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Those ogres armed with firearms were even more terrifying. Aenarion had to rely on a carriage to pull the 3-pound cannon to dozens of meters away from the enemy and fire, using shotgun shells to kill a large number of enemy troops. However, these fat and strong ogres could use the 1-pound cannon with a smaller caliber and weight to rush directly to the enemy's position. After lighting the fuse, they swung the gun barrel to knock down a group of elves, and then pointed the muzzle at the enemy's face and fired!

The four Ottoman legions were attacked by three legions

There were heavy casualties, but they were almost the most elite soldiers in the entire Mediterranean world. After getting over the initial panic, they abandoned a large number of corpses, artillery, and baggage, retreated inward, reorganized the formation, with all archers and cavalry withdrawing to the center, changing the formation into a circle to resist attacks from all sides.

However, the number of enemies was too large, and even if they exchanged one for one, they would still be killed. Moreover, his retreat route was blocked, and he could not retreat at all.

"Everyone! Hold on! Hold on! Filth! Lorgar! Curze! Follow me! Go kill Gilman! It is said that she is the legion commander with the weakest individual combat power among us!"

Fulgrim gave a loud order, then retracted the Phoenix flame hovering above the universe, cancelled the spell that allowed thousands of people to be reborn from the dead, saved his own mana, and then turned his attention to the command center where Gilliman was.

It's just seven against four. They can't eat me for the time being! The current situation is indeed very bad for me, but there is still hope of turning the tables. As long as I can kill Ji Liman, as long as I can kill the leader of the rebels,

Their chain of interests will automatically collapse and disintegrate, and then it may not be impossible to reverse the situation!

With a creepy scream, Fulgrim turned into a purple-gold flaming phoenix and soared into the sky, rushing towards Gillieman regardless of everything! The Ultramarines immediately raised the muzzles of their muskets and wove an extremely dense web of fire into the sky, instantly tearing the purple-gold phoenix into pieces, but the flaming fragments reassembled themselves in the blink of an eye, bathing in the hail of bullets and continuing to charge forward!

The three legion commanders nodded and followed the warmaster to carry out the decapitation plan, but Rogge laughed and swung his hammer, sticking to Lorgar and making it impossible for her to escape.

Koze decomposed into thousands of night bats and got rid of the entanglement on the front line. The bat swarm that covered the sky was like a huge black cloud, soaring towards Fulgrim. The sound of thousands of night bats flapping their wings was like rolling thunder, deafening. Then, she was intercepted by another scarlet cloud composed of bats.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

A large number of blood-red bats weaved the beautiful face of Sanguinius Scarlet Angel in the air, and looked at his sister in confusion.

"The Ottoman Empire is finished! Now is the perfect time for us to break away from the Ottoman Empire and rebuild Wallachia! Why did you listen to that guy? Quick! Listen to your sister and take your vampire lord with you. After we finish this battle, we can go home!"

"What am I doing? I was wondering what you were doing!"

Koz looked at his sister in disbelief, the one who had chosen to betray him. His sickly and delicate face showed a rare expression of anger.

"We Wallachia have been enslaved by Hungarians for generations. We finally became independent, but were repeatedly ravaged and invaded by Hungary. It was the Ottoman Empire that defeated Hungary and became our new overlord! Protect us Wallachia from invasion by Hungary and Poland!

What they want is much less than the Hungarians! The Ottoman Empire just wants us to fight, aren't you still the Grand Duke of Wallachia? And Hungary wants all our sovereignty! It wants us to become one of its provinces! A small Principality of Wallachia, sandwiched between the two giants of Hungary and the Ottoman Empire, can only survive by relying on the strong. Now you say you want to take Wallachia with you for independence? Who gives you the courage?"

"Have you been confused in the Janissary Corps? Do you really think Murad II is your biological father?! Come! Come home with me! I am your sister! With the two of us and the two Janissary Corps, even if this force cannot compete for hegemony between the great powers, it is enough to protect my father's legacy!"

Sanguinius frowned his handsome brows and looked at his sister in confusion.

Koz was almost mad at her sister. Wallachia had not seen war in the past few decades, wasn't it because of the protection of the Ottoman Empire? If you don't betray, will the Ottoman Empire be finished? Although she was extremely angry, she didn't want to really attack her sister after all. Two groups of bats, one black and one red, that covered the sky and the sun, entangled with each other and were deadlocked.

The more than sixty vampire lords of the Ninth Legion and the Eighth Legion were all old foxes. They scratched their heads and let their zombies make do with what they had. They gathered together and seriously discussed the future of Wallachia. Half of them believed that Wallachia was strong enough to be independent, while the other half believed that it should live comfortably as an Ottoman protectorate. They could not reach an agreement on the matter.

