It didn't wait for the brief dawn to pass, just a charge, and the main city led by Marquis Effari was trapped in the fierce offensive of tens of thousands of religious soldiers of Wuli.

At this time, Zhang Lisheng had already flew from the efalli kingdom, and came to the main city of another prominent Roman aristocrat hundreds of kilometers away. Using the "leather world" as a medium, he will be another stubborn stone in the Wuli world. The barbarian army on the plateau was transported to the land of'Roman'.

In this way, the scene of the Marquis of Efari began to be staged again and again. In just four or five days, hundreds of noble territories in the central and northern parts of the Roman continent were already in flames.

And when this bad news reached the ears of the Roman lords who were in the frontline noble coalition, although they sealed the news to maintain the morale of the coalition, the atmosphere of the camp was originally rejoicing, but it gradually turned back inexplicably. …

In the evening of the twentieth day of the battle between the Mausoleum of the Wuli Gods and the Allied Army of Lord Roman, it had advanced to a huge camp outside the main camp of the Allied forces in the Ajit Plain 150 kilometers away from the Oslo River.

Just led the army to win a small victory, the tall and burly Olympic! Top! Point! The novel King Steve jumped off the mount and pulled apart the black and red cloak soaked in sweat that had been soaked in the hair, even The removed helmet was thrown **** the ground together.

"Congratulations on your glorious victory, my king." While the warriors holding axe guarding the sides of the tent lifted their tents, several servants wearing bare leather and leather pants walked quickly Running to Lord Oster, he respectfully picked up the cloak and helmet on the ground. The middle-aged man, who looks like a leader, wiped the helmet carefully with his sleeve and said.

"Victory, hum, victory..." Hearing the servant's congratulations, a bitter smile appeared in the corner of King Oster's mouth, and he looked down at the servant leader next to him with a terrifying eye, and said nothing more. Striding forward, walked straight into the tent.

As the ruler of one of the most powerful and powerful lords of the Roman domain, one of the most powerful and powerful. The decoration and decoration of the tent of Lord Oster. It completely deviates from the simple, rough style of the Romance world, which is gorgeous.

However, after the curtain was lowered, the Roman King did not have the kind of fierce battle to return to his comfortable residence. A relaxed expression that relaxes the spirit. Instead, his footsteps became staggered and a complicated pattern was carved around him. Sit down in front of a wooden chair covered with supple long fur.

He directly picked up a clay pot filled with milk wine on the table beside him, and sipped his sorrow with a sad face.

The jar was two cubits tall, and the full drink was swallowed up by King Oster. After putting down the clay pot, he let out a long sigh of relief and murmured without any relief in his face, "Doesn't there even have a chance, does it really have no chance!"

'Roman','Roman', Oster, Oster, where is your future..." The voice did not fall, the curtain was lifted again, a man in a red robe and a thin chin on his chin The old man with a long beard walked into the tent.

"Master Ai Geffent, you are back," the angry, murderous, muddy, confused, drunk and confused eyes looked at the person. After seeing the old man's face, King Auster's pupils shrank and his eyes widened. The drowsiness suddenly dissipated, and he lowered his voice and asked anxiously, "What's the situation with the territory behind?"

"I'm afraid the situation behind is much worse than you think, my king." The old man's wise face flashed with pain, and wandered to the lord he served, bowing and saluting: "Because of the need to mobilize the large army to gather, plus the lords and adults to disseminate the beliefs of the gods of the outside world in their own territory, the warnings made in private.

The strength of Wu Li God and the news that he liberated slaves and established theocracy at the southern end of the mainland have long been known to slaves and civilians in the central and northern parts of the mainland.

Therefore, when the Wuli religious army lied that it had defeated the coalition of the lords and captured the lords of the rear one by one, it was easy to establish a ruling order.

Now in the central and northern parts of the mainland, even some defenders who have not been attacked by Lord Wu Li’s army at all, and believe the news that the lord coalition has been defeated, they began to desperately slaughter slaves and civilians, wanting to make Wu Li religious Even if the army won nothing, it triggered a slave uprising, and the situation has rotted to a terrible point.

Unless the coalition forces can maintain at least 70% to 80% of the troops, they can defeat the Wuli religious army at the northern end of the mainland in three to five days, and then return to the rear of the army to suppress..."

"Three or five days, seven or eighty percent of the troops, are you talking about dreams again, Master Aegfente," King Oster suddenly opened his mouth to interrupt the old man next to him, and said with a sullen face: "The current situation Although the coalition forces had the upper hand, Wu Lishen’s army was not without resistance, and it was possible to hold each other for more than ten days.

