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Chapter 675 For Rome's sake, let's give our brother a hand.

Seeing that one bronze giant had been successfully destroyed, the two gods in mid-air did not hesitate at all, transforming into two streaks of light, one gold and one black, to meet the remaining two.

As the distance closed and the sky continued to explode with fire, the Roman scholars watching from behind finally got a clear look at the two uninvited guests.

One of them wore Indian-style armor woven with deep purple and gold, the hem of which was adorned with lotus patterns. His skin was as dark as sandalwood, and his long silver hair was tied up with a jeweled chain. A red emblem resembling a third eye was inlaid on his forehead. His amethyst-like eyes held both divine indifference and the ripples of human struggle. He held a bow of light inscribed with Sanskrit characters; when the bowstring was plucked, it created ripples of blue-gold, and the arrows transformed into beams of light like shooting stars.

"Gandiba?"

The scholars deciphered the Sanskrit inscriptions on the bow, and their expressions changed slightly.

The divine bow Gandiba was forged by Brahma, the Indian creator god.

Legend has it that it has a hundred concave dots and a thousand golden bends. It is larger than any weapon and can destroy enemy armies. It can be used as a thousand bows and can expand a country. It is painted in various colors, beautiful and undamaged. It is often worshipped by gods, tanvas, and kandavatara.

Initially, Brahma himself possessed it for a thousand years, Indra, the king of the gods, possessed it for eighty-five years, King Soma possessed it for five hundred years, and Varuna, the sea god, possessed it for one hundred years. Later, Agni, the god of fire, obtained the divine bow from the sea god and gifted it to a hero of divine blood as a weapon.

This divine blood hero is named "Arjuna," which means "white," "silver," and "pure." Because of his dark skin, he is also known as the "Black Prince."

According to the epic, King Pandavas, ruler of the Kauravas, was cursed by a sage and would die after engaging in sexual intercourse. Therefore, Pandavas' queen, Kunti, proposed using a fertility spell she had received in her youth to invoke the gods to ensure the king's continuation of the family line. The king desired a son of exceptional martial prowess and great achievements, so he asked his wife to use the spell to summon Indra, the king of the gods. Their son, Arjuna, was born.

In fact, this was not the first time Queen Gunti had used a fertility spell. Before marrying King Panda, she had used the spell to summon the sun god Surya, and after mating with him, she gave birth to the divine son Karna, who was the silver-haired youth who had been suppressed by the three bronze giants.

Because of the fusion between the gods, Persia and India formed an alliance.

Arjuna and Karna, half-brothers, were commissioned by King Panda to jointly escort a fleet of Vimana light boats to the Persian army and to perform some work for Darius III.

I originally thought that Karna alone would be able to handle this level of conflict among mortals, even if some unexpected things happened.

Unexpectedly, these Romans were so powerful that they not only won a classic battle against overwhelming odds, but also suppressed Karna with strange metal artifacts.

Therefore, he and another Persian hero had to step in to reverse the tide.

Arjuna slightly shifted his gaze to one side.

In mid-air, the mysterious Persian hero had coarse, black hair stained with bronze rust, with several braids adorned with animal bone ornaments hanging down his forehead, and desert sand and dried blood clots often stuck in the hair.

His right arm, cursed by the dragon-slaying spirit, had transformed into a dragon, sprouting bluish-green scales, while his left torso retained the robust silhouette of a human warrior. His bronze skin was covered with crisscrossing old scars, and where his heart lay, a twisted, root-like network of blood vessels protruded from where half a dragon's tooth was embedded. His muscles resembled bronze-forged war totems, and his joints were calloused with dark red calluses from years of battle.

A golden divine pattern in the shape of an eagle spreading its wings is branded on the collarbone, shining brightly as the blood surges, inspiring an urge to worship.

“Garsab…”

Arjuna murmured the true name of the Persian hero, a hint of apprehension in his gaze.

Galshasb, the greatest hero in Persian mythology, the eternal immortal, the originator and supreme commander of the Persian Immortals.

Its martial prowess is unparalleled, it is tireless, sleepless day and night, and always vigilant. It is the third host of the Kaiyang Aura that has transformed into an eagle.

His father, Atalt, was the third person to make humm. As a blessing, he had two sons, the elder brother Urwahshaya, the judge, and the younger brother Galshasb, the hero. The Persians believed they were descendants of the wise King Jamshid.

