Mythical Three Kingdoms

As Zhao Yun led the White Horse Soldiers into Ye City, the once merry drumbeats returned to a somber and solemn tone, as if bidding farewell to the White Horse and welcoming the strong into the arena.

From afar, Hua Xiong patted the neck of his Precious Steed. Zhao Yun could brush his cavalry’s horses white, so couldn’t their Xiliang Iron Cavalry brush them black? Not only did they brush their horses black, but also their weapons and equipment.

Accompanied by a deep drumbeat, Hua Xiong clamped the horse’s belly and immediately urged his steed forward, while the Xiliang Iron Cavalry soldiers naturally formed a massive spearhead, with Hua Xiong as the tip.

As a Military Spirit Legion, they didn’t need excessive display, nor any tricks; following Hua Xiong’s galloping advance, the glow of the early autumn morning gradually faded, and the dim evening light slowly descended.

The so-called Military Spirit Legion itself is a state achieved by the distortion of will over reality; as hooves thundered, daylight gradually dimmed, and a deep twilight symbolizing death and destruction extended from the cavalry’s advance.

This moment made those in the city walls feel a sudden urge to turn and flee; small, powerless humans facing this fear engraved in human bloodlines of death and destruction were all pale-faced, trembling continuously.

This sensation of every cell in the body violently trembling, warning you of the terror ahead, urging you to avoid courting disaster and to leave promptly is the truly terrifying power of the first-generation Military Spirit Legion.

At this moment, Zhou Yu, face pale, asked Chen Xi dryly, ”Were the Iron Cavalry this strong during the Northern Frontier battle?”

Zhou Yu wanted to say he personally witnessed the promotion of the Iron Cavalry; strong, yes, but merely comparable to Jiang Qin’s trusted aides trained for years, whereas the current Iron Cavalry is almost like a natural disaster, with even nature accommodating them.

”You don’t allow the Military Spirit Legion to grow stronger,” Chen Xi said, also pale-faced, pretending to be calm, and smiling dryly.

At this moment, Chen Xi had already seen many people on the city wall collapse to the ground, and among the observing citizens below, many were scared stiff; even he couldn’t help but stretch out his hands to support himself against the city wall.

By now, the only one on the city wall still shaking excitedly and shouting wildly was Yuan Shu, whose brain mechanism was quite different from normal people, yet seeing his trembling like chaff and feverishly glaring eyes, Chen Xi truly couldn’t comprehend Yuan Shu’s mindset now.

However, Yuan Shu’s gibbering didn’t cause any huge impact; in contrast, no one had the mind to care about a screaming Yuan Shu.

Chen Xi hadn’t expected Hua Xiong’s solution to be just this. At this rate, even if the Iron Cavalry makes no move, the aura of the Military Spirit Legion alone would drive the observing citizens to collapse, causing chaos and trampling.

Li You, however, remained expressionless, coldly watching as the Military Spirit Iron Cavalry began entering the assault state, a breath of death coming right at him felt countless times before, fearless.

Hua Xiong completely ignored the wave of collapsed onlookers, continuing to unabashedly unleash the Military Spirit Iron Cavalry’s power, the glow of the morning sun long overshadowed by the deep twilight of death.

As Hua Xiong took steps, the twilight of death even began to expand wantonly, the bright red morning sun covered by the twilight of death, under which only the cold white radiance was visible.

The icy chill accompanying Hua Xiong’s galloping advance was like a soul-snatching cold blade, making those on the front wall clearly feel the biting cold.

On both sides, the two hundred thousand elite soldiers all at once released their Elite Talents, gripping their weapons and armor tightly, arranging in neat rows, relying on numbers multiplied dozens of times, resisting the death-representing fearsome aura of the Military Spirit Iron Cavalry.

Yet, this military formation’s coordinated, unified manner indeed allowed two hundred thousand elite soldiers to resist the pressure imposed by the Military Spirit Legion, but this doesn’t mean the citizens behind could withstand the death and destruction-representing cold killing intent.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Chen Xi also realized trouble; he hadn’t expected Hua Xiong to cause such an explosive scene either; in his impression, although strong, a Military Spirit Legion could barely fight a Dual Talent one to five, but its might absolutely couldn’t be this terrifying.

However, just as Chen Xi prepared to utilize Spiritual Capacity to connect the citizens’ will to help suppress Hua Xiong’s death-declaring destructive aura, the Jingling Guards, who had been blending in with the citizens as passersby maintaining order, decisively stepped forward.

With a Great Shield different from the small round shields of most legions, the Jingling Guards raised it single-handedly, then naturally leveled the heavy steel spear, clad in plate armor on top, chainmail on the bottom, almost simultaneously executing the forward push!

The so-called Military Spirit Legion, the concept of will distorting reality, Jingling Guards reached this level before the Military Spirit Iron Cavalry.

Thus, as they stepped forward, the icy death aura was forcibly dispersed by the robust bodies of the Jingling Guards.

Similarly, those who had been dominated in mind by the Military Spirit Iron Cavalry, intimidated by the slaughter intent accompanying it, found a moment to breathe as the Jingling Guards advanced.

”Tsk, these guys,” Hua Xiong irritably glanced at those with resolute faces, standing before everyone with a Great Shield, like steel-bodied Jingling Guards, as if every time they thwarted the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

”Hold tight, guys; next, keep pushing forward to the place, then lift your spears together!” Hua Xiong retracted his gaze, sending a voice transmission to all Military Spirit soldiers.

Hua Xiong’s brain indeed wasn’t the brightest, but his luck remained unusually good, perhaps due to breaking through death tribulations, Hua Xiong’s luck had been astoundingly favourable.

