Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

In a great battle, the undead army was mostly wiped out, with only a small number of crypt demons escaping underground with the crypt lord.

"Yuanfu, well done!"

Zhang Xiu praised Xu Gai without reservation. He hadn't expected Xu Gai to actually kill Sylvanas, which was a great achievement.

"I can't compare to my uncle!" Xu Gai looked at the corpse of the Fear Demon King hanging on the tip of Zhang Xiu's spear and felt a little ashamed.

He didn't know why Sylvanas had misjudged the situation and was killed by his axe, but he knew very well that he hadn't done it on his own.

There is a fundamental gap between them and powerful figures like Zhang Xiu.

Therefore, he felt somewhat ashamed in the face of Zhang Xiu's praise.

"Haha, kid, on the battlefield, it doesn't matter how you did it; victory on the battlefield is everything!" Zhang Xiu patted Xu Gai on the shoulder.

Before he knew it, he had actually reached the same position as his uncle Zhang Ji, and had begun to lead the younger generation. Time really is merciless.

"Let's clean up the battlefield, we can give up here!"

"By order of the Marshal, Xu Gai's troops are to proceed to the front lines for assembly. We still have tough battles to fight!"

Zhang Xiu relayed Pang Tong's order to Xu Gai, then patted Xu Gai on the shoulder and sped away into the distance.

The celestial vessel in the sky had long since vanished without a trace, leaving only Xu Gai looking at the chaotic battlefield and beginning to call on his soldiers to start cleaning up.

On the front lines, Kel'Thuzad feigned a major offensive while awaiting news from the rear.

"Kel'Thuzad, the altar of the undead is responding, Sylvanas is reviving, but there seems to be a problem with Mal'Ganis; the altar cannot resurrect its existence!"

Kel'Thuzad nodded calmly, unmoved by the failed surprise attack.

Just as it says, failure is just one attempt, and the Scourge has countless chances to start over.

As long as there are resources, the undead are endless.

"As per tradition, sacrifice Mal'Ganis to summon a new Dreadlord!"

In past wars, they had encountered enemies capable of influencing the resurrection of the undead.

The solution is simple: just use the mark from the Frozen Throne to summon another one.

Although this "Mal'Ganis" is no longer "Mal'Ganis," it is still a dreadlord, and that is enough for the Scourge.

Consciousness and existence are meaningless; only death and coldness are eternal.

"retreat!"

After obtaining the information he wanted, Kel'Thuzad retreated into the realm shrouded in the undead sky, showing no intention of engaging in war with the Star River army.

Even if the undead are immortal through the Frozen Throne, it will still take some time to summon them.

Fortunately, time is on their side.

The longer it drags on, the more advantageous it is for the dead.

But things began to develop in ways that exceeded Kel'Thuzad's predictions.

The Lich King, seated on the Frozen Throne, suddenly awoke and gazed into the distance. Though he had no vision, he seemed to see something that stirred his emotions.

"Prepare to attack, Kel'Thuzad, bring them death!"

The Lich King's cold voice echoed in Kel'Thuzad's mind.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Great Lich King!"

Kel'Thuzad understood Sylvanas's feelings; the Lich King's commands were absolute, and he was utterly powerless to resist them.

It's unclear when exactly, but the Lich King was no longer the human prince, nor the former ruler, but a being that Kel'Thuzad could never fathom.

Meanwhile, Joan of Arc, having arrived at the camp, looked up toward the Frozen Throne.

The fragments of the hymn are attracted to each other.

Therefore, the moment Joan of Arc arrived, both of them had an extremely clear perception of each other's presence.

"What an evil power!" Joan of Arc murmured to herself, staring into the distance.

"My lord, grant me strength so that I may fight for justice!"

The power of holy light shimmered on Joan of Arc, and while everyone was still in a daze, Joan of Arc raised the banner in her hand.

"Holy Light, protect all living beings!"

A pure white light burst forth, filling every single person in the army, turning the entire world into a pure white realm.

Pang Tong reacted the fastest, immediately unleashing the secret technique of the Iron Chain Link, quickly linking everyone together.

Clouds rose up, obscuring the sky and swirling, merging with the white light.

