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Chapter 81 I am Rome!
Arrows transformed from yellow, pink and blue divine lights streaked across the sky like meteors, and before anyone could react, they crashed into the tight and orderly Roman army formation.

This arrow, like piercing a piece of paper, tore and pierced the Roman heavy infantry phalanx that had resisted the archery and mangudai of 100,000 Hun cavalry and prevented the Hun cavalry from advancing an inch...

Wherever the three-colored sword passed, those powerful soldiers were instantly evaporated by the three-colored divine light, but this was only the beginning, and it was not even a complete attack. Only when the sword fell to the ground did the Huns' attack fully erupt.

It is said that when there are more than ten thousand people, there is no end in sight. When ten thousand people are fully spread out, the scale is very spectacular. This is even more so for a battle between sixty thousand and one hundred thousand. The land in front of the city of Rome was almost flattened, and the battlefield of both sides stretched for more than ten miles.

However, after the sword landed and turned into a three-color beam of light rising into the sky, the Roman legion, which had originally been well-organized and orderly with 60,000 people divided into four horizontal rows, supporting each other and helping each other, had lost one third of its troops. The adult soldier unit, which Tiberius valued the most and even relied on as the core, could now be disbanded.

With just one strike, he killed more than 20,000 people. The strength of the Hun King had surpassed the scope of human beings.

"So... is that the case?"

Tiberius showed an expression uglier than crying. He vomited a large mouthful of blood. At this moment, he knew that he had been defeated. At the same time, Rome's last hope was shattered. He could no longer save Rome, and he could only watch Rome perish.

"King of the Huns... King of the Huns!!!"

Tiberius' voice was filled with grief and pain, but the Hun king remained expressionless. She stretched out her little hand and waved it gently. The sword of the god of war that had evaporated 20,000 people turned into three-color divine light and returned to Attila's hands.

Attila said calmly: "Rome is a bad civilization!"

Attila did not take any further action, but the Roman legion had been completely discouraged. The adult soldiers in the first and second rows, who were the most elite members of the Roman legion, were almost all lost, and only one in ten strong and able-bodied soldiers remained. The only ones left were the young soldiers and light infantry hiding in the third and fourth rows.

However, these soldiers, who were already weak in combat power and experience, had been frightened to the point of losing their minds by the terrifying three-colored divine light, and no longer had the courage to continue to be enemies with the terrifying Hun king.

The Hun cavalry looked at Attila in shock and awe, shouting "May the Whip of God be above", "May the Sword of the God of War be invincible", and "May Attila bless us with victory!"
I don’t know when it started, but the Roman legions began to throw away their weapons and armor, and this time they suffered a complete defeat.

In fact, most of the dead were barbarians. The Roman legion led by Tiberius consisted of only one-tenth Romans, or less than 6,000 people. These 6,000 Romans were basically cavalry and archers, and were considered Tiberius' trump card and killer.

But even the casualties among the barbarians were enough to make Tiberius heartbroken. Moreover, the last combat-capable legion of Rome was completely lost, and Rome was only a countdown to its demise.

The Romans in the Roman legion were fine, at least they still had the belief to defend Rome, but the barbarians were completely scared crazy by the Hun king Attila. After a brief period of shocking mental blankness, they began to flee like crazy.

Some barbarian soldiers even panicked and began to attack Tiberius' central camp.

Tiberius gritted his teeth and ordered: "Kill all the barbarians who approach the center of the army, don't hold back!"

At the same time, the Hun cavalry also turned back and began to shoot and kill the Roman legion soldiers who were in a panic and had completely lost the courage to fight, just like hunting.

Now the taste is right, the Hun cavalry finally waited for the combat mode that the Huns are familiar with.

But before Attila took action, the Hun cavalry had fought a fierce battle with the Roman legions for several hours, and now they were exhausted. They were only able to continue fighting out of fear of Attila, and their killing efficiency was very low.

