Villain: Take care of my wife and junior sister, win the heroine and I will be invincible

Kong Lingyu let out an earth-shaking roar, like a huge wave in a violent wind, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant. He stood tall on the towering command platform, his eyes flashing with a determined light that seemed to be able to see through all the darkness.

"East, West, South, and North armies, follow me and charge!" Kong Lingyu's voice was like rolling thunder, spreading in all directions. He raised the long sword in his hand high, flashing a sharp light, as if declaring his unyielding determination to the enemy.

Following his command, a terrifying shaking sound suddenly came from the distant horizon. The sound was like a giant beast awakening, shaking the earth. Even the clouds in the sky seemed to be shocked by this force and dispersed, revealing the deep blue sky.

Then, four armies emerged like four torrents. They were wearing heavy armor and stood firm like steel giants. The horses under their crotches were extremely tall, and each one was like a lion on the battlefield, full of power and majesty.

The four armies rushed forward with the force of thunder, as if to crush all the enemies that stood in their way. The battle flags fluttered in the wind, and the sharp blades gleamed coldly in the sun. The horses stomped on the ground like thunder, and every gallop seemed to make the earth tremble. They neighed, as if expressing their desire for victory.

As the four armies advanced forward in a mighty force, an indescribable terrifying evil spirit suddenly rose into the sky and spread silently like a ghost in the darkness.

The evil spirit was like a tangible black smoke that covered the sky and the sun, making people shudder as if they were in an evil fantasy.

The evil spirit emitted by forty thousand people gathered into a powerful energy, which seemed to cover the entire world in darkness.

This evil spirit carried a strong scent of murder, as if foreshadowing the upcoming blood and cruelty.

The millions of troops felt an indescribable heartache and chill in the face of this evil spirit.

They felt as if they were in an ice cave, surrounded by biting cold and suffocating oppression.

Everyone knows that these four armies are by no means ordinary ones. Each of them has experienced hundreds of battles and possesses powerful strength and profound foundation.

At this moment, the four armies were like four ferocious beasts, approaching their target step by step.

There was a cold light in their eyes, as if they had already locked onto their prey.

Under the pressure of this evil spirit, the millions of troops had to grit their teeth and try their best to prepare for the upcoming fierce battle.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a solemn and murderous atmosphere, as if even the air had solidified.

And that terrifying evil spirit seemed to be the prelude to this war, foreshadowing the upcoming intensity and cruelty.

Kong Lingyu, the usually gentle and elegant Confucian general, now had a cold expression on his face, as if a severe winter was approaching. A murderous aura emanated from him, as if it was going to freeze everything around him.

His tone also changed completely. It was no longer as gentle and elegant as before. Instead, it became cold and domineering, like a sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its edge.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with sharp light, staring straight at the millions of enemy troops in front of him, as if he wanted to see through them all. Then, he swung the long sword in his hand fiercely and shouted coldly: "Kill without mercy!"

This shout was like a bolt from the blue, shaking the heaven and earth.

A powerful murderous intent instantly spread, as if it was about to submerge the entire battlefield.

The air around them seemed to freeze, with only Kong Lingyu's cold and firm voice echoing.

"The Eastern Army has received the order!"

"The Western Army has received the order!"

"The Southern Army has received the order!"

"The Northern Army has received the order!"

As Kong Lingyu's order was issued, the four armies shouted in unison, their voices shaking the earth.

Their steps were in unison, and they rushed towards the enemy like a torrent. There was a loud bang, and it seemed as if the whole earth was shaking.

Although these four armies only have 40,000 people, their momentum and strength are so powerful that they are terrifying.

There was a determination gleam in their eyes, as if they were ready to sacrifice.

Their swords flashed with cold light, as if they were ready to chop down any enemy that stood in their way.

As the four armies charged, a huge flag was raised in the army.

A large Chinese character "儒" (Ru) was embroidered on the flag, as if announcing the identity and beliefs of this army.

The flags fluttered in the wind, as if telling of the loyalty and bravery of the Confucian disciples.

