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Babak roared with a terrifying aura, and the sound waves spread in all directions.

Every three-talent legion with idealistic talent will not be weak, and the same goes for Babak.

"Fight, let us burn out a future!"

Babak roared and raised his spear. Illusory flames shot up into the sky and spread over all the guards like a pillar of fire shooting up into the sky.

This illusory flame is not real, but for soldiers with weak willpower, it is more terrifying than real flame.

Wei Xin's third talent inherited the effect of Incineration, which not only offset the talent, affected the will, consumed physical strength, but also could quickly recover as long as it was not a lethal attack.

Persia inherited from Parthia and had a special worship for fire. When Babak took the last step and achieved the Three Gifted Legions, all the soldiers were excited, and their morale was restored and began to rise.

Even those Persian legions with dual talents, their incineration talent, at this moment seemed to be beginning to move closer to Babak's personal guards' third idealistic talent, Burning Embers.

The Persian army, which had been struggling just now, seemed to be on the verge of a reversal in an instant.

Spear formations, shields, and elite soldiers launched an assault in just a few breaths. The soldiers, who had been trained to the limit, cooperated with Babak and relied on their own judgment of the battlefield situation to charge forward bravely.

Even though the Xinghan soldiers fought desperately, they were unable to stop Babak's advance. That kind of fire was completely beyond their ability to deal with.

Even if they could not maintain the will to burn everything for a long time, the remaining light still burned the elite soldiers of the star on the opposite side.

It was clearly just an illusory flame, but because of the brilliant will of the Babak Legion, it created the same effect as real flame.

There was no immunity, no resistance. Even the elite of Xinghan were trapped in the face of this fire that was born from the mind and driven by will. They could not use their elite talents to be immune, nor could they use clouds to resist. Their bodies were burned like mortals facing a scorching flame.

"Strange, why three talents?"

Han Xin looked at Babak's personal guards with some confusion. For a mere legion of three talents, if they wanted to defy the will of heaven, they had better forget about it.

What confused him was that Persia was an empire. Logically speaking, every empire would have two military soul corps at the very least.

Xinghan’s situation is special, but Persia is not so special as to break this common sense.

The moment Babak entered the third level of talent, he should have achieved the military spirit.

"Is there something in there that we don't know about?"

Han Xin turned his gaze to Jia Xu and others. After Jia Xu and others were silent for a moment, Guo Jia broke the silence.

"According to our intelligence, Ardashir's Holy Fallen Knight should be one of the military souls. Babak broke through the three talents but did not become a military soul. There is probably only one explanation!"

Guo Jia hesitated for a moment and did not continue. His spiritual talent was there, so he tried to say as little as possible.

"Persia has hidden a military soul corps!" Han Xin was also a smart man. He understood it immediately and understood what Guo Jia meant.

"A hidden sharp blade must be placed in the most concealed and dangerous place!" Han Xin's eyes swept across the picture revealed by the light and shadow, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that there are some problems with our intelligence!"

Mu Yi shook his head. This was not something that could be explained away by negligence.

"Wenhe, you handle this matter!"

Mu Yi didn't say much. There were too many intricacies involved. He couldn't figure it out, nor did he want to, so he handed the matter directly to Jia Xu.

Sometimes, it really takes some blood to calm down those greedy people.

When the dawn of hope shines, the light of miracles appears one after another.

"Persia will win!"

Amid the morale-boosting shouts, another terrifying momentum rose up and spread towards the four directions.

Attolamei fought against the Flying Bear Army under extremely disadvantageous circumstances, which put him under tremendous pressure. However, all this pressure was transformed into motivation under the light of dawn, and he successfully took a firm step and crossed the threshold of three talents.

The three-talent decisive battle legion, the Persian Sassanid God Cavalry, the third idealistic talent, the incineration talent will eventually manifest into ashes, burning everything of the opponent.

Before, under the suppression of the cloud energy, they could barely hurt the Feixiong Army, but now every blow can cause real damage to the Feixiong. Even the Xiliang Iron Cavalry at the level of the Royal Guards seem a little fragile in front of their sword energy.