A few more hours passed, and finally before dark, the Hun cavalry had killed less than 10,000 Roman soldiers. In addition to the initial battle, the killing efficiency of the entire Hun cavalry was not as good as the casualties caused by Attila's arrow.

Attila ordered expressionlessly: "Withdraw the troops, regroup, and capture Rome tomorrow to destroy this evil civilization!"

After saying that, Attila retracted the cold mode of God's Whip, tilted his head in a slightly silly manner, rubbed his flat belly and complained: "I'm so hungry, I want to eat ten deer tonight..."

"Deer blood is hot, even if you are the king, you'd better not eat too much!"

"Well, then let's eat more cattle and sheep!" Attila made the decision by pounding his little fist.

Perhaps, for this Hun king, there is no essential difference between destroying Rome and what to eat in the evening.

No matter how hard Tiberius tried, in the end, after the Huns withdrew their troops, there were only a thousand people gathered around him, almost all of whom were Romans with black hair and black eyes. The barbarians ran away or died, and even the surviving barbarians refused to obey Tiberius' orders and became enemies of the Hun king.

Attila did not chase after Tiberius, who was like a stray dog, and let him make all kinds of meaningless struggles. She was now preparing barbecue for dinner.

Tiberius, however, was devastated. He took his thousand men and all the supplies he could carry, burned the remaining supplies, and asked to return to Rome, to live and die with the city.

After hearing the news, Nepos immediately lost all his fighting spirit, locked himself in the palace, ignored worldly affairs, and began to enjoy himself, as if he was determined to live one day at a time.

Orestes brought Tiberius into the city, and when he saw Tiberius, he almost didn't recognize him.

This Roman nobleman, who always dressed elegantly and adhered to a simple, traditional and elegant style, seemed to have aged by dozens of years in an instant. His originally jet-black hair turned mottled gray, and his whole body exuded an air of old age.

His clothes were tattered and his expression was dull and lifeless, completely different from the high-spirited man he was before.

Attila's arrow not only made the Roman emperor lose his fighting spirit, but also almost broke the morale of the Roman commander.

Tiberius no longer thought about how to save Rome. His only thought now was to live and die with Rome.

Orestes invited Tiberius back to his home and said, "Tiberius, I had decided to depose Nepos from Augustus and make my son Romulus the Roman emperor."

Orestes' first words were so shocking that if it had happened a day earlier, Tiberius would definitely have been furious and would have expelled him at all costs.

Of course, Orestes at that time would never say this to Tiberius, nor would he ever have such an idea.

But now, Tiberius lowered his head and did not respond. Seeing this, Orestes continued, "Nepos has lost his fighting spirit. A mediocre king like him cannot save Rome at all. I have to think of a way..."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Tiberius interrupted Orestes and said calmly, "You saw that I also failed, and it was a terrible defeat. The 60,000-man army was completely wiped out, and I only managed to gather more than a thousand people. Not to mention the barbarian soldiers, even most of the Romans in the legion had already fled."

"Augustus's behavior is understandable. The Hun king is too strong. He is so strong that he surpasses the human dimension. Rome cannot match him at all."

"...I was originally thinking whether I could make you the new Augustus of Rome." Orestes shook his head and said, "Now it seems that it is not possible. Then my son can only succeed to the throne."

Tiberius did not react excessively, and even advised rationally: "Orestes, you will fail. You should not carry out a palace coup at this time. The Romans will not recognize you."

"It doesn't matter. Since poor mediocre Nepos can't give a suitable answer, let me try instead!"

Oreste raised his head and laughed: "But I, Oreste, will always be a subject of Rome and the commander of the Roman army. I will never usurp the position that does not belong to me!"

"But I, Orestes, will continue the glory of Rome! Greatness belongs to Rome, and glory also belongs to Rome!"

Orestes was a completely Romanized barbarian. He launched a coup at this critical juncture, and in fact he had the same idea as Tiberius - he wanted to be buried with Rome.

