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"Roar!!!"

Bjorn roared madly, and the flying vines formed five portals in the air, summoning five powerful thunder wolves at the same time. These monsters, more than two meters tall, began to mutate under the amplification of his druidic magic. The flesh and blood of the giant wolves, which were the size of horses, swelled up to the size of elephants more than eight meters tall. They rushed towards Aenarion with terrifying steps that made the earth tremble.

Aenarion tried out his new power. He swept the Spear of Dionysus and wrapped it around himself. He also swung the spear across, slashing heavily at a giant wolf that was more than eight meters tall. The psychic blade easily tore through his defenses. Blood gushed out from the wounds where his skin was rolled up, splashing in all directions like raindrops.

The eight-meter-tall monster was like a kite with its string cut off, and was directly blown away by the demon's attack! It fell to the ground and created a huge deep pit. The entire battlefield trembled slightly under the huge impact.

Aenarion swung his war blade and chopped, and the demon shadow wrapped around him also swung his butcher knife. In an instant, a war blade dozens of meters long fell from the sky with a creepy sound of breaking through the air! Bjorn looked up at the psychic war blade that covered most of the sky and was also stunned. He hurriedly raised his war axe to resist. The sword and axe collided, and the terrifying impact directly smashed half of his body into the soft soil.

Horrible cracks spread out in all directions with Bjorn as the center. The entire earth collapsed and disintegrated under this blow. Large amounts of smoke, dust and soil burst through the cracks into the sky several meters high!

Chapter 381: Cunning Wolves

Bjorn's arms went numb and his legs trembled from the sword, and half of his body was smashed into the ground by the demon's power. After he crawled out, he no longer dared to resist the attack of the god-demon, so he had to retreat in a hurry and use druid spells to carry out guerrilla warfare and harassment.

He used his bare hands to knead the gorgeous and dazzling lightning into the shape of a giant wolf. With a loud noise that was not sure whether it was thunder or wolf howling, it instantly blasted towards Aenarion. Then, with an instant cast, he released a second Thunder Wolf.

The emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire also cast spells continuously, two [Dispel Magic] spells, which made the two hungry wolves made of thunder dissipate like bubbles. The deafening thunder roar returned to silence, and the dazzling lightning disappeared. At the same time, the demon shadow wrapped around him, the ferocious bird skulls on both sides, and the beautiful human head in the middle chanted at high speed at the same time, and three skulls wrapped in purple and blue flames blasted out at the same time, exploding on Bjorn's body one after another!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The billowing black smoke from the fiery explosion quickly formed the shape of a skull cloud in the air, emitting a deadly laugh for self-defense.

Unable to defeat in close combat or in long-range engagement, Bjorn looked at Aenarion with a hint of fear in his eyes. His troops were also blocked by the White Tower Company and could not move forward. After he held on for a few more rounds, he heard the sharp whistling of heavy horse hooves and artillery shells crossing the sky from a hundred meters away.

The Roman artillery was in position. One hundred war horses, pulling fifty carriages, rushed forward under the protection of the cavalry. Each carriage was equipped with a relatively light 3-pound field cannon, which was convenient for mobile operations on the battlefield. The horrific artillery bombardment quickly covered the wolf pack's position. Some Tatar auxiliary soldiers also rode their war horses and rushed forward. They drew their bows and arrows less than a hundred meters away from the wolf pack, harassing the wolves with a rain of arrows, slowing down their pace.

At the moment, this battalion of cavalry is not a problem. The problem is that if they don’t leave, they will be surrounded by the mighty main force of infantry!

"Abandon the heavy artillery! Spread out and break out! Everyone meet up in Skopje!"

There was no other way. Bjorn made the most desperate decision and tried to break out in different directions. The wolves scattered in an instant. Aenarion was too lazy to catch these wolf cubs. This tactical goal was to seize the cannon. He chased the Wolf Lord of the Legion and beat him up. The oppressive feeling he got was almost the same as that of Leman Russ. Bjorn held on hard, but was eventually beaten to the point of vomiting blood. He knelt on his knees, raised his head in despair, and looked at the six giant battle blades that covered the sky. Under the control of the demon's shadow, they were like the collapsing sky, completely submerging him.

Aenarion did not kill him. Instead, he used him as a bargaining chip, knocked him unconscious and captured him alive. The scattered wolves were not much better off. If it were still the Ottoman period, these Janissaries might have refused to surrender and fought bloody battles to break out, because they had been taught from childhood to university to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, loyal to the Ottoman Empire and the Sultan.

