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Roger said tiredly.

"Hurry up and agree or not."

Aenarion frowned. Albania still had a great general, the gold dwarf Skanderbeg. If he could get the entire Seventh Legion of the Gold Dwarfs, he would be even more powerful. Damn it, after becoming emperor, the first thing he thought about was not the friendship with his comrades in the fight against the Ottomans, but the future rule and development of the Roman Empire in Greece.

"Okay, but I have a condition."

Aenarion weighed the pros and cons and finally agreed to the Seventh Legion's request. If Constantinople's defense was the strongest in the Mediterranean world, then Edirne might be second only to the Queen of a Ten Thousand Cities.

"The Roman legion is stationed in the south of Edirne. You can only open the southern gate to let the Roman army in. The troops of other legions cannot enter Edirne."

"Do you think you can kill Ji Liman by yourself? Kill a legion commander and her legion? Let me make it clear in advance that we don't want to fight anymore. We don't want to, and there is no reason to be involved in an inexplicable war of conquest. After opening the city gate, we will not help anyone."

Rogue looked at Aenarion suspiciously.

"That's the best. Things should be resolved now."

Aenarion said calmly. Rogge frowned but said nothing. The two swore an oath of blood.

The alliance was concluded, and each swore an oath on his soul to fulfill the agreement.

That night, Rogal Dorn led the Seventh Legion to open the south gate of Edirne. Aenarion immediately led his army into the city. Some people were responsible for assisting the Seventh Legion to withdraw from the city, take the ferry to the Meriz River, and return to their homeland in Albania. Some people were responsible for seizing other gates and defensive facilities in Edirne, while Aenarion personally led the Emperor's Sons of the Third Legion and rushed towards the old capital of the Ottoman Empire!

"Those who surrender will be reinstated! No one will be held accountable! The Eastern Roman Emperor Aenarion Angelos has come to persuade us to surrender! We are all relatives, and Angelos will not fight Angelos!"

Aenarion rode his horse with his spear in hand, and rushed to the front line with Astariel Angelos, trying his best to comfort the other people of Angelos.

The betrayal of the Seventh Legion was too sudden, and Aenarion's offensive was too swift, catching the Thirteenth Legion off guard. These Ultramarines had been trapped in the city for a very long time, and each of them was exhausted to the extreme. Many of them, like the Seventh Legion, were extremely pessimistic about their future and had no hope at all.

Some Angelos, seeing that their relatives had become emperors, came to surrender and even surrendered without hesitation with a company or even a battalion of the Thirteenth Legion. Aenarion led the cavalry of the Third Legion and galloped through dozens of streets, almost breaking into the palace before being stopped.

A large number of Extreme Warriors wearing blue robes and holding muskets imitated the Romans' three-line formation and suddenly rushed out from both sides at the end of the street, weaving a dense rain of bullets and shooting the galloping cavalry. With a deafening roar, the galloping war horses, accompanied by dripping blood, let out a shrill wail, and fell heavily to the ground together with the riders on their backs.

Aenarion, who was in the front, was not spared. His dragon scale armor deflected two whistling lead bullets, but his horse was riddled with holes and blood splattered all over the street. Aenarion was quick-witted and jumped off the horse to avoid being crushed by the dead horse.

He looked up and found that the one leading the army was Mahmoud Angelos.

"Long time no see. I have taken good care of your sister and mother. Come with me, Mahmoud. I will give you double what the Ottoman Empire can give you and what Jiliman can give you."

Aenarion was filled with emotion. This was already the third time they had met. The first time, he chased him around like a stray dog, running for his life everywhere.

The second time he was unwilling to take action and gave in, and only then was he able to escape from danger.

And now, this is the third time the two have met.

"Yes, brother, surrender. Let's go to the palace to see my aunt and persuade her to surrender."

Astariel stood behind Aenarion, looking at her brother worriedly, trying to persuade him to surrender.

"Draw your sword, Aenarion. You have proven to me that you can protect my sister. Now prove to me that you can protect my family."

