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The flying phoenix flames condensed into human form on the battlefield covered with corpses. Fulgrim's fair body was naked, but she used the blazing phoenix flames to weave a weightless flaming dress for herself. The bright purple-gold flames matched her delicate skin like white jade. A gorgeous long sword gleaming with golden light drew brilliant golden arcs in the air as her jade fingers danced.

Aenarion fought for three hours, panting.

He had long been exhausted and his magic power was used up. It was difficult for him to even defeat a legion commander, let alone a regiment commander. He immediately retreated with the three Gorgon sisters who were equally exhausted.

Under the triple amplification and mana bombardment of Astariel, Artemisia, and Yrel, the four-headed dragon Indrognir and the Khorne madman Valkia joined forces to fight, Mariana hid in the darkness to launch a sneak attack, and six level 11 magical pets joined hands to launch a fierce attack on Fulgrim!

Swords spun, claws attacked, Indrognir, Valkia, and Mariana, the three melee warriors surrounded Fulgrim and revolved around her like a revolving lantern. In a fierce battle, Fulgrim used the Phoenix Flame to transform it into a raging sea of ​​fire, and faced off against Indrognir's four dragon breaths of fire, thunder, ice, and acid. He wielded the sword in his right hand, and it collided and intersected with Valkia's spear in the air, clanging. He even had enough strength to block Valkia's spear with one sword and force back the invisible leopard that attacked with one sword.

However, Astariel continued to cast spells and launch sneak attacks, Yrel shot dragon blood arrows enchanted with white dragon frost into vital points one after another, and Artemisia directly controlled several Janissaries of the Legion of the Sons of the Caliph, making these loyal soldiers attack their own legion commander, forcing Fulgrim into a dilemma. The six of them combined to fight against a legion commander with good combat effectiveness, but the result was a draw.

After fighting for two or three hours, Fulgrim was also very tired. He turned into phoenix flames and dissipated, retreating. Giriman led the 13th Legion to launch the third wave of attack! The six familiars were also exhausted by Fulgrim's attack. Two hours was not enough for Aenarion to recover. He could only let the mages of the White Tower deal with the attack. After the 13th Legion retreated, the 16th Legion, the Word Bearers, led by Lorgar, launched a fierce attack! Forcing Aenarion to fight again with his exhausted body - well, fortunately, this legion leader is relatively weak, and the oppression is not that strong.

After two rounds of fighting, when Lorgar retreated, the 21st Legion, renamed the Scythe of Fatih, rushed over again! Aenarion knew why Constantine asked him to come back. The Ottomans had been fighting in rotation for seven days, leaving no time for rest. They had so many legion commanders and elites that they could rest continuously, with six shifts. Each legion only fought once or twice a day, and the battle lasted for four hours.

But the upper echelons of Rome only had this much strength. Palaiologos' dragon had long been crippled, Komnenos' phoenix could still hold on thanks to its rebirth ability, and the White Tower was also badly beaten. They worked in three shifts, and their combat time was twice that of the Ottoman legions! It was not easy to hold on for seven days, and no one could bear it if the fighting continued like this.

When Aenarion first fought the Tenth Legion, the Iron Hands, he was still thinking about how to defeat Filth.

When Aenarion fought the 16th Legion of the Word Bearers for the second time, he was also thinking about how to kill this legion master who was as weak as Giriman.

When Aenarion took his third shift and went to war with the 4th Legion of the Iron Warriors, he was so exhausted that he could only defend himself and had no chance to fight back.

And when he was on guard duty for the fourth time the next day, he was no longer thinking about how to defeat the enemy. He was only thinking about how to better conserve his physical strength and magic power. It would be good enough if he could hold on. Counterattack? What the hell.

Constantine was very worried when he saw the reinforcements brought by Aenarion, which were also on the verge of collapse under the repeated charges of the Ottoman Legion. His own men had only lasted for seven days. The Venetians were even clamoring for more money if they continued to fight like this. At this rate, Aenarion's soldiers could only last seven days at most. Muhammad was now attacking at all costs like a mad dog, and he really could not hold on any longer.

