Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"THEWORLD!!!"

Bolanjar emptied his left hand, grabbing the future time back to the present time. Along with the ripples of time and space, the battle roar of the horses and the horses, the howling of the bow and arrow, and the screams of the demons all returned to death-like silence.

In front of him, the white horse with a golden crown also froze in place like a marble sculpture of God-wait, wearing a golden crown? !

The Persian prince opened her eyes wide in shock, the golden crown of the nine demons dancing wildly? Isn’t it the crown of Cyrus the Great? In the first dynasty of Persia, the king of all kings passed on from generation to generation, and was eventually taken away by the Centaur Kingdom, a symbol of imperial power.

Bolanjar stopped the chanting of teleportation. Rolling scarlet eyes, thinking about some dark schemes.

In terms of combat ability, the eldest son of the King of Kings is already half a legend. In terms of dominance, the eldest daughter of the gods knows the emperor's tactics better than herself. Regarding the pedigree, he was just an accident between Yi Si Ai and the maid. In any case, the throne of the king of kings would not be on his own.

However, if you retrieve Cyrus the Great’s witchcraft crown...

Painhurs was surprised to observe the demons in front of him. He couldn't observe the warlocks with different time. He only looked at the queen in front of him. After letting out a bold statement, he rolled his eyes and fainted straight under the negative influence of the rapid outbreak. Past.

"White Horse, I solemnly swear in the name of the deity I believe in. No matter how much Augustus gave you, I, out, ten, times."

A few seconds later, Bolan Yaer woke up leisurely and found that he had been surrounded by a dozen tall and sturdy men and horses waving sharp halberds.

The Persian prince did not rush, raised her hands without any weapons, and expressed her sincerity to the warchief, but in the next second, her confident smile suddenly froze on her face.

It's not just people and horses who are chasing them. A small group of high-ranking paladins from the Seventeenth Legion of Word Bearers, also under the leadership of the universal patriarch, rode dazzling celestial creatures, attacking from afar.

"Those monsters in front are Augustus, mercenaries from Gredinian? Ha! Well done!"

Loga Aurelion ran wildly on horseback, chasing the prince who was fleeing. When he looked at these foreign mercenaries and surrounded the remaining army of demons, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Praise the God of Punishment! God Bless the Empire! God Bless Legion! The heirs of the King of Kings, still failed to get out of our palms!"

The leaders of the four horses, Qi Qi turned back, Pain Hess, Christina, Christian, and Abhus’s figures were reflected in the eyes of the universal patriarch, evoking the greatest in his heart. terror!

"I saw the lamb unveil the first seal of the seven seals, and heard one of the four living creatures with a thunderous voice, saying: "You come!" I watched and saw a white horse riding on a horse. He wore a bow, and a crown was given to him. He came out, winning and winning.

When the second seal was opened, I heard the second living creature say: "Come!" Then another horse came out, it was red. The authority was given to the rider to take peace from the ground and cause people to kill each other, and a big sword was given to him.

When the third seal was unveiled, I heard the third living creature say: "Come on!" I watched and saw a dark horse. The rider is holding a balance in his hand.

I heard a voice in the four living creatures saying: "One penny for one liter of wheat, one penny for three liters of barley, oil and wine must not be spoiled."

When the fourth seal was unveiled, I heard the fourth living creature say: "Come on!" I watched and saw a gray-green horse. The name of the rider is Death, and the underworld also follows him, giving them authority to kill a quarter of the people on the earth with swords, famine, plague, and wild beasts. "

Luo Jia’s face became extremely pale because of fear. In his heart, he meditated on the doomsday prophecy recorded in the divine bible—in the doomsday when the empire is destroyed, the world collapses, and everything ceases to exist, there will be Four horses of pale, crimson, pitch black, gray-green, and different coat colors commanded the unrivaled army of destruction and destroyed everything they could see.

The doomsday prophecy in the holy prayer is the worst nightmare in the hearts of all priests in the empire. They suspect that the horse in the prophecy refers to the purgatory mount of Sassanid Persia.

However, this nightmare has already appeared alive in reality and appeared in the eyes of the universal patriarch. The doomsday mentioned in the prophecy is not a half-man and half-devil purgatory mount, but four horses from Thrall. The horses of Matthias Caohai?

The universal patriarch took a deep breath and hid all the fears and doubts deep in his heart, and gave a brilliant smile to the men and horses in front of him, the mercenaries of Augustus.

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On the front line of Cilicia, Peturabo fought fiercely with the King of Kings for several days. The terrifying flames of war stretched from the mountains of Asia Minor to the northern shore of the Mediterranean. The roaring giant elephants, the neighing war horses, and the steel puppets, bathed in the sky. The rain of arrows is advancing steadily, and the flames of **** burn every inch of the land of Cilicia.

