Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Xu Huang's Xuanming Legion crashed into the weakest point of the undead line.

Even though the two sides have different systems, the underlying logic of war is the same, and the flaws on the front lines are real flaws.

Xu Huang charged ahead, his battle axe sweeping across the sky, its power to shatter boundaries still terrifying even under the canopy of the undead.

Although many undead rushed up, they couldn't even hinder Xu Huang.

Xu Huang wielded his battle axe, cutting through the undead with unparalleled skill, quickly attracting their attention.

Just as Xu Huang swept through the enemy ranks with a single move, turning several ghouls into dust, a spike that emerged from the ground struck Xu Huang directly in the abdomen. Had Xu Huang not been wearing triple heavy armor, this blow might have pierced through him.

Even with his armor protecting him, the blow still made Xu Huang stagger, causing him to fall off his horse and present his head to the ghoul.

With a wave of his hand, Xu Huang blasted the ghoul to pieces with his gauntlet, successfully dodging the attack. He rolled on the spot, swept his battle axe across the surrounding undead, knocking them to the ground, and then got up.

But this time when he got up, a skull flew over and pierced into Xu Huang's body. Xu Huang felt his body become heavy, and his body was bound by something invisible, which slowed him down a lot.

The surrounding undead seized the opportunity, and their abominations slammed down. Xu Huang could only raise his battle axe to block, and then kneel on the ground.

Fortunately, the Xuanming warriors behind him quickly followed, allowing Xu Huang to escape from danger.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Xu Huang's face turned ashen; he had actually narrowly escaped death.

It's true that the battlefield is dangerous, but it's real danger with real swords and guns. Xu Huang had nothing to say if he lost, but this kind of inexplicable ambush is really infuriating.

He could feel the intense necromantic power eroding his body, weakening his reflexes and strength.

Not only Xu Huang, but all the officers and soldiers fighting on the front line were attacked by the skull at the same time. As a result, all their performance was suppressed and their condition declined rapidly, degenerating from the performance of a breakthrough vanguard to that of an ordinary soldier.

"The curse of aging!"

Kel'Thuzad waved his hand gracefully, and rows of necromancers wielding staffs appeared on the battlefield. They did not possess strong offensive capabilities, but each strike would strip an elite soldier of their fighting strength.

Only the Xuanming Legion remained unaffected. Xu Huang retreated to the second line, striving to maintain his legion talent and commanding the Xuanming Legion in a fierce attack.

On the front lines, Xu Huang's commands were more accurate than Xu Shu's.

Even so, without the support of their comrades, the Xuanming Legion was unable to hold on alone and could not break through the enemy lines.

Xu Huang was extremely anxious. He used his willpower to erase the curse of aging on his body and quickly returned to normal. He wielded his battle axe and charged into the undead again to begin mowing them down.

"You never learn!"

Kel'Thuzad raised his hand, and a skull shot out, heading straight for Xu Huang's body.

"Break!"

This time, Xu Huang was highly focused, his battle axe imbued with divine will, striking the skull with unerring precision.

The skull let out a mournful howl and vanished in the wind. The curse of aging was detonated by Xu Huang in mid-air, giving it no chance to hit him.

But in the next instant, dozens of skulls engulfed Xu Huang, whose face turned ashen, and he retreated back to the second line of command.

"You can dodge one attack, but can you dodge countless attacks?"

Kel'Thuzad chuckled. He had enough necromancers under his command that Xu Huang had no chance of escaping.

"Location locked?"

Xu Shu, on the other side, didn't care at all about the thwarted attack. Instead, he calmly asked Ju Yi, who was standing to the side.

"I'm sure. If we advance another three hundred paces, I'm confident I can shoot it down!" Ju Yi squinted, staring at the direction of Kel'Thuzad.

Although he didn't make many moves, Ju Yi had already successfully located him.

However, the vanguard was not a source of sound; their long-range attacks were insufficient to kill a lich who possessed countless spells. Therefore, Ju Yi could only cautiously assess the kill distance.

"Three hundred paces? No problem!"

Xu Shu waved his hand and sent Zhang Xiu out immediately.

His most capable fighters right now are Zhang Xiu and Xu Huang. Xu Huang is at the forefront and can't get away, so he can only rely on Zhang Xiu.

"This is already the best stage, let's give it our all!"

Xu Shu's gaze was profound. In fact, he still held the Shooting Sound Battalion in his hand, which could also be used to break the deadlock.