After all, he did not launch a coup to seize the throne when Rome was at its peak, but instead chose to fight for the so-called position of Roman emperor when Rome was in danger and could perish at any time.

Everyone knows that when the city is broken, other people may have a chance of survival, but as the emperor, he will definitely die.

"Then I will wish you success here, Oreste."

Tiberius said calmly: "I haven't been back to my hometown for decades. Please let me take one last look at Rome!"

Orestes stretched out his hand and said, "Go ahead." Tiberius left. He was alone, without any soldiers around him, which made the Roman legion commander who had spent most of his life in the barracks quite uncomfortable.

There is no other reason, he just isn't used to it. After all, life in the army has become part of his blood.

As he walked, Tiberius arrived at the Roman Forum in the center of Rome.

The Roman Forum, located in the valley between the Palatine, Capitoline and Esquiline hills, has been the center of residents' travel and gathering since the city was founded.

The main venue is about 134 meters long and 63 meters wide. By the end of the Republic, the square was surrounded by temples, halls, the Senate Chamber, triumphal arches, memorial columns, etc.

During the imperial period, it was continuously expanded and renovated, and its magnificence was the best in the entire empire.

I don’t know if it is a coincidence or fate has its own reasons, but the largest part of the Imperial Forum in the Roman Forum is the Trajan Forum commemorating Trajan, one of the Five Good Emperors. During Trajan’s reign, Rome’s territory was the largest and most prosperous period.

After Trajan's death, the Roman Empire has not been able to expand beyond its territory during the hundreds of years since Trajan's death.

Looking at this square that symbolized the honor and history of Rome's most prosperous period and commemorated all the Roman emperors, Tiberius could not help but burst into tears.

He knelt down in front of a temple and cried out in despair: "Romulus, who founded Rome on the Seven Hills, the holy and great Caesar, the five good emperors who created the glory of Rome..."

"Rome, great Rome, is about to fall!"

The Romans were a country with a strong atmosphere of faith. Especially now that they were besieged by the Hun army and were on the verge of extinction, countless Romans entered the temple to worship the gods and pray for their blessings.

Tiberius's desperate cry infected countless Romans. Suddenly, the crying began to spread, and all the Romans around him felt sad for the tragic fate of Rome's impending demise.

Tiberius looked at Mars, the god of war, who stood above all the gods of Rome and on par with Jupiter, the king of gods, and asked painfully, "Mars of Hosts, are you really not going to protect Rome anymore?"

But Mars could no longer respond to Rome.

Mars is the Roman name of Ares, the god of war Ares has been defeated by the white giant Cephalus, and the era of gods on earth has been wiped out by him.

Now, the incarnation of the White Giant, Attila, the Hun King, is coming again to destroy Rome.

Looking at the sad Romans around him, Tiberius felt that he could still fight for it. The old man stood in the middle of the Roman Forum and shouted desperately: "Citizens of Rome, Rome is now in a critical moment of life and death..."

"Defending Rome is the responsibility of all Roman citizens. I am Tiberius, the commander of the Roman Legion. Those who are willing to defend Rome, please stand behind me. I will give him weapons and join me in defending the great and glorious Rome!"

After Tiberius finished shouting, the entire square seemed to fall silent. The Romans immediately stopped crying and looked at Tiberius in silence.

He waited for a long time with great anticipation, but no Roman was willing to stand up and defend Rome with him.

It didn't take long for Tiberius' eyes to change from full of hope to full of gray despair, but he still stood there stubbornly, waiting for the Romans to follow him and defend this great country.

However, the Romans had long lost the courage to join the army. Rome has always been accustomed to hiring foreigners to join the army. Orestes, a Germanic barbarian, could become the supreme commander of Rome. It is conceivable how low the proportion of Romans joining the army was.

