When the imperial fleet was sailing on the vast sea, the Persians really had nothing to do with them. Even if the king of kings did not hesitate to spend his money, relying on the sky advantage brought by the blue scale evil dragon and flying devil, with this huge fleet In a duel, it is also difficult for a group of legends, and a large number of Greek fire, scorpion crossbow and other heavy weapons to occupy too much advantage, and it is even difficult to stop the opponent's retreat.

In the previous night attack, Da Muhu took advantage of the time and place, and in the end he was almost wiped out in front of the overwhelming advantage of the enemy ship.

Therefore, the King of Kings set up a trap on this chessboard that determines the future of the world. He deliberately built a huge dock in the bay in the northeast corner of the Mediterranean Sea and ordered the slaves to stay here day and night. Build ships.

Movements of this scale naturally cannot hide from the empire’s scouts. The fleet rushed directly to this nameless port, using fiery flames to turn everything within sight into pitch-black ashes-but here is a land surrounded on three sides, one Facing the sea in the bay, on both sides of the strait, the Persian scouts who had been waiting for a long time immediately reported to the King of Kings.

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In the city of Tarsus, King Isière I released his true power, with a total of 10,000 steel golems, and forcibly suppressed all fanatical and malicious insurgents in the city, regardless of whether the opponent was a Roman spy or just a heart. Dissatisfied demons will be killed on the spot.

Although all executions may involve the innocent, the nineteenth smash will definitely miss the net.

Riding the saintly cavalry of the burning nightmare, holding high the golden banner of the Sphinx, galloping across the streets, leaving behind the flames of **** on the gravel road! Arranged neatly, the heart-palpiting fiery spears are like super-long spear arrays on horsebacks, burning the evil flames of the devil in the air.

The King of Kings only took an hour to make the entire city tremble in front of his absolute power. All the generals also gathered in front of his king flag, and squatted respectfully to the ground.

"I know that everyone is desperate. Sulena is defeated! The Blood Axe Orcs are defeated! Ten legions are ready to copy our back road and trap us in Cilicia! The Romans will trap us alive and die. Here!"

The King of Kings, with the arrogance of looking at the world, stood in front of the generals. His whole body exuded a suffocating terrorist killing intent, like a heavy sea, oppressing everyone’s hearts and waists. .

"Now, you have two paths. First, go back to your hometown in disgrace and tell your wife, children, and children! Tell your neighbours: You have abandoned the King of Kings! You have abandoned your promises! You have abandoned Isi Ai Everything that I have struggled for in order to rejuvenate the empire!!!"

The gods of the gods humiliated his generals, trying to get them out of the ocean of fear and rekindling the boundless anger in their hearts.

"Second: Continue to fight with me. We may die on the road of pursuing our dreams. In the vast war, like an inconspicuous green leaf, in a flash, it will be burned to the sky by the flames of war, even the corpse. Restless, the head was chopped off by the Romans and put on a spear. As a signpost, the roads of Asia Minor were densely covered, demonstrating the victory of the elves-but if you win, you will get money and money that you have never had before. Status! Everyone, will be remembered by history!"

"His Majesty--"

A general who was sweating coldly under the pressure of the King of Kings, tremblingly raised his head.

"We are willing to follow you, but can you not hide from your servants? If you have any plans, don't hide them, please speak out and let us rest assured."

Isi Ai didn't say a word, above the lush black beard, under the golden helmet of jewels, a pair of scarlet devil eyes, scanning all the generals, to see if there are any idiots, they will really leave him.

"We are in a race against time now. The scout has sent the news back-the Twelfth Thunder Legion, the Thirtieth Urpius Legion, has fallen into a trap, like a turtle in the urn, I will send it over and personally make it happen. Their destruction."

"But even if the other party is in a closed bay, we don't have enough sea power to block the strait?"

The second general also raised his head questioningly.

"Who said we didn't?"

The King of Kings gave an arrogant smile. It was his own military plan that was held back to the last second before it was revealed to the generals at the bottom, which protected the military secrets of Sasanian Persian to the greatest extent.

"First, I order you to gather all the brave and fighting Persian athletes, in front of the steel cage, in the westernmost part of the Chiriqia province to gather and stand by!

Second, I order all the vassal armies to guard every fortress and every stronghold in Cilicia. The ten armies in the east cannot be easily passed through. All the vassal cavalry will spare no effort to destroy and harass the blessing. Grim's logistics supplies did their best to stop the advancement of that phoenix!

Third, now, all spellcasters are teleporting to the battlefield with me. We must destroy this fleet at the fastest speed, regain the crown of Cyrus the Great, and then teleport back to the battlefield on the Western Front—this is mine Strategic deployment. "

The generals present were all elites of Sassanid Persian. They instantly understood the strategy of the King of Kings. The vassals used their lives as a price to delay the marching speed of Forgrim. Then, the King of Kings will gather the most of the entire empire. The top military force directly impacted Peturabo's steel cage.

