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Under the roar of the ghost dragon full of necromancy, the ground beside the two legion commanders shattered like broken glass.

It broke into countless small pieces - it was not the earth that collapsed, but the space that was broken. Ghostly green arms and shriveled and broken zombie hands drilled out of the cracks in space, holding up their illusory or decayed and broken bodies, and returned to the real world. All of them were wearing Roman armor from more than two hundred years ago, four hundred years ago, or even eight hundred years ago, like a ghost army that had reappeared across the ages. They slowly straightened their backs, drew their swords, and reappeared in the world with murderous intent.

They were once the most elite army of the Empire of Nicaea, and they were the glorious guard that accompanied Michael VIII and took back Constantinople from the Latin Empire.

They were the Varyag Guards who accompanied Basil II in the bloody battle of Bulgaria.

They were the Scolari armored cavalry that accompanied Heraclius in his sweep across Egypt and Syria.

They were the imperial expeditionary force that followed Belisarius on expeditions to Carthage and Rome during the reign of Justinian, and then returned home in glory.

Those were the Praetorian Guards buried beneath the city walls when Emperor Constantine built Constantinople.

Although they had died long ago, their souls had taken on a form similar to earthbound spirits, lodging beneath the city walls of the heart of the empire. Even though their consciousness had long been crushed into pieces by the wheels of time, all the ghost soldiers drew their swords at the first opportunity, pointing their weapons at the ground outside the city walls. Tens of thousands of hoarse and broken throats roared out the same words at the same time.

Constantinople will never fall.

Chapter 306: The Foundation of the Empire

Fulgrim and Philus immediately dispatched the most elite Phoenix Guard and Morlock veterans of their legions to engage in a fierce battle with the ghosts of the Roman Empire. Amid the magnificent military songs, a large number of soldiers wearing two sets of heavy armor and purple robes quickly stepped across the moat that had long been filled. Their purple robes were embroidered with gold silk threads, and their silver armor was polished to a shine, sparkling in the sun. They did not feel like an army at all, but more like a work of art that should be displayed in a museum - her guards were completely modeled after the Phoenix Guards of Roman emperors, even the name and equipment were similar.

The Phoenix Guards in the front row brandished Phoenix Halberds wrapped in purple flames, gathered into a dense formation, and fought fiercely with the ghost army. The Phoenix Guards in the back row bent their bows and shot out rounds of fierce arrows that also burned with Phoenix flames, accurately avoiding friendly forces and shooting the souls of the past.

The Morlock veterans of the Tenth Legion were even more terrifying - they were a group of Viking half-giants, the Janissaries. These three-meter-tall giants wore the heaviest steel armor, like iron-gray steel pagodas. They took slow and heavy steps, slowly advancing forward. The terrifying sense of oppression made people despair.

On the city wall, a large number of Roman soldiers were engaged in a fierce battle with the 13th, 16th and 21st Legions that had climbed up the tower. The Roman Empire's Imperial Guards Marshal, Kate, roared loudly and waved his Phoenix Halberd to block the charging Gillian. As the emperor's Imperial Guards Marshal, he was the most valiant and skilled warrior in the entire empire, the leader of the Phoenix Guards. He alone stopped Gillian, who was killing people in the army as if she was in an empty space.

With angry war cries, the long swords and halberds of the two men drew arcs in the air that could not be captured by the naked eye, and hit each other heavily, accompanied by the clanging sound of steel, and sparks splashed all over the sky. The two men's weapons were respectively wrapped in the golden fire of Allah and the purple flame of the Phoenix, dragging gorgeous smoke tails in the air.

The two were fighting fiercely, swinging their weapons faster and faster, striking harder and harder, and within just six seconds, they exchanged six moves in a row. Purple and gold flames exploded from the intersection of swords and halberds, like brilliant and magnificent fireworks. The fight was evenly matched, and indistinctly, the Imperial Guards Marshal even had the upper hand. A large number of Phoenix Guards also climbed onto the top of the city walls with halberds in hand, engaging in a bloody battle with Jillian's ever-victorious army.

On the other side, Mahmoud's offensive was also intercepted. The Patriarch of Constantinople took out his most precious treasure: God's Angels: Warriors of Thunder. Three three-meter-tall, pure gold steel giants arrived at the battlefield with earth-shaking steps. A large number of Orthodox priests, with fanatics wearing linen robes and holding nail-headed war hammers, bathed in the glory of God and shouted and fought fiercely! Fighting with the 21st Legion Sultan's Scythe!