In addition, Attila destroyed the Roman legions with great ease, and the Romans also learned the news. They did not have the courage to face the power of the Hun king together with Tiberius. That would only be suicide!

The Romans, who had been lying in the glory of Rome and enjoying a stable and comfortable life, were afraid. They were afraid to join the army and fight, and they were afraid of the consequences of defending Rome. They did not dare to become enemies with Attila.

Tiberius stood alone in the crowded Roman Forum, waiting stubbornly all night. His old and thin body looked particularly hunched. Until the next morning, still no Roman was willing to stand up and defend Rome with Tiberius.

They were afraid. They were so scared of the power of Attila the Hun that they dared not face the terrifying Hun king directly.

It's funny that Tiberius had faced Attila's devastating blow, but he still did not lose his fighting spirit and was ready to fight to the end, while these people were scared out of their wits after just hearing a few rumors in the city.

Tiberius was covered in dew and frost. He said bitterly, "...It turns out that there is no one left in Rome!"

"Even if I'm alone, I will protect Rome!"

Tiberius took his weapon and put on his Roman armor. His eyes were firm and serious: "This is my duty as a Roman citizen!"

The Hun king once again sounded the clarion call to exterminate Rome.

When Tiberius arrived at the Roman city wall fortress, there were almost no people there. After one night, most of the soldiers had fled.

Tiberius knew that this was because Orestes had launched a palace coup yesterday, which caused chaos in Rome for a while. Nepos and Orestes attacked each other, and the soldiers were also in panic, not knowing whose orders to obey.

Tiberius jumped down from the city wall. The strong Tiberius had the strength of a first-class hero. He stood alone in front of the city of Rome...

He didn't want to see the thousand-year-old capital of Rome, which carried the honor and history of Rome, being breached, so he chose to stand in front of Rome and die in front of Rome.

Attila led the Hun army to the front of Rome, only one step away from Rome. Of course, they discovered Tiberius standing in front of the city gate, but they did not take this old soldier seriously at all.

Attila said coldly: "I remember you, the commander of Rome, where is your army?"

"King of the Huns, if you want to conquer Rome, you must step over my dead body!"

Tiberius drew his sharp sword and shouted to the 100,000 Huns in front of him: "I will give my heart for Rome!"

"Foolish man." Attila showed an expression other than indifference for the first time. She said with a little appreciation: "Then I will grant your wish!"

Attila drew out the sword of the god of war with three colors of divine light, raised it high above his head, and swung it with all his strength towards the city of Rome and Tiberius who was blocking the city of Rome.

The dazzling three-colored divine light once again transformed into a devastating light cannon, crushing over with irresistible power.

This is the end point of all holy swords. No matter how powerful the holy sword is, it will eventually fire a light cannon.

Tiberius did not hesitate at all and attacked the light cannon with all his strength. The Roman commander, who was a first-class hero, was not mentally retarded. He tried his best to block the tricolor light cannon and the casual attack of Attila, the Hun king.

His flesh and blood were peeled off layer by layer by the light cannon, and his weapons and armor began to melt in the three-color light column, but he still stood in front of Rome, and used his last bit of strength to divert the attack trajectory of the light cannon, so that the destructive light cannon almost passed by the city of Rome.

This attack failed to destroy Rome. Tiberius fulfilled his oath and protected Rome with his life. However, he paid a heavy price to divert this attack. His flesh and blood were stripped away, and without the protection of flesh and blood, his exposed heart gradually began to stop beating.

When Tiberius was dying, he seemed to see his soul returning to Valhalla, but at this moment, a female voice with a hint of madness and willfulness sounded in his ears.

"Hey~ Why didn't you call me by my name before?"

"I am the most dazzling flower of the Roman Empire, a great musician who can rival the god Apollo, but you never mentioned my name before~"

"But I forgive you, because I am Rome!"

Tiberius gave his heart, life, and soul to protect Rome, so Rome naturally forgave his offense.

(End of this chapter)