Only Philus was moving through the crowd in a domineering manner. The soldiers who dared to stop her were frozen in time and turned into immortal stone sculptures. Chagatai symbolically swung a few swords, and when he saw that she wanted to petrify him, he immediately closed his eyes and turned around and ran away. Philus was too lazy to chase her, and she wriggled her huge snake body, moving through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and she and Fulgrim came to Gillian one after the other.

Fulgrim did not want to say a single word to the leader of the rebels. She fell like a meteor. The ever-victorious soldiers of the Ultramarines shouted wildly and fought fiercely. After a round of musket fire, a dozen transparent holes were shot in the body of the phoenix. Then a dozen ever-victorious soldiers in the front row rushed forward and stabbed her through with dozens of halberds.

But the phoenix didn't care. Its beautiful body turned into balls of illusory flames and passed through the halberds and the soldiers. The phoenix flames reconstructed its body. Its white right arm raised a flaming blade high and chopped it down on Ji with precision and ferocity.

On Liman's neck!

"clang!!!"

Ji Liman raised her sword to block, but the opponent was faster! The long sword hit her body at an incredible angle! The terrifyingly high temperature of the Phoenix Fire burned the armor where it touched until it almost melted.

Jillian stepped back hastily, and when she looked closely, she saw that Fulgrim's wrists and elbows had turned from solid flesh and blood into illusory flames, and were twisted into two incredible angles, which was why the sword had come at her from an angle she could not have predicted - who could dance with a sword like this!

Fulgrim continued to approach, her entire arm turned into a fiery flame, and like a venomous snake, she circled behind Guilliman before regaining her physical form and slashing again! Her limbs and joints constantly switched freely between the two forms of flesh and fire, so she could perform all kinds of incredible movements, and each move of her long sword was more sinister and more poisonous than the last.

Ji Liman's swordsmanship level is not bad, and she has encountered many swordsmanship schools, but the weapon techniques of all schools are limited to the limits of human joint distortion.

Fulgrim's fighting style was far beyond human limits. The strange swordsmanship of the dancing flesh and blood was hard to defend against. It was not something a normal person could do. He was beaten back step by step and was no match for her at all! The other victorious soldiers rushed forward, but they could not catch Fulgrim, who was as ethereal as fire. The damage they caused could not keep up with her healing speed!

At this time, Philus also rushed over, and with one tail, she blew away more than a dozen Extreme Warriors. She used two slender arms several meters long to wave a huge sword and charged forward - that sword was the gift she forged and enchanted as a gift to her. Thousands of snake heads spewed out Gorgon's deadly poison, making the blade glow with a terrifying emerald green poisonous light.

Fulgrim's eyes reflected. Gilman couldn't even beat herself, and now Philus was here. The enemy's legion commanders were far away and couldn't get here for the time being. She was dead today!

But at this moment, suddenly, a sharp pain came from Fulgrim's chest. She looked down in disbelief and found that the huge blade of Philus's poison had accurately pierced her heart. The petrifying poison of Gorgon spread wildly, trying to solidify her flesh and blood into stone, while her own Phoenix Fire was also burning wildly, healing the petrified flesh and blood. The two completely incompatible energies were deadlocked together, constantly petrifying and regenerating her flesh and blood.

The most troublesome thing was that an area of ​​his chest had been petrified by the Gorgon, and that area could not be turned into flames in a short period of time!

Philus suddenly raised the sword, and Fulgrim was lifted up into the sky, staring at the huge beast that was tens of meters tall. Thousands of poisonous snakes transformed from the Gorgon's hair were like an iron-gray sea that instantly submerged her. Thousands of sharp, hollow fangs tore open her flesh and injected the horrible Gorgon poison into it, allowing the petrifying toxin to spread to every corner of her body!

"You too, Philus?"

Fulgrim looked at his best sister in sorrow and despair. There was no hope for him. He was attacked and injected with petrifying poison. It was only a matter of time before he turned into a stone sculpture. On the battlefield, the Iron Hands suddenly changed sides, gave up their defenses, and rushed into the center of the circle with the rebels! They broke through and strangled the remaining three legions!

This was not seven against four as the Ottoman Empire believed, but eight against three as carefully planned by Gilman.

Philus looked at her best sister lovingly, gradually turning into a cold stone sculpture. She held her in her palm ambiguously and pressed her against her face.

"This way we can be together forever, darling.