Lorgar frowned as he watched his own offensive being contained, and led the priests of the Sixteenth Legion to heal the friendly forces of the four legions, while casting buff magic to increase their combat capabilities.

But soon, they were too busy to do this. The wizards of the White Tower came out together, using [Dispel Magic] to strip the magical buffs off the Janissaries alive, countering the spells of the Word Bearers priests, and even bombarding these Muslim clergy with fireballs. Lorgar herself was targeted by Caledor, the Lord of the White Tower, while casting spells. She cast three spells in a row with a look of dissatisfaction on her face, and Caledor destroyed her three spells in a row. He even blew two fireballs in her face, causing her to retreat again and again.

Caledo lamented inwardly the uneven qualities of the Janissary Legion commanders. Perturabo of the Fourth Legion was very scary, and he would be no match for him in a real fight. But this Lorgar... he didn't seem to be very strong.

Outside the city walls, Emperor Constantine personally led all the adult members of the Palaiologos family to charge! Thirteen dragons of different sizes roared across the sky, reigning over the Ottoman artillery.

Above the artillery positions, facing the fierce firepower of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo spewed dragon flames at the densely packed artillery positions. He angrily wanted to blow down a few dragons, but his spell was also countered.

She looked closely and saw that the Lich Governor of Venice and his Lich Guards were sitting on a giant dragon. They worked together to counter the terrifying spell bombing ability of the Lord of the Fourth Legion. As long as they restrained this lord, the remaining dragons could rely on their scales to withstand the fierce anti-aircraft firepower of the Iron Warriors and use dragon flames to burn the cannon positions!

Muhammad has now played all his cards. Five legion commanders are held up on the city wall, three legion commanders are being held back by Aenarion on the grain route, and now only Perturabo is guarding the cannons. If not now, when will the cannon positions be destroyed?

Muhammad watched as he assembled five legion commanders to launch an assault, but they were all resisted by the Romans. They were unable to break through the defense of the city wall for a while, and the cannons outside were destroyed by these damn Palaiologos dragons. In desperation, he could only order a retreat and give priority to protecting the cannons. Without these cannons, it would take six hours to destroy the magic screen of the Theodosian Wall, and the subsequent Battle of Constantinople would only be more difficult.

Hearing the Ottomans blow the horn of retreat, the Romans' morale was boosted and they attacked frantically, pestering the Janissaries who had entered the city wall, dragging them and preventing these soldiers from retreating, buying more time for their emperor and destroying more cannons. The battle became more intense!

There was no other way. Mahmud personally led the Angelos of the 21st Legion to launch a counterattack, and fought with the Romans in a more bloody and cruel battle. The musket bullets and crossbow arrows fell on the heads of the soldiers of both sides like raindrops, and the swords and spears pierced the enemy's body like a jungle. The soldiers of both sides roared, howled, fought, and shouted the name of God and Allah! Sparing no effort to destroy the bodies and souls of the pagans, with their efforts, Ji Liman reluctantly led the victorious army of the 13th Legion to withdraw from the battlefield.

At the foot of the city wall, watching the Third and Tenth Legions slowly retreat, the wounded Michael VIII thought for a moment and chose not to pursue them. Instead, he led the ghost army back to the top of the city wall and surrounded the 21st Legion on the city wall! He also destroyed the siege equipment abandoned by the Ottomans in large pieces!

Muhammad could not care less at this moment. He summoned the elite of the legion to force back the dragon of the Palaiologos family and rescued his own artillery positions. Then he discovered that the commander of the 21st Legion, Mahmoud Angelos, and his elite guards were trapped in the city. He immediately organized the soldiers to go back to rescue them. However, the remaining strength of the Roman Millennium Empire could barely withstand the successive attacks of five legion commanders. Now the entire army surrounded a legion commander and it was more than enough to defeat him.

Before Muhammad's reinforcements had a chance to launch an attack, bad news arrived: the elite members of the 21st Legion would rather die than surrender. In order to cover the retreat of their compatriots, they were surrounded by the Romans on the city wall and were wiped out in a desperate bloody battle. The legion commander, Mahmoud, was knocked unconscious and captured alive by Constantine.