This is indeed a game against time, and the steel cage will indeed be a lot weaker in the absence of two legions. If one can penetrate the forty kilometers wide, trenches, fences, and terrible barriers that reach the horizon before the ten legions of Forgrim arrive, then it is the Third Persian Empire. Victory.

On the contrary, if his own warriors and iron horses stop in front of the steel cage, Phoenician's phoenix will come from the east with an army of revenge, burning the land of Cilicia! Under the attack from both sides, the blood and corpses of all people will nourish the rural land of Asia Minor.

However, this probability is not high. The blood axe tribe of Sulena has already begun to regroup, marching toward Asia Minor, 30,000 green-skinned iron knights, and regrouping, the pace of 30,000 goblin wolf riders has made Shahai do it. Trembling-the **** Lord of the Third Legion, maybe before he penetrates Cilicia, he will be hit by the vassal army and the green-skinned orcs, and the entire army will be wiped out.

Thinking of this, the generals trembled with excitement. The panic, fear, and the past swept away. They loudly admired the wise and martial arts of the King of Kings, and rekindled their confidence and courage to fight!

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Egypt Sinai

As time passed slightly forward, an unusually large war fleet sailed out of the Persian Gulf with great vigor. The densely packed stern ships, packed with the entire blue ocean, countless golden sails fluttering in the wind, and The Sassanian flag embroidered with a sphinx almost obscured the sky overhead, sailing around the Arabian Peninsula and heading for the Red Sea.

In the end, this huge war fleet arrived at the end of the Red Sea. Many demons, across the Sinai Peninsula, the narrow ground, and the violent dust storm, facing the northern Mediterranean, they can only look at the ocean and sigh. .

"If one day, we can dig a canal in this ghost place that can be used by warships to connect the Red Sea and the Mediterranean, then the fleet of the Persian Empire will be able to penetrate the hearts of the Romans!"

A half-devil with scarlet skin and golden scales sighed and stopped his unrealistic delusions.

"You came on time."

Suddenly, tall lacquered black shadows appeared from the hustle and bustle of the yellow sand, and the dust in the sky slowly stopped and dissipated because of their appearance.

These tall humanoid creatures, dressed in pitch-black robes and a midnight hood, float in the air like a ghost, forming a neat and orderly square, moving slowly forward, dark shadows, Covering most of their faces, there are only four damp, twisted abominable tentacles, protruding out of the shadow of the hood, floating in the air in the wind.

The Teflins frowned, even if they formed allies, they still had a fear of these neighbors living underground-look at their looks! Like some cunning mollusk in the deep sea, inside the four beard-like tentacles, there is a circular mouthpart with fangs and sharp teeth hidden. Such profane appearances will only appear in the deepest nightmare of a half-devil child. Place.

The ghost suckers, also in the shadow of the hood, squinted their eyes with dissatisfaction. The appearance of these surface neighbors is really weird to the extreme. The skin is scarlet and dazzling like blood, the pupils burning the flames of hell, and the two slender heads on top The twisted devil's horns look really evil and hateful. And the goat's hooves and tail...It's really weird to the extreme.

"This is what you want, I mean, the lord of the spirit sucker."

Captain Teflin swallowed and ordered the boat to dock on the shore. A large number of half-human and half-devil sailors were struggling to move the corpses of their compatriots-no, they were not corpses, they still kept their breath and heartbeat, but Like a vegetative, he collapsed on the ground, motionless.

The spirit suckers wandered over curiously and began to inspect the goods. The four slender and twisted tentacles are as flexible as human hands, rubbing the blood-red face of Teflin, the tips of their tentacles, and even creeping themselves wet. The body quietly penetrated into their mouths, nostrils, auricles, and even the gap between the eyeballs and eye sockets. The viscous sound of flesh and tentacles rubbing against each other is creepy.

"The King of Kings is here. On behalf of my master, I have sent you 10,000 strong Teflin prisoners. Now, you have fulfilled your promise."

Captain Sassan swallowed. Faced with such an evil and abominable scene, pretend to be calm.

"If you allow me, I would like to ask, these ten thousand people, their souls? Pulling out the soul can keep the body and brain fresh... I mean the state of being alive, it's incredible."

A spirit sucker raised his head curiously, his slender tentacles, wrapped in a small piece of pale yellow sticky solid, also pulled away from the opponent's eye.

"You don't need to care about this. As far as I know, you multiply, no, nurture, no... In short, you don't need a soul. Please fulfill your promise, we are pressed for time."

The leading spirit suckers nodded, and they began to chant profane mantras, terrifying sound waves, gushing out of the round sharp mouthparts, raising the four twisted tentacles high! Masses of terrible mist floated from the boiling sea, and gradually enveloped the exterior of the Persian warships, and became more dense.

It didn't take long for the crew to stretch out their palms in horror—the white mist mixed with magnificent arcane arts was so dense that it made people unable to reach out.