"Attolamei is one of the legions that are expected to break through. With the Flying Bear Army handling it, there is nothing to fear!"

Han Xin said expressionlessly, and gave Li Que an order to beat the three talents to death. There was no need for them to continue suppressing the front line.

Although the second half of the army still maintained basic organizational strength, its combat effectiveness was basically only half of what it was before, and it was only a matter of time before it was surrounded and annihilated.

However, after Babak and Attolamei's incident, guided by the dawn of hope, the morale of these soldiers was high and they recovered at least 80% to 90% of their combat effectiveness. This was not a good thing.

After receiving the order, Li Que directly abandoned the resilient heavy infantry in front of him and rushed directly towards Attolame. What's the point of fighting with these heavy infantry? If Han Xin hadn't asked them to suppress the front line, they would not have wasted time here. There is no point at all.

With the will of a bunch of incineration talents to offset the will, suppress several other Royal Guards legions, and fight against the Undead Guards and Undead King Riders, these lumps of flesh. The opponent couldn't kill them, and they took a long time to kill one. Li Que almost vomited.

Fortunately, they were finally freed. Attolamei, who had entered the third talent level, was a good opponent. The most important thing was that if the opponent could break their defense, they could also break the opponent's defense. This was the battle they longed for, a battle on the edge of a knife.

Only by fighting with this kind of legion can they go further and continue to move towards a stronger direction.

In the chaos of the army, it was extremely difficult for Attolamei to get rid of Feixiong, not to mention that Han Xin made two adjustments. Attolamei had nowhere to run even if he wanted to, and could only bite the bullet and fight against Feixiong's army.

"However, the idealistic talents that enter the third level of talent are all the same?" Xu Shu looked at Attolamei's legion with some confusion.

The flames burning on them were almost the same as those on Babak's personal guards.

"Logically speaking, the Holy Fallen Cavalry are in the front, and these legions should all be biased towards the Holy Fallen Cavalry. Why are they heading in this direction?" Xu Shu frowned and muttered to himself.

"What's there to be confused about? Doesn't this just prove that the hidden Military Soul Legion has this kind of talent effect!" Han Xin explained calmly.

He glanced at Xu Shu. Smart people tend to get stuck in a rut and think more deeply about obvious things.

"Next to the Holy Fallen Knights?" Jia Xu looked at the scene on Ardashir's side. It was difficult to judge from the picture where the military soul was hiding.

"It doesn't matter. I'd rather see how many more three-talent legions can be born here!" Han Xin commanded the other legions to dodge and avoid direct collisions with Babak's personal guards, while mobilizing cannon fodder to block Babak's attack.

The talent of Burning Embers has a great advantage in single combat. Elites with double talents and even the Royal Guards have a hard time facing Babak's personal guards.

However, it is precisely because of this characteristic that they behave in the same way when facing cannon fodder.

The endless cannon fodder trapped Babak's personal guards, making it difficult for them to move forward. They kept killing the cannon fodder in front of them, but the vacancies they had just killed were immediately filled. Even because of Han Xin's mobilization, the pressure on both sides increased. When Babak bravely moved forward, his teammates on both sides were suppressed and stopped moving forward.

"Persia will win!"

With another roar, the Persian officer Omzada roared and raised the flag of his legion high. The will of all the elite soldiers under his command, with the unified burning talent as the core, burst out into an astonishing column of fire.

Under Omzada's command, a Persian centurion who was shot several times was pierced by Xinghan's spearmen again while roaring and sprinting. The high fighting spirit in his eyes began to gradually die out, but when the pillar of fire rose up.

The unyielding will burned fiercely, the stubborn flames began to rise in his eyes, the injuries on his body began to heal quickly, and he picked up his heavy scimitar and swept it forward with an indomitable momentum.

Wherever the scimitar passed, there was blood everywhere. Even though his body was pierced by more spears the next moment, he still waved the scimitar in his hand firmly.

When he fell down completely and was powerless to recover.

"I give you everything I have, and Persia will win!"

The fallen centurion roared with determination: "Persia will win!"