The current situation is becoming increasingly difficult for Muhammad. There is a reason why Constantinople is called the city that will never fall. Looking back at history, this queen of cities has only fallen twice. The Latin Empire was in civil strife that time, and a prince named Angelos sold the city to the Crusaders in order to compete for the Roman throne. He directly avoided all security systems and led the Crusaders into the city.

Michael VIII recaptured Constantinople because Angelos and his group of Tzeentch followers knew that they were Romans more than two hundred years ago. After discovering that the Crusaders were useless, they would rather die than reveal any secrets of Constantinople. They did not say a word about the army of souls living in the Theodosian Walls, but instead tried their best to tell other Romans how to open these magic mechanisms. The elven wizards of the White Tower had no good face for this group of people.

So Michael VIII led the Nicaea army to launch a counterattack and formed an alliance with the White Tower Wizard. The group of Crusaders guarding the city wall suddenly found a large army of ghosts emerging and starting to kill them. The White Tower Wizard directly rebelled, and only then was they able to barely recapture the fallen capital.

Their attack failed, and they lost a legion commander, and their food supply was cut off by Aenarion.

Not only that, the Venetian naval fleet began to attack and plunder the southwest coast of Asia Minor, Aenarion's Aegean fleet attacked and plundered the northwest coast of Asia Minor, and the Black Sea Fleet went straight to the Danube defense line. These Christians relied on their powerful navy to frantically harass the three coastlines of the empire, making Muhammad extremely anxious. He stared at the Theodosian Walls, and a strong sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

Chapter 307: Diorena

"Sultan, retreat. Constantinople is not worth such a huge loss to the empire."

The head of the Ottoman Empire's civil service, Grand Vizier Khalil, once again brought the high-ranking lords to speak on Muhammad's behalf.

"In the past few hundred years, Constantinople has not been a threat to the empire at all. It is only a city, although it blocks the connection between the Black Sea and the Aegean Sea, and between Europe and Asia.

Corridor, but we have gradually offset the advantages of this city with the castles built around Constantinople over the years, and the foundation of the Roman Empire was built around the Theodosian Walls. Without this city, Palaeologus is nothing. "

"Yes, Aenarion has also been blocked by us in the Thessaly Basin. If Albania wants to attack the Empire, it has to cross the Pindus Mountains that stretch for thousands of kilometers. We only need two legions to stabilize the situation on the west side of the Empire. These enemies cannot pose a real threat to the Empire."

Another high-ranking lord also said this with concern.

"Besides, the land in Greece is not suitable for farming. There are seven mountains, two rivers and one part of farmland. We should put the main force of the empire in Hungary or the Mesopotamian Basin. Now the little king of the Kingdom of Hungary was forcibly married by the Holy Roman Emperor, and the whole kingdom was annexed. Therefore, it is in chaos. We should take the opportunity to attack Hungary and plunder large tracts of fertile land suitable for grazing and farming."

"Or, we can move eastward and take over the fertile Mesopotamian region of Persia while the uncle and nephew of the Timurid Empire are fighting. This will greatly enhance the empire's national strength, instead of wasting the empire's most outstanding Janissaries on a fortified city that will never fall! God knows how many magical defense measures there are in it! Recently, I heard an elven folk song saying that Constantinople is destined to fall..."

"Really?"

Mohammed's eyes lit up.

"Please listen to me."

The High Lord said worriedly.

“But the Ottomans can only advance to the marble monument erected when Constantine the Great founded this city. Afterwards, successive Roman emperors will return like lightning and drive the Turks to the red apple tree in Asia Minor. With the magical attainments of these elves who can perform two acts with one corpse, I think this may not be a nursery rhyme, but an explanation of some kind of necromancy.

Muhammad looked at the emergency documents from the coastal areas of the whole country, looked at the food that had not been transported for a long time, and then looked at his own Throne Legion that had suffered heavy losses: the 21st Legion, the Sultan's Scythe, and fell into a long period of thought.

The next day, the Ottoman Empire was still attacking, and their artillery fire was even more fierce. Perturabo and his craftsmen worked day and night to cast a new Muhammad Cannon. The Theodosius Walls, which had stood for a thousand years, and the composite walls improved by Aenarion could withstand the onslaught of ordinary artillery, but they were helpless against this behemoth. Every bombardment would create a transparent hole in the wall.