You will never be separated from me for work because of some shitty Ottoman Sultan's order or Warmaster's mission. I will put you in the best position in my collection, just like my mother's most precious stone figurines - this is the condition that Gilman promised me. "

Chapter 326: The Empire Divides

The two rebellions caused the last three legions of the Ottoman Empire to be dispersed, divided, and outflanked by the eight legions, and now, their commander had fallen into the hands of their best friend.

The war situation collapsed and deteriorated to such an extent, coupled with the disparity in troop strength, even the coming of Allah could not save it. Lorgar led the Grand Imams in a desperate resistance. The Sons of the Caliph, who had lost their legion commander, were leaderless and in chaos. The Eighth Midnight Lords and the zombie skeletons of the Ninth Ghoul were fighting fiercely on the surface, but the high-level vampires pulled a few corpses as benches and hid in a corner of the battlefield where they were still holding a fierce meeting, unable to reach a consensus.

Although they had huge differences, the fundamental goal of the two sisters was to protect Wallachia. In the end, they decided not to put all their eggs in one basket. Let's place our bets separately. You will take the Ninth Legion to Wallachia to declare independence and stand on the side of Warmaster Gilman.

I will bring the Eighth Legion back to Edirne, continue to stand with Regent Khalil, establish the Wallachian government-in-exile, proclaim myself the Grand Duke of Wallachia, and label you a heretic. Then, no matter whether the warmaster or the regent wins, Wallachia will not suffer and will continue to exist.

Sanguinius was barely satisfied with this result. At least her sister still recognized her as her sister. Several vampires ordered their zombies to make way and pretended that they were the Eighth Legion, who were very fierce in combat. They fought their way through the entire battlefield and escaped.

The remaining two legions were not so lucky. They fought to the bitter end and resisted stubbornly.

After being divided and encircled into dozens of small pieces, no one chose to surrender. The companies and battalions in the encirclement were still able to quickly assemble into small square formations under the orders of the officers, limiting the size of the battle area and eliminating the enemy's numerical advantage to the maximum extent, forcing the enemy to use the tactic of adding fuel to the fire to fight casualties. Both sides were Janissaries and learned the same tactics, so they could not be broken for a while.

A few hours later, they were exhausted until only one man was left. The last Janissary was still waving his weapon, shouting and fighting fiercely, shouting "Allah, Hu Akbar!!!" as if he was committing suicide. He raised his sword high and launched a counterattack against the enemy, but was then submerged in a sea of ​​metal.

The Janissaries from other legions showed the greatest respect to their former brothers and granted them the final mercy - death.

As the sun set, the Macedonian War that brought together eleven legions finally came to an end. While cleaning the battlefield and counting the losses, Gilman discovered that the Word Bearers and the Emperor's Sons were worthy of the name of the Janissaries. Even at the last moment, the casualty ratio was one to one. Although two entire enemy legions were annihilated, Gilman's eight legions also suffered heavy losses. There was no sign of Lorgar among the corpses, but there were a lot of bodies of the Great Imam.

They counted these high-ranking Muslim clergymen. In this battle, the high-ranking members of the Ottoman Empire's religious system were probably killed in this war.

Jiliman immediately began to divide the spoils, using huge profits to tie these legion commanders to her chariots.

"The Kingdom of Serbia is independent! The 19th Legion is now the army of the Kingdom of Serbia! Sister Krakos, please bring this good news to your father, the King of Serbia."

"Saint Gilles, from today on, the Ottoman Empire is willing to crown you the King of Wallachia. Yes, the King! Wallachia is no longer a principality, but a kingdom! We are allies, not servants and masters as before."

"Firus, the position of Governor of the Bulgarian province is promised to you. Fulgrim will also be yours. As long as you don't release her, I don't care what you do with the phoenix."

"Brothers and sisters! As agreed! The Ottoman Empire's Macedonian province is now yours, Sister Leman Russ!"

"As for Chagatai and my ogre brothers and sisters, the pastures on the south bank of the Danube and the steppes of Eastern Europe near Kilia belong to you! You are free!"

After sealing all five sisters in one go, Jiliman looked at the commanders of the First Legion, the Dark Angels, and the Seventh Legion, the Sultan's Fist.

"Let's go. Now, the Ottoman Empire has eight legions left, six of which are in Asia Minor, and the last two are in the imperial capital of Edirne. We now have eight legions in our hands! Eight! Now is the best time to lead the troops into the capital! When I become the regent of the Ottoman Empire, Ryan, you will be the warmaster of the empire. Dorn, your Seventh Legion, the Sultan's Fist, should be the imperial guards of the imperial capital, and you should be the marshal of the imperial guards."