Galshasb indeed lived up to his bloodline, completing numerous divine trials with his formidable strength:

First, kill the One-Horned Demon Dragon. This monster was as huge as a mountain, its body covered in pus, its tail could fill a river, its breath could blacken the sun, and when it bit, there would be wind and thunder. The yellow venom it spewed was higher than a spear, and it had devoured countless people and animals. Galshasbu was awakened by it while cooking on its back. After dodging its attacks, he spent half a day running to its head and weakened it by shooting three arrows into its brain, eyes, and teeth respectively. Then he killed it with a spiked club.

Secondly, they vanquished the giant monster Gandharph, nicknamed "Golden Heels." This monster lived in the sea, where the water only reached its knees when it stood up. Its head was as tall as the sun, and its enormous mouth could swallow the territory of twelve provinces. It was said to ride the heavens as its chariot and the earth as its wheels, and even the gods of good and evil were only fit to be its horses. It killed many heroes, but Galshasb was blessed after offering sacrifices to the Persian gods and then slew it on the banks of a river.

Third, he killed the giant bird named "Carmack". This strange bird used its wings, which blotted out the sky, to block out the rain and dump all the water into the Farah Kart River, causing a drought. Galshasb shot arrows at it for seven days and seven nights, causing it to fall.

After that, he killed seven giant bandits, subdued the desert wind monster Viawan, and performed other miraculous feats.

However, due to his excessive arrogance, he extinguished the sacred fire, lost the protection of the divine light, and was trapped by a nightmare cast by a banshee. He slept in the Zabustan plains, and his soul was cast into hell. Through his own repentance and the joint pleas of humans, gods, and animals, he was given the mission of saving the world. During the waiting period, he was protected by 99,999 holy spirits and slept eternally.

Later, the Persian dragon Azdahaka broke free of its seal. After devouring a third of the world, it was finally slain by the resurrected Galshasb. Galshasb saved the remaining two-thirds of the world and was thus able to enter Paradise.

Based on all these miraculous feats, he can be considered the strongest among the Persian people, the hero-king of the Persian Age of Gods.

His status was similar to that of Heracles in the Greek pantheon and Gilgamesh in the Babylonian pantheon.

The corresponding figure in the Indian pantheon is a human hero in the epic Ramayana, who is the reincarnation of the guardian god Rama. Karna and Arjuna in the Mahabharata are both inferior to this Garshasbu.

(If we were to make a comparison, Karna and Arjuna's status is similar to that of Achilles and Hector in the Greek epic poem Iliad, while the legends and feats of Galshasb clearly have a similar feel to the twelve trials of Heracles.)
During his time with the Persian army, Arjuna was not convinced by this comparison and even fought against the "immortal" from Persian mythology.

However, he lost nine out of ten matches, and only when he and his brother Karna joined forces could they defeat their opponent.

In short, this is a rather formidable opponent.

At that very moment, the Roman scholars deciphered the true name of the Persian hero from Arjuna's lip movements, and their hearts were instantly filled with gloom.

Karna and Arjuna, two great epic heroes of India;

Galshasb, a figure in Persian mythology comparable to Heracles;

Unexpectedly, a Persian vanguard scout actually had three royal flushes hidden in their ranks. This is a huge problem!
Almost instantly, the scholars calculated the only answer:
Retreat immediately!

Otherwise, everyone will die here!

However, the Persians, forced to reveal their last trump card, were clearly not going to give the Romans that chance.

"O Thunder of Indra, you give life to the virtuous and punish the wicked; this is the cycle of creation and destruction—the wrath of Indra!"

Arjuna drew his divine bow, Gandiba, and the arrows of light, formed from purple lightning, burst forth with dazzling flashes of light in the raging wind.

As the bowstring loosened, the heavens and earth trembled with a deafening roar, mountains collapsed in the thunderstorm, and clouds were torn to shreds by electric currents. A barrage of lightning, formed from the divine power of the Hindu god, shot forward, instantly shattering the second bronze giant.

Arjuna!

Arjuna!

Arjuna!

The Indian soldiers, piloting the Vimana light boat, shouted excitedly, cheering for their prince, their hero.

Similarly, Galshasb, the hero-king of the Persian Age of Gods, was not to be outdone:
"Lord of Light! Father of All Flames! Praiseworthy One! To conquer the enemies of this world, grant the strongest gods and men the light of a thousand blades!"

Amidst the solemn chanting, a golden greatsword appeared in his hand, dancing in an arc, its runes flashing, resembling a golden sun hanging high in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, golden swords that had been fused and split apart took shape from the body. At the command, they rained down like a storm, riddling the third bronze giant with holes and melting it into slag with intense heat.

