Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

After several hours of fierce fighting, Xu Huang was increasingly exhausted.

He found that being a legion commander was better, as he didn't have to worry about so many things.

Previously, he only saw the skill of those military geniuses and large-scale army commanders, but he did not see the effort they had put in.

It wasn't until he took it personally that he realized that commanding was no human task. Just the thought of carrying the lives of everyone on his shoulders was enough to make him too heavy to speak.

Especially when you realize that hundreds of soldiers will pay the price for your mistakes, and that they died because they trusted you.

The immense pressure was so great that it almost bent the back of Xu Huang, a general who had seen countless life and death.

However, Xu Huang is holding on stubbornly, even though his spine has been stretched to its limit and could break at any moment.

But Xu Huang persisted and made progress, progressing at a reckless and unreasonable pace.

The Star River Army's defensive line was teetering on the brink of collapse, yet it never crumbled.

"It's our turn!" Pang Tong turned to Gan Ning and called out.

Gan Ning looked down at the battlefield from high above and could clearly see the weakness of the Xinghan army.

Realizing that he could only win and not lose, Gan Ning's expression became much more serious.

"Report on the charging progress!" Gan Ning stood on the deck of the Skyship, drawing his Command Sword. As the Air Force Commander, he rightfully possessed one.

"The secret technique is fully charged and ready to launch an attack!" the technician reported loudly through the mental link network.

"How many times have I told you not to shout so loudly in here!" Gan Ning shouted, jumping up and down.

Pang Tong subconsciously wanted to remind Gan Ning that he wasn't joking, but he found that everyone in the mental link was chuckling. The originally heavy atmosphere was immediately dispelled, and even he felt much more relaxed.

"A natural-born leader? Even his unconscious actions helped to lighten the mood!"

Pang Tong's lips curled up slightly. Perhaps that was why he was willing to assist Gan Ning in paving a path for themselves in the air force.

Gan Ning's witty banter dispelled the heavy atmosphere among the group, and they were no longer tense, fully immersing themselves in the preparations for battle.

"All air force units, heed my command! Target: Sky Fortress, advance!"

There was no hysterical roar, only an indescribable determination. The air force fleet responded and moved like a fleet of ships roaring across the ocean, heading towards the undead fortress.

The ship's cannons roared incessantly, blasting away the gargoyles and frost dragons blocking its path. They then charged forward wave after wave, trying to stop the fleet.

But all their efforts were completely meaningless in the face of the fleet's dense artillery fire, and the operating cloud energy secret technique continuously transformed the essence of heaven and earth into energy to support them.

"Activate the Drum of Thor and strike the target directly in front!" Gan Ning decisively issued the order to use the secret technique.

Several crystals of thunder gods, sealed with their visualizations, were stuffed into a large drum, and a large amount of cloud energy was poured into the specially made drum.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy drumbeats resounded in the sky, lightning began to flash across the heavens, and the booming thunder rolled along with the drumbeats, gradually merging into one.

The sound of drums is the sound of thunder, and the sound of thunder is the sound of drums.

Countless bolts of lightning, as thick as buckets, spread towards the Sea of ​​the Dead, like countless giant snakes dancing wildly in the air.

The lightning spontaneously spread among the undead, and in just a moment, thousands of gargoyles were blasted to pieces by the lightning. Even the more powerful Frost Dragon was reduced to charred remains and fell from the sky amidst the intertwining lightning serpents.

Pang Tong continuously manipulated the flow of clouds, while simultaneously releasing his mental power to control the friction of the dark clouds. The resulting thunder and lightning were all commanded by the Thunder God's Drum, using natural phenomena to amplify the secret technique.

But he discovered that the power of the secret technique was rapidly weakening, as if something was interfering with it.

"Report on energy reserves!"

"Report: Energy reserves have been depleted by 35%!"

The technician's answer made Pang Tong's heart sink. It was indeed difficult to go deep into the Sky of the Dead and fight against the enemy. Originally, the energy loss was at most 20%, but now it had doubled out of nowhere.

Under this shroud of the undead, energy beyond the power of the dead is rapidly dissipating at an unprecedented rate.

The direction of Luoyang's research is indeed the ultimate goal: to leverage energy and spirit to manipulate the rules and achieve even greater effects.

This path is absolutely correct. The cloud system is the foundation, but the true upper limit still depends on the rules governing the flow of the world.

Miracles are definitely special products, not things that happen through normal channels.

