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Every time Diorena mentioned a god, a terrifying figure would appear behind her. By the time she had finished speaking, the entire inner chamber of the palace had been obscured by the glory of the twelve ancient Roman gods.

After that, there were Roman emperors such as Augustus and Trajan, who were deified after their death.

"And you have abandoned the Roman gods who once protected you, leaving them in the sea of ​​chaos, forgotten by the world."

Diorena looked at the Romans sitting there sadly and changed the subject.

"But it doesn't matter. They made me the messenger of the gods, the chosen one of the gods. They asked me to tell you something. As long as your majesty rebuilds the Pantheon and restores the empire's faith in the gods, you will become the new chosen one of the gods. The achievements you are about to achieve will be greater than those of the former chosen ones of the gods, Augustus and Caesar."

Chapter 309: The Temptation of Divine Power

Constantine was a little confused after hearing this. What she asked for was not a small matter, but a major matter of changing the foundation of the country! How could such a thing be changed by a single order from the emperor? I want the Orthodox Church and the Catholic Church to reconcile. There are a lot of people in Constantinople who are making trouble, claiming that "I would rather worship the Sultan's white turban than the Pope's triple crown."

The Orthodox and Catholic Churches all believe in God. They have become so chaotic just because of some minor differences in doctrine. Now, you want me to directly change Christianity to Roman polytheism? I am crazy. If I announce my conversion on the first day, my head will be hung at the door of Hagia Sophia the next day. From the Marshal of the Guards to the Prime Minister, everyone is suspected.

Constantine immediately expressed his concerns and considerations. The Phoenix Guards also frowned and whispered. There are 20 million elves in Greece and Asia Minor, half of them are Orthodox Christians and half are Muslims. You want them to return to the Roman polytheism of a thousand years ago. This is too difficult, almost an impossible task. Tens of millions of people have believed all their lives that God is the only God. Now you say that there are actually many true gods in the world. Wouldn’t that kill the faith they have believed in all their lives and pull out the backbone they have stood up for all their lives?

"Your Majesty, all I ask is that you, as the emperor, declare Roman polytheism to be orthodox, and that the gods acknowledge God as the true God, but He is not the only God. Then, you canonize me as the Chosen One of the Gods, the Saint of polytheism. That's all I ask. I will help Your Majesty solve the rest of your concerns."

Diorena said with a smile, as if the other party's words were all within her expectations.

“Moreover, as an emperor, you have read ancient books and know that we are right—the gods do exist. From Scipio’s defeat of Carthage to Caesar’s occupation of Gaul, they have always protected the Roman Empire. However, during the Crisis of the Third Century, a small accident occurred and the gods had disagreements. They supported each other’s agents and even came down to earth to start a bloody battle. This war involving the mortal world and the Chaos Sea tore apart the Roman Empire and the Chaos Sea. In the end, Aurelian, the incarnation of the sun god Asuryan, won the final victory.

But the gods were also badly hurt, and were shamelessly attacked one by one by Jesus, resulting in the final winner of the Crisis of the Third Century being Constantine the Great. He converted to Christianity, moved the capital to Constantinople, and the gods were forced to leave. From then on, mortals could no longer bask in the glory of the gods. After that, Rome also gradually declined from a huge empire with the Mediterranean as its inland lake to the small corner of the world it is today.

Now, the gods have recovered their strength and appointed me as their messenger. This matter was started by your ancestor Constantine I, and it should be ended by you, Constantine XI. "

"This matter has a huge impact. Please let me think about it carefully. Come, prepare a room for the chosen one and serve him well."

Constantine scratched his head in pain, unsure.

"Then I will wait for your Majesty's decision. Your Majesty, please allow me to say one last sentence: Has the God you believe in answered your prayers in this most desperate moment?"

Diorena didn't force him. After saying the last sentence, she nodded and retreated.

It doesn’t matter. The Ottomans’ crazy offensive will force him to accept his conditions.

After asking Diorena to leave, Constantine took the Emperor of Trebizond: John Komnenos to the battlefield again and fought a desperate bloody battle with the enemy. The head of the Komnenos family was indeed powerful. Although his attack power was not strong and he could not defeat a legion commander, with his healing ability of bringing the dead to life, even a legion commander-level figure could not defeat him. The damage he caused was not as fast as the speed at which the Phoenix Fire healed himself, and the healing speed of his wounds was simply outrageous.