However, a few years ago, Leman Russ personally led them to rebel against the Sultan, which almost shattered the worldview of all Janissaries. Although they still followed Leman Russ to fight for their own interests and the authority of the legion commander, their hearts had already changed - we even betrayed the Ottoman Empire and the Sultan to whom we swore allegiance, so why should we never surrender?

Some Janissaries found that their retreat was cut off by the Eastern Roman cavalry and they were surrounded. For the sake of their lives, they surrendered. Of the 1,800 Janissaries led by Bjorn, only less than 500 escaped the Roman encirclement. The remaining 1,300 all surrendered after being surrounded. The eighty artillery pieces of various types that Leman Russ had worked so hard to accumulate were all owned by Aenarion.

After this great victory, Aenarion stripped all the Janissaries of their equipment and weapons and gave them to his subordinates as trophies. He then began to negotiate with Leman Russ, trying to use this victory and the more than a thousand hostages to force the other side to surrender.

A day later, Leman Russ sent a letter, expressing his willingness to surrender with great trepidation. He said that he was on his way and would send a fast horse to deliver the letter. Tomorrow at noon, he would come to the camp of Aenarion alone without any weapons to surrender.

In order to show respect, Aenarion did not continue the march that day, but set up camp locally to let the soldiers rest for a day, but they should not relax their vigilance, and the camps holding prisoners should also be vigilant and make all preparations.

However, that night, the camp was ablaze with fire, and Aenarion immediately got up from his bed and walked out of the tent. He saw giant wolves as big as hills standing in the sea of ​​fire, howling to the sky!

Along with the howl of the leader wolf, creepy wolf howls rang out from all directions of the camp, and the howls resounded through the sky! Aenarion looked around and saw pairs of pale green wolf eyes, like stars in the sky, flashing and appearing in the darkness outside the camp, and their number was increasing!

After using the letter of surrender to relax Aenarion's guard, Leman Russ personally led his legion to raid the camp that night!

"This wolf is really cunning..."

Aenarion was a little annoyed and gave the order immediately.

"Each centurion judges the situation and fights on his own! But one thing is, once you defeat the enemy, never leave the camp to pursue them. If you find a large wolf pack, immediately send out a red flare to ask for help! If you find a Leman Russ, immediately send out a blue flare to mark him!

"Night attack, group six; nine four ⑨ three '⑥①'③⑤

"As you wish!"

Everyone immediately issued Aenarion's order. Aenarion personally led the Royal Guard Battalion, which had been expanded to 1,200 people, as well as three battalions of cavalry. The entire artillery battalion was stationed in the center, and the remaining infantry battalions started fighting on the periphery.

The wolves' attack was extremely ferocious, but the Roman soldiers were also extremely brave. The auxiliary soldiers with relatively weak combat effectiveness immediately gathered into the Aenarion Phalanx for defense. The soldiers were arranged in a rectangular queue, with all directions facing the front, and no flanks or backs.

Spears, bayonets, and extra-long spears were densely mixed together to form a forest of steel. After losing the firepower bombardment of the artillery, the wolves could not break the phalanx no matter which direction they charged from, because of the square shape of Aenarion facing outward on all sides. The harder they charged, the more the soldiers would squeeze together back to back when retreating, making the line more dense and solid.

The spearmen's defense was impeccable. The dense spears made it difficult for the Janissaries to get close. The musketeers fired crazily under the defense of the spearmen. This new weapon was so powerful that these auxiliary soldiers, who generally only had one or two warrior levels, could easily kill the Janissaries who started at level four!

Even if the Thunder Wolf Cavalry launched a charge, they would be stabbed to a bloody mess by the densely packed spears. The force is mutual. The harder you charge, the harder you hit the spears.

After fighting for a while, Wild Wolf lost interest in these large square formations with full defenses. These targets were extremely difficult to deal with. Once the formation was formed, he often had to pay the price of a Janissary to kill an auxiliary soldier, and these Roman auxiliary soldiers... were really worthless, at least not worth it for his Janissaries to fight with them at a high intensity.

What's more, the mobility of this formation is almost zero, so wouldn't it be better not to attack?

As they walked forward, they met legion soldiers whose fighting power was comparable to that of the Janissaries. A bloody battle between the elite soldiers of both sides first broke out in the north. After discovering the target, a company of the Emperor's Sons first fired a contact-type bullet, and then directly lined up in three long rows, pulled out the Phoenix Halberds of the Eastern Roman Empire, and charged forward in a well-trained manner. The neat formation did not deform or disperse even while running. The strong wind made their purple cloaks and helmet tassels rustle. The wild wolves were not to be outdone, and they brandished their giant axes and long swords and fought wildly!

