Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 912 The Last Glow
We are invincible!

Hua Xiong roared out a slogan that Fei Xiong hadn't shouted in a long time.

Flying Bear once again challenged the First Yellow Heaven.

Although Hua Xiong and the others despised Ma Chao's unconventional approach to leading the Liangzhou cavalry, they all understood that Ma Chao was the most suitable person to lead the Liangzhou cavalry.

Because Ma Chao was from Xiliang.

A true person from Xiliang.

Ma Chao constantly challenges others and never backs down, even when facing the number one Huang Tian, ​​he throws punches again and again.

Now, Flying Bear roars out his invincible slogan once again, challenging the number one Yellow Heaven.

It is precisely this fearlessness and courage to throw a punch at anyone that allows Flying Bear to shine with unprecedented brilliance.

As if echoing Hua Xiong's roar, all the iron cavalrymen roared to the sky. The roar was so powerful that even if they couldn't understand Fei Xiong's roar, the Qing soldiers could still feel that invincible belief!
The light naturally dimmed at this moment, as if the Flying Bear Army had absorbed the excess light, causing the light itself to dim.

As they once again roused that same will to face everything with unwavering confidence in their invincibility and immortality, the radiance could no longer deepen. The ultimate darkness clung to their armor, symbolizing an unfathomable limit.

Although their speed wasn't particularly fast, their fighting spirit was like an unstoppable torrent; the Flying Bear Army, going all out, was one of the strongest legions in the world.

"A challenge launched against us?"

"Then let me see just how strong you really are!"

Ma Er revealed an interested smile; Hua Xiong's Flying Bear Army was now qualified to challenge them.

However, it's merely a qualification.

They, the First Yellow Heaven, would never relinquish their throne of supremacy to anyone, for they are the First Yellow Heaven, the personal guards of the Star Han Emperor, and the last bulwark of the Star Han Empire.

"Oh?" Just then, Ma Er suddenly looked towards one of the Qing army's battle lines.

"The Qing army is indeed transforming; a miracle has actually occurred?"

"If the Emperor says it exists, then it definitely exists!" Baihe said nonchalantly.

"Just send Fei Xiong. They need a whetstone to sharpen their edge!" Ma Er said casually.

Whether it was the Qing army's newfound miracle or the Flying Bear's renewed advance, they were all just challengers to them.

Han Xin also noticed the pillar of light rising from the Qing army. Only the Miracle Legion could produce such an unusual phenomenon under such cloud cover.

"A miracle actually happened? I still don't understand how miracles happen!"

Han Xin clicked his tongue, remarking that even now, the great military geniuses are able to consistently cultivate legions with three talents.

Han Xin even personally defeated the Dijiang Army, a powerful military force, but he still couldn't understand the miracle.

There is absolutely no pattern to it, and all standards seem to be nonsense. The birth of each Miracle Legion is like a miracle.

This greatly displeased Han Xin, and it was a problem that even the most brilliant military strategist could not solve.

"After all, it's such a large empire; it's not surprising that one or two miracles would occur!"

Sun Wu didn't feel anything. Back then, Ao Bai had achieved a miracle right before his eyes, but so what? In the end, he was still beaten to death by Sun Wu.

Miracles can influence the battlefield where military geniuses clash, but they can never determine the outcome of such a large-scale battle.

"There's probably more than just this one!"

Han Xin was somewhat irritated. He disliked these unpredictable and uncontrollable variables; these uncertainties were all problems.

"What's the rush, Xiao Xinzi? We have our own Miracle Legion. Let the Miracles deal with the Miracles!"

Sun Tzu remained calm and composed, even conjuring up a pot of tea from somewhere and slowly savoring it.

Anyway, Han Xin is in command now, so he just needs to assist Han Xin and there's no rush.

"You're quite bold and composed, but the situation isn't that clear yet!" Han Xin's lips twitched.

He now believes that Sun Tzu, that old scoundrel, deliberately supported Zhang Liang so that he could take the blame and then slack off at this time.

He even felt that there was something else going on behind the scenes, and that Zhang Liang and Sun Wu were deliberately putting on this show.

As for why he had to act, Han Xin hadn't figured it out yet.

It was precisely because he hadn't figured things out that he became agitated by the battlefield situation.

After all, being out of control often means exceeding one's own limits, which is the biggest problem for military geniuses like them who have everything under control.

"I've finally made it this far, can't I enjoy myself a little?" Sun Wu completely ignored Han Xin's gaze.