Upon seeing this, the Persians erupted in even louder cheers.

damn it!
Cursing under his breath, Caesar led the remaining Blood Guard out of their cover and rejoined the unprotected group of scholars:
"Come on!"

At this point, Rome had lost all chances of turning the tide. Their only hope was to withdraw from the battlefield while Arjuna and Galshasbu were busy dealing with the bronze giants and other Atlantean vanguard.

The cavalrymen also realized this and quickly rescued the seriously injured Alexander, rushing to join Caesar.

The three forces supported each other and relied on one another, withdrawing in an orderly manner towards the periphery of the battlefield.

However, in focusing their attention on what was ahead, they overlooked another threat.

"boom!"

A golden-red figure burst forth from the scorching lava, blocking the path of the Roman army.

Alexander and Caesar's expressions changed drastically upon seeing the distinctive sun-shaped divine emblem on the young man's chest.

"Sorry, you have to stay."

Karna flicked away the solidified magma shells from his body, his expression as calm as ever.

As the son of the sun god Surya, he has a natural affinity for fire and a strong resistance to it.

Therefore, killing him with light and heat is an extremely difficult task.

"Let this be our farewell, gentlemen."

Karna slowly raised the sun-wheel spear in his hand, and the scorching flames that burned through flesh, dried up blood, and scorched armor and bones poured down like a golden-red river.

Caesar channeled his remaining divine power, frantically resisting the sun's might. At the same time, he lightly grazed the charred shield with his spear, strode forward, straightened his back, and roared with all his might: "Eurynome of order and chaos, build walls of flesh and blood, unite the will of the people! This body is Rome, the world is Rome!"

The Roman soldiers, their eyes resolute, stood back to back, offering their flesh and blood as a sacrifice, raising their shields to build an iron wall to defend Rome.

Boom boom boom!

Thousands of flaming spears rained down like meteors, and tens of thousands of shields shattered one after another with the light and shadow gathered by divine will. The Roman soldiers behind them, who had concentrated their will on this place, also collapsed to the ground, spitting blood as the light and shadow dissipated.

Bang bang bang!

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the Roman soldiers below were ignited by the flames and turned to ashes in agonizing agony.

But in the end, the Roman shields, at the cost of collective injury, managed to block the attack from the gods.

"Boom!"

The deflected beams of fiery light shot towards the sea, creating waves nearly a hundred meters high and sending up plumes of steam.

Karna slowly lowered himself, looking directly at the swaying Roman soldiers before him, a rare hint of respect and seriousness appearing in his amber eyes:
"You have done a remarkable job of blocking a divine blow with human will. Gentlemen, as soldiers, you have done your best, fulfilling your duties and this land. So surrender. This is not a humiliating defeat, but an honorable exit. I will persuade Darius III to grant you the honor due to heroes."

Caesar wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and burst into laughter:
"Soldiers! Tell him your answer!"

At the same time, staggering figures, dragging their wounded bodies, gathered here, proudly banging their shields and collectively issuing a mocking declaration:

"Come and take it if you dare!"

"Come and take it if you dare!"

"Come and take it if you dare!"

One after another, warriors rose from behind the ruins, rubble, and deep pits, stepping over the corpses and broken swords of their comrades on the ground, and gathered forward.

They laughed heartily and unrestrainedly, venting their emotions to the fullest, puffing out their chests, and joining in the shouting.

Since there is no way to retreat, then let's fight!

For beneath our feet lies Rome, and behind us lies glory!
"By the God of War Mars, our resolve is forged here, and ignites here!"

Caesar roared, his chest trembling, and the divine blood within him burned wildly.

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

Almost simultaneously, all the Roman soldiers behind him stood up with their shields raised, their blood boiling, and aimed their spears at the golden sun burning brightly in the sky. The subtle tension between them resonated and fused together, forging a forest of steel spears that burned with the flames of aggression.

To live is to have life burning brightly at every moment.

The body of God
Human blood.

Until the very last moment of the battle, no one knows which ember will ultimately emit the most dazzling light and heat.

"Very well, now that you have made your choice, there is no need for mercy or condemnation on the battlefield. Your courage deserves my full strength as a farewell gift. Foreign warriors, further words are useless; bid farewell to this world from this day forward!"

Karna held a spear adorned with a sun wheel, which slowly unfurled metal bone spikes, frantically drawing in magical energy from the surrounding area.

"Having witnessed the mercy of the King of Gods, annihilation was achieved through this very strike. My father, Surya, seeing this as a warning, descended upon the world with divine might and burned everything to ashes!"

