Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"What happened to the Thirtieth Army? How did their battleships burn up one after another?"

"Why are those half magicians and the Devil Legion rushing towards us? What is the acting commander of Quintuchus doing! What is the Victory Urpius Legion doing?! "

One by one, the generals and centurions who belonged to the Twelfth Army, watched more and more Teflin and the devil around them, clenched their weapons, and let out a desperate roar.

Huge warships fell one after another, embroidered with thunder patterns and XII sacred eagle flags, burning in the flames of hell.

After Quintuchus sent all the officers of his army out of the battlefield, half of the expeditionary fleet was completely out of control, and the organizational discipline instantly collapsed and disintegrated. Thousands of soldiers who were waiting for death on the ship and waited by the devil, either, they were torn into scarlet fragments by the devil's fangs and claws at the last moment of the **** battle for the empire, or they stood in the dark and sticky Greece In the fire, with a sorrowful smile, he took out the flint and iron pieces that made the fire.

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Thousands of demons uttered a terrible laugh, and the Sasanian battleship in the distance kept throwing huge rocks burning with flames! The evil fire barrage covering the sky and the sun almost obscured the entire twisted sky.

Just when the Twelfth Thunder Legion fell into despair, the decisive battle between the King of Kings and the Lord of the Legion also distinguished the victory and defeat. The bottom of the abyss suddenly flashed a bright red light, and it was accompanied by time. As time went by, it became larger and more conspicuous. In the end, it turned into a boiling sea current, spreading crazily in all directions!

"Puff!"

The King of Kings rushed out of the boiling sea in embarrassment. Breathing fresh air and scorching sea currents with big mouthfuls, gurgling down his body that condensed the power of magical powers, smashing the ripples of death on the boiling sea.

With bloodshot eyes, Isiai I landed casually on the deck of a ship, knelt to the ground in pain, the devil’s claws, clutching his ears tightly, and burst out in extreme pain. Growled in mourning.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?"

"Druid? Go find a few druids and treat your Majesty!"

"Protect Your Majesty!!!"

Some sailors hurriedly came to the side of the demons, and several nursing staff in charge of healing were also teleported to the side of the King of Kings by the mages. They hurriedly chanted the prayers of the wilderness, scarlet hands, flashing There was a bright green light full of life, but it was blocked by Yisiai I.

"I'm okay-the druid was just rough and thick, which took me too much time, hu-hu-almost died of suffocation on the bottom of the sea, then, that kid, didn't hurt me at all!

Hey, for good luck, he turned into an ordinary fish at the last moment, hiding in the boundless deep sea. "

No matter how embarrassed, Yi Siai was in front of his soldiers, holding up an invincible posture. He slowly stood up, but he felt dizzy and dizzy, as if there were tens of thousands of bees buzzing in his head. Two drips of blood flowed out of both ears.

"Your Majesty, when you rushed out of the sea, the speed was too fast. I'm afraid it will damage your ears and internal organs. Please rest first."

A Teflin soldier who was born in a fishing village on the seashore could see the current state of the King of Kings at a glance, and he kindly reminded him, but was rejected on the spot.

"I bet everything for the victory of this war. We are now in a race against time! If we can't rush, how can we have time to rest! How is the battle going? Report!"

"The Thirtieth Legion collapsed completely, and the Twelfth Legion was just lingering in the ruins. The remaining soldiers burned their ships in flames and planned to burn with the enemy's jade. Not long before, the names of the two legions, It is about to be removed from the battle sequence of the Roman Empire."

"Good job."

The King of Kings nodded with satisfaction. Just when he was going to continue to praise his subordinates, a half-devil densely covered with gold chains and pendants on the blazing red robe appeared in the twisted space. In front of everyone.

"Isn't this my great Muhu? What's the matter?"

The king of kings stood up with strong support, the golden crown of the nine demons, gleaming with dark green gloomy light, he swept away the fatigue and weakness before. The terrifying coercion once again seeped out the limbs and corpses of the gods, bringing infinite depression and terror to the soldiers around.

"The officers of the 30th Legion teleported and fled - no, it doesn't matter, the crown of the Persian Empire, that man and horse fled to the north!"

Da Muhu said anxiously.

"Please give your majesty an order to send all cavalry troops, even your elite holy meteoric cavalry, to chase and kill these guys in Cilicia! This is about your dignity and honor, and you must not neglect!"

The King of Kings rolled his eyes silently, his left hand gently patted the other's shoulder, and his right hand pointed to the top of his head: the witchcraft crown almost exactly the same as Painhurs: it is inlaid with three flawless flaws. The oval jade, two red and one green, exudes a dazzling dazzling light.

"Do you...can still tell the priorities of things?"

"Where did Fogen take his ten legions? Syria? Antioch? Or have you come to the Eastern Gate of Cilicia? It is impossible for me to take the Sasanian Persian soldiers for a mere hat. , I pay it all here! Compared to my personal dignity and glory, the safety of the entire empire is more important!!!"

The King of Kings left the field angrily, flapped a pair of huge bat wings, and came to the sky above the battlefield. At this moment, the war was almost over. The entire two legions of soldiers were trapped in the huge ship and the ice. , Under the fire and rain thrown by the trebuchet, amidst the frenzied dancing of thousands of demons, he slowly slid into the abyss of death.

Sassan Persian's plan has already achieved an initial victory.

"Brothers and sisters! Cheer for our victory! We have achieved a preliminary victory! The steel line of defense has now lost half of the fleet and two legions! The Roman Empire is in its weakest moment!"

The King of Kings raised his arms and shouted, raising the morale of the soldiers to the pinnacle.

"And I, I have prepared everything and gave my order! All the Sassanian regiments stationed in Cilicia are charged to the west at full speed! At no cost to the steel cage! We will rush to the phoenix on that end. Before, destroy the Roman army!

And that Fugen? His army will encounter great obstacles in Cilicia. My loyal servant will stick to every indestructible stone fortress, harass every supply route, and make those reinforcements trapped in the quagmire of war, unable to move. ! Until Sulena's blood axe orcs, came from behind and gave them the final blow! "

The King of Kings looked around, only to feel complacent.

Countless Roman-style double-decker sailing boats are burning with soaring anger.

Countless scarlet and dazzling sacred eagle flags turned into ashes in the flames.

Countless Legionnaires in heavy armor, or turned into a scorched corpse in the flames, the burnt metal armor, mixed with the scorched flesh and blood, turned into a pool of metal soup.

Intoxicated in the picture of death, Isi Ai I raised his hands arrogantly.

"Finally, our army will once again cross the Aegean Sea and land on the Greek peninsula. Be proud! Soldiers! Our generation will completely realize the long-cherished wish of our ancestors!!!"

The enthusiasm of all Teflin present was ignited by the impassioned words of the King of Kings. They slapped their shields with their swords and screamed hoarsely.

"The glory belongs to the King of Kings!!!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Da Mu Hu sighed. Also, time is tight, and I can't tolerate my own mischief. Your majesty is your majesty, see more long-term...

"Let Yilu Xier, lead a small team of shadow dancers to track down and assassinate the man and horse, and take the crown back to me! I give them the ability to mobilize the nearby defenders, and if they fail again, let her cut herself away. Throat!"

Tefling's highest religious leader, while admiring the decision of the King of Kings, suddenly received a magical message from the other party.

He looked up at the sky, the gods of all demons, the gods of gods, and the gods of the gods, silently rolled his eyes, turned his head to look for the shadow dancer who was playing with double knives and was beaten to the helmet by the horses Up.

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