Their bodies were broken into pieces and crushed into dust, but their unyielding will and their unrepentant belief were directly incorporated into the blessing of the Persian army. Even if they fell, their spirits were still burning, providing strength to other comrades.

"Three three-talent legions!"

Mu Yi looked at the erupting Omzada Legion. Before this, they had not paid too much attention to this officer. They did not expect that he would be the one to move towards the third talent after Babak and Attolamei.

And it seems that under the guidance of these three talents with the same talents, even those Persian double talents with the burning and incineration talents are getting stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The gap between us and Rome is still visibly huge!" Lu Xun, who had witnessed Rome's strength, said with some emotion.

Even before the Burning of Imperial Will, Rome's hard power was stronger than the current Persian Sassanid.

But it is also true that although the Persian Sassanid Empire succeeded the Parthian Empire, the Parthian Empire was so miserable in the previous years that it could not even defeat a Roman duke of a border county. The will of the empire was cut off by Rome decades ago and became Rome's nourishment.

Even if the imperial will is reshaped today, it was born too recently and has not inherited much of the heritage. Even if the imperial will is burned, it is difficult to compare with Rome.

When Ardashir crossed the horizon and appeared in the sight of the North Gate troops, he also saw his opponent.

Before the assault, he regarded the interception of the North Gate troops as the first difficulty they would face. Before coming, he had made all preparations, and he would not be moved no matter what situation he encountered.

However, when he took in the situation on the battlefield, even though he had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but reveal a look of ecstasy.

The Xinghan troops at the north gate are attacking the city with all their might, and some of their elite troops have even climbed onto the top of the city walls. These troops will definitely not retreat, so the pressure he faces has suddenly reduced a lot.

Under Han Xin's control, the remaining one-third of the army quickly adjusted their formation and stood in front of Ardashir in a goose formation.

At the same time, a large number of cannon fodder appeared in front of Ardashir and his men.

"Holy Fallen Knights, kill them all!"

Knowing that these were cannon fodder to consume his own fighting spirit, Ardashir still did not hesitate at all and directly launched a surprise attack with the Holy Fallen Knights.

At this moment he had no way out.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

The moment Ardashir came into contact with the cannon fodder camp scattered by Han Xin, he roared as if a spring had been compressed to its limit. Even though he was just one person, his momentum at this moment seemed to be able to directly suppress the entire Ximen army.

The heavy scimitar extended with flames and slashed towards the cannon fodder army in front. With one slash, dozens of high-level cannon fodder had their armor shattered and their bodies severed.

Blood splattered all over Ardashir, making him look like a demon.

"Ardashir is coming." Xu Shu looked at Ardashir rushing towards him in the light and shadow with a little admiration.

"Seeing is believing. It really is a hidden dragon!"

"I'm afraid our troops at the north gate can't stop the enemy!" Xu Shu made his own judgment.

"Of course we can't stop them, but they won't get through so easily!" Han Xin smiled slightly, the situation was completely under his control.

The moment Ardashir broke through the north gate's defense line was the moment he would completely close the net.

"kill!"

Ardashir roared and slashed with his sword. Even though he had reached the realm of the gods, and even though his will was as clear as that of a god or a demon, on a battlefield of this scale, he could not rely on his personal strength to influence the situation. Instead, he would continue to suffer injuries.

The goose formation was exerting frantic pressure from both wings. Ardashir's goal was to break through, but he could only endure it. He swept his sword across and killed the opponent in front of him, and felt a sharp pain in his ribs.

However, this injury could not shake Ardashir at all, but instead made his will even brighter.

With one slash of the sword, even the elite soldiers of the Star Han holding huge shields were unable to resist. The sword light flashed, shattering the shield and killing the person. All the enemies who dared to stand in front of Ardashir and the Holy Meteorite Knights were ruthlessly killed.

The sniping attack of the North Gate Army did not last long before it was killed by Ardashir and his Holy Meteorite Cavalry. Even with the assistance of Han Xin's command, the gap in hard power was too big, especially Ardashir and the Holy Meteorite Cavalry, who were unstoppable.