However, Xu Shu did not forget that the undead side still had the Frost Dragon army that had not yet appeared. Playing all his trump cards at this time would be tantamount to courting death.

Therefore, he chose Zhang Xiu, fulfilling his promise to Zhang Xiu made before the war began.

He will provide Zhang Xiu with a suitable stage for him to make his final leap.

And now, these three hundred steps are Zhang Xiu's best stage.

With clear objectives and heavy responsibilities, the fate of the battlefield rested entirely on Zhang Xiu's shoulders.

Although the laws governing the occurrence of miracles have not yet been summarized, some factors can be replicated to some extent, such as immense difficulties and that insignificant hope.

It's like now; making three hundred steps forward is very difficult, and the hope is extremely slim.

But the Miracle Legion is all about doing the impossible. As long as there is even the slightest hope, the Miracle Legion will seize it and make it happen.

Zhang Xiu felt an overwhelming pressure on his shoulders; the moves he used to execute with ease were now impossible to perform.

A skull shot towards them, and Zhang Xiu casually flicked his wrist, causing a purple light to pierce through the skull and detonate it in mid-air.

More skulls rained down, but Zhang Xiu remained unmoved, a faint purple glow covering his body, and all the skulls shattered upon impact.

To powerful cultivators, these aging curses are nothing short of a joke.

If it weren't for the clouds, Zhang Xiu could have simply followed the skull's trajectory, flipped over, and killed the enemy who attacked him.

But under the clouds, he could only use his divine will to keep all attacks at bay.

Zhang Xiu ignored these formalities and instead stared intently at the spirits before him.

Three hundred steps is not a long distance, but at this moment it feels like an insurmountable chasm.

The undead in front of them were not troublesome. Under the direct and pure radiance of will, even the largest abomination was a fragile piece of trash that would die in one move in front of Zhang Xiu's main force.

Direct attacks on the will are troublesome for all undead, and this can be considered one of their few weaknesses after becoming undead.

But there were just too many of them, so many that even Zhang Xiu felt helpless.

Even though he could mow down the undead with unparalleled skill, there were simply too many enemies.

In a full quarter of an hour, Zhang Xiu's main force advanced seventy-seven steps.

Countless undead were killed, but even more undead rushed out, blocking their advance.

The more Zhang Xiu fought to kill the undead, the more deeply he became trapped among them.

"Still can't do it?" Xu Shu sighed.

He gave Zhang Xiu a full quarter of an hour, but Zhang Xiu was unable to grasp the fleeting brilliance of the miracle.

"Pass on my order: Prepare for a surprise attack!"

Xu Shu had always harbored a glaring weakness, and this weakness became crystal clear when Zhang Xiu was deeply entangled in the army. Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Shu drew his sword and launched a desperate charge.

Zhang Xiu and Xu Huang were like two nails, nailed to both sides, while simultaneously drawing all the spirits of the dead to both sides to block their advance.

Because of this tear, a huge gap appeared in the battle line in the middle area, and this gap seemed to be shining brightly in Xu Shu's eyes.

Xu Shu had noticed this long ago, so while giving Zhang Xiu an opportunity, he was also laying the groundwork for the outcome of the battle.

Zhang Xiu failed, so Xu Shu decided to take matters into his own hands.

His task was the same as Zhang Xiu's: to advance three hundred steps.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps...

Continuing to advance like cutting along a seam, Xu Shu's advance was almost unstoppable. Kel'Thuzad quickly commanded the undead to change direction and converge in the direction Xu Shu was heading.

It was precisely this kind of haphazard command that made the battle lines even more unstable.

The already somewhat uncontrollable flank forces began to retreat in quick succession the moment Kel'Thuzad gave his haphazard command.

What was originally just a problem for the central army has now become a problem of the trident, which is stuck in the entire undead front.

Kel'Thuzad was completely at a loss, and even lost confidence in commanding his troops. He felt that no matter how he commanded, he would be wrong and Xu Shu would seize the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.

In this state of mind, Kel'Thuzad simply gave up command.

Sometimes, an incompetent commander will only make the battlefield chaotic, exacerbate one's own disadvantages, and make the situation even worse.

When Kel'Thuzad gave up on micro-managing, the progress of the Star River advance actually slowed down.

The endless undead continued to exert their greatest advantage, using their invincible numbers to keep the Star River army stuck in place and unable to move.

