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"Burn the food and carriages, as much as you can. All troops, retreat slowly. Pretend to be repelled by Chagatai. Go."

Aenarion looked at the chaotic battlefield and the extremely brave centaurs and ogres, and in a short period of time, he came up with a plan that would deal a greater blow to the Ottoman Empire than destroying the Fifth Legion.

Indrognir, Valkia was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why Aenarion did this. Astariel nodded thoughtfully, and the difference in intelligence was obvious at a glance.

When the soldiers heard the news of the arrival of the Ottoman reinforcements, and then looked at the ogre soldiers who had been surrounded but had not lost their fighting spirit at all and instead fought more and more fiercely, they also felt that the order was very reasonable. The soldiers in the back row took out pine oil torches, lit them and threw them onto the Ottoman carriages, and then slowly retreated while maintaining the spear formation.

However, the cavalry was no match for the Roman White Scars in number and they did not dare to pursue them at this moment. The number of 20,000 Tatars was too terrifying. They just shot a few rounds of arrows at the Romans who were retreating without disorder and watched them retreat calmly.

By the time the 18th Legion of Salamanders arrived, Aenarion's cavalry had already disappeared, and the infantry had retreated to the Melizzi River basin. The longboats were faster than the cavalry, so they were impossible to pursue. Legion Commander Vulkan, who arrived in a hurry, could only sigh as he looked at the river.

In this battle, the White Scars suffered more than 3,000 casualties, while Aenarion suffered more than 6,000 casualties. Although the Ottomans had a more favorable casualty ratio, hundreds of tons of food and fodder were lost.

Most of the land was destroyed by the fire. The distance from Edirne to Constantinople is 212 kilometers. The heavy transport troops can only travel 20 to 30 kilometers a day at most. It will take at least ten days to arrive.

Chagatai calculated that the remaining food was not even enough for his army to march from here to the front line of Constantinople in eight days, and then march back to Edirne in ten days!

There was no choice but to turn around immediately with the White Scars Legion and walk back to Edirne in two days to recuperate the wounded soldiers, bury the fallen soldiers, and then immediately mobilize new vehicles to escort a new batch of food and fodder.

As a result of her delay, the Ottoman camp of more than 600,000 people outside Constantinople fell into a famine due to food shortage. Although there were some temporary reserves in the camp, they were not enough to feed more than 600,000 mouths. Muhammad was forced to suspend the offensive on the front line and send elite Janissaries to disperse in all directions to forcibly purchase and requisition food from nearby elven villages, towns, and cities.

The dragons of the Eighteenth Legion, with a flying speed four to five times that of war horses and a huge carrying capacity, temporarily helped Muhammad transport food and fodder.

The coastal cities in Asia Minor also tried to transport large amounts of food to the war front by sea and land, but they were bombed and looted by the Venetian fleet. They sent out ten ships, but only one or two ships' worth of food could reach the front.

Muhammad was extremely angry at Aenarion's practice of cutting off the food supply route. He ordered his craftsmen to learn from the Romans to forge iron chains to block the Meriz River, so that the Roman Empire's longships could not wander around in their own heartland. Then he mobilized more ogre criminals to make up for the losses of the Fifth Legion and asked Chagatai to be more vigilant and make meritorious contributions. After three full days, the Fifth Legion finally found enough carriages and livestock, loaded enough food and fodder from the Ottoman capital of Edirne, and began to escort food for the second time.

Aenarion was calm about the Ottomans learning from the Romans how to use iron chains to cross the river. He had been busy during these three days. He taught the Ottomans to cut down trees to make logs, and then oiled them. The Varangian Guards pulled the longboats ashore, placed them on the logs and towed them on land. After bypassing the area where the iron chains were used to cross the river, they pushed the longboats back into the river channel and rushed towards Edirne for the second time!

Chapter 303: Seeds of Rebellion

Chagatai Khan apparently assembled his troops and prepared to start the second grain escort tomorrow morning. However, when she returned to her room, Aenarion was hiding in the boudoir of the Janissary commander, waiting for her return.

The centaur's room is quite unique. There are no chairs or mattresses, only an extremely soft and thick blanket on the floor. The centaur can sleep wherever he lies down or stands. The table is also tailor-made according to the centaur's body shape and is covered with thick books and files.

"Why, have you thought about it?"

Ainari stood up to greet her, took the towel hanging by the door, and helped her clean the horse's hooves to avoid dirtying the blanket. Then he helped her take off the heavy armor and gently stroked the extremely soft pale hair.