Looking at the flaming phoenix blocking the city gate, Muhammad directly sent out his most lethal legion commander: Perturabo. As a result, her devastating destructive spells were only slightly faster than John's speed in repairing the damage. With the assistance of other Komnenos members in treatment, they were still able to block his offensive.

The Komnenos of Trabzon were like a never-extinguished wall of phoenix fire, blocking the Ottoman Empire's offensive.

The Palaiologos of the Roman Empire relied on the dragon's excellent destructive power and mobility to continue harassing the enemy and fought fiercely! Another three days passed, and the Romans suffered 5,000 casualties, while the Ottomans suffered another 20,000 casualties.

Muhammad is already overwhelmed. Fine, under the protection of the Theodosian Walls, I will sacrifice four lives to exchange

Lose a Roman, right? Then change! The population of the Ottoman Empire is 20 million! The elite Janissaries are 200,000, and the vassal army and slave army add up to more than one million! There are only a few hundred thousand people left in Constantinople. Even if 400,000 people die in the battle, Constantinople must be taken down by me!!!

1453 5 Month 26 Day.

Aenarion received an urgent report that the emperor ordered him not to attack the food supply route anymore. Constantinople was already unable to hold on. Take all the troops, baggage, and food you can muster, and return to Constantinople as soon as possible to help defend the city.

Aenarion sighed worriedly, he never expected that things in Constantinople had developed to this point. A few days ago, the emperor was still discussing with him about Diolenna's request for the Roman Empire to convert. How come in just three days, Constantinople looked like it was about to be conquered?

He made some arrangements and dispatched 5,000 Tatar horse archers, carrying his own flag, to continue the harassment, pretending that he was still here, and to delay the three legions, the White Scars, the Midnight Lords, and the Salamanders, for as long as possible.

Then he quickly returned to Constantinople with all his soldiers to help defend the city.

1453 December 5

Aenarion's huge fleet sailed into the Golden Horn and anchored in a safe dock. A large number of fully armed soldiers rushed towards the Walls of Theodosius as soon as they got off the boat. Aenarion could hardly believe his eyes: more than a month ago, there were 192 towering wizard towers and triple city walls stretching for thousands of miles here.

And now, all that was left here were the trembling and broken ruins in the artillery fire. Several sections of the Theodosian Wall were almost razed to the ground by the Ottoman artillery fire. The Roman soldiers then built new defenses on the ruins, which were then flattened by cannons - after repeating this several times, the entire land was torn apart and flattened. The corpses of the soldiers on both sides, like a carpet woven of iron and flesh, densely covered the entire battlefield, and the dripping blood accumulated in the large pits made by the artillery fire into a scarlet lake of death.

"You are finally here, Warmaster. My soldiers haven't slept for two days and two nights. They have reached their limit. The next wave of Ottoman attacks is coming soon. Hurry up and replace your men!"

Emperor of Trebizond: John Komnenos said breathlessly, his gorgeous armor was splattered with dirty mud and blood, the crown of Trebizond was long gone, his dirty golden hair hung down in a mess, and his handsome face was completely covered by a layer of solidified blood scab. If it weren't for the purple-gold phoenix fire wrapped all over his body, no one would be able to recognize his identity.

The elven soldiers who came to support from Trabzon looked even more miserable than their emperor. Many of them had their arms and legs blown off and were carried off the battlefield. After repelling another Ottoman attack, many elven soldiers fell headfirst into a sea of ​​corpses and blood and fell asleep. Others were so scared that they thought he was dead too.

"I'll take over right away. Tell me about the situation in Constantinople. Has anything happened while I was away?"

Aenarion asked doubtfully, and John immediately recounted everything briefly, including the conversation between Emperor Constantine and Theoluna, who claimed to be the Chosen One of the Gods.

"Oh, by the way, is that the Helmet of Asuryan you are wearing? Oh, the sacred fire inside has gone out. Did any Komnenos help you rekindle the Phoenix Fire?"