The seven legion commanders were basically satisfied with the reward for the leader of the rebellion, which was also the condition for them to join the rebellion.

"After that, I'll leave it to the Eastern Roman Empire's warlord. Now you're the only one with enough fleets and ships to transport the eight legions directly across the Aegean Sea to the mouth of the Meriz River. Then we'll march directly north to Edirne, the capital of the Ottoman Empire!"

Ji Liman said this with great pride, as if victory was already within her grasp.

"Of course, in return, I am willing to cede the Gallipoli Peninsula to the Eastern Roman Empire as a gift. In this way, you will effectively control the entire North Aegean Sea, and Athens, Thrace, and part of Sparta will be completely linked to Constantinople."

"I also want the Western Thrace region. This place is mostly mountains, with only a few settlements along the coast. With this area, the North Aegean Sea will be under my control."

Lion Aenarion opened his mouth wide. Anyway, they could only reach the capital of the Ottoman Empire quickly through their own fleet. If they were unwilling, the eight legions would have to cross mountains and rivers and cross the entire Bulgaria before they could reach Edirne.

"Okay, no problem, here you go!"

In response to Gilman's generous promise, Aenarion immediately gave orders that all the ships of the Eastern Roman Empire should converge on Macedonia, carrying this mighty rebel army towards the capital of the Ottoman Empire.

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PS: The picture below shows the five areas sealed off by Gillie Man. The areas within the yellow lines are the lands promised to the Roman Empire.

Chapter 327: Eternal God's Choice

Facing Gilman's complacency and the eight legions approaching the city, Edirne was in uproar. A large number of ogre nobles were in a panic. Khalil's hair turned white with anxiety. Many nobles, officials, and even high-ranking lords wrote letters of surrender to Gilman, expressing their willingness to recognize Gilman as regent. The situation was so chaotic that Khalil couldn't even judge who could be trusted and who had betrayed. Even the six-year-old emperor Bayezid II was so anxious that he couldn't sleep.

Didn't sleep well.

His father Muhammad was a half-elf and half-ogre. Because of the ogres' strange elven aesthetics, he chose an elf as his wife. Although Muhammad looked like an elf, his skin, height, and muscles still had some ogre characteristics. By the time of Bayezid II, he had completely become an elf.

At this moment, a charming and seductive woman bypassed all the guards, protections, and magic defense systems, and suddenly teleported to his bed, scaring Bayezid.

"Shh, don't shout for help. I'm here to save the Ottoman Empire."

The visitor curved her beautiful eyes and revealed a sweet smile. She was wearing the costume of a Persian dancer, with several gold-forged bracelets, arm rings, leg rings, anklets, necklaces and belts, which set off her soft and fair skin. Between the golden rings were connected several pieces of pink silk as thin as cicada wings. Apart from that, she had no other clothes. Her plump and attractive breasts, slender waist, and plump and well-proportioned thighs were vaguely visible under the cover of these pieces of gauze, making her look more coquettish and wanton than being naked.

She was kneeling on Bayezid's mattress, leaning forward. Her smooth jade-like back drew a fascinating white arc in the air, and the two white breasts covered with narrow fans also created obscene flesh-colored ripples in the air.

Such a charming woman even made Bayezid, a six-year-old boy with no experience and no understanding, start to have his heartbeat and breathing speed up. He stared at the newcomer infatuatedly, unwilling to look away. She was like a scene from a painting, with her every frown and smile.

Her long hair was like a dark waterfall, and every strand of hair exuded an enchanting fragrance that was irresistible.

Her eyes were deep and misty, like two dazzling purple gems, sparkling with alluring light, and as deep as the abyss, capable of making people fall into endless fantasies and desires.

Her lips were rosy and seductive, and when they were slightly opened, she revealed a wicked smile. That seductive smile was like magic, bewitching people and making them fall into her charm.

She has a curvaceous figure, and her every smile and every move exudes an extremely sexy and seductive aura. Her skin is as smooth and delicate as white jade, making people want to touch it irresistibly.

Her clothes are charming and gorgeous, coupled with her perfect body and appearance, which makes people intoxicated and reluctant to leave. At first glance, they will be captivated.

"Sister, sister, who are you? There are obviously a lot of defenses set up here, and no one can use teleportation magic."

Bayezid looked at the woman in front of him infatuatedly and actually obeyed her orders without calling for help.

"You're so good. My name is Diorena."

The charming and coquettish woman kissed Bayezid's cheek as a reward, which made the little Sultan blush and his heart beat faster.