Chagatai's heart was extremely complicated. It was so strange. This damn elf looked almost 100% consistent with his own aesthetic. Although he was a little weak, his combat capability was also good. Moreover, he had great power in the government of the Roman Empire. He was indeed a good spouse. It was not surprising that he suddenly fell in love with him on the battlefield.

However, he was the legion commander of the Ottoman Empire, and he was the war general of the Roman Empire. Now the two countries were putting everything on the line in a fierce battle. As for this love... Chagatai's mind suddenly flashed with a large number of melodramatic and tragic love novels and poems written by ancient Greek and Muslim poets, and he pawed the horse's hooves with great worry.

"How about joining the Ottoman Empire, Aenarion? You are from the Angelos family and the husband of Queen Mother Osman. Muhammad will never harm you. Warmaster Gilman and I can protect you together and let you have the same status and rights in the Ottoman Empire as in the Eastern Roman Empire."

Chagatai rubbed his hair and said with great distress.

"I can't possibly rebel. I'm an elf. I'm second only to the emperor in the Eastern Roman Empire, and I'm a war general. I wear a sword and shoes when I enter the palace. I don't need to be named when I'm praised or bowed. I don't need to bow when I enter the court. I'm even engaged to the emperor's sister. How can a minister who has achieved this level defect to another country? Muhammad can't give me the same or even better treatment."

Aenarion carefully discussed the situation with Jaghatai.

"Why do you follow Muhammad so wholeheartedly? The Hungarians have never succumbed to the tyranny of the Ottomans. The two sides have been engaged in tug-of-war on the border for many years. You are probably the foals abducted by the Ottomans when they burned, killed and looted Hungarian villages. You were brought up according to the standards of the Janissaries. Shouldn't you be thinking about your motherland? Why do you obey the enemy's orders?"

“While the Ottoman Empire was nothing, the Kingdom of Hungary was not even a thing.”

Jaghatai answered Aenarion's questions seriously.

"We were just ordinary herdsmen in Hungary. We had no power. Every year, the local Hungarian nobles would take away a lot of our harvest and output, leaving us with only enough food to barely survive. Not only that, every time a war broke out in Hungary, our family would provide a horse and a soldier to fight. My father was

He had made great contributions to Hungary! He even shot and killed the head of the Janissary regiment, but he was only rewarded with some cattle and sheep and remained a civilian.

After my father died in battle, the nobles took my brother away to fight. When my brother died, my mother, who had experienced the pain of losing her husband and son, was also taken to join the army. When the Ottomans invaded my family's ranch, I was the last person in my family. "

Chagatai calmly recounted his experiences.

"The Ottomans did not kill me. On the contrary, Sultan Murad gave me the best education. He taught me how to survive in the world, how to fight, and how to use bows and arrows, swords and guns better. He molded me into the best weapon and then sent me to the battlefield, instead of being sent to the front line to die without any war training like my brother.

In the Janissaries, there are no nobles, no privileges, and everything is based on strength. Even a commoner like me can rely on my merits to step up to the position of legion leader. Sultan Murad personally appointed me as the leader of the Fifth Legion. He treated me like his own daughter! Now, although he is dead, I will definitely be loyal to his bloodline and his descendants. "

Aenarion was silent for a moment. She had not expected the other party to be so loyal. But it did not matter. In her heart, she was truly grateful and loyal to the deceased Sultan Murad, not Muhammad.

"Your way of thinking is wrong. Sultan Murad was indeed a great hero, but everything he did was to protect the Ottoman Empire itself, not to protect Muhammad."

Aenarion stared earnestly into the white eyes of Chagatai Khan.

"Six generations of Ottoman sultans were ogres, and the seventh generation, Muhammad, was an elf. The aristocratic circles of the entire empire were extremely shocked. The first thing Muhammad did when he came to power was to kill his ogre brother and eliminate all the existence that could threaten his throne. All the descendants of Sultan Murad were killed by him personally! Do you think such a person is really a sultan? Is he really qualified to rule the country that Murad protected with his own hands?"

"Do you want me to be loyal to the Sultan Orhan who was supported by Constantine? Murad's younger brother and Muhammad's fourth uncle? He is just a puppet toy in the hands of you elves. If Muhammad is not an unqualified Sultan, then Orhan is not even qualified."

Chagatai rolled his eyes in annoyance and saw things very clearly.

"Yes, he is a puppet, a puppet without any rights. However, he is still an orthodox ogre royal family, more orthodox than Muhammad. Guess how many upper-class ogre nobles in the Ottoman Empire have secretly declared their allegiance to Orhan?"