1453 December 5

Constantine sat steadily on the throne of the Roman emperor, his five fingers of his right hand tightly grasping the armrest of the throne with such strength that his knuckles turned white, as if what he held in his hands was not the armrest of the throne, but the entire empire.

He summoned the Roman war marshal Aenarion Angelos, the despot Thomas Palaiolos of Morea, the marshal of the guards Kate Ritter, and the emperor of Trebizond John Komnenos, and issued an edict announcing an extremely secret and extremely important matter. Then, with complicated expressions on the four people's faces, he strode out of the palace and walked into the bedroom of Theologia, the eternally chosen one.

"Why, Your Majesty, have you made up your mind?"

Diolena looked at the emperor with a smile. As expected, the Christian emperor would surrender under the fierce attack of the Ottomans. Such a small matter as conversion was nothing in the face of the threat of the destruction of the country and the family.

"I promise you, as long as you can kill Muhammad and make the Ottoman Empire withdraw its troops, I will immediately declare the Empire to return to the Roman Pantheon and make you a saint."

Constantine's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the beautiful woman.

"Use your invincible spatial ability to think of a solution! The Empire is running out of time!"

"Very good, the contract is done."

Diolena nodded with satisfaction. A strange feeling suddenly rushed into Emperor Constantine's body. Every muscle and every drop of her blood trembled in the terrifying power. Her soul was branded with a mark that could never be violated.

Before he could react, Diorena disappeared in the room, and once again used a teleportation-like ability in Constantinople, which was covered with anti-teleportation arrays.

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Diorena humming a little tune while walking on the streets of Constantinople

But this is not Constantinople. The sky is the thick and solid earth. Tall and majestic buildings are hanging upside down above the sky, extending downwards like stalactites.

On the ground, there is an endless blue sky. The sun rises from the west and sets in the east. The pedestrians on the road are a group of burning, colorful and strange souls rather than real flesh and blood entities.

If the soul color is completely white, it means that the person is relatively kind; if it is dark, it means that the person's soul is extremely evil. Mixed in between the two main tones of black and white are red, which represents radicalism and bellicosity, pink, which represents decadence and lust, and blue, which represents wisdom and love of learning... Each color represents a person's temperament. The colorful soul hangs upside down above the sky, walking leisurely.

Upside down, left to right, everything is going in reverse. This is the subspace, which corresponds to the physical world one by one, but is also opposite like the reflection in a mirror.

Diorena strolled leisurely inside the mirror world and came to the Theodosian Walls, casually crossing the bloody battlefield where countless souls were mixed together. Tens of thousands of souls of different colors and furious battles intertwined together, making the battlefield look like a colorful sea of ​​fire that spread to the end of the field of vision.

She walked casually through the sea of ​​fire, as if she was in a good mood. She reached her right hand into a Janissary, which was reflected in the subspace, and gently squeezed the pale red soul fire. The Janissary in the real world felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by an unknown object. He trembled all over and fell to the ground with a pale face. He was rushed upon by Roman soldiers and chopped into pieces by their swords.

Diorena nodded with satisfaction and continued to move forward. Soon, she arrived at the Sultan's Golden Tent and saw Muhammad's soul. The colors were very mottled, with the militant and radical red, the caring and gentle orange, the calm and composed green, and other contradictory colors gathered in the same soul. This was very rare.

The subspace corresponds to the physical world, just like when you take off your hat in the real world, you in the mirror will also lose your hat.

If you take away the heart of the person in the mirror, the people in the real world will also lose their heartbeats. Being able to travel freely between the subspace and the real universe is the power of God's choice that Diolena was given.

She calmly stretched out her hands, reached into the flame of Muhammad's soul, gently plucked out the Sultan's heart, carefully held up the burning soul heart, and revealed a refreshing smile - very good, the glory of the Chaos Gods will once again shine upon the Mediterranean world.