Ultimate Battle Formation, Dual Talent, Legion Talent, even Military Spirit, almost as if fate favored him, securing them one by one.

With Zhao Yun’s floral maneuvering angering him, crashing into the wall didn’t help him figure out what to do during the parade, yet seeing Hengheng suddenly woke him.

As an Inner Qi Manifestation dog, no one treated it as a fierce beast but as a pet, not just because of its outward appearance, but also because of its cute and charming aura?

And what about the Military Spirit Legion? Are they strong? Very strong. They can fight Dual Talent armies, with neither side having the upper hand, and can take on five times their number without issue. But is this really strong? No, this isn’t truly strong.

This level doesn’t match the so-called refined and perfected, reaching the pinnacle, and dominating an era. As long as the numbers are sufficient, enough Dual Talent Legions can besiege and wipe out the Military Spirit Legion.

Though a Military Spirit Legion can fight three times its number in Dual Talent, this doesn’t do justice to the effort of the Military Spirit Legion, at least not to the effort of the first-generation Military Spirit Legion.

Why is this the case? Hua Xiong understood when he saw Hengheng.

Because there is not enough intimidation. The Dual Talent Legions are also forged through trials by fire, and they are unafraid of conflict; they can fight and have grown fearless.

With the scale of the Dual Talent Legion, as long as they dare to fight, even the Military Spirit Legion would find it challenging, especially since the number of the Military Spirit Legion greatly limits their combat power.

Similarly, the numbers of the Military Spirit Legion seem to invite the Dual Talent Legions to challenge them.

Until Hua Xiong saw Hengheng, he finally understood what the Military Spirit Iron Cavalry lacked; they lacked prestige, the kind that would make the hands and feet of a Dual Talent Legion go cold even upon encountering them head-on.

They were inherently stronger than any Dual Talent Legion. Coupled with a prestige that made the Dual Talent Legions feel chilled to the bone, any legion below their level, unless their will was extremely steadfast, would be nothing but a paper tiger to them.

And how to gain this prestige?

Hua Xiong was not smart, but he was not foolish. What he did not understand, there were others who did, and he could definitely ask it out from them!

The essence of the Military Spirit Legion is a will that distorts reality. So is prestige reality? Is killing intent reality? Yes, these are all realities.

Moreover, compared to the Military Spirit Legion directly gaining power by consuming Military Spirit, this transformation of empty to tangible consumes so little it’s unimaginable. Simply put, this ability should be one of the fundamental capabilities of the Military Spirit Legion.

Perhaps those ancient Military Spirit Legions might not deserve this ability, but for that very first generation, those who climbed out of the heaps of the dead and broke through from elite to Military Spirit Legion, this was instinct.

Because this intimidation was inherent in the process of transcending the Military Spirit Legion during bloody battles, brutal wars, and achieving impossible victories. This was their inherent prestige!

The moment this prestige was unleashed, Hua Xiong realized just how terrifying the first-generation Military Spirit Legion truly was.

It’s fair to say, at the moment they achieved Military Spirit, the intimidation they possessed, when unleashed, made legions below Dual Talent entirely unqualified to even face the first-generation Military Spirit Legion.

Even this harsh intimidation was enough to make the hands and feet of the Dual Talent Legion go cold and lose self-composure.

Therefore, to the truly first-generation Military Spirit Legion, even if they were deep into enemy territory alone, unless the enemy deployed dozens of times a number of elite legions to counter, it would just be a one-sided slaughter.

Hua Xiong coldly withdrew his gaze from the Jingling Guard and led the Military Spirit Iron Cavalry forward. The aura of death still lingered around, but with the blockade of the Jingling Guard, the chaos among the surrounding populace calmed.

However, the aristocratic family members observing from the city walls suffered; the Iron Cavalry’s intimidation cared not for their surnames, those who couldn’t withstand it fell to their knees.

A chilling coldness accompanied the Iron Cavalry as it gradually accelerated its charge, and the once intangible aura seemed forcibly consolidated and condensed. Those directly facing the Iron Cavalry even felt a sting on their skin, while the dim celestial phenomenon amplified everyone’s psychological pressure.

The originally chilling coldness, accompanied by the sudden rolling east wind, and the dust lifted by the Iron Cavalry’s trotting, mixed into the east wind, suddenly brought a smell of battlefield blood to everyone’s sense of smell.

Gripping the long spear, Hua Xiong, at the peak of the charge, roared and thrust his spear into the sky.

At the same moment, all the Iron Cavalry soldiers roared and thrust their spears toward the sky, and in an instant, the heavens burst open, with the originally dusk-veiled bright sun bursting forth with the radiance of dawn as thousands thrust their spears as one.

The original aura of death, murder, and fear that was pressing on everyone’s heart all dissipated with this thrust that pierced the firmament as if everything before was but an illusion.

But those still standing on the city wall at this moment could feel the sting on their skin, the goosebumps after their hair stood on end, and the still blazing sun of early autumn, clearly understanding that everything before wasn’t an illusion.

Looking at the Xiliang Iron Cavalry still maintaining their previous speed, charging towards Ye City, and the Jingling Guard standing like statues unmoving, all the still-standing ”nobles and aristocrats” on the city wall were sobered up, understanding two facts.

The Military Spirit Legion is definitely a calamity descending from the battlefield, like gods like demons, undoubtedly worthy of being the strongest legion, without question!

With such a legion in his hands, Liu Bei, with the elite support they could see, unifying the land seemed almost inevitable!