Aenarion admitted it openly and gradually aroused the ambition of the Centaur Khan.

"If you join the new Second Ottoman Empire with the Fifth Legion now, then you will have the merit of following the dragon. Sultan Orhan will give you greater power and a higher status than the legion commander! You will inherit Sultan Murad's last wish and lead a brand new Ottoman Empire to rise. From what you said, you hate the Kingdom of Hungary very much? I promise you that you will have the opportunity to lead an Ottoman army in person to avenge Hungary."

"The conditions you offer are indeed very generous."

Chagatai pondered for a long time, his handsome brows furrowed together.

"But I don't understand why you are so sure that the Ottomans will lose the siege of Constantinople. The total number of your Christian coalition forces in this war is only 100,000, while we have 600,000. Where does your confidence come from? Let's put an end to this mystery."

Aenarion smiled and took out the letter between himself and Gilman. When Chagatai saw it, his face changed. He didn't expect that the warlord of the Ottoman Empire had already had rebellious intentions and colluded with Rome in secret! The entire Angelos family and the entire 13th Legion have secretly communicated with Rome. What's more terrifying is that the 21st Legion, the Sultan's Scythe, the newly established Sultan's Guard, was separated from the 13th Legion, and there are also a lot of Angelos in it! The leader is the leader of the younger generation of the Angelos family, Mahmad Angelos.

Adding the already rebellious First Legion Dark Angels, this means that if he rebels, there will be four legions on the Roman side???

If this is the case, then Muhammad is indeed in great danger, and it would be more beneficial for him to stand on the side of Sultan Orhan and support the Ottomans.

Chapter 304: Philus Manus

After secretly instigating the rebellion of the commander of the Fifth Legion, the Ottoman grain route suffered an unprecedented blow. Chagatai reported his grain transportation routes, troop size, and marching formations to Aenarion in detail. Sometimes he deliberately exposed his weaknesses to let Varangian and Tatar cavalry rush over, burn and loot grain, and attack the Ottoman grain route. The original 100% of grain was often only 60% or even 50% transported to Constantinople, which greatly delayed the Ottoman army's offensive on Constantinople.

Not to mention the lack of food, the baggage train was burned, and there was also a shortage of gunpowder and artillery shells on the front line, which gave Rome a chance to catch its breath and frantically repair the city walls.

However, Aenarion did not go too far. He would fail on purpose a few times, causing the Fifth Legion to become the White Scars. They fought fiercely with the Roman war marshal on the grain road, with both sides winning and losing. Sometimes, they were able to deliver all the grain and supplies to the front line, which made Chagatai somewhat superior to Muhammad.

For the sake of face, I won't lose face - after all, my legion has only one-third of the number of people as Aenarion, and we have to be cautious in protecting our food supplies, so it's not too much to fight like this.

During this time, Chagatai also began to eliminate dissidents, and explored the composition and loyalty of the legion through banquets, conversations, communication and other techniques. Aenarion also stepped up his propaganda against the ogre criminals. The ogre thieves who made up most of the legion were very easy to persuade to defect. They were originally criminals of the Ottoman Empire, who were sent here to serve as exiles and were nomads. They were forced to fight because the people around them were all Christians who hated pagans to the core.

Aenarion promised to give them land for nomadic roaming, not to deprive them of the way of life in the first half of their lives, to respect their beliefs, to allow them religious and cultural freedom, to let them believe in either Tengri or Allah, and he easily instigated many ogre sinners to rebel.

The Janissaries were more troublesome. These brainwashed slaves were very loyal, so Chagatai could only place some of the loyalists in dangerous positions, and then arranged for Aenarion to lead a large army to attack the tribe and kill all the loyalists. With the help of the Romans, he slowly eliminated dissidents and gradually transformed the Fifth Legion into a state where they only obeyed the general's orders and were unaware of the Sultan.

This situation lasted for two round trips of grain transportation. Muhammad could not stand it anymore and pulled out all the cavalry from all the legions to form a cavalry army of 30,000 to protect the grain route. This greatly increased the Ottoman grain transportation costs and the burden on horses, but the effect was limited - the Fifth Legion was now almost entirely made up of traitors, and their information had been leaked. Although there were more people, Aenarion could still take advantage of the information gap to catch them off guard and more or less achieve some results.

