Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The atmosphere of war hung over the entire battlefield, a heavy atmosphere pervading everything.

On that day, the sun shone brightly, illuminating countless battle flags and armored vehicles.

Amidst the rolling and unfolding clouds, ten thousand horses gallop, raising clouds of dust.

The army's ranks stretched to the azure sky, soldiers brandishing swords and spears, roaring with fighting spirit.

The two armies faced off on the vast plain, each deploying their troops in formation.

The cavalry formed a huge, long serpentine formation, their horses neighing and gleaming golden in the sunlight.

The infantry formed dense squares, holding spears and shields, like an impregnable iron wall.

As the war drums sounded and the bugle calls echoed, the two armies resolutely faced each other.

A fierce battle unfolded across the open field, with swords flashing and warhorses galloping, their charges causing the earth to tremble.

Arrows rained down like a storm, the sky filled with arrows forming a dark cloud as they poured down upon the enemy's dense formation.

The soldiers dodged, sidestepped, and leaped, trying their best to protect themselves from the arrows.

But countless warriors fell because of this, composing a tragic and heroic song with their loyalty and lives.

The sound of armor clashing echoed across the battlefield, swords clashed, and the air was filled with the metallic clang of blades striking armor.

Warhorses pounded the earth with their hooves, and warriors charged forward, fighting fearlessly against the enemy.

Blood stained the battlefield, corpses lay scattered on the ruins, and shouts, cries, and screams mingled together on the battlefield.

At times, the roar of cannons could be heard on the battlefield as both sides engaged in fierce siege warfare.

The siege engines roared to life, and massive stones crashed against the city walls with deafening cracking sounds.

The massive shadow of the catapults streaked across the air, and a torrent of arrows and stones rained down, leaving huge cracks in the city walls.

The battlefield was filled with the smell of gunpowder and corpses, but the soldiers' fighting spirit remained high.

They rose up and fought bravely for their country, their homeland, and the ideals they believed in.

In the distance, a general rode in on horseback, waving a flag and shouting morale-boosting slogans, igniting the soldiers' passion and courage.

Staring at the scene before him, Fan Zui remained stunned and unable to recover for a long time.

He had seen many large-scale war movies, but this was the first time he had ever experienced one so immersively.

Fan Zui suddenly noticed a female general dressed in armor.

Amidst the vast army, a female general clad in fiery red armor came into his view.

Her beauty and majesty were beyond words.

Her face was like a piece of white jade, her eyebrows like strokes of ink, and her lips parted slightly, revealing a captivating, deathly smile.

Her eyes were clear and bright, like two dazzling stars, revealing a strong sense of confidence and wisdom.

Her black hair was tied up with feathers on her armor, cascading down her back like a waterfall, radiating an alluring sheen.

The sword hanging at her waist gleamed with a cold light, contrasting with her dazzling red armor, the red like a burning flame, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Her high nose bridge and long neck displayed her nobility and majesty.

Her slender figure and well-developed muscles reveal her powerful strength and decisive personality.

She held her head high, her body straight, like a sharp sword piercing the clouds.

Every movement is full of power and elegance, revealing an unstoppable kingly aura in every gesture.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, her steps steady yet light, like a dancer gracefully performing on a stage.

Her voice was authoritative and firm, and with the power in her voice, she could inspire the soldiers' fighting spirit and courage, enabling them to face difficulties head-on and charge into battle.

Her language was concise yet powerful; every word resonated deeply, as if a mysterious force flowed through her speech.

His gaze was firm and sharp, revealing an unwavering determination and a touching wisdom.

This woman seems to... whether on the battlefield or in daily life, she displays unparalleled calmness and composure, and seems to always maintain a clear mind and perceive all changes.

She was not only a brave warrior, but also a great leader.

She commanded skillfully and handled matters with ease.

They are able to make quick and accurate judgments and wise decisions, turning the tide of battle in their favor.

It's easy to see that this female general in red armor is not only stunningly beautiful, but also possesses a strong inner strength.

She not only captivated the eyes of the crowd with her beauty, but also won over the hearts of her enemies with her wisdom and courage.

She is a true battlefield queen, fearless and ever-forward.

Fan Zui gradually became somewhat stunned.

Such a woman, so dashing and spirited!

"Somebody come!"

"exist!"

"Kill him!" The woman suddenly pointed to Fan Zui's location.

Fan Zui: "..."

You guys can fight it out. Am I bothering you by floating in the air?

Did I disturb you?

Or is it blocking your view?

Good grief, is this the start of a fight?

The first rule of dreams is that I am invincible.

In mid-air, Fan Zui's figure floated, as if he had merged into the world.

His figure was tall and imposing, radiating a powerful aura.

With a flick of his wrist, the world changed color, and lightning surged, as if he had touched the power of the universe.

He slowly opened his hands, and lightning rolled between his fingers, dazzling and blinding.

In an instant, his hands clenched together, as if the sky had been torn apart, and a huge five-fingered palm print descended from the sky at an unbelievable speed.

The enormous five-fingered palm print slammed into the ground with a deafening roar, causing the ground to collapse instantly and leaving a deep five-fingered crater.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and ashes were scattered everywhere. Enemies on the battlefield were crushed like ropes by palm prints, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

The surrounding enemies felt a great threat and looked up, their eyes filled with fear and terror.

They watched as their companions were instantly pulverized, unable to resist the oppressive force from beyond the heavens.

The power of the five-finger giant seal was boundless, as if it came from the destructive power of another world.

The ground cracked open with the impact of the giant seal, dust flew everywhere, and buildings on the battlefield collapsed amidst the tremors.

Looking up, this expert stood tall and floated in mid-air, unwavering in the face of numerous enemies on the chaotic battlefield.

His gaze was firm and indifferent, as if he had never been troubled or threatened in any way.

His movements were fluid and swift, each strike carrying an absolute power that crushed any enemy that stood in his way.

His figure flashed like lightning, traversing countless battlefields.

As he moved, the lightning in the sky churned even more violently.

Surrounded by numerous masters, this man transformed into a god of war.

His figure became increasingly blurred, as if merging with the heavens and earth.

His voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with sharpness and boundless pride, allowing people to feel the true meaning of power.

The figure flew continuously towards the female general in red armor amidst the vast army.

"Protect the Emperor!"

Large armies continued to converge from all sides.

Fan Zui was slightly choked.

Empress?

Chapter 253 [Capturing the Empress]

On this vast battlefield, armies surged in from all directions.

The soldiers trembled in unison, knowing that this time they were facing not just an ordinary enemy, but a master.

A master whose skill is unfathomable and whose power is boundless.

This man stood tall and straight, like a sharp sword piercing through the clouds of war.

He walked across the battlefield, a gleaming blade in his hand, each swing carrying an unparalleled killing intent.

His steps were light and swift, like a shadow moving among the enemies.

The enemy tried to stop him, but could not get close to him.

He slashed left and right, and as his blade flashed, his enemies fell one after another.