"Anyway, the overall situation is already settled, isn't it?" Sun Wu slowly sipped his tea.

Upon hearing this, Han Xin's anxiety dissipated. Just as Sun Tzu had said, the overall situation was already decided. No matter how the Qing army struggled, they would eventually be killed and nailed to their coffins.

Everything that is happening now is nothing but a futile struggle.

Unless the Qing army can immediately produce ten full-strength troops, Han Xin has no choice but to admit defeat.

Besides, Han Xin couldn't think of any way for the Qing army to break the deadlock; surely several miraculous legions wouldn't actually appear out of nowhere.

Miracles aren't like cabbages; you can't just get as many as you want.

Compared to the relaxed atmosphere on Xinghan's side.

The Qing army was in complete chaos.

Especially Dorgon.

Nurhaci has officially appointed him as the new emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

But he didn't seem happy at all.

He didn't know, he had no idea, he didn't understand, he didn't understand at all. The thing he had always longed for in his heart had lost its value to him.

Huang Taiji died.

His elder brother died.

Dorgon didn't know what kind of expression he was wearing, but it certainly wasn't one of happiness.

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
He now has only one thought: to destroy the Milky Way before him, to follow his heart and destroy the Milky Way before him!

To avenge his elder brother, the emperor.

"This is absolutely not the end of the Qing Dynasty!"

Dorgon's voice was very soft, but he kept repeating it, his voice getting louder and louder, and more and more Qing soldiers heard it.

The imperial will was burning, and Nurhaci was filled with hatred.

Huang Taiji was his most outstanding son.

The hatred in his heart transformed into rage, burning fiercely in his chest.

They abandoned all thought—why bother thinking, why bother yearning? They simply followed the fire of their anger and destroyed everything in front of them.

"The Great Qing will never perish!" Dorgon's roar echoed in all directions, and his personal guards, as if infected by that power, erupted in anger and crossed the last line.

The Miracle Legion, the Eight Banners of Utter Hatred.

They witnessed countless Qing soldiers fall under the sword of Xinghan, they saw the miracle of destruction, they took the spark of these miracles, ignited themselves, and achieved miracles as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

Their abilities have also transformed from the all-around strength of the Miracle Eight Banners to a more extreme form of offense and defense.

In their final days, the Eight Banners embarked on a path of pursuing ultimate combat power and seeking revenge against all their adversaries.

"Come! Revenge!"

Dorgon drew his sword and pointed it at Xinghan, his angry roar driving the Miracle Legion to charge towards the Xinghan army.

"kill!"

Dorgon roared and unleashed his full potential. His once dim monarchical talent now shone brightly, transforming into a powerful blessing that empowered all the Qing troops, giving them the strength for revenge.

Dorgon and Nurhaci's anger was successfully transmitted to all the Qing soldiers, and all the Qing soldiers were ignited by this flame of revenge.

They hated Xinghan for destroying everything they had, and they wanted revenge. All the Qing soldiers swept away their previous defeat and fiercely attacked the defensive line in front of them.

For a time, all legions in Xinghan, regardless of their size, were in trouble in the face of such a powerful assault.

"go to hell!"

Azig, who had been promoted to commander of the Miracle Legion, roared and thrust his spear straight forward, the flames of revenge burning as if they were real flames.

Legions lacking the necessary willpower are utterly unable to withstand the scorching heat of this flame, which penetrates everything without obstruction and acts directly on the will.

Even the elite guards, skilled in defense, were forced to retreat under the scorching heat of the flames.

The flames were merely a facade; the true, hidden vengeful will within them was something they simply could not resist.

It carried the resentment and desire for revenge of all the fallen Qing soldiers, and even the Imperial Guards could hardly withstand it.

Only those with three talents could barely hold their own, but even that was only a marginal resistance. The Miracle Legion remained an insurmountable barrier for those with three talents.

"Let them go find Flying Bear directly. This newly emerged miracle seems even more ferocious than the Imperial Guard Wolf Riders?"

Han Xin was somewhat surprised by the performance of the Qing army. He and Sun Wu had already suppressed the Qing army uprisings in other areas.

After all, even the strongest will to retaliate needs to be supported by strength. Although the Qing army has become stronger, it is not able to crush Xinghan. With just a simple command and mobilization, the Qing army can easily suppress most of the area.