"Charge! You trash spirits! If you die bravely on the battlefield, Lord Purgatory will give you eternal souls! You will gain eternal life in His kingdom! Ha! It sounds like it is more than your Kernelon? wonderful?!"

Hundreds of Teflin warlords sang illusory empty promises, and the leather whip in their hands, accompanied by the sky of blood, threw out loud whips behind the slaves! Thousands of imperial slaves captured from Cilicia were expelled, and they attacked Peturabo's steel defense line.

These slaves holding wooden sticks and connected by ropes have basically zero combat power. Their real function is only one: to consume the ammunition of the Fourth Army.

The soldiers of the 4th Scythe Army squeezed the trigger of the heavy crossbow with expressionless faces facing these captured imperial citizens.

For a time, the heavy crossbow bolts that covered the sky and sun screamed and tore the air, hitting their fragile bodies with heavy blows. The countless heavy steel bolts could even penetrate the thin bodies of these elves. With their flesh and blood and debris, they pierced deeply into the chest of the second elf slave.

No way, last time, a large number of Teflin mages, disguised as slaves, were mixed among the elves, causing a devastating blow to the rescue forces of the First Italian Legion-that Legion has now lost more than half. The holy meteor cavalry riding the nightmare of **** even took the opportunity to tear one of their lines of defense!

The empire firmly in control of the seas sent more materials and servitude to the front from Greece and from western Asia Minor. Withdrawing from the frontline battle and going to the rear to repair the legion, there is no time to rest. They can only command the slaves, tear down all the nearby villages, and urge them to build one day and night before the unstoppable front of the King of Kings. Another extremely strong steel line of defense!

Under this high-intensity construction work, the Romans had built double-digit defenses in depth to reach the terrorist front in Sassanid Persia.

"Look north! North!"

Suddenly, the energy-shaping mage on the arrow tower looked to the north vigilantly: huge entropy shields burst out of colorful dazzling flashes! The colorful magical shield was spinning crazily at a terrifying speed, and the dancing colors almost blinded the crossbowman's eyes, and there was no way to aim properly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by the trembling roar of the sky and the trembling earth, the entropy light shield whizzed to the wooden wall, and the wooden piles buried deep in the soil were uprooted by the opponent under the violent impact!

The mages hurriedly fired out arcane pulses to remove the colorful blinding technique-protected by the entropy light shield, it was a giant war of **** flames exuding beams of **** flames in the gaps between the armors, which was protected by entropy light. Elephant!

"Fire!!!"

Without the protection of divine art, several infantrymen immediately turned the direction of the scorpion crossbow. Accompanied by the friction of wood, the spinning of winches, and the sound of steel slamming, each of the war machines that had been enchanted by Peturabo himself sent out. A terrifying roar! Shoot a fierce spear with the thickness of an adult male thigh! At the moment they shot, they became thicker and bigger in a circle, directly piercing through, tearing the Persian scale armor, and deeply immersed in the head of the war elephant!

The giant beast with purgatory blood didn't even have time to hum, and fell directly on the wooden wall that was smashed by it. The blood was like a lake with a bursting embankment, washing away the soldiers and slaves nearby.

However, this defensive system that has persisted for 24 hours has been devastated by Sassanid Persia, and the brave and fearless fighters of the Fourth Army have accumulated fatigue in their bodies to their limit.

"The whole army retreats!"

Looking at the tired soldiers, after Peturabo personally broke the legion, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion slowly retreated to the next line of defense under the cover of blazing fireballs: there, the 30th Urpius Legion. The eagle flag is blowing in the sea breeze, hunting and hunting.

Under the bombardment of the arcane flames of the wizards, the original solid wooden wall suddenly turned into a sea of ​​flames, which to a large extent prevented the advancement of the slaves of Sasanian Persia and the army of servants. The evacuation gained more time.

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Riding an adult blue dragon, and the King of Kings looking out from the sky, a desperate discovery-in the last few days of continuous wars, tens of thousands of slaves and servants, and the death of a purgatory war elephant, in exchange for only six The collapse of the Roman front.

Six! There are only six! ! !

And they tore and destroy these six lines of defense, and it took enough time for the seven legions, with countless slaves and militias, to take turns to build twelve lines of defense that were exactly the same! ! !

In front of him, there are countless deep trenches and high barriers that extend to the end of the field of vision, as well as numerous towers, bunkers, and imperial eagle flags flying above them. They are densely packed and countless!

Peturabo was still not satisfied, he still ordered the slaves to start work day and night, digging more lines of defense in the rear!

I spent a few days and wasted so much manpower and material resources. As a result, I only advanced dozens of kilometers to the west.

"Pe! Tu! Ra! Bo!"

The King of Kings uttered an angry roar. In this way, Taiflin, in front of this endless line of defense, will be slowly and slowly drained of the last drop of blood by the Lord of the Fourth Legion.