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Chapter 313: The New Emperor of Rome

1453 December 5

Aenarion led his troops to hold the broken part of Constantinople's wall, and fought with six Ottoman legions in succession. The two sides fought with corpses everywhere and blood flowed like a river. With the assistance of the White Tower Wizard and the treatment of the Komnenos, the war general of the Eastern Roman Empire relied on his terrifying defensive ability to fight with the six legion commanders in succession. The battle lasted from the early morning of the 29th until late at night. The tremendous pressure almost broke Aenarion. He even thought that Constantinople would fall today as if it was destined to fall.

There is only one hour left until the end of the 29th.

However, just after he and Philus, the Iron-Scale Gorgon, had fought for half an hour, and neither of them had left a scratch on the other's armor or scales, a horn of retreat was sounded from the Ottoman camp, and the Iron Hands Legion retreated hastily, which was rare just after the attack began.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the remaining soldiers, the 600,000 Ottoman troops that had been stationed outside Constantinople for two months, under the cover of night, split into six groups by legion and retreated in six different directions.

"The Turks have retreated? The Turks have retreated!"

A high elf covered in blood struggled to support his seriously injured body, stood up quickly, and shouted loudly in disbelief, his voice filled with emotions of victory and joy.

More wounded Roman soldiers got up from the ground in surprise, watching the white tents of the Turks that stretched to the end of the sight being taken away and placed one after another. Large numbers of soldiers, densely packed like ants, crawled away to the west. Hundreds of thousands of torches were like orange-red drops of water, gathering into rivers of flames, flowing into the distance, getting farther and farther away from Constantinople.

Various emotions such as excitement, excitement, and joy were brewing in their hearts. The soldiers shouted and laughed wildly to vent the fear, anxiety, panic, and pressure of the terrorist war in the past two months!

"We won! We won!!!"

"Get lost! The Turks and those traitorous elves!!!"

“Constantinople stands!!!”

"God protect Rome! God protect Rome!!!"

Looking at the retreating Ottomans, Aenarion breathed a sigh of relief. After a bloody battle for a whole day and night, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He sat down in a pool of blood, dazedly looking at the broken city walls and the cheering crowds around him. History has really changed. Now, it is May 1453, 5. Constantinople has not fallen. Muhammad has finally withdrawn his troops. Did Diolena, the Saint of Chaos, succeed?

"Warmaster! Emperor of Trebizond! Marshal of the Imperial Guards! His Majesty invites you to come to the palace immediately to discuss matters!"

At this moment, a eunuch hurried over from the direction of the palace, covered in blood and wounded. The three men nodded.

He raised his head and ordered the soldiers and craftsmen to repair the city wall immediately. After the repair, he celebrated and dragged his tired body to the palace. However, Aenarion's thoughts went back to the day before, when Emperor Constantine promised Diorena that he would abandon Christianity and restore the glory of polytheism. He was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to make Rome great again.

All for the Roman Empire.

When the three arrived at the palace, Diolena was already there. She was like a poppy that was incredibly beautiful, yet extremely dangerous and tempting, quietly blooming in the center of the palace.

All officials, including the Prime Minister, the Chief Accountant, the Director General of Taxation, the Minister of Finance of the Palace, the Governor-General of Gyeonggi, the Chief Secretary-General, the Assistant Director of State Affairs, the Chief Prosecutor, the Director of Gyeonggi Legal Affairs, etc., all gathered in the palace, ranking below the Emperor and on both sides of the Saint.

As the emperor's confidant, the Marshal of the Guards entered the court wearing armor and holding a phoenix halberd. Aenarion was qualified to enter the palace with a sword, but the Emperor of Trebizond left his weapon outside the hall. Now, in the entire palace, except for the Guards, only Aenarion held a sharp blade.

"Where is Muhammad's head?"

Constantine asked quietly from his seat on the throne.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. The Ottoman Empire is indeed powerful. Someone actually saw through my plan and tried to stop me. However, I still succeeded in killing the Sultan, but I was unable to bring back his head."

Diorena smiled frivolously.

"If the Sultan had not died, how could those legion commanders, who had long felt that the losses were too heavy and did not want their own soldiers to die, dare to withdraw their troops? And they also withdrew their troops to their garrisons separately? I have fulfilled my promise, Your Majesty, and now it is your turn to fulfill your own promise."