Mahmoud drew out his scimitar indifferently and took a step forward. Instantly, the golden flame of God burned on his armor. Fifteen divine wings spread out behind him one by one, scattering golden stars and sparks, like catkins flying freely in the sky. With the blessing of fifteen divine arts, the high elf had already turned into a war giant several dozen meters tall, with four arms and divine flames all over his body! He stepped forward waving three scimitars and a magic wand.

Aenarion strode forward under the gaze of the soldiers of both sides. Six demonic hands appeared quietly, pulling out three blades of change, along with the Spear of Dionysus, the Sword of Khaine, and the Scepter of War. A skeleton giant constructed from psychic bones rose from Aenarion's body into the sky! The two huge beasts roared at the same time and charged at each other!

Now I am no longer afraid of Mahmoud!

Aenarion roared, and directly used [Six-Ring Psychic Power·Time Acceleration] to speed up the speed of his own time flow to the point that the time around him slowed down to a point where it seemed to be standing still!

Mahmoud, who was charging, was also frozen in time, like an eternal sculpture.

Aenarion wielded the Spear of Dionysus and pierced through the opponent's boots. The sharp tip of the spear dug deeply into Mahmoud's instep. Relying on the Spear of Dionysus's ability to break illusions, he directly shattered his two enhancement spells, reducing the fifteen wings on his back to thirteen, and his overall strength also declined.

After gaining the initiative by accelerating time, Mahmoud returned to normal. Three scimitars as big as houses, accompanied by terrifying wind pressure that was enough to crush a person, roared down from the sky!

The skeletal giant that was protecting Aenarion raised his four arms high above his head and crossed them together. With the flames of Slaanesh wrapped around his arms and the psychic armor fed by his dragon scales, he withstood the opponent's continuous attacks. But even so, the land beneath the giant's feet was shattered under the heavy pressure. Aenarion swung the Spear of Dionysus and stabbed down again, shattering his three amplification magics again and reducing the number of the divine wings behind him to ten.

At this moment, the [Righteousness] that made Mahmoud's body double in size was also shattered, and the whole person was like a shrunk balloon, being beaten back to his normal form of two meters high. Aenarion rushed forward, clamping his three scimitars with three Blades of Change, and used a dispel magic with the War Staff to counter the spell that his fourth arm was casting, completely suppressing Mahmoud head-on!

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The Spear of God thrust forward, and when Mahmoud's attention was all on the Spear of Dionysus, the Sword of Cain whizzed across the sky and scratched Mahmoud's cheek. After drinking the blood, the Sword of Cain became extremely hot and even trembled slightly, triggering the effect of the Sword of Murder. As long as the person was cut by this sword, the owner of the sword could be infinitely teleported to the side of the person whose blood was drunk, until death!

Chapter 351: Today is Different from the Past

Seeing his divine wings being mercilessly cut off by the Spear of Dionysus, Mahmud was also a little frightened. He fiercely used a six-ring rejection spell. In an instant, a golden and magnificent divine star exploded with him as the center! The powerful impact force sent Aenarion and all his friendly forces flying dozens of meters away. Some Ultramarines were even embedded in the wall, or simply smashed the wall and fell into the ruins of the room, allowing the two sides to distance themselves again.

At this moment, eerie blue spiritual energy covered Mahmoud's body, changing his shape again. The ten divine wings behind him suddenly became solid, and the golden flames turned into wriggling flesh and blood. Gorgeous feathers with a gradient of blue and purple grew in large numbers from the wriggling flesh and blood. The cold blue demonic flames replaced the magnificent holy flames and quietly spread out. His five fingers became sharper like bird claws, and his long golden hair gradually turned into blue feathers!

What was even more bizarre was that two crows made of pure magic energy, one on the left and one on the right, perched on his shoulders, looking at Mahmoud's left and right sides respectively. Even his emerald green eyes turned into two balls of blazing, boiling magic flames, and his entire temperament changed rapidly.

Suddenly, the two crows mechanically turned their heads slowly and stared at Aenarion. Their six eyes burning with magic fire were like six blazing blue stars, which made people shudder. They and Mahmoud in the middle cast spells together, immediately replenishing the three torn buff spells, turning him into a giant beast tens of meters tall again! The flesh and blood wings behind him also increased to thirteen again!