Only the rampaging Eight Banners of Zhihen remained, so Han Xin directly created a passage and drove the Eight Banners of Zhihen to the front of the Flying Bear Army.

Should we fire the arrows?

The vanguard assassins, hastily mobilized, looked at their leader and asked.

"Wait a minute!" Qu Yi gritted his teeth and finally decided to wait and see.

He knew that cooperating with Flying Bear to annihilate the legion in front of him would be a great achievement, but the aura emanating from the Flying Bear army made him hesitate for a moment.

This might be a trial for Fei Xiong to reach new heights, and Qu Yi was unsure whether he should intervene now.

Han Xin's military order only mobilized him, but did not require him to cooperate with Fei Xiong in annihilating the enemy.

"Fire three volleys of arrows first!"

In the end, Qu Yi still chose to release three rounds first, just to test the waters for the Flying Bear Army.

However, faced with this probing attack of cloud-like arrows, Ajige desperately unleashed his power, and the raging fire of revenge directly burned away all the cloud-like arrows.

"Let's fight!"

At this moment, Hua Xiong didn't waste any words and directly led the Flying Bear Army in a charge. Their ferocious momentum fully demonstrated that they knew they were facing a miracle legion, but they were still determined and determined to crush it.

Like light, like lightning, the Eight Banners, with their afterimages, swiftly met the Flying Bear. At that moment, not a single soldier from either side dared to dodge.

There's no way to avoid it, and you can't escape it. Victory or defeat hinges on this moment. This is a battle only the most elite cavalry can participate in, and even the losers are people with unwavering resolve.

The scimitars flew past the Flying Bear Army in an arc, accompanied by a shriek, while the Flying Bears' spears thrust forward with an invincible momentum, splattering blood.

The Eight Banners of the Vengeful Spirit, hurtling past at breakneck speed, unleashed a powerful attack, tearing apart the defensive network constructed by the Flying Bear and striking its armor.

Sparks flew as it cut through the air.

The Flying Bear Army soldiers' will to win reached its peak under the impetus of miracles, and then their own qualities transformed it into an invincible defense.

Even so, it did not stop the curved sword of the Eight Banners, which they deeply hated.

In just five breaths, the two passed each other.

Flying Bear successfully declared who the true champion was with a score of 1 to 2.

"Raise your guns and crush them!"

Hua Xiong turned his horse around, but all the soldiers, as if by telepathy, raised their spears horizontally and charged straight at him in unison. No extra movements were needed; they simply crushed any enemy in front of them.

Azig's expression was extremely solemn. The Miracle Legion on the other side was too strong, so strong that it was despair-inducing.

Despite having achieved a miracle, they could only manage a two-for-one exchange with their opponent, a reality that was utterly disheartening.

"Switch to armor-piercing arrows and send them to their deaths!"

Qu Yi, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, saw that the outcome of the battle was already decided, and his eyes immediately turned cold and murderous.

Now that the outcome has been decided, there's no need to hold back.

"kill!"

As Qu Yi's light shone brightly, the vanguard suicide soldiers mobilized the entire legion's military spirit and released it all towards the Eight Banners of Utmost Hatred.

The vanguard soldiers fired arrow after arrow, their terrifying power capable of piercing one armored soldier while simultaneously wounding another.

Cloud arrows are a symbol of the vanguard, but that doesn't mean that vanguard assassins can only use cloud arrows; they also have quite a few other special arrows prepared.

The specially designed armor-piercing arrows are even powerful enough to pierce through three-star soldiers in a single shot.

Arrows rained down on the Qing army's lines. Forget about conserving arrows and assessing the situation; I'll just blow them all up.

It's not just the Qing army's miracle; all the other Qing soldiers, go to hell with them!

Our Vanguard is not just a military spirit that can only crush weaker opponents; it is an extremely powerful military spirit capable of posing a fatal threat to any legion.

Sun Wu lent a hand, and the moment the vanguard broke out, he directly mobilized several burning guards near the Qing army's Miracle Legion.

A moment of suppression and an extreme burst of power combined to form a beautiful combo, leaving the Eight Banners of Zhihen completely bruised and battered.

Just as the Eight Banners were stunned by the attack, Flying Bear charged over with unstoppable momentum.

Han Xin, watching from afar, gave a disdainful smile. This is a battlefield; there's no time for one-on-one duels.

What happened to the Miracle Legion? The Miracle Legion will also die a terrible death if they get circled and kicked.

(End of this chapter)