Pang Tong's mind raced, but he didn't reveal it. He simply had the scribe beside him write down his thoughts.

He has a natural advantage in linking things, and perhaps he should devote himself to research in this area in the future.

I heard that Lu Meng has some relics of gods, including one of the Cloud Lords, a god closely related to the sky, which might be of some help to their air force.

The sky was completely empty at this moment. The explosive lightning magic of the entire fleet had an amazing effect, clearing a blank passage between the fleet and the undead fortress.

The fleet sped along, but more undead emerged from one side of the undead fortress.

"Activate the illusionary warriors to pave the way, and forge an advance at all costs!"

Gan Ning gazed ahead, with a hundred-foot-tall phantom appearing behind him, like a flagpole planted at the very front of the fleet, leading the entire fleet forward.

The mere sight of Gan Ning brought immense peace to all the air force soldiers.

With Gan Ning's command, countless tiny streams of light emerged from every celestial ship and every soldier in the fleet, their silvery radiance coalescing into thousands of illusory warriors clad in cloud armor and wielding sharp blades.

Using military formations to mimic the elite talents of the Illusion Legion to generate a large number of Illusion Warriors is the second of the three major secret techniques of the Air Force.

These soldiers, like the original illusionary soldiers, are not made of flesh and blood. They are illusionary entities formed by the fusion of the entire army's fighting spirit, beliefs, and cloud-based secret techniques. They are unaware of pain, unafraid of death, and possess only an indomitable will to kill.

"kill!"

A silent battle intent swept across the sky, and thousands of illusory warriors charged forward in unison, transforming into streaks of silver-white light that crashed fiercely into the surging tide of undead.

The sounds of battle filled the sky: the gargoyles' mournful screams, the groans of the skeletons, and the clashing of weapons mingled together, echoing across the entire heavens.

The illusionary warriors engaged in close combat, each swing of their blades accompanied by clouds of energy that mimicked the holy light emitted by Joan of Arc, possessing a natural restraint on the undead.

Transforming soldiers is difficult, but transforming the bodies of these illusory warriors is easy. Any undead body struck by the silver blade light will instantly dissipate in the undead fire, its form dissolves, and it will turn into ashes and vanish. However, the number of undead is endless; as soon as one batch is killed, another batch will fiercely attack.

It was like a tightly sealed king, blocking the fleet's path forward.

What's even more troublesome is that the energy loss that Pang Tong senses is still ongoing.

The Undead Sky Curtain is like a greedy giant mouth, frantically devouring all energy that is not part of the Undead system. This is the greatest function of the Undead Sky Curtain: it transforms the essence of heaven and earth into undead energy.

In other words, they are killing everything in the world in exchange for greater power.

The flow of clouds and air became increasingly sluggish, and the Drum of Thor ceased completely.

The remaining power gradually diminished; the lightning force that had once cleared an entire area of ​​air was now only able to barely defeat the undead attached to the surface of the Sky Ship.

"An unknown fluctuation has occurred, and the rate of energy loss has begun to accelerate, currently exceeding 40%!" The technician's tense voice once again resounded through the mental link, his tone filled with barely concealed anxiety. "The arcane technique's endurance load is exceeding the limit; if we continue with high-intensity output, the core is at risk of overload!"

Pang Tong's expression hardened slightly as he focused his mental energy on regulating the speed of the chaotic clouds.

"Ignore it! Continue monitoring!"

He had long seen through the core problem of the battle here—this undead sky was a domain of its own, where extraterrestrial energy was naturally suppressed and devoured.

Ordinary secret techniques and pure energy attacks are ultimately relying on external forces. They will only be continuously depleted in the face of local rules and are difficult to sustain.

In other words, they had no way to stop this loss.

"Gan Xingba, the oppressive force of the Undead Sky Curtain is increasing. You have at most one hour left!" Pang Tong said in a deep voice, his voice clearly reaching Gan Ning's ears. "The longer we drag this out, the greater the losses in our army's combat power will be. We must fight quickly and break through the blockade in one fell swoop!"

"Exactly what I want!"

Gan Ning was not discouraged by the news; instead, his face lit up with joy.

It was this atmosphere of desperation that made Gan Ning's blood boil. He enjoyed the thrill, and only this kind of thrill could make him feel alive.

“Pang Tong,” Gan Ning suddenly spoke, his tone calm yet filled with absolute certainty, “Don’t waste any more energy amplifying large-scale secret techniques.”