"Oh my God, these are the Four Sacred Armies of Confucianism!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The Four Sages of Confucianism are the elite forces of Confucianism, and every soldier is an elite who has been strictly selected and trained.

They are not only proficient in martial arts, but also have profound Confucian knowledge.

Their existence is like a clear stream on the battlefield, guarding the dignity of the country and the nation with wisdom and courage.

At this moment, this elite army, led by Kong Lingyu, was like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the heart of the enemy.

Each of their movements was full of power and rhythm, like a carefully choreographed dance, both beautiful and deadly.

Under the attack of the Four Sages of Confucianism, the enemy began to retreat.

Their morale was completely destroyed, and they could only watch helplessly as this elite force pushed them into a desperate situation.

Kong Lingyu stood at the highest point of the battlefield, watching everything coldly, as if everything was under his control.

"This guy's son, the once unknown young man, is actually the heir of the Confucian family."

This news hit the French monarch like a bolt from the blue, shocking him so much that he could hardly breathe.

He originally thought that the prince of Wanshou Ancient Country had died a long time ago, after all, there was no news of him since then.

He had never expected that his identity was so noble, which instantly caused his plan to fall apart.

What shocked him even more was that Confucianism actually gave Kong Lingyu such a huge private army. A team of 40,000 people was rolling on the battlefield like a giant dragon, with great momentum.

This army was like a sharp knife, directly charging into his million-strong army, invincible and unstoppable.

The French monarch watched helplessly as his million-strong army was wantonly cut up and slaughtered by this army, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.

He originally thought that his army was large enough to crush all enemies, but now it seems that this army is simply vulnerable in front of Kong Lingyu's private army.

His face was as pale as paper, cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, and his heart was filled with fear and despair.

He knew that he dared not attack the Confucian lineage, otherwise he would be courting death.

After all, the strength and status of Confucianism are unshakable. How could he, a small monarch of the Protectorate of France, be its enemy?

Kong Lingyu stood on a high place, looking at the situation on the battlefield with a sharp gaze, his heart filled with anger.

He knew that his identity and strength had been fully demonstrated. Next, he would use this army to avenge his family!

The situation on the battlefield was like a cruel picture, slowly unfolding before his eyes.

The smell of blood and cruelty filled the air, making people feel suffocated involuntarily.

He could see that his army was engaging in fierce combat with the enemy, with every collision accompanied by a deafening roar and splattering blood.

Kong Lingyu's heart was filled with anger. He hated these enemies, hated their cruelty and ruthlessness, and hated them even more for the disasters and suffering they brought to the ancient country of Wanshou.

He knew that his identity and strength had been fully demonstrated. He was no longer that unknown boy, but the leader of this army and the hope of the Wanshou Ancient Country.

He took a deep breath, turned the anger in his heart into a powerful force, and injected it into his body.

He felt his blood boiling, as if it was about to burst through his veins and gush out. His eyes became even hotter, as if they were about to ignite the battlefield.

He knew that the time had come. He would lead the army to charge into the enemy camp, to avenge his family and the people of the ancient Wanshou Kingdom!

He swung the sword in his hand fiercely and let out a roar that shook the earth. The sound echoed on the battlefield like thunder, making all the soldiers feel his determination and strength.

As his roar sounded, the entire army seemed to be injected with new vitality. They shouted in unison, waved their weapons, and rushed towards the enemy camp.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with deafening shouts and the sound of metal colliding, as if the entire world was about to be torn apart.

Kong Lingyu led the charge and rushed to the front. His sword was like a silver lightning, drawing dazzling tracks on the battlefield. Every time he swung his sword, an enemy fell under his sword, and blood stained his armor and sword red.

His figure on the battlefield was like an invincible god of war, making all enemies feel terrified.

His presence seemed to bring a strong belief and strength to the entire army, making them rush towards the enemy camp more determined.

In this brutal battle, Kong Lingyu continued to swing his sword and kill the enemies.

His heart was filled with hatred and anger, but he also knew that he could not lose his mind. He had to remain calm and firm in order to lead the army to victory.