"To make a long story short, I can save the Ottoman Empire and help you get through this crisis, but the price is that I ask the Ottoman officials to help me spread the new faith of the gods."

Diolena has learned her lesson this time and has taken a step back, no longer forcing a huge empire to recognize her polytheism as the state religion. You can continue to recognize Islam as the state religion, as long as you help me promote the faith.

"This kind of thing is easy to talk about."

Bayezid pretended to be mature and experienced. Anyway, he heard from his teacher that the Ottoman Empire was religiously tolerant and could accommodate and accept any strange beliefs. As long as the main body believed in Islam, nothing else mattered.

"But how are you going to save the Ottoman Empire? We only have two legions, and we don't know if they are loyal, but the enemy has eight legions! Edirne is not as old as Constantinople, so we can't fight here. We are about to capture the capital."

Bayezid said worriedly.

"The gods will arrange all of this. I will set up a ceremony. You will communicate with the gods in the ceremony and pray. You must make your wishes clear and understandable. Then, as a price, you are willing to promote the belief in the gods in the Ottoman Empire. At that time, your wish will come true."

After being deceived by the Romans, Diolena strengthened her defenses and changed the business process, allowing the executor to perform his duties on the spot.

After hearing this, Bayezid's eyes lit up, as if a drowning man had grabbed his last straw, and he agreed without hesitation.

The next day, Bayezid directly ordered his men to set up the altar array according to Diolenna's method to communicate with the gods. At this moment, a group of high-ranking lords were still worried about Gilman's affairs and had no time to care about the young Sultan. They neither agreed nor opposed him to doing such a blasphemous thing - let this kid try, what if it works?

The entire magic circle is divided into three layers, Bayezid is kneeling in the innermost layer, and four sculptures are placed in the middle.

A statue made of brass, it is a kobold statue wearing brass armor, a red scarf around his neck, and sitting on a magnificent throne.

One is cast from silver, half male and half female. The male on the left is tall and muscular, with muscles that look like a miracle of nature, while the female on the right is graceful and charming, with perfect curves that are captivating. The toughness and handsomeness of the male and the tenderness and charm of the female are perfectly integrated together.

One was carved from jadeite. It was an extremely large, fat, dark green giant, sitting cross-legged in meditation. The antlers on his head were twisted and deformed, and his skin was festering and oozing pus.

An unknown liquid was boiling in a large emerald-carved pot.

One is made of lapis lazuli. Its appearance cannot be described in words. It seems like a soft-bodied monster formed by thousands of twisted and grotesque tentacles and limbs fused together, revealing evil and ever-changing nature.

The outermost layer is densely packed with many colorful statues of gods and goddesses, including all kinds of strange things, including rats with horns, half-flesh and half-mechanical freaks, a big man in golden armor holding a hammer, and Jesus nailed to the cross.

Under the gaze of the high-ranking lords, Sultan Bayezid II began to pray.

"Gods above, I, I want the Ottoman Empire to survive the crisis of the Gilman Rebellion! I want the Ottoman Empire to be as powerful as my grandfather, Sultan Murad, was when he was alive! I want the Ottoman Empire to be eternal!!!"

Bayezid took a breath and started again.

"As a reward, I am willing to promote the belief in the gods in the Ottoman Empire and spread the gospel of the gods to every corner of the Ottoman Empire."

As soon as Bayezid finished speaking, suddenly, the four statues in the middle trembled slightly, emitting four completely different halos of scarlet, pink, dark green, and azure blue. The star-like light intertwined together and turned into dazzling beams of light that rushed straight into the sky!

Immediately afterwards, the hundreds of statues on the third floor also trembled, emitting various halos of destruction. One-third of the statues did not respond, but the other two-thirds, like the four main gods in the middle, projected beams of dazzling colorful light into the sky! These hundreds of beams tore a deep abyss in the sky, revealing a colorful and dazzling chaotic scene.

The chaotic and terrifying light of the warp splashed on Bayezid.

"Look! The gods have responded! The gods have agreed! The gods are fulfilling your wish, Sultan!"

Diolena knelt on the ground respectfully, enthusiastically bathing in the glory of the gods.

The next second, a beam of pink light shone on a female ogre noble. The ogre had a confused look on her face. She took off her clothes and armor and walked towards the altar. When she stepped onto the altar in full view of everyone, she was already naked. Her fat and flesh wrapped in muscles sparkled with healthy colors in the sun. The spear in Bayezid II's lower body suddenly swelled and became longer and thicker than his forearm. Amid the surprised gazes of the high-ranking lords and ogre nobles, he began to have sex with the female ogre.