After John finished speaking, he stared at the Warmaster's helmet.

[Helm of Asuryan] (Purple): Defense +4, Fire Immune. Once a day, when you die, you can be reborn in flames.

"Francesca lit it for me, Despot of Epirus."

Aenarion spoke the truth.

"She said that Phoenix Fire has several forms, and she only inherited one of them, so she can only ignite a part of it."

"Well, she is a side branch after all. We in Trabzon are the main branch. Although the Phoenix Fire we inherited has degraded a lot compared to Emperor Aurelian, it is indeed closer to the origin of Asuryan. Stand still. I will try to help you light it for the empire."

John barely raised his finger and released a wisp of purple phoenix flame, which ignited the helmet. In an instant, the phoenix decorated with pure gold on the top of Asuryan's helmet had two purple-gold phoenix flames burning in its eyes.

[Helm of Asuryan] (Purple): Defense +6, Fire Immune. Once a day, when you die, you can be reborn in flames.

(Phoenix Flame): Consume 1 mana and heal 5 health (for every additional mana consumed, heal an additional 1 health).

Well, after being ignited by the new Phoenix Fire, the Helm of Asuryan is one step closer to being complete, with two points of defense increased, and an additional skill, Phoenix Flame, which can convert 1 mana into 5 life. The ratio is similar to [Vitality], which converts 1 mana into 5 extra life of Psionic Bones, but this one can not only protect yourself, but also heal others.

At this time, Aenarion had also finished listening to John's narration about Diolenna and fell into a state of shock.

There's something wrong with this woman! The gods were repelled and fled to the Chaos Sea. According to the intelligence on the gods that she had collected over the years, Tiamat's death could not be complete. The backup she left behind was the Palaeologus clan. Indrognir had a deep understanding of this.

Asuryan, the sun god Helios, had died long ago, leaving only a little remaining power. He had to find a way to ignite the divine fire on his helmet in order to wake him up. It is said that in the end

The flames of Egypt.

Bloody Hand Cain, also known as the Greek Ares, the Roman Mars, the ancestor of the Romans. His sword is in his hand. This man is even more heavyweight. He died without leaving any message. Until now, he still doesn't know how to restore the former power of Cain's sword that conquered the world.

You're saying now that these people are alive and have returned? Then what about the pile of broken artifacts that you collected?

Aenarion instinctively felt that something was wrong. After carefully questioning some Phoenix Guards, he discovered that the descriptions of John and all the Phoenix Guards were all extremely beautiful, fascinating, and their faces showed an expression of intoxication. Why did they feel exactly like himself and the God of Slaanesh, the Devil of Slaanesh.

You...is this really the chosen one of the Roman gods?

Chapter 310: Reduced to Ashes

Aenarion hurriedly told Constantine this top-secret information in private, looking at the emperor's uncertain face with worry.

As the two were talking, the deafening fire of Muhammad's cannon and the shaking earth forced a halt to their conversation. Aenarion bowed, turned back to the front line, and took the Varangian Guards and Phalanx soldiers he had withdrawn from the front line and threw them into the meat grinder of the two Roman Empires.

These fearless Janissaries once again launched an attack despite their own ferocious artillery fire. The Iron Warriors' deafening artillery fire did not stop until the Janissaries rushed into the walls of Theodosius. Dense shells whistled across the sky and fell like raindrops on the long-range positions of Constantinople. Forget normal shooting. With such a dense artillery bombardment, Aenarion did not dare to let his soldiers form a dense phalanx. If they really did, and were hit by a cannon, the entire company would be wiped out.

There was no other way. The Ottomans forced the phalanx soldiers to form a skirmish formation and start shooting and harassing. When the enemy rushed to them, a large number of soldiers formed into a spear phalanx to counter the charge of the Janissaries. The dense spears stabbed towards the charging Janissaries.

Afterwards, the second, third, fourth and fifth rows of soldiers also rushed to the broken city wall with roars, and pierced their companions' shoulders with their extraordinary spears. They stretched across the battlefield, and the overwhelming spear tips turned into an impenetrable steel wall. They relied on the advantage of the spear formation to resist the Janissaries. The other side was not to be outdone. The soldiers in the front row carried large shields and resisted the output of the super-long spear formation like a steel wall, and the soldiers in the back row took out Ottoman muskets and opened fire, making the densely packed spearmen fall down like weeds!