"Marshal, the enemy is coming!" Joan of Arc turned to Pang Tong and solemnly reported.

Pang Tong's expression wasn't very pleasant. If he had known beforehand that Joan of Arc would cause unrest among the undead, he would never have let her come, even if it meant his death.

After all, Xu Shu was still analyzing the power of the undead, and they didn't have the ability to completely eradicate them.

But just as Pang Tong was mobilizing his troops to prepare for the onslaught of the undead,

Xu Shu suddenly ran back.

"What kind of power is this?" Xu Shu held up a ball of holy light.

He was analyzing the principles of the undead realm, but when the holy light descended, he discovered that the undead realm was actually dissolving, or rather, the two forces were canceling each other out, and the holy light could even subtly restrain the power of the undead.

Pang Tong quickly recounted the whole story.

How can this thing be made bigger?

Xu Shu rubbed his temples. In the worst-case scenario, although there was holy light that could counteract the necromantic domain, the two sides were not even in the same league.

At this critical juncture, the undead uprising has been triggered, which is absolutely the worst-case scenario for them.

They didn't blame Joan of Arc; rather, their arrival brought new progress to their research.

As expected, we still have to use hymns to fight hymns, and rules to fight rules.

The idea was there, but the actual technology was still nonexistent.

Xu Shu held the Command Sword, crafted from fragments of the Order Hymn that had been urgently delivered, but he was still completely clueless about how to subdue the undead.

"Theoretically, these two rules should be able to cancel each other out..."

Holding the Command Sword, Xu Shu studied it somewhat mysteriously, pushing his mental talent to its limit, trying to find a point of exploitation within the rules.

Pang Tong had no choice but to sever Xu Shu's mental links with the others, preventing Xu Shu from affecting them.

He carefully deployed his troops, while also setting up various traps and obstacles to hinder them. He was not a qualified commander of a large army, but he was still capable of arranging his troops before the battle.

The undead are constantly reinforcing their forces, seemingly intending to achieve victory in one fell swoop. Their overwhelming numerical advantage has put unprecedented pressure on Xu Huang, Zhang Xiu, and others.

Pang Tong deployed a massive Xuanxiang military formation, which, from the sky, resembled a blooming lotus flower, nested layer upon layer, spreading outwards. Meanwhile, in the heavens above, a fierce battle for air supremacy had begun.

The illusory warriors that flew out of the Sky Ship hurtled towards the gargoyles flying all over the sky like missiles.

There were no tricks involved; it was a complete life-for-life exchange.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Gan Ning stood on the deck, roaring excitedly. The self-circulating essence of heaven and earth was continuously filling the ship's cannons, roaring incessantly.

Anyway, the lives of the illusionary soldiers are worthless, and the naval guns don't care about accidental casualties.

One cannon shot after another, and the gargoyles exploded in the sky like fireworks.

"Here's a little gift for you all!"

Gan Ning drew upon the cloud energy reserves of the Heavenly Ship and mixed them with the essence of heaven and earth, condensing them into a small sun that radiated intense heat.

The little sun crashed directly into the Sea of ​​the Dead, like the sun's judgment on the cold winter.

The pure heatwave spread out, the air was distorted by the high temperature, and an invisible force swept directly over it. The gargoyles that were close by melted and vaporized rapidly from the inside out, like ice and snow.

The once overwhelming army of gargoyles was wiped away by the little sun like an eraser, leaving only a twisted, blank passage.

Above the sky, the seemingly endless army of gargoyles stopped moving for the first time, and the eerie blue soul fire in their empty eye sockets trembled violently.

"Roar--!!!"

A shrill scream, seemingly emanating from the depths of hell and containing endless pain and curses, resounded.

Hundreds of frost dragons appeared on the battlefield. Instead of opening their massive skeletal maws to spew out icy breath, they stood still and spoke in a language that was incomprehensible yet directly affected the soul.

As they sang, the sky underwent a dramatic change, with a layer of spreading gray-white ice clouds enveloping the little sun.

A massive magic circle, covering half the sky, appeared within the icy clouds, and a coldness deeper and more primal than ever before descended from the heavens.

