrage of gunfire at the undead.

One after another, fire phoenixes flew out from the spear, triggering violent explosions the moment they landed.

"This can't go on any longer. I won't be able to maintain the secret technique for much longer than half a cup of tea's time!"

Zhang Xiu was getting increasingly frustrated. He hadn't expected the other side to be so shameless, abandoning their army and running away. If this happened in Xinghan, anyone who dared to do that would face a military trial and the extermination of their entire family after the war.

Unless there is absolutely no chance of victory, the officers and soldiers on Xinghan's side will definitely grit their teeth and force their way in.

Zhang Xiu began to feel unwell all over his body. He bit his tongue and struggled to maintain his posture. With a roar, he unleashed all his inner energy.

The undead heroes, who were already frightened by Zhang Xiu, ran away without looking back, and the surrounding undead were instantly slaughtered by Zhang Xiu with unparalleled mowing skills.

However, in terms of battle losses, Zhang Xiu only killed a little over two thousand undead, which was a drop in the ocean compared to the undead army. Zhang Xiu himself was in a period of weakness after the outbreak of the battle.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Zhang Xiu used all his strength to throw the spear in his hand, detonating the last wave of internal energy. Then he was carried away from the battlefield by his personal guards.

"Chase!"

The group of undead heroes immediately perked up; beating a drowning dog was their specialty.

However, before they could pursue them for very long, Xu Shu arrived with a fully-equipped square formation to provide support. This was the reason why Zhang Xiu covered Xu Shu's retreat.

Without a large army to support them, they would definitely be hunted down and killed, but with a large army to support them, their safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

While commanding the front lines, Xu Shu also coordinated the continuous arrival of reinforcements from the rear. With no time for troop preparation, he immediately engaged in battle. (End of Chapter)