"Order all Skyships to adopt an assault formation and advance at full speed to prepare for a direct collision!" Gan Ning gripped his command sword, its blade pointing directly at the dark, floating undead fortress ahead. His voice was powerful and resounding through the mental link.

"Abandon ranged attacks, cease Thor's Drums, discard Illusionary Warriors, activate all power, and charge at full speed!"

Orders were given and carried out immediately.

The air fleet, which had been scattered and firing in shifts, instantly changed formation. Dozens of large and small sky ships closed in layer by layer, and cloud chains linked them together, shaping their cloud circulation channels into a whole. They abandoned the dispersed energy consumption mode and concentrated everything together.

With all energy reserves fully activated, speed exploded, and all energy was used to power propulsion.

Although Gan Ning transitioned to become the Air Force Commander, he never abandoned his naval tactics.

The Phantom Warriors adopted a suicidal charge, spontaneously forming a ramming flank to shatter the undead in front, creating a fleeting opportunity for the fleet to advance at full speed.

Beneath the pitch-black undead sky, the massive fleet hurtled through the air like a spear unsheathed after being charged, tearing a narrow passage through the thick, inky black mist of the undead.

Above the Undead Sky Fortress, sensing the danger, unusual activity began to emerge.

A muffled roar erupted from the depths of the thick black mist, and several skeletal dragons, far larger than ordinary frost dragons, slowly rose into the air, flapping their tattered wings.

Their bony armor, shrouded in dark, undead aura, caused them to swarm together like madmen, forming an incredibly thick undead barrier that hurtled towards the fleet.

Just as the best way to counter a cavalry charge is to slow them down, the Sky Fortress chose the same approach when faced with a fleet charging at full speed.

They lack the Frost Dragon's ability to breathe icy air, but they are larger, have thicker bones, and possess a more terrifying impact. They are the Sky Fortress's hidden trump card, a powerful weapon for conquering cities and seizing strongholds.

But at this moment, they could only serve as stepping stones to sacrifice themselves in the face of the air fleet's charge.

A formidable enemy blocks our path; a dead end looms.

During the spiritual connection, many soldiers' breathing quickened slightly, but was calmed down by Gan Ning's unwavering belief, and they quietly awaited the next military order.

This is Gan Ning's command power. No need for words or roars, he can control the entire army and stabilize the hearts of the people simply by relying on his will honed through countless battles.

Gan Ning's eyes were sharp as blades, and he raised the command sword high in his hand. The hundred-foot-tall phantom behind him was fully awakened, completely replicating his movements. An invisible giant sword that pierced through the sky then took shape.

"All troops, heed my command! Follow me and break through their lines!"

The rules of the Commanding Sword spread out, and the will of all the soldiers was instantly concentrated on the greatsword. Gan Ning's Dharma Image held the greatsword and then resolutely slashed down.

The attack, fueled by the collective will of the entire army, was like a hot knife through butter; hundreds of bone dragons were easily annihilated.

But what truly shocked everyone was that the remaining bone dragons remained completely unmoved, relentlessly ramming into the fleet.

The dull thuds of impact echoed one after another. Force is relative. As the bone dragons were smashed into pieces, the outermost ships of the aerospace fleet also showed terrible impact marks.

"boom!"

The aerospace fleet crashed into the outer wall of the undead fortress, and the terrifying impact shattered the magical barrier in an instant, like smashing an eggshell.

Amidst the cracked, shimmering debris, the aerospace fleet slammed into the dilapidated aerial fortress. Except for the leading ship that served as the ramming horn, the rest of the ships broke free of their chains and slowed down.

Gan Ning isn't stupid; how could he possibly use a tactic of mutual destruction? He's just using this highly deceptive performance to bluff the opponent.

Although he failed to intimidate the undead, he still achieved his goal.

To board the ship.

Ancient fleet tactics.

It remains effective even when deployed in the air, much like a germ invading the human body, capable of producing terrifying results far exceeding its original purpose.

"Charge in and destroy the core of this fortress!"

Gan Ning's goal was clear: such a large floating structure must have a core, just like the fleet's luck reserve. If a problem occurs, it will immediately lead to an imbalance.

That was his goal: to strike at the heart of the enemy's territory.

Let this massive aerial fortress transform into a meteorite, propelled by the fleet, and launch a suicidal attack on the Frozen Throne deep within the realm of the undead. (End of Chapter)