[Demon Transformation]: You can cast three spells at the same time in each round, and can convert 1 life point into 1 mana point at any time.

Aenarion was a little confused. He obviously didn't seal a demon in his heart like himself, so why could he transform into a demon similar to himself? The Slaanesh demon allowed himself to grow six arms and tripled his attack frequency, but this thing tripled the frequency of casting spells.

"That is the curse of the Angros family. All the members of the family who obtain this bloodline are essentially a Tzeentch demon, but only a few people can liberate and control this demon's gift."

Astariel looked at the battlefield of her brother and husband with some worry. Mahmud prayed quickly, and the crows standing on his shoulders also cried hoarsely. Suddenly, the ground under Aenarion's feet began to wriggle, and three giant rock pillars as thick as pythons emerged one after another, soaring into the sky! A large amount of pale and cold ice crystals and snow covered the rock pillars, and extremely cold frost crystals were scattered around, causing the temperature in the air to drop rapidly.

The next second, the three giant pillars exploded into thousands of huge and sharp rock and ice fragments with a deafening roar! The violent explosion shock wave, carrying a large number of rock and ice fragments, splashed in all directions, like exploding fireworks, and like a torrential rain, razing the surrounding streets and houses to the ground with a devastating force. The ground was densely covered with adult-sized rock and ice fragments, and many soldiers from both sides were directly killed by this spell.

One of the few direct damage spells of the priest is the six-ring spell, Ice Blossom.

Aenarion directly activated the murderous power of Khaine's Sword, and at the moment when the ice bloomed and exploded, he teleported directly in front of Mahmoud, thus avoiding the deadly triple spell. He slashed at his left shoulder with the sword, but the blade passed through the casting crow and slashed solidly on his shoulder armor, bursting into a large number of scarlet fire spots. This crow was not a physical entity.

Mahmoud frowned, he knew that he was no match for Aenarion in close combat. Casting magic required gestures and chanting, and it was troublesome to have someone interfere in close combat. It was even more impossible to use large-scale lethal spells on someone who was close to him, so he tried to keep his distance.

However, his blood had been locked by Khaine's sword. No matter how he teleported to escape, Aenarion would stick to him like a ghost!

There was no other way, Mahmoud resorted to close combat, ordering the two crows to cast summoning magic together, and summoned two additional deformed giant bears weighing more than one ton, with twisted and mutated flesh and blood, growing pink tentacles, and burning blue magic flames, to attack together with him!

Aenarion showed no fear. After transforming into a demon, he brandished his six arms and started a bloody battle. Three swords of change fought against three scimitars of Atkaan. The six weapons collided in the air with dazzling trajectories, sparks flew and clanged. The war staff condensed and blasted out an emerald green disintegration ray, screaming and tearing through the sky, trying to smash a deformed giant bear to pieces, but it was destroyed by Mahmoud's magic wand with a dispel magic and disintegrated.

With his last two arms, Aenarion wielded the Sword of Khaine to block the violent claw attack of a giant bear. With his last arm, he wielded the Spear of Dionysus and stabbed the second deformed giant bear accurately in the right eye socket, causing the giant bear to be exiled back to its original world with a scream. The whole huge beast was shattered.

It broke into illusory bubbles, which drifted away and shattered in the strong wind.

The nemesis of this kind of film-covered warriors and summons is none other than the Spear of Dionysus that has been passed down in the Roman Empire for thousands of years.

Aenarion freed his hands and banished the second deformed giant bear back into the void with one spear. Then he swung out the second spear with lightning speed and pierced Mahmoud's heart, knocking him back repeatedly. A terrible dent was also made in the armor protecting his heart, and he once again gained the advantage in close combat.

But at this moment, the two crows also summoned two deformed giant pythons with twisted flesh and blood, and attacked again from the left and right! He even tried to use the magic of dispelling to destroy the skeleton giant covering his whole body. The two crows continued to chant the same spell after the summoning. If he couldn't deal with these summons as soon as possible, there would only be more and more.