And the Iron Warriors gradually understood the weaknesses of the city walls during the protracted bombardment. They used small cannons to intensively bombard an area, causing enough damage and cracks, and then used the Muhammad Cannon to deliver a fatal blow!

Amidst the thunderous roar, a section of the newly cast city wall collapsed. The small shells stuck in the inner mud and the fragmented stone wall fragments screamed and tore through the air, exploding in all directions like shotgun shells! Hundreds of soldiers and civilians who were repairing the city wall were caught off guard and were torn to pieces by the residual power of the shells! Broken limbs and flesh were dragged all over the ground with dripping blood.

After the city wall collapsed, the Janissaries, under the cover of Perturabo's fierce artillery fire, rushed up again and fought fiercely with the Romans and Slavs who were determined to defend the city to the death. They fought against each other in several broken city walls that were hundreds of meters wide, putting heavy pressure on the Romans.

This time, the Janissaries were almost like crazy. They fought all the way to the foot of the city wall under the fire of their own people! The fierce artillery of the Fourth Legion did not stop until the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat! The intensive bombardment gave the Roman artillery and crossbow positions a great suppression and killing effect, but even if those gunners were well-trained and fired when the two sides were fighting in close combat, it was inevitable that a few shells would fall on the battlefield, causing the Romans and Ottomans the same bombing damage, or even only falling on their own army, almost exchanging lives for lives.

With an angry look on his face, Muhammad divided the soldiers into six teams. Each team would attack for four hours. When the time was up, the next team would take over and continue the attack!

For seven whole days and nights, the Ottomans' earth-shaking war songs and artillery fire never stopped. The army continued to attack the broken city walls for 24 hours. Even at midnight and in the rain, their frenzied offensive never stopped. Muhammad's cannons fired day and night and could be fired every two hours. Every day, the whole of Constantinople would tremble twelve times at the sound of Muhammad's wrath!

The sturdy city walls collapsed, brave soldiers were killed in large numbers, and no one could sleep peacefully amid the endless artillery fire of the Ottoman Empire.

The Janissaries were like devils unafraid of death. Amid the almost insane roar of Perturabo's artillery and the rain of bullets that covered the sky, they charged forward on the corpses of their brothers and sisters, constantly oppressing the nerves of the Romans and beating them to exhaustion.

And Muhammad even played one of his trump cards: the Sipahi cavalry, the sons of the ogre nobles, equipped with the best weapons and armor, and the elite among them were even equipped with magic weapons. They served as the vanguard troops to engage in a fierce battle with the ghost soldiers who were protecting the empire even after death. At the same time, he dispatched a large number of Muslim imams and clerics to form an elite priest troop to eliminate those damned undead.

Constantine the Great looked at the report solemnly. Today was May 1453, 5. The battle had lasted for more than a month, and more than half of the 22 soldiers responsible for defending the city had been killed or wounded. Even if he had recruited more soldiers from Constantinople,

Among the large number of civilians, only 20,000 were able to take up arms and fight.

The combined casualties from the Ottoman Janissaries and ordinary artillery fire amounted to 80,000, with the casualty ratio on both sides being one to four.

However, Muhammad had an army of 600,000, while he only had 20,000 men. Muhammad could afford to lose people, but the Roman Empire could not. The new Ottoman emperor did not care about the food route or the coastline harassment. He wanted to sacrifice tens of thousands of Janissaries at the cost of huge casualties. Even if it meant human lives, he would destroy Constantinople alive! They even began to slaughter horses on a large scale to eat their meat and drink their blood. Anyway, cavalry could not play any role in this siege.

Those ogres even returned to their old ways. After another thunderous assault, they returned to their own positions with a large number of Roman soldiers' corpses. Then, in front of the Roman Empire, they chopped up the corpses and cooked them, feasting on them while shocking the Roman soldiers and the Janissaries.

For a moment, Emperor Constantine looked at the dilapidated Theodosian Walls and the precarious capital of the empire and felt that he could not bear it anymore. He tried to send envoys to communicate with the Sultan and even proposed to send General Mahmud back unconditionally, and then cut off Sultan Orhan’s head and send it to Muhammad. The Eastern Roman Empire once again surrendered and was willing to acknowledge the Ottoman Empire as its overlord in order to ask for its withdrawal. However, the only response he got was the Ottoman Empire’s increasingly fierce and terrifying attack like the waves.