Under the solemn divine pronouncement, the power of the sun god Surya, the skill of the creator god Brahma, and the divine spear of the god Indra, together converged into an invincible torrent of flames, delivering a devastating blow to the crumbling, weak defenses!
In an instant, the thousands of spears hurled by the Roman soldiers were melted into molten iron, and the heat that consumed everything penetrated the scholars' weak magical defenses, pouring down on their fragile lives.

At the critical moment, a solemn chant drifted from the distant horizon:

"All things, all things, converge in my gun—Rome was born from my gun!"

In an instant, a vibrant green burst forth from the earth before the Romans, its branches and leaves gathering countless strands of blood-like energy to form a prosperous fortress that divided the space, keeping out the raging torrents of flames from the sky.

The people of Rome looked excited.

Because the fortress looked exactly like the Rome they remembered.

Legend has it that Rome originated from a dead branch that grew into a tree that created the nation, and a section of the tree trunk that was used to make another spear that created the nation.

Currently, there is probably only one hero who can perform such a miracle.

The Roman soldiers all looked back.

A man clad in golden armor, wielding a long spear shaped like a withered branch, with a burly physique and imposing features, strode towards them.
—Romulus, the progenitor of the gods!
The soldiers cheered in unison, their faces filled with undisguised fervor.

Master!

Karna sensed the surging divine intent emanating from the newcomer and decisively raised his divine power to its limit:

"Burning mountains and boiling seas, unprecedented and unparalleled—O sun, submit to death!"

The intense heat and divine power swept in, causing the ground to crack and crumble, and the sacred tree that sheltered the Roman soldiers let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

Seeing this, Romulus immediately teleported to the front of the battle formation, grasped the trunk of the divine tree, and caused it to reveal its true form as the Spear of Creation. He frantically gathered and extracted the spiritual energy of the Roman world from the earth's veins, solemnly chanting:

"I am Rome, the world is Rome! The stars of heaven bless this place, the eternal kingdom descends upon this place. My love encompasses all things! My spear reaches all things! Our arms open up everything—to the heavens!"

A massive golden halo spread and rippled, while long, golden-red, spear-shaped beams of light shot toward Karna in mid-air, gradually engulfing the flames of the son of the sun god.

Worse!

Karna was no match for that man!

Arjuna and Galshasb's expressions changed drastically. They disregarded clearing the Atlantean mechs from the battlefield and rushed forward to support their teammates who were falling behind.

However, before they even arrived at the scene, a solemn divine incantation echoed in their ears:

"Gods above, my spear is indestructible, unbreakable, and unbending; it pierces through everything!"

On the horizon, a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a decadent demeanor struggled to throw a javelin forward.

The divine power emanating from the spear tip was enough to easily destroy six ancient city walls reinforced with defensive spells.

With a deafening roar, Arjuna crashed into the Persian camp like a falling meteor.

At the same time, a blonde girl with dragon horns and dressed in a gorgeous gown took out a large golden goblet adorned with jewels from a magic circle. As she poured the divine liquid from the goblet onto the ground, she began to chant:
"The golden cup overflows here;"

My skyscrapers will be built here;
My theater opens here;
This is the temple of God, this is the gate of heaven;
Seven seals were unveiled, and seven trumpets were sounded;
Seven mounds of temples, engraved with your name!

Under the resounding divine pronouncements, specks of light drifted from the sea, the land, the sky, the mountains, and even from the bones of the fallen Romans, converging into ten thousand visible golden ribbons that formed a magnificent and extravagant golden theater on the spot.

Seven ferocious red dragon heads emerged from seven directions of the theater, simultaneously opening their enormous mouths and spewing scorching torrents that could incinerate everything onto the "audience" trapped inside.

"Witness, your revelation!"

The blonde girl laughed loudly, tossing aside the empty golden cup in her hand. Then, she drew her conductor's baton from the magic circle—a crimson greatsword engraved with Latin script—and charged towards her own stage, her own battlefield.

Hector the Builder?
Emperor Nero?

These two are here too!

So……

Alexander and Caesar seemed to sense something, and looked up at the horizon on both sides.
At the same time, thunder rumbled across the ground.

Two fully armed Roman legions, led by two Roman generals, swept across the cratered battlefield and cut the unsuspecting Persian army in half with a pincer movement.

It's Pompey and Octavian!
The two men exchanged a glance, simultaneously spitting out blood and frothing at the mouth, and drew their swords, roaring angrily:
"All troops, charge! Take down these Persians!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

Upon seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the Roman soldiers cheered and charged towards the routed Persian army like tigers descending from the mountain.

(End of this chapter)