"Ju Yi!"

As he slowly moved to the last step, Xu Shu turned around and roared loudly at Ju Yi.

We've reached the three hundred steps mark; now it's up to us to see if we can achieve the desired results.

"The vanguard will fight to the death!" Ju Yi had been prepared for this, and the moment Xu Shu roared, he began to burn with the power of his military spirit.

A massive amount of crimson power converged on the crossbow bolt; without any aiming, it was simply unleashed with a raised hand.

Ju Yi had already pinpointed the target of his attack.

They didn't give the undead any time to resolve the issue.

The moment Kel'Thuzad realized something was wrong, it was too late. He could only shield himself with a layer of frost armor and await judgment.

The crimson torrent instantly engulfed the location where Kel'Thuzad was.

When the floodwaters receded, the spot where Kel'Thuzad had stood was completely empty, riddled with holes by the torrent of arrows that had swept through the area.

"Hahaha, retreat!" Seeing that the objective had been achieved, Xu Shu immediately ordered a retreat.

"You think you can just leave now that you've come? Stay here!" Sylvanas appeared from behind Xu Shu with her undead army.

When Xu Shu launched his attack, she hadn't gone far. After realizing from an observer's perspective that Xu Shu and his men's target was Kel'Thuzad, she decided to play along, waiting for Kel'Thuzad to be killed before leading her troops out to fight.

“This direction…” Xu Shu’s face had turned completely black.

Because the raid was launched so suddenly, he didn't have time to conduct a full reconnaissance.

He hadn't expected Sylvanas to appear in this position.

Having his retreat cut off, the good mood of defeating Kel'Thuzad vanished, leaving only the thought of how to salvage the situation.

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the undead realm, on the frozen throne formed from eternal ice.

The Lich King slowly opened his eyes, which were burning with azure flames.

His gaze pierced through space and landed on the battlefield.

"Kel'Thuzad..." A deep voice rang out, like the wailing of countless undead.

"Great master, please forgive Kel'Thuzad's incompetence!"

Kel'Thuzad's voice emanated from the Frozen Throne. In the instant he was annihilated by the torrent of arrows, he shattered his own body with magic, returning to his Soul Chest before the killing blow containing the power of the army's spirit could strike.

Kel'Thuzad will not die as long as the Soul Box remains intact.

The Soul Chest is stored within the Frozen Throne, making it the safest place in the entire Scourge.

"An interesting soul is worth my personal slaying!"

The Lich King's soul fire exuded a chilling killing intent, and his gaze traversed space, landing on Xu Huang, Zhang Xiu, and Xu Shu.

They are all beings worthy of being killed.

"very good!"

The Lich King slowly stood up and grasped Frostmourne beside him.

Countless wailing faces flashed across the sword's surface.

"Kel'Thuzad, activate the magic circle and send the War Fortress into battle!"

"Let this world, in endless despair, welcome their eternal winter monarch."

"I offer you my loyalty, my supreme master!"

Kel'Thuzad burst out of the Soul Box and burrowed into a brand new lich body.

He raised his hands high, and countless acolytes gathered before him, taking out daggers to commit suicide as a sacrifice. The dark green magic circle emitted a beam of light that shot into the sky.

That wasn't all; Kel'Thuzad turned his gaze to the undead on the battlefield.

The lich's soul fire burned to its limit, turning a sickly pale white. He spread his arms, looked up to the sky, and let out a series of mournful and long incantations.

An extremely bizarre and grand sacrificial ceremony was about to begin.

The slain undead all transformed into dark green ribbons of light and converged towards the magic circle.
Amid Kel'Thuzad's soaring chant, a colossal figure slowly and steadily emerged from the magic circle.

Dense frost and shadow energy poured out from the magic circle, giving the area around the Frozen Throne a rich, undead hue.

The next moment, a giant fortress, composed of countless enormous skeletons, eternal ice, and countless undead, slowly appeared in the magic circle, floating in mid-air.

What's most terrifying is that this fortress is suspended in the sky.

The war fortress of the Scourge.

The most terrifying war machine of the Scourge has officially appeared in the dimensional world.

The undead have been lingering here for a long time, waiting for the magic array to descend.

They were initially far from reaching their goal, but under the Lich King's orders, Kel'Thuzad initiated a massive sacrificial ritual, accelerating the process. (End of Chapter)