1453 December 5

Emperor Constantine went to the front line in person, commanding the soldiers to resist and boosting the morale of the army. He personally rushed to the front line to fight, transformed into a dragon, and burned the enemy's flesh and blood with ferocious dragon flames. The smell of bloody rust and the burnt smell of carbonized flesh and blood filled the entire battlefield. The Tenth Legion, the Janissaries of the Iron Hands stood a hundred meters away. During this time, they also learned Aenarion's three-line formation, weaving endless dense shooting in the air. Hundreds of bullets whizzed and smashed the purple dragon scales, accompanied by splattering blood, and penetrated into Constantine's body.

However, even though the Roman emperor was seriously injured, he acted as if nothing had happened in front of everyone. With a breath of dragon flame, he turned the small-scale three-line formation into a scorching hell. He dragged his bloody body to kill the enemies on the front line. He finally repelled the Ottoman Empire's tidal offensive and hurriedly retreated to the palace.

After seeing the emperor covered in wounds and looking pale, the imperial physician checked him in panic and found that the problem was a bit serious. The emperor had lost too much blood. This was easy to cure. It was a matter of healing magic. If it didn't work, he could use the healing magic to restore the damaged physique.

However, he was hit by thirty-three bullets in his body and turned back into human form. The bullets scattered in the dragon shape that was dozens of meters long, along with the changing flesh and blood, shrank back into the elf form that was more than two meters high, causing many bullets to retract directly into the chest cavity and stick to the internal organs. This problem was very serious and he had to undergo surgery immediately to remove the bullets, and then heal the wounds and rest for a while.

"No, there are more than 30 cuts all over my body, some of which went straight to my internal organs. I estimate that I will have to stay in bed for a week after you cut me like this. This will be a huge blow to the morale of the soldiers on the front line."

Constantine endured the pain and discomfort caused by the friction between his muscles and the lead bullets and spoke out to stop it.

"Use a healing spell to heal my skin wounds. I can still hold on and continue fighting."

"Your Majesty, this is not a joke! Even if you are a dragon with a different physique from ordinary people, you can't fight so hard! The soldiers on the front line share the same hatred and the citizens of Constantinople are united. Even without you supervising the battle on the front line, the soldiers can still defend the city walls!"

The imperial physician said in surprise, and just as the two were arguing about the treatment, suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in the inner room of the palace and came in front of the emperor. This sudden change made Constantine widen his eyes in surprise, and the Phoenix Guards who were the imperial guards also broke out in a cold sweat. Some of them raised their shields to block the emperor, and some of them waved halberds to surround the woman who suddenly appeared!

What the hell, the entire city of Constantinople was shrouded in an anti-magic array, and all space spells could not be used, let alone the most heavily guarded inner chambers of the palace! Even the Lord of the White Tower could only teleport within Constantinople, and had no way to teleport into the palace.

The only person who can teleport in the palace is the Roman emperor! But what is the situation of this woman right now? ? ?

Chapter 308: Roman Gods

Facing the fully armed and extremely nervous crowd, the charming woman smiled slightly, raised her hands high above her head, and gave a French military salute to show that she meant no harm.

"Who are you? How did you get in? How did you break through this spatial restriction that has been passed down by successive Roman emperors?"

Emperor Constantine stared at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. There was a huge difference in attire between the upper nobles and the lower common people in Constantinople. She was wearing a loose and simple linen gown, all white, which was an ordinary dress that only common people would wear.

However, her graceful shoulders were draped in an extremely luxurious and gorgeous silk robe. She did not dare to use red or purple, which were only used by nobles, so the base color of the cloak was bright orange-yellow, and it was embroidered with bright pink flowers. Her every move revealed the lewdness of a prostitute. Under her long black hair, her charming face showed an obscene and seductive smile.

"Your Majesty, my daughter's name is Diorena.

You hold the great power that all Roman emperors once possessed, but which you ultimately abandoned."

Diolena looked at the emperor lovingly. Constantine XI gazed at her dissolute face and passionate eyes, and found that he could not see through the woman in front of him at all.

"I can travel through any space and break any restrictions. Even the anti-teleportation array set up by Emperor Constantine a thousand years ago is nothing more than a purple curtain to me. I can come in with a slight push. I can use this ability to help you kill Sultan Muhammad."