This time, the charge was launched by the 10th Legion of Iron Hands. Under a fluttering flag, a commander of the Iron Hands led the 10th Legion of Janissaries to charge forward. He was wearing extremely heavy full-body plate armor, wielding a giant hammer as big as that of an adult man, and his whole body was burning with the golden holy fire of Allah.

Every time he swung his hammer, he could break seven or eight spear shafts, or turn two or three soldiers into pulp. He was so brave that he boosted the morale of the Janissaries and defeated the Romans. His desire to kill accelerated the swinging of the hammer, and every blow could create a big hole in the ground. The blood of the Roman soldiers flowed from their shattered bodies, slowly filling the big holes.

"Who is that person? Do you know him?"

Aenarion cast an Identify spell on the man and discovered that he was Amadeus Ducain, a cleric of fifteenth level.

"Amadeus Ducain, he is the commander of the Tenth Legion and a fierce general under Philus Manus."

Several soldiers reported immediately.

Aenarion nodded. When he was upgraded to level 11 and learned six-ring magic, his strength increased dramatically again. He certainly couldn't beat a legion commander of that level, but he could give it a try against the elites below the legion commander.

Aenarion waited for his chance. When another round of Ottoman artillery shells blew the city walls to pieces, he seized the five-second gap in the artillery bombardment, left the bunker directly, climbed up the broken city wall, quickly cast a spell, retracted the four fingers of his right hand, and only extended the index finger, aiming at the iron hand fighting on the front line.

Instantly, a beam of emerald green laser light, accompanied by a dazzling scorching light and violently trembling air, whistled out! It accurately hit Amadeus' body! The terrifying energy instantly created dense and terrifying cracks on his armor that were like spider webs, and then the armor of special texture was turned into ashes, and was broken into molecular forms that were invisible to the naked eye in the emerald green magic light.

[Sixth Ring Transformation: Disintegration]: Consumes 11 mana points, shoots a disintegration ray, causing 22~132 damage to the target, and attempts to disintegrate the target into a molecular state (for every additional mana point consumed, the damage increases by 1~2 points)

And this was just a normal spellcasting. Aenarion used the technique of instant spell casting to instantly cast a [Synchronize], and then synchronized it with a [Disintegrate], resulting in this terrifying six-ring magic being released instantly.

At the same time, his split second personality, the head of the skeleton giant, howled and cast the third [Dissociation Technique]! Three disintegration rays hit Amadeus at the same time in an extremely dazzling light and trembling air!

This was not the end. After completing the special technique of casting three consecutive spells, Aenarion directly used the newly learned sixth-ring psychic power [Time Acceleration]. In the strange and unpredictable psychic light, his own time field was suddenly accelerated, so that the outside world slowed down as if time had stopped. The noisy battlefield suddenly fell into a dead silence, so quiet that Aenarion was

Narion could hear his own heartbeat. All the soldiers who were fighting hard with their weapons raised high were like sculptures, frozen in a stagnant time field. Even the two beams of disintegration rays that were emitted later were suspended in the air, like two emerald green meteors nailed to the sky.

During the six seconds of accelerated time, he repeated the above steps, cast three spells in succession, performed six disintegration spells in a row, and blasted out six disintegration rays!

Aenarion was still not satisfied. After the six seconds of accelerated time ended, he used [Fourth Ring Change: Swift Burst] to borrow three seconds from the future. During this extra time, he cast his seventh [Dissociation]!!!

This was quite terrifying. In Aenarion's eyes, he had only used 15 seconds to cast seven spells in a row, which was just a little faster than normal.

In Amadeus' eyes, Aenarion's spellcasting skills were quite terrifying. In just six seconds, this guy threw seven spells at him? ! And they were seven six-ring magics! Even the most lethal and terrifying disintegration spell among the six-ring magics? ! How did he do this? ? ?

Before he could react, seven emerald green disintegration rays had already bombarded him one after another. The enchanted armor helped him block one beam, the anti-magic amulet quickly swallowed one beam, Allah's magic helped him offset one beam, and he hurriedly used magic to counterattack one beam, but this was already his limit.