Before we knew it, it was May 1453, 5. The long siege had lasted for a month and a half. The first half of the month was extremely fierce, with both sides fighting under the triple walls of Constantine, with rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

But in the following month, due to the interference of Aenarion's harassment of the food supply, they had to find a way to solve the food problem every few battles. They fought and stopped, stopped and fought. Perturabo even took the Iron Warriors' mages to the nearby waters to electrocute fish and then catch the fish to eat.

The Venetians who assisted in defending the city felt that they had nothing to do, so they even sold grain to the Ottomans at ten times the market price, while at the same time cheating the purple and green Roman Empires, which made the besieging Janissary Legions upset.

At this point in time, the warlordization of the eighteen Janissary legions has become quite serious. These legion commanders even feel that the Sultan is sending their soldiers to die in vain, thereby weakening their strength and concentrating power, making them more reluctant to go to war, causing their soldiers to starve to death in the camp or die in battle on the triple city walls.

The war-weariness was spreading like a plague among the legions. Gilman took the opportunity to talk to her sisters in the name of the Ottoman war marshal, and cursed Muhammad together after drinking, provoking relations between them and the Sultan, widening the gap between the legion commanders and the Sultan, slowly corrupting them with power and money, and seducing other legion leaders. The two Angelos, one inside and one outside, quietly disintegrated and destroyed the Ottoman Empire.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly chaotic, Grand Vizier Khalil could no longer sit still. As the head of the Ottoman Empire's civil service, he also began to lead a group of ogres to persuade Muhammad to give up the siege of Constantinople. At least he had to solve the problem of Aenarion, who frequently harassed people on rivers and seas, to ensure the safety of the food route.

To establish prestige, we don't necessarily have to destroy the Eastern Roman Empire. Now that the Timurid Empire is in chaos, we can move our heavy forces to the East and take advantage of their civil war between uncles and nephews to send troops to the Mesopotamian Valley and drink water from the Persian Gulf. This is also a feat that surpasses our ancestors.

Muhammad fell into silence. He carefully considered the suggestions of his ministers, but shook his head to reject them. He directly transferred the Eighth Legion of the Midnight Lords to guard the grain route. A total of three legions plus a large number of cavalry were used to protect the safety of his lifeline.

Afterwards, after the food and supplies were transported again, he launched a new large-scale attack like a gambler who had lost all his money.

The sky was filled with deafening artillery fire and arrows blocked the sun. After a new round of bombardment lasted for a full six hours, it shattered the magic barrier of Constantinople. At a command from Muhammad, a large number of siege towers, under the extremely fierce firepower of the Romans, advanced forward under the cover of the artillery fire of Perturabo's iron warriors, and once again leaned against the outer wall of Constantinople.

When the barrier was opened and the boarding boards dropped, the Roman soldiers defending the city saw a horrifying sight that made their heart and lungs stop - of Muhammad's nine legions, three were forced to guard the food route, one was outside providing artillery cover, and the remaining five were all standing inside the siege tower!

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

The leader of the Sixteenth Legion, Lorca, was wearing Gothic plate armor that was densely inscribed with the sacred scriptures of the Islamic Sufi sect. Outside the armor, she was wearing the sacred robe of the Grand Imam. Even her beautiful face, which looked fanatical, was engraved with some strange Arabic characters. She held a hammer in one hand and the Koran in the other, and uttered a pious and fanatical prayer. One after another, magnificent golden halos of divine power instantly spread out around her, and the whole person was like a golden sun, shining on people so brightly that they couldn't open their eyes.

[Spell Delay/Spell Extension·Focus Aura]: Consume 1 mana point. When all friendly forces within 9 meters launch an attack, the hit rate is increased by 1 (equivalent to 2/ Paladin level).

Continues for 24 hours.

[Spell Delay/Spell Expansion·Punishment Aura]: Consumes 1 mana point. When all friendly forces within 9 meters attack, an additional 1 points of holy damage (equivalent to 2/24 Paladin level) will be dealt, which lasts for hours.

【法术延时/法术扩展·虔诚光环】：消耗1点法力，二十米内所有友军额外获得9点护甲（相当于1/2圣骑士等级），持续24小时。

【法术延时/法术扩展·奉献光环】：消耗1点法力，二十米内所有敌人每6秒受到9点神圣伤害（相当于1/2圣骑士等级），持续24小时。

Before her, the two Angelos, Jiliman and Mahmoud, who had been strengthened by magic, could not wait to launch an assault. Jiliman's swordsmanship skills were very superb. The long sword burning with golden flames avoided the heavy armor like a ghost and instantly chopped into the gaps in the armor of four heavily armored soldiers, causing them to break tendons and bones in their armpits, knees, and joints, and spurt blood. They lay on the ground screaming, waiting to die from excessive blood loss. The Osman warmaster laughed and stepped on their corpses and continued to charge forward!