Constantine nodded slowly. The shackles branded on his blood and soul forced him to fulfill his promise. He ordered his attendants to bring out a roll of silk. He began to write and draw on it. Then he took out the imperial gold seal that had been passed down for thousands of years. It was said that Octavian melted all the crowns of Carthage, Gaul, Egypt, and Numidia collected by successive Romans and recast them. He slowly stamped it.

"Okay, read it."

Constantine leaned back in the emperor's chair with nostalgia and ordered the eunuch to read out the imperial edict he had just drafted. The first part was a bunch of flowery formalities, the middle part praised everyone's contributions in the Battle of Constantinople, but in the end, it said that Diolena had successfully assassinated Muhammad with the assistance of the Roman gods. At the most dangerous moment of Constantinople, God did not lend a helping hand, but the old Roman gods of the past saved the empire.

Therefore, from today on, Orthodox Christianity is no longer the state religion of the empire. We must convert back to the old Roman gods that helped Caesar conquer Gaul, helped Augustus build the empire, and allowed Trajan to capture the capital of Persia. They are the true faith of the Romans. Now, Roman polytheism is the state religion of the Roman Empire.

After the edict was read, the whole hall fell into deathly silence. Everyone was stunned and looked at each other, unable to believe that His Majesty would issue such a ridiculous order.

"Your Majesty! What you just said is so blasphemous! Have you been deceived by this witch? The city of Constantinople was built by the grace of God! The reason why the Roman Empire can continue to pay tribute to powerful enemies is because successive emperors built this city under the guidance of God! We can survive the dangers of the Huns, Arabs, and Seljuks time and time again! When has God not favored us? In this battle to defend the city, all the Orthodox patriarchs worked hard, and God's angels and thunder warriors also fought bloody battles on the front line. Has your majesty forgotten???"

"Your Majesty! No! Twenty million elves have believed in Eastern Orthodox Christianity for a thousand years! Serbia, Bulgaria, Kievan Rus, these barbarians also converted to Eastern Orthodoxy under our influence. Now the Roman Empire is in ruins and it is already very difficult to recover the homeland from the Ottomans. If you convert to Roman gods now, it will make it even more difficult for us to recover the lost territory and win the hearts of the people - you know, the Ottomans have religious freedom! They don't care whether the high elves in the conquered areas believe in Allah or God, but you want to care?! Are you doing this to push all the elves to the Ottoman Empire???"

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty……"

Seeing the ministers' unanimous opposition, Constantine seemed to have expected it. He sat calmly on the throne and winked at Aenarion and his guards. Aenarion sighed, took a last look at Constantine sitting on the throne, drew out the Spear of Bacchus, and stabbed Diorena fiercely. The golden spear blade pierced through her chest, but in his hand, he did not feel any obstruction as if he had only pierced a shadow.

Countless Phoenix Guards, led by Marshal Kate of the Imperial Guards, wielded halberds, some of which were placed on the necks of their own emperor, while others rushed down and followed Aenarion to kill Diorenna!

"Constantine Palaiologos! You are going against the wishes of all the Roman emperors! We do not recognize a pagan emperor! Abdicate! Abdicate! Abdicate!!!"

The hands of the Imperial Guards were shaking, but he still loyally accompanied the emperor to perform the last play. The officials were surprised to see the changes in the hall. The Roman war marshal and the Imperial Guards jointly seized power, assassinated the witch on the spot, and forced the emperor to abdicate? ! Is it so exciting?

At this moment, the fourth actor who knew how to perform this play, Emperor John Komnenos of Trebizond, also strode forward.

"According to our agreement,

The Buzonian Empire returned to Rome and became a province of the Eastern Roman Empire. All Komnenos continued to serve Rome, but Constantine had to marry a Komnenos woman, and their child would become the next emperor!

Now, Constantine Palaiologos has become a pagan! He is no longer worthy of being emperor! His laws are invalid! Overthrow him immediately! The new emperor shall be Constantine's youngest son, Michael Palaiologos, who shall be Michael II!"