Aenarion narrowed his eyes, not daring to be arrogant. While fighting Mahmud with his four arms, he used the Sword of Khaine and the Spear of Dionysus to block, banish, and tear apart those extremely troublesome summons.

Six arms burning with demonic flames wielded six weapons, dragging extremely gorgeous blood-red arcs in the air, pouring out like a violent storm, fighting fiercely with Mahmoud and the two summons! The four demons fought like a revolving lantern, fighting faster and faster, and more fiercely! The clanging of metal resounded through the sky! The hearty fight was too much for the soldiers on both sides to watch.

Mahmoud was surprised to find that Aenarion's growth rate was simply amazing! A few years ago, this man who was beaten by him and fled without any ability to fight back was now able to fight him on equal terms, and even had the upper hand! He even took out the trump card of the Angros family and transformed into a demon, but he could only fight Aenarion to a draw.

And the most crucial thing was that the key to his being able to tie with Aenarion was that he consumed more than 20 mana points every six seconds on average to summon two distorted demons to help. His mana was barely around points, and he had to cast divine spells to heal and increase his combat power. If he continued like this, his mana would be severely depleted and he could not hold on for even a minute.

Aenarion also saw the weakness of Mahmoud's form. Yes, the casting speed was three times that of an ordinary person, which was indeed very scary, but the mana consumption was also three times that of an ordinary person. He could not afford it and had to win quickly.

However, although his offense might be insufficient, his defense, with many spells and buffs stacked together, brought his dodge, armor, and life to a very outrageous level. A monster at the level of a legion commander couldn't kill him for a while, let alone a general at the level of a thousand men? The ability of the Spear of Dionysus to tear apart all magic made the mana consumed three times more seriously!

As time went by and his mana dried up, Mahmud was already at the end of his rope and could no longer hold on. He didn't even summon the two deformed demons that were banished again. However, Aenarion fought more and more bravely, winning victory after victory with the advantage of his six arms as a demon, without even consuming any mana!

Aenarion seized the opportunity and used time acceleration once again, slowing the flow of time around him to a standstill. This gave him enough time to swing three swords, block three scimitars, break Mahmoud's defensive posture, and then pierce the dented and collapsed breastplate with a spear.

This time, the Spear of Dionysus pierced Mahmud's chest. Aenarion lifted his tall and strong body with one arm, causing Mahmud to lose his balance, his feet off the ground, and his back hit a broken wall! The whole person was nailed to the wall by the spear! At this moment, time just returned to normal.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!!!"

Aenarion waved three arms, blocking three scimitars one by one, and then knocked his staff away with a hammer. The last arm wielded Khaine's sword, gently swiping a scarlet blood mark on his neck, symbolizing his victory.

Mahmud said nothing, neither surrendered nor said he had failed. He just closed his eyes, and his four arms drooped weakly. The three scimitars fell to the ground like withered leaves, clinking, announcing Aenarion's victory.

Chapter 352: The Eternal Devil

Seeing Mahmud defeated, the Angelos who followed him surrendered one after another, expressing their willingness to submit, and even willing to recognize Aenarion as the new head of the Angelos family. Aenarion did not make things difficult for them, and generously accepted the surrender of everyone, and fought his way into the palace area of ​​​​Edirne. The red flag of the Roman Empire passed by the towering White Minaret, stepped through the magnificent Victory Corridor, and marched straight into the old capital of the Ottoman Empire, fluttering!

Aenarion led his army and his magic knights and marched into the empty land. The 13th Legion had already begun to surrender on a large scale. A whole company, or even a whole battalion of soldiers laid down their weapons and surrendered. At one point, they blocked the road ahead, forcing Aenarion to shout, "I accept the surrender of all of you! Your official positions will remain unchanged! But don't stand in the way!!!"

Amid the noise and chaos of the night, Aenarion, along with Astariel and Indrognir, charged into the meeting hall of the High Lords. There was a huge round table with twelve chairs, each with the position of the twelve High Lords written on it. The thirteenth Sultan's chair was originally placed among the crowd to discuss matters with the twelve High Lords, but Muhammad placed it on the high pavilion on the second floor of the hall, overlooking his subjects like an emperor.