Although Mahmud, the leader of the 21st Legion, was not as skilled as the leader of Angelos, Jiliman, he was a combat priest. He directly applied thirteen amplification magics to himself and turned into a war giant blessed by Allah! Four arms burning with divine flames, wielding two scimitars, and two staffs followed closely behind.

Relying on the amplified power of thirteen magic spells and four halos, Mahmoud simply used brute force to flatten two heavily armored soldiers. Blood flowed along the cracks in the broken and dented armor. Two magic staffs blasted out divine fire all over the mountains, burning and obliterating everything within sight.

"Not good! Not good! Five legion commanders! The five legion commanders of the Ottoman army are all in the northern theater! Keep supporting us here!"

A soldier looked at the two men's miraculous killing skills, his mouth wide open in amazement, and his heart filled with fear. He knew that the gap between him and the two men was like an abyss.

And the next second, Philus, the leader of the Tenth Legion, and Fugen, the leader of the Third Legion, also climbed up the walls of Constantinople with an appearance of love. If the previous two legion commanders only made the soldiers feel fear, then these two gave people a feeling of despair. They were not on the same level.

The leader of the Tenth Legion was a Gorgon of extremely terrifying size, only slightly smaller than the legendary female snake that died of natural causes in the Laurion Silver Mine. She was over nine meters tall. She hid behind the siege tower and climbed up the city wall directly using her hands and tail without using a ladder! The huge iron-scaled snake tail slapped the entire city wall, causing it to tremble and fall into dust.

Her upper body was that of an extremely charming and gorgeous woman, wearing a special iron scale armor. Her flexible waist outlined two slender arcs in the air, and a pair of wings that covered the sky and the sun stretched out from her fair waist. The color of the feathers was very plain, just a pure iron gray.

Her lower body was a giant python that was over 30 meters long. Countless tiny iron-gray scales were densely packed together. Under the sunlight, it looked like a suit of iron-gray scales.

But the most unique thing was her face. Her long iron-gray hair fell down like a waterfall, half covering her enchanting, sexy and proud face. Her beautiful eyes were like two bright stars of steel, emitting a creepy cold light of death. Her silky gray hair gradually turned into slender snake necks covered with iron-gray scales and hideous snake heads at the ends of her hair. Hundreds of iron snake skulls hissed with their tongues spitting out snakes. A large number of soldiers only looked at the Gorgon, and immediately they were transformed into lifeless stone sculptures.

A stunning beauty was standing majestically on the Gorgon's shoulder. The commander of the Third Legion, the son of the Caliph, was wearing an extremely cool and flashy purple-gold armor and cloak. A pair of blazing phoenix wings were folded behind her, as dazzling as the sun. The purple-gold flames were incomparably gorgeous and splendid, like a work of art that should have appeared in a museum, appearing abruptly on the bloody and cruel battlefield.

Her stunning appearance was so beautiful, like a mirror, reflecting the most charming fantasies and the dirtiest desires in everyone's heart. All the soldiers' heartbeats accelerated when they looked at her, and they even forgot to breathe. Some soldiers even fell into a daze, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

Chapter 305: Constantinople Never Falls

At this moment, the few White Tower wizards who had the authority to teleport to Constantinople took action. A series of azure space rifts stretched around people. When they were fully expanded, they turned into vortex doors constructed with arcane energy. The Roman emperor and the White Tower wizards took out all their belongings to resist the joint action of the five legion commanders.

The first to rush out of the portal was a hideous zombie dragon. Its huge and majestic body was covered with shriveled and dehydrated flesh and purple dragon scales. The whole dragon exuded a strong scent of sea salt. In order to preserve the corpse, it was probably pickled with salt.

His eyes were hollow and terrifying, without the light of life, only darkness and nothingness. His fangs and claws were sharp and ferocious, as huge and sharp as a giant sword, revealing the power of destruction and death. His salted wings flapped, making a chilling sound.

The terrifying sound of breaking through the air and the wind pressure created by the wings made the people standing by unstable and fell down one after another.

The slender and thick tail was like a colorful whip covered with sharp blades, whistling and tearing through the sky, and hit the Gorgon's waist heavily. The terrifying force knocked the Gorgon, who was of the same size as itself, out of the Theodosius City Wall!