The small sun, which was originally radiating endless heat, was quickly enveloped by a layer of visible frost, and then solidified completely with a crackling sound, before suddenly exploding in mid-air.

"It seems I underestimated these guys!" Gan Ning's expression also turned serious. He knew that the little sun he threw out would definitely be extinguished.

But he never imagined that the other party would achieve it in this way.

This was undoubtedly a display of strength; the long-range bombardment between the two sides was extremely taxing, and it was difficult to determine a winner.

Therefore, Gan Ning directly decided to employ a flanking maneuver, launching a precise attack on the undead soldiers.

The undead also figured out Gan Ning's intentions.

Hundreds of frost dragons circled around, each breath causing tiny ice crystals to condense in the surrounding air.

Any creature that gets close will be mercilessly frozen by his breath and smashed to pieces on the ground.

However, the wave of Illusion Warriors, once they make a breakthrough, will immediately stick to the Frost Dragon like glue, trying to overwhelm it with sheer numbers.

But more gargoyles swarmed forward, tearing the illusionary warriors to shreds, and then flew towards the illusionary warriors further away.

The battle raged fiercely in the sky, and the ground offensive also began.

A biting wind, carrying the distinctive scent of decay and frost from the undead, swept over everyone, and the air was thick with a chilling atmosphere.

From the horizon to the horizon, countless undead swarmed like an ant colony.

Ghouls, skeletons, abominations, crypt demons... they silently and tirelessly approached the Star River army.

"Changshui Camp!" Pang Tong gave the order without the slightest hesitation.

Vast swaths of red light instantly descended upon the undead, followed by a series of explosions that tore the undead to pieces.

Charred bone fragments and rotting flesh flew everywhere, but they did not slow down the undead behind them in the slightest.

"There are too many!" Pang Tong frowned.

The first round of attacks was very effective, directly bombarding several obvious blank areas in the dark mass of undead, but within a few breaths, these blank areas were completely filled.

"kill!"

The paladins, wielding greatswords, bravely led the charge, like a white whirlwind, carving a clear path through the undead horde.

"My lord is here!"

Joan of Arc held the holy banner high, and with each wave, she unleashed a holy light several feet long, which directly purified the weak undead.

"Such efficient killing power! This force is indeed effective against the undead!" Pang Tong's eyes lit up. These paladins were far more efficient at dealing with the undead than normal soldiers.

A single slash from an ordinary soldier, unless it cuts them in two, or even rips them open, would be enough to kill a normal person, but for these undead, it's no problem at all; they can still continue fighting.

But a single strike from a paladin, causing a noticeable injury, can send these undead to their doom.

Pang Tong silently withdrew troops from the area where the paladins were stationed, which improved the already stretched troop strength considerably.

But I still can't be optimistic; they can't kill them all, they simply can't kill them all.

These spirits feel no fear, no pain, only pure hatred for the living; this is the calamity of the dead.

Like the shadow of death, it threatens to devour everything.

"Roar!"

A ghoul of exceptionally large size defied the purification of the holy light and charged into the ranks of the paladins, roaring as it clawed at their heads.

"clang--"

The clanging of metal is loud enough to shatter eardrums.

The barrier formed by holy light firmly resisted the slapping of the claws.

"boom!"

Joan of Arc's holy banner transformed into a white meteor, piercing through the body of the large ghoul. The burning holy flames spread across the remains, completely igniting it into ashes.

There was no explosion, and there was no obstruction.

The moment the large ghoul's body was pierced by the white meteor, it was like an ice block thrown into a furnace; without even a scream, it turned into ashes and scattered everywhere.

The terrifying power made the surrounding paladins roar, their morale soared, and the holy light around their bodies shone even brighter.

Joan of Arc recalled the Holy Banner and gazed into the distance with an extremely solemn expression.

Her gaze did not linger on the undead at all, but was fixed on the unseen frozen throne.

Feeling the activity of the hymn fragment opposite her, which was completely different from the hymn fragment in his body, it was even more active than during the heyday when she led the French Empire.

That power made her heart pound, but when she thought of Xinghan's many trump cards, Joan of Arc looked away.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up; she is no longer the lonely queen who carried an empire forward. (End of Chapter)