Now, Giriman sat on Muhammad's throne, overlooking the incoming Aenarion.

"Aunt, surrender! You have no other way out. Whatever you want, as long as I can afford it, I will give it to you! There is no need for us to be so awkward!"

Aenarion gave his final advice. He really couldn't understand why Giriman still refused to surrender when the situation had deteriorated to this point and even the Angelos family had surrendered to him and implicitly acknowledged him as the new head of the family.

Gilliman was not wearing armor, but an elegant purple robe. With her delicate hands, she gently lifted the red curtain, revealing her graceful body and noble face. She looked down at Aenarion, Astariel, and the many surrendered and rebelled Angelos. Finally, her eyes were fixed on Astariel, and a kind smile appeared on her face.

"Estariel, you were born in the spring when flowers were in full bloom. The entire forest of Izmir was whispering your name in the wind. I proudly watched you and your brother grow up day by day."

Astariel was a little confused. Although she had a good relationship with her aunt, she grew up with her father when she was young. Her aunt was on a mission in another war zone at that time and did not participate in her growth. Why did she look like she had watched her grow up? ? ?

"Ah, that's Rory over there, right? When you were little, you were an absolute bastard, climbing trees and going under the river, stealing chickens and dogs. You relied on your status as the youngest son and your pretty face to be spoiled by everyone in the family. You neglected your training when you were little, and as a result, even though you are hundreds of years old now, you are only a centurion."

Jiliman's loving words suddenly turned into doting and extremely familiar words, which surprised the more than 200-year-old Laurier Angelos. Jiliman was about the same age as him, and although they were from the same family, the Angelos mansion was very large, and the two of them didn't interact much when they were young. Why did she speak as if she had raised him herself? And this tone was so familiar?

Hmm, is that Sasseril over there? You should be one of the oldest members of the family, right? Haha, you have very poor qualifications. People of the same period are doing better than you, but you are very good at surviving. Now that you are old, you are doing well with your qualifications.

Gilman changed the subject again, and the three completely different tones shocked everyone present. Astariel's brain was working rapidly, thinking about the similarities between these three members of the Angelos family.

His father was once the head of the Angelos family and was killed in the Battle of Ankara in 1402.

Laurier Angelos's father, who was also the head of the Angelos family a hundred years ago, died of illness and old age.

Saceril is even more of a heavyweight. He is the Roman emperor, the child of Alexios III, the Roman emperor of the Angelus dynasty, and the undisputed lord of Angelus.

And Ji Liman herself is the current head of the Angelos family.

An ominous omen clouded Aenarion's heart.

"I am the sad hope that Isaac made to the Most High."

Ji Liman lightly jumped down from the throne of the Ottoman Empire. A pair of blue-purple wings that covered the sky and the sun stretched out from her smooth jade-like back. The wings were so huge that they covered the entire dome of the hall! The light of the candlelight, shining through her graceful body, cast a distorted and ominous huge shadow on the ground.

I am the Eternal King of House Angelos."

The flesh on Jiliman's back was completely torn apart, and a large number of twisted and bloated pieces of flesh slowly emerged from the cracks on her back! It condensed into the shape of a giant, but its hands and feet were slender bird claws, and its entire body was densely covered with extremely gorgeous blue-purple feathers, burning with pink and blue chaos flames.

"I am the devil in each of you."

After Ji Liman finished her last sentence, she closed her eyes and fainted. The demon also completely emerged from Ji Liman's body. Its two long necks, like giant pythons, dragged blood and flames, and separated from Ji Liman's flesh and blood. In the end, two extremely evil and grotesque giant bird heads emerged from her torso! The huge evil body stood proudly in front of everyone in the blue and pink flames flying all over the sky!

This is actually a great demon named Tzeentch!

"Aenarion Angelos, I have received your wish. Come! As long as we unite as one, you will gain the loyalty of the entire Angelos family. The Palaeologus, Komnenos, Angelos, and the once fragmented Roman tribes will be reunited under your banner! You will achieve more than Heraclius, Justinian, and even Caesar! Millions of voices in the Mediterranean world will scream out your great name in fear under the red flag of Rome! Augustus!!!"