The ministers were stunned. Michael? That kid was born in May this year amid the sound of the Ottoman war. How old is he now? He is the emperor?

However, the imperial guards all stood beside the head of the Komnenos family, and the warmaster had no objection. Even the emperor himself was too lazy to act and just slumped on the throne, planning how to have fun in his retirement life. Everything seemed to be planned in collusion. The most powerful people in the empire had united together. What could he say? !

Diorena, watching this farce of a coup, was so angry that she laughed. The old emperor agreed to her conditions and stepped down immediately after fulfilling all his promises, allowing the new emperor to take office and overturn everything she recognized?

Are you fixing this card bug?

"Okay, okay, you Romans are so damn interesting. You want to play with me like this, right? Okay! Okay! Okay!!!"

Diorenna ignored the spear that pierced her chest, as if it could not pose any threat to her. She said three words in a row, then dissipated like bubbles and returned to the subspace.

"The glory of the gods will shine upon the world. If the Romans do not wish to be servants of the gods, then they must become enemies of the gods."

Chapter 314: The Jiliman Rebellion

A show brought the Roman Empire back on the right track of Eastern Orthodoxy. After more than ten years of hard work, Constantine helped the Roman Empire overcome its most difficult period, and then retired, just like the story of Murad II. His son, Michael II, who was not even a month old, became the new emperor.

This little brat obviously did not have the qualifications to take charge of state affairs, therefore, Constantine appointed five regents for him. Before the little emperor came of age, the affairs of the empire were divided into five parts and were managed by the following five people. Coincidentally, the Roman bureaucracy was divided into twelve levels, and there were exactly five first-level positions.

Aenarion Angelos, Warmaster of the Empire, Despot of Athens, Governor of Thessaly, Master of the Mint, and Spymaster.

Thomas Palaiologos, Prime Minister of the Empire and Despot of Morea.

John Komnenos, Supreme Magistrate and Governor of Trebizond.

Kate Ritter, Marshal of the Imperial Guards, Tribune of the Capital, and Chief of the Capital City Defense.

Royal Chamberlain, Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lord of the White Tower, Chief Archmage, and Caledor.

The position of Warmaster Aenarion was already so high that there was no more reward for it. After being rewarded with a large amount of gold and silver, he continued to serve as the supreme commander of the empire's army. By the way, he was also given the right to mint coins and the right to spy in the empire. These two positions were sixth and second rank respectively. Anyway, the denarius silver coins of the Eastern Roman Empire were all produced and minted from the Laurion silver mine.

Constantine's most trusted younger brother, Thomas, Despot of Morea, is now the head of the civil service, Prime Minister of the Empire, and in charge of all officials.

John of the Komnenos family was given the position of supreme magistrate after entering the capital, which was equivalent to the judicial power of the Supreme Court.

The Marshal of the Imperial Guards, who had always been loyal and dedicated to protecting the emperor, was also given the task of being the fourth-class tribune of the capital and the chief of the capital's city defense. The only military power of the Imperial Guards in the entire empire that was not controlled by the war marshal was in his hands alone.

The Lord of the White Tower was given the additional titles of Royal Steward and Finance Minister. The White Tower had deep ties with the Imperial Palace, and the Undead Arena was also run by the White Tower. In the later period, Constantinople's finances relied on these wizards to make money. Now, it has gone a step further. Caledo has even become the little emperor's magic teacher. In this way, five people divided and exercised the empire's right to war, administrative power, judicial power, imperial guards, and financial power.

After dealing with everything in Constantinople, Aenarion felt overwhelmed. The regent job was tiring, but what he got was the control of all the armies of the empire except the Custodes, as well as a complete spy system that had been passed down in the Roman Empire for thousands of years.

The tasks of the other four regents could be handled in Constantinople, and he had to run back and forth between Constantinople and Thessaly. Constantine himself was now lying in the garden of the imperial palace, looking at him with a look full of gloating - retirement life was so comfortable, and he finally had some free time. Why not learn from the Sultan's two lovers tomorrow.

