The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

Concentrate.

The thickness of human reason is superimposed together.

Take it as the cornerstone of phase to carry oneself and let oneself exert stronger power.

Standing on the gate facing inland,

Wearing a robe, blond and blue-eyed, Brisisan, who is obviously different from ordinary Romans, holds a staff in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He glanced behind him.

In the majestic city, there are people coming and going, they are people from Rome, but at this moment, whether they are nobles, commoners, or slaves, their eyes are extremely indifferent.

That's not human nature.

Rather, it is an empty, intellectual divinity in its essence.

Still maintaining the self, but that self is actually empty.

No matter laughing or cursing, it is all false.

"If you lose your humanity and live, wouldn't it be too sad?"

Brisisan looked away and sighed.

"coming--"

beside,

Someone whispered.

He was wearing a short armor, a red cloak, and a straight Roman sword and shield in his hand. The helmet on his head was like a cockscomb with red bulges.

He was the legionary of Rome.

Commander of the soldiers guarding the walls.

"I see."

Brisisan nodded slightly.

In fact, he didn't need to be reminded by others, of course he could feel it.

after all……

The earth is trembling.

the sky is swaying

In the distance, large expanses of dust and smoke could be seen with the naked eye, and under the falling, midday sun, it looked like a golden sandstorm swaying.

And in it,

It is a galloping horse and a rolling chariot.

It is a person who has crossed mountains and seas——

That was Qin Jun.

The majestic Great Qin, carrying the momentum of attacking the city all the way, swept the world like a mountain torrent and tsunami!

The reason why Brisisan appeared on the city wall was also waiting for them.

At the previous meeting, no one dared to stand up to the question of the Roman God Patriarch. In the end, it was he, the invited magician who clearly did not belong to Rome, who stood up.

Although not part of Rome,

But as Solomon's disciple, Brisisan, who possesses powerful and mysterious powers, still enjoys a reputation in this land.

And he belongs to the Western camp after all,

So in the end, those people in Rome still chose to believe in him, an outsider.

Let him resist the Shenzhou Legion.

Gain enough time for Patriarch Romulus.

"No matter what the price is - if you can successfully resist their footsteps and buy time for the ancestors, you will be a hero in Rome, and we will treat you with the highest etiquette for heroes!"

The legion commander spoke like this.

smiling.

But his eyes looked rational and indifferent.

Because of this state, no one responded at that meeting, because reason told them that they were not the opponent of the Shenzhou Legion, and they could not resist the attack of the Shenzhou Legion.

Since I know it won't work,

With the most sane thinking, of course not going to do it.

"That's why I was given a chance!"

Brisisan smiled slightly, looked at the legion commander in front of him, and said:

"Don't worry, under the witness of this sky, Rome will win!"

"Ah."

The head of the legion nodded, and said, "I'll go to mobilize the soldiers and horses first...Huh?"

Halfway through his speech, he stopped abruptly.

There is a surge of pain, emerging in the abdomen, along the nerve veins, and reaching the brain.

Blood, dripping.

Brisisan pulled out the dagger, and with a puff, the ground was splashed with bright red.

"you……"

The legion commander was trembling, with a look of astonishment on his face.

however--

"Empty essence, don't expose this clumsy performance!"

Brisisan smiled and said:

"What's more, I didn't lie, this time, Rome will indeed win—"

There was a slight pause in the words, and the disciple of Solomon turned his head, looked into the distance, and looked at the black army that was rushing towards him.

Facing the setting sun.

That face, with a full smile, he spoke, and then said:

"After all, Rome... is also 【Great Qin】!"

"Who in the world doesn't understand Qin?"

He said without hesitation.

bang.

The legion commander fell to the ground.

Brissauna took out a piece of cloth and wiped the dagger in his hand.

Beside, standing soldiers walked by.

They were very indifferent to the fact that their boss was killed.

Laughing and cursing are all disguises.

Their divinity has covered their humanity, and that's how they are. Now that their boss is dead, the next thing they have to obey is naturally only Brisisan.

The disciple of the Magic King spoke and said:

"Clean up the corpse, then open the city gate, follow me, and welcome the new king!"

By the way, let's meet...

teacher.

A magician who has survived for hundreds of years thinks so.

The city gate opened at this moment.

Main city of Rome.

In the Pantheon, Romulus, sitting on a high seat, suddenly opened his eyes.

"presumptuous!"

A sound of anger reverberated like thunder.

Inside the city of Rome.The situation is changing.

Great Qin Army,

In a blink of an eye, soldiers are approaching the city!

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Chapter 42 The Final Chapter of the Myth

Break through Rome's frontiers.

This is the most important step in the first battle of Qin Jun Tianzheng.

It integrated the power of the two powerful empires in the East and the West, and centered on it, it spread to Egypt, Babylon and other places in the south.

In later generations, countless people have guessed the tragedy of that battle, how many people were sacrificed, and how many cities were destroyed.

The collision of two huge and powerful civilizations long ago is bound to shake the world.

But actually--