A disintegration ray passed through his chest, another ray hit his face, and the last ray whistled directly into his heart! The Iron Hands soldiers widened their eyes in horror, watching the general's flesh and blood covered with strange magical cracks. Those cracks emitted a strange emerald green fluorescence, and the dazzling light almost completely engulfed Amadeus's body.

"Captain...I am sorry that I failed to complete your mission..."

Amadeus struggled to finish his last sentence, and then his entire body was torn apart by three beams of disintegration rays, decomposing into billions of ashes invisible to the naked eye, and disappeared from the world without leaving a trace.

Chapter 311: Hands of Steel

Following the death of their commander, the Iron Hands commandos were in great chaos, and the Janissaries looked at Aenarion in horror, as if he were looking at a terrifying demon.

However, what they didn't know was that Aenarion paid a huge price to complete the six seconds and seven spells that exceeded his limit: his entire body was in a state of trembling due to the accelerated time field, every bone in his body was wailing, and every muscle was shaking.

Because he borrowed three seconds of time from the future, he fell into a coma for a full six seconds. He just stood there with a blank mind and could not react at all. This was a huge consumption of his magic power. Seven six-ring disintegration spells, a six-ring time acceleration, a four-ring swift burst, and an instant super-magic one-ring synchronization spell consumed a total of 101 of his magic power. Even with dual professions and twice as much mana as an ordinary person, Inarion only had 357 points of mana. This burst could be performed at most three times a day.

Sisida stood beside her master worriedly, putting on a fierce look, scaring the Iron Hands so that they dared not come forward. Although her body had grown extremely mature and sexy with the help of the pet contract, and her slender waist dragged two proud plump breasts, swaying in the air with flesh-colored ripples, her face still maintained the appearance of a childish child, even with some baby fat. She helped Aenarion survive the fatal six seconds and gradually returned to normal.

Aenarion touched Sisina's golden scales to express his gratitude. Just as he was about to order a counterattack, a horrifying roar sounded outside the city wall! An iron-gray Gorgon, several times larger than Sisina, dominated the battlefield amid the hissing threats of thousands of venomous snakes, casting its shadow on the walls of Constantinople. The bloodthirsty killing intent almost turned into a substantial wave of death, spreading in all directions! Some soldiers foamed at the mouth, fainted in her killing intent, and fell to the ground.

The commander of the 10th Legion, the Iron Hands: Filth Manus.

"Is she your sister?"

Aenarion asked quietly, the giant snake that died and was petrified in the silver mines of Laurelion should be the ancestor of all the Gorgons in this area.

"I don't know. When I was born, there were only Medusa and sister Euryale in the nest. They were soon driven out by our mother."

Sisina had a bewildered look on her face. Aenarion immediately summoned Medusa and Euryale, the two monster mercenaries, before the giant snake came over. They asked about Philus's situation. The two older Gorgons were also bewildered, saying that they had never seen such a big Gorgon. She was almost as big as her mother. Such a huge thing... must be at least five hundred years old.

"Hey, three little snakes? It is said that the warmaster of the Eastern Roman Empire, a small mortal, actually occupied the Laurion Silver Mine, the mother's nest. Is the old thing really dead?"

Philus looked at the three little Gorgons and did not attack them immediately. Instead, she asked jokingly.

"Yes, yes, sister."

Sisina looked at the huge beast whose pressure was almost the same as her mother's. Her body trembled uncontrollably and she said tremblingly that she was her mother's last offspring anyway, so it would be right to call the Gorgon an elder when she met him.

"Cute little thing,

Don't join my Iron Hands. That old man is dead. I am the strongest Gorgon in the entire Greek world! I plan to search for all my sisters and form a Gorgon Guard to become the top force of the Iron Hands Legion. Why don't you three surrender with courtesy and still keep your title as generals? "

Philus didn't take Aenarion seriously at all and directly proposed a price.

Aenarion was also very decisive. He first used reconnaissance skills to observe the intelligence of the legion commander. However, his own spells failed to penetrate the opponent's iron-gray snake scales - this guy had a high resistance to magic.