Field Marshal Kate was busy repairing the city wall. Aenarion told the Field Marshal about the structure of the bastion and asked him to discuss with Caledo, who was in charge of finance. Anyway, if the Theodosian Wall was transformed into a triple bastion, it would not be afraid of the ordinary Ottoman cannons. After it was built, the Ottomans would never be able to easily blow up the wall. As for how much money it would cost... Caledo was the chief steward and the minister of finance, so he could worry about it.

It took Aenarion a week to reluctantly hand over the control and inherit the Roman Empire's spy system. The first thing he did was to send these elven spies to the Ottoman Empire to see how they were doing after Muhammad's death, and at the same time ask about his aunt Gilman's situation.

About a week later, news came about the situation in the Ottoman Empire, indicating that Muhammad was indeed dead. After his death, two major events occurred in the Ottoman Empire.

First, Gilman swallowed up the 21st Legion in one gulp. The 21st Legion was originally split from the 13th Ultramarines.

The throne legion that served as the guards of the throne, and most of them were Angelos, now returned to Gilman's command without any obstacles.

Secondly, Mehmed killed all his brothers, and the high lords would not recognize Orhan, a Roman puppet, as the Sultan. They had no choice but to support Mehmed's son, Bayezid II, as emperor. He was a little older than the seven-day-old Michael, and was six years old this year. The two Roman empires were simultaneously caught in a situation where young emperors were ruling and powerful ministers were in power.

This six-year-old boy was quite ruthless. As soon as he came to power, he killed all his brothers to ensure his unique position.

Unlike the Eastern Roman Empire, Rome had declined to the point where there was no longer much cake and interests to be divided. The five regents did not have any major conflicts, and if they wanted to engage in internal fighting, they had to wait until the mess of the Roman Empire was revived.

The Ottoman Empire's plate, the cake that could be fought for, and the interests were too big. Muhammad died too suddenly. Not to mention leaving behind a regent, he didn't even have a suicide note. After an extremely bloody and cruel coup and struggle, the ogre nobles and founding fathers headed by Grand Vizier Khalil took control of the government. Grand Vizier Khalil proclaimed himself regent and acted as the state affairs until the Sultan came of age.

Afterwards, the worst thing that could happen when the youngest son inherited the throne and the foreign minister served as regent broke out.

No one would fight for the position of Sultan because legally, only the descendants of Osman I could inherit the throne.

But the regent is different. There is no legal basis for this. Theoretically, anyone can be the regent. Why can you, Khalil, be the regent? ! Holding the Sultan hostage to control the governor? ! You can hold the Sultan hostage, so why can't I? Especially the Janissaries who were extremely opposed to the ogre interest group. They were not very obedient to Muhammad in the first place, and now they were forced by the Sultan to lose troops and generals in Constantinople. They didn't gain anything, but their own legions suffered heavy casualties. The benefits of changing the emperor had nothing to do with them. The relationship between the two sides deteriorated instantly, and a huge civil war broke out a week after Muhammad's death.

Aenarion stared at the report in amazement.

The 13th Ultramarines, the 6th Iskandar Dire Wolves, and the 7th Sultan's Fist, all three legions, gathered in the Macedonian province of the Empire under the order of the Warmaster. The three legion commanders, Gilman, Leman Russ, and Rogge, swore an oath of blood and announced to all the governors and legion commanders of the Ottoman Empire that Grand Vizier Khalil was a traitor and a traitor. Under the banner of clearing the court of the emperor, they raised the banner of rebellion in Macedonia! The leader of the First Legion, Lion, who had long rebelled, also echoed him in Thessaly. The four legions pointed their spearheads directly at the heart of the Empire: Edirne.

"No, aunt, is it really that urgent? My people suffered heavy losses in the two-month-long Battle of Constantinople and have not recovered yet. It is difficult for me to support your rebellion now. There are only four legions responding to you, the war commander, while the Ottoman Empire still has a full fourteen legions!"

Aenarion found a secret place and began to communicate with Giriman.