And his ferocious dragon head covered with purple scales let out an earth-shaking roar.

"Fort Junshitanding will never fall!!!"

"Hey, isn't this the first emperor of the Palaiologos family, Michael VIII? Did you volunteer to become a zombie dragon after your death, or were you forced to do so?"

The Gorgon made a mocking sound, and although her huge body fell at the foot of the city wall, her equally slender and strong iron-gray snake tail had already wrapped around the tail of the zombie dragon.

Filus tensed every muscle in her body and swung her long tail, pulling the zombie dragon sitting on the wall down fiercely! The power and mass of the two beasts were so huge that the Gorgon also pulled down a large section of the battlements and walls of the city wall. Purple scales and brick and rubble were splattered everywhere! The flying dust and the huge zombie dragon fell heavily at the foot of the city wall. The huge impact made the entire wall shake and tremble.

Philus stretched her tail taut, like a real poisonous snake, with an agility that was disproportionate to her huge body. Along with splashing mud and broken ground, she instantly wrapped around the zombie dragon's body. The soft iron-gray snake body was like a heavy chain, strangling and tightening the dragon's four claws, wings, and body together, making it unable to move.

The human upper body of her body stretched out two jade arms forged entirely from steel, and tightly grasped the upper and lower jaws of the zombie dragon, trying to tear the undead creature in half starting from its mouth!

"Fort Junshitanding will never fall!!!"

The zombie dragon mechanically repeated its earth-shaking roars, his bones creaking from the Gorgon, and he let out bursts of mournful cries. His purple dragon scales also began to crack from the friction of the iron-gray snake scales. He tried to emit a dragon breath, but Philus cleverly avoided his mouth, so that the burning purple lightning dragon breath could not hit him at all, but instead rushed straight into the sky and turned into a dazzling and beautiful lightning firework over Constantinople.

"If you were still alive, we could really fight to see who is stronger, the dragon or the Gorgon. But you are dead, and you don't even have self-awareness. You are just a zombie dragon, not a dracolich. You look like a ghost, and you still want to fight me?"

Philus looked with disdain at the zombie emperor who was being strangled by her, and was ready to send him to death, but at this moment, a horrifying green afterimage suddenly appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Gorgon turned around and saw countless green ghost souls, densely gathered together, screaming, rolling, dancing, like a huge wave that overwhelmed the world, and a terrifying mountain torrent avalanche that rushed towards him! If you look closely, all the flying souls are wearing the armor of the Eastern Roman Empire, and the ghostly 4β flags are fluttering in the howling wind! It's like the gate of hell quietly opened in front of her, frightening Gorgon and the pupils of the thousands of poisonous snakes in his hair, shrinking to the shape of a needle tip!

"Violent!"

Amid the cry of the phoenix, the leader of the Third Legion, who had been watching the show on Gorgon, moved. Her extremely beautiful body was directly transformed into a gorgeous phoenix burning with purple-gold flames, dragging thirty-six beautiful and gorgeous phoenix tails like a peacock, and spreading her flaming wings that covered the sky and the sun, blocking the soul tsunami. Countless ghost armies hit her heavily, and the huge damage caused was healed by the phoenix flame in an instant. The damage caused by the ghost soldiers was not as fast as her recovery. Moreover, large groups of ghost armies would be burned to ashes by the phoenix flames just by getting close to Fulgrim.

The ghosts dispersed, the waves died down, and the two legion commanders looked solemnly in the direction where the soul current came from, and found a dragon sitting on a high tower on the city wall. The sunlight shone through its wings that blocked out the sun, and cast the shadow of death over their heads. The appearance of the dragon was exactly the same as the zombie dragon that the Gorgon strangled and tightened, except that it had no entity, only an illusory purple ghost.

A ghost dragon.

"Ha! You Romans really know how to desecrate the remains of your ancestors. Michael VIII's body was made into a zombie dragon, and his soul was made into a ghost dragon. How come you made two creations out of one body???"

Gorgon looked at the zombie dragon and ghost dragon that looked exactly the same and made a ruthless mockery.

"No way, little girl."

The ghost dragon made a hollow sound that made people feel cold just by hearing it, as if the sound came directly from the depths of hell.

"When I think that you Turkic scum are still alive and threatening the empire I have devoted my whole life to, I will never be able to rest in peace even if I die."

Michael VIII's words were filled with endless majesty and gnashing anger.

"Servants of the Roman Empire! Soldiers! Generals! Heed the call of Michael VIII! Constantinople will never fall!!!"