Aenarion gave up the spell bombardment and cast Transfiguration on himself, transforming directly into a demon! The cold and terrifying demonic energy spread out like a tide, making the nearby Janissaries and Roman soldiers tremble with fear, as if they were falling into an ice cave. A huge six-armed giant, wielding six huge weapons, slashed at Filus herself!

"clang!!!"

The six weapons made sparks and clanging sounds as they chopped the Gorgon's iron-grey scales, but they did not break her defense. This Gorgon was somewhat scary. The arms of her human body were also densely covered with iron-grey snake scales. Her defense was extremely strong. No wonder she was called the Hands of Iron.

Philus screamed, and her gray hair moved without wind. Thousands of poisonous snakes at the ends of her hair opened their mouths and let out creepy hissing sounds. Tens of thousands of snake pupils emitted a terrifying yellow halo. A few people who accidentally saw the halo were directly turned into lifeless stone sculptures.

However, what Philus didn't know was that Aenarion had already obtained the Gorgon's petrification ability and basic immunity to petrification through his petrification contract with Sisina. The Gorgon's petrification had no effect on him. Instead, Aenarion took advantage of this opportunity and swung the Sword of Khaine directly at her face, but was bitten by hundreds of thick and strong hair snakes, and the sword could not cut it at all!

"call--"

Seeing that her petrification ability was ineffective, Philus immediately switched to physical attacks. The pair of iron-gray wings that grew from her graceful waist flapped, dragging the huge beast high into the sky. The more than 30-meter-long iron-scale snake tail wrapped around Aenarion's waist like a chain, trying to pull him into the sky and then throw him to death.

Sisina screamed and flew up with her blue-gold wings. Her blue-gold snake tail wrapped around Filus' neck. Her black hair turned into thousands of green dragon skulls, which entangled with her thousands of iron-gray pythons and bit each other! Seeing her sister suffer, Yurielle also flapped her demon wings and took off suddenly, wrapping around the python's right arm and joining the fierce battle.

The Gorgon's wings are not designed for flying. The bones of flying creatures such as birds and dragons are hollow and very light, and their bodies are also streamlined, suitable for flying. Their muscle density and body weight are just above average among all monsters. After all, their flying speed is there. Almost all dragons have very elegant streamlined bodies, and only a few types of dragons are muscular.

The bones of the Gorgons are solid, and their muscle density is terrifyingly high, allowing them to easily strangle and crush every bone of their enemies. Their body weight is terrifying, and their strong muscles allow them to eat and digest food that is much heavier than themselves - when Sisina was a small snake, she could eat an adult alive.

However, this physical condition meant that it was extremely difficult for them to fly. The wings behind their waists were for the Gorgons to glide in Greece, where 70% of the land was mountainous. At most, they could fly for a short time like a chicken or a duck. It was already difficult for Philus to fly while dragging a giant, and then she was dragged by two little Golgons. Philus fell directly to the ground, and the trembling earth splashed up dust all over the sky. The iron-scaled snake's tail drew several magnificent and winding iron scale marks in the air, and a fierce battle began with the man and two snakes!

Several Gorgons were immune to petrification, so they could only use the most primitive melee methods. However, Aenarion found that Philus was of the same type as himself. Her attack power was not as exaggerated as Llane and Perturabo, but her defense was terrifyingly high. Her iron-gray snake scales were comparable to steel, and she had extremely high magic resistance like a dragon. After a few moves, the two sides found that neither of them could break the other's defense, turning this fierce battle into a stalemate.

Chapter 312: The Saint of Chaos

Philus and the Tenth Legion could not take the city after a long siege. They were in a stalemate with Aenarion and fought for three hours, but neither could break the other's defense. The strangulation technique that the Gorgon was proud of could not be used due to the obstruction of the other three Gorgons. Philus got tired of fighting and led her men to retreat. Then, a purple-gold flaming phoenix screamed across the sky.

Aenarion was overjoyed, thinking that the Komnenos family's support had arrived, but the next second, a flaming blade slashed fiercely in his chest, almost cutting the psychic skeleton that was protecting his life in half!

"This guy is quite tough. My hands are numb from chopping it."