What do you think will happen in this situation? "

"It doesn't take more than ten days, my king," the short-bearded old man sighed and secretly said his judgment. "I estimate that there will be another eight or nine days at the longest, and Wuli sacrifices can be gathered in the north and middle of the mainland. A large army of slaves started to attack the coalition of lords together with the Wuli army at the southern end, by then..."

"By that time, the Alliance of Lord Romans, who lost their territorial support and looked like rootless grass, was a ripe berry. Even if no one picked it, they would fall to the ground by themselves and fall into a mud." Oster gritted his teeth and said After the old man hadn't finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and then slumped on the wooden chair. The tent suddenly fell into a silence.

Time passed quietly, I don’t know how long, King Oster finally sighed like he finally came back to life, slowly raised his head, looking at the great wise man in his own territory, a desperate and decisive expression on his face, hoarse voice Said: "Master Ai Gefente, it seems that now we can only play one step...", struggling to stand up and walk out of the camp.

"Yes, my king, there is only one step." Hearing the lord's words, the tense old man's tight expression seemed to be completely relaxed, and it was like the sorrow was extremely extreme, the difficult response, followed closely by King Oster The pace of walking out of the tent.

That night, Lord Oster suddenly summoned his generals to discuss, hanged half of those who did not want to obey his will, and assembled the army of the territory, and suddenly attacked the friendly troops stationed in the adjacent camp, except for'Rorian' and'Efari 'In addition to the resistance of the two-leading troops, the remaining dozens of Roman garrisons were easily broken.

After killing hundreds of thousands of elite Roman warriors who quickly looted, King Oster fled to the Wuli deity camp at night and announced his abandonment of the kingship and conversion to the true god.

As a result of the campaign, the morality of the Roman Lord’s Allied Forces, which had already prevailed on the battlefield, fell to the bottom of the valley overnight. Later, as the Roman nobles could no longer be conservative, hundreds of territories in the north and middle of the mainland behind the front line had been different. The gods of the world captured the secret, and the entire coalition was defeated in just a few days.

In the end, millions of heroic Roman warriors were charged with a decisive charge, accompanied by the old era that was about to come to an end, and were buried in the iron and blood of the army of the gods of Wu Li.

After conquering the continent that is the birthplace of the'Roman' native civilization, which is also the largest, most populous, and most powerful continent, the Wu Li army was slightly prepared, and it was like a broken bamboo that would have completely lost the rest of the Roman world that resisted self-confidence. Rost, Rogerman, Robbenya and other five continents, all captured by hundreds of large islands.

The time it took was much faster than the ideal result Zhang Lisheng imagined, and I have to be surprised at the importance of the word ‘confidence’ to the war.

After spreading the light of faith throughout the Romance world, the Wuli deity divided the second'world' that he conquered into more than a dozen parishes, and the government completely imitated the "Wuli world" theocracy, and then left the military After the order of recruitment and training, he quietly returned to the earth that had been away for half a year.

It takes six months to conquer a ‘world’, and the ending is naturally perfect, but the difficult process has already consumed all the belief power, wisdom, and energy accumulated by the Wuli gods.

The deity in reality is not God’s omnipotent omnipotence in the Bible. Both power and wisdom have their limits. After relaxing, Zhang Lisheng began to circle around the border of the Roman world in the Amazon jungle while paying attention to Atlanti Did the Sri Lankans discover the changes in the'Roman' era;

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The four seasons alternate, the time flows, and it is already midsummer time unconsciously. Affected by a different world, the Amazon jungle whose climate has become unpredictable has returned to the previous vague weather, and the air has become wet and sticky again.

In the middle of the day, the weather was hot and hot. On the sparsely populated street where the Atuzao capital of Trussu, a small country at the northern end of the "Amazon", intersects with the original jungle, no one noticed a full-faced beard, a sturdy body, and a height of about one hundred Eighty centimeters, young people with long black hair walked out of the forest, stepped on the wet muddy ground, and embarked on the road paved by cement.

Half the door opened along the street, half of the closed shops walked for a long time, and turned into a sloping alley. The dark-haired young man seemed to feel that the undershirt on his body was covered with warm water vapor, and it became a bit heavy. The hand lifted the placket fan, and then wiped off the sweat on the head, pretending to look forward through the alley through the pergola, and set foot on the city's most prosperous main road.

Suddenly, one or two inches from the street, flying in the sky, with bright red hair, snow-white skin, slender limbs, delicate facial features, beautiful Atlantis and down-to-earth, dark skin, short stature, big nose lips Thick, Amazon-like natives who look like monkeys, the bizarre scenes of interlacing traveled into his eyes. (To be continued...)