"After several days of fierce attacks, not only you can't hold on, the Ottoman Empire is also somewhat unable to hold on. The legion commanders treat their soldiers as private property. Your war commander cut off their important way to replenish the Janissaries: the Black Sea slave trade. Muhammad also ordered them to send their private soldiers to die day and night. All the legion commanders don't want to continue fighting. They are just following the Sultan's orders.

Now, as soon as Muhammad dies, the siege of Constantinople will be lifted immediately, and even the entire empire will experience great turmoil."

"Why should I trust you?"

Constantine stared at the charming woman, not knowing who she was or what she wanted to do.

Night attack, group six; nine four nine three'six one's third five. Diolena did not speak, but waved her hand frivolously. Constantine felt much more comfortable, and the pain from the bullet stuck between his flesh and bones gradually eased.

He looked at Diorena in confusion and found that there was a bloody broken lead bullet in her hand.

The imperial physician was horrified and quickly looked at the emperor's wound. He discovered that this damn woman could not only use space magic within the palace's restrictions, but could even remove the bullet from the emperor's body without damaging any skin or flesh! This ability even went beyond the scope of magic!

"Ding Dong."

Diolena confidently loosened her fingers, letting the bloody broken bullet fall to the marble floor, making a crisp and pleasant sound. Then, in full view of everyone, she used her slender jade fingers to take out the second broken bullet from the emperor's body at a distance of dozens of meters, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth!

"Jing-dong, jing-dong, jing-dong!"

The Phoenix Guards were dumbfounded. This woman was performing a magic trick. With a flick of her finger, she was able to take out the bullets in the emperor's body and throw them at her feet. At such a close distance, no one could understand how she did it. After the thirty-third ding-dong, all the bullets in the emperor's body had been taken out.

"Now, does your Majesty believe it?"

In addition to shock, there was a hint of excitement in Constantine's eyes. If this woman could really assassinate Muhammad, then the siege of Constantinople could be lifted today!

He excitedly walked down from the throne, personally grasped Diorena's white, blood-stained hand, led her to the seat for distinguished guests, and personally held her slender waist as she sat down, giving her full face.

"I believe that you can bring a turnaround for Constantinople and the Roman Empire, but what is the price?"

"I ask to become a saint."

Diorena smiled and looked at the emperor himself.

"So simple?"

Constantine was somewhat surprised and somewhat unable to understand. A woman with such means actually asked for nothing more than a simple saint?

"It's not that simple, Your Majesty."

Diorena said with a smile.

“I have said before that I hold the powerful force that successive Roman emperors once possessed but was eventually abandoned by you. The saint I want is not a saint from the Eastern Orthodox Church, but a saint from the Roman polytheism. I demand that the Roman Empire abandon its current beliefs, rebuild the Pantheon, and return to the glory of the gods!

That man who rose up in Asia Minor is just one of the gods, but he claims to be the only one in the world worthy of worship! It's ridiculous! "

A hint of anger towards Christ appeared on Diolenna's beautiful and lustful face. She stood up suddenly, and a bloody and terrifying illusion slowly unfolded behind her, revealing a suffocating pressure. It was a dog-headed giant sitting on a brass throne with a red scarf around its neck.

"Mars, the God of War and Glory, is the father of the first Roman king and the ancestor of the Romans. He protected the Roman Republic from growing from a city-state to a vast empire that sits on the Mediterranean Sea! All Roman soldiers fought under the protection of the God of War and Glory!"

Diorena's impassioned tone suddenly turned into charming and coquettish, and the phantom of the second god unfolded again from behind her. It was a naked god who was so beautiful that she was beyond description. Her nearly perfect body and appearance were shrouded in a layer of pink mist. In the eyes of everyone, it reflected the appearance that they most desired in their hearts.

"Venus, the goddess of love and art, has blessed every couple, poet and painter in the empire for thousands of years, and ensured that every baby in the empire was born. Archimedes and Cicero prayed to her and sought her protection, which led to their great achievements."

There are more and more phantoms of gods behind Diorenna, and each phantom exudes suffocating pressure and power.

“Kris, the god of agriculture and healing, has protected the health of the crops, crops, and livestock of the people of the empire for hundreds of years.

Minerva, the goddess of wisdom and change, bestows infinite wisdom upon the Senate and guides you.

The ancestors founded the Senate, founded the Legion, founded and maintained this entire empire! There are also Jupiter, Juno, Neptune..."