The great demon of Tzeentch stretched out a hand and whispered quietly in a voice full of temptation.

"So, who has control over the body, Jiliman, Isaac, or you?"

Aenarion has already seen the clues - the heads of the Angros family in the past were probably all flesh and blood puppets and hosts of this demon. These Chaos are really powerful. They will realize all your wishes, but the form of realization is completely beyond your control.

Isaac wished to become the Roman emperor, and he succeeded, but at the cost of his entire family becoming the playthings of this demon.

The host of the devil, and one branch continues to this day.

Bayezid wished to help the Ottoman Empire overcome the crisis, and he did succeed. However, Chaos did not allow him to become the ruler of the empire's revival. Instead, before his death, he gave birth to Chaos's favorite, Selim I the Grim, who led the Ottoman Empire to move forward.

That's really creepy.

The great demon Tzeentch paused and continued in a voice full of temptation.

"You are Aenarion and I, and we are one."

"In fact, I know another way to cooperate with the devil."

Aenarion did not hold the hand of the great demon Tzeentch, but instead displayed the demon in his heart. The six arms of the God of Slaanesh were tightly tied up with six chains transformed by his own magic and hung in the air. His body was also tied up and locked tightly in his heart, becoming a demon cauldron, and his demonic energy was constantly drained by him.

"Well, the demon hunter didn't say that you can only seal one demon inside your body. Maybe this guy can make room for you?"

Chapter 353: Demonic Possession

"It doesn't matter. Since you refuse, I will beat you half to death and then live in your body. Sleep, Aenarion. When you wake up, you will be the most powerful man in all of Greece."

Seeing Aenarion's refusal, the Great Demon Tzeentch simply took two steps in the room with the shaking floor. The sound of bird claws hitting stone slabs was crisp and loud. With his huge body as tall as the dome, he stretched out a bird claw bigger than an adult man and snapped his fingers calmly as everyone looked up.

Instantly, terrifying demonic flames of two colors, dark blue and demonic pink, rose from the ground! They completely covered the entire wall and the dome, like a blue and pink flaming bird cage. People outside could not come in, and the personal soldiers who followed Aenarion in could not get out either.

Aenarion immediately used a reconnaissance spell to determine the enemy's strength, but it was in vain. The magic resistance of this Tzeentch bird demon was so high that it was completely ineffective.

"Don't even think about it! The demon's magic resistance is not low, just tear her apart with pure strength!!!"

Indrognir roared and transformed into a dragon. A colorful dragon that was as big as the Tzeentch demon, with a terrifying dragon's might, expanded rapidly inside the hall. One claw directly crushed the table and chairs where the high gate lords had held meetings. Four hideous dragon heads, red, blue, green, and white, roared at the same time! The two huge beasts almost occupied half of the room.

The four dragon breaths sounded quietly, and a huge wave of four energies, namely flames, frost, lightning, and acid, rose up into the sky with the momentum of sweeping across the heaven and earth, almost completely submerging the entire hall! The four colorful and terrifying colors were dazzling.

The Tzeentch demon was not in a hurry. He raised his hand to hold up an illusory magic shield. The huge waves caused by the quadruple dragon breath were completely isolated outside the force field shield and could not move forward at all.

Astariel also cast a spell quickly. Spellcasters are not synonymous with weakness. After being strengthened by many amplifying magics, the priest's combat power crushes the warrior; and after being strengthened by many amplifying magics, the mage's combat power is not weaker than the priest, and may even be stronger.

Under the colorful magical light, Astariel's body turned into a reptile similar to a giant turtle or crocodile. Twelve slender and huge snake necks drew twelve magnificent blue tracks in the hall, forming the twelve heads of the cold-blooded animal. Astariel used the transformation spell to transform into a multi-headed serpent lizard. Aenarion's skeleton giant burning with colored demonic flames also rose up quietly. The four behemoths filled the entire hall!