At this moment, the soldiers in the second and third rows suddenly pulled out their heavy javelins, and threw three rounds of javelins in succession under the cover of the first row of halberd soldiers! The sharp javelins, which were 1.6 meters long and weighed 2 kilograms, flew up to the sky like a flock of swallows, and then fell down like a rainstorm of steel under the drag of gravity. This distance and this mass of things instantly caused a devastating blow to the wolf pack.

The spears that fell from the sky directly smashed a huge dent in the helmets of many people. Their eyes rolled back and they fainted. Some lucky ones blocked the spears with their sturdy armor, but they were still beaten to pieces and their bones were broken. Some unlucky ones were stabbed by the spears in the parts that were not protected by the armor, and their fragile bodies were directly pierced by the spears, leaving a transparent hole!

At the moment when the wolves were thrown into chaos by the spears, the Emperor's Sons in the first row were already wielding their two-meter-long Phoenix Halberds to engage in close combat. After throwing their spears, the soldiers in the last two rows also drew their Phoenix Halberds to join the bloody battle! Soldiers from both sides fought bravely, their halberds swirled, their axes chopped fiercely, and bright sparks flew in all directions with the clanging of metal.

The encounter between the two sides immediately attracted more troops. The musketeers of the two companies of the Wolf Pack quickly took their positions, trying to seize the flanks and provide supporting shooting on both sides in an attempt to destroy the halberd company of the Emperor's Children. However, more purple eagle flags appeared in the firelight at night, and the musketeers of the Emperor's Children were also trying to outflank the two sides.

After discovering the presence of each other, the musketeers of both sides immediately opened fire. Aenarion's Thunder, which is the three-line formation, is not difficult to learn. The Wolf Pack Musketeers had long learned the Roman tactics. The firepower of both sides was equally fierce. Bullets were accompanied by dazzling flames and deafening thunder, screaming and tearing through the sky, forming an extremely dense fire net on the battlefield, killing the enemy to the maximum extent. Musketeers were constantly beaten into bloody sieves and fell headfirst into a pool of blood.

After several rounds of shooting, both sides felt that only being able to fire two or three shots a minute was too torturous. The Emperor's Son directly charged with a bayonet-mounted musket as if it were a spear, hoping to end the battle quickly. The wolves also drew out their spare battle axes and long swords to meet the enemy, trying to break through the enemy's defense as quickly as possible!

On the front line where the soldiers were fighting, some thunder wolves that were transformed by magic into the size of mammoths began to charge with earth-shaking steps. They were so huge that ordinary soldiers were not as long as their legs and could only tremble in fear under the shadow of the beasts. A giant wolf slapped forward and uprooted a large number of wooden stakes.

The giant dragon of the Palaiologos family was not willing to be outdone, and transformed into a giant dragon to fight. The dragon's shadow that covered the sky and the sun covered the giant wolf's head. The giant beasts, as big as hills, rushed to the battlefield where ants were fighting bloody battles under their feet and killed each other in a ball!

A druid cast a fire energy shield to withstand the dragon flames. Then the giant wolf suddenly leaped up from the ground, bit the dragon's neck, and pulled the dragon that had just taken off down from the sky. The two giant beasts then fell heavily to the ground, wrestled into a ball, and rolled across the battlefield, crushing a group of soldiers to death.

A giant dragon spewed out purple dragon flames that covered the sky like a tsunami, burning large areas and wiping out all the darkness.

When a giant wolf launched a charge, the wolf instantly reverted to human form, making the giant wolf lose its target. Then, it hid in the giant wolf's belly and transformed into a dragon again. Its sharp fangs and claws instantly tore the giant wolf's softest belly. Its internal organs and intestines mixed with blood fell from the sky like a rainstorm, dyeing the purple dragon into a bloody appearance!

Chapter 382: King of Beasts

While the two sides were fighting fiercely, a blue flare rose slowly into the sky, and Leman Russ appeared.

"I'll take care of that treacherous guy!"

Silver-haired Joan of Arc held her lance, excited about the chaos magic she had obtained and wanted to try out her own strength. After seeing Aenarion nod, she immediately led her 11th Battalion to charge in the direction of the flare!

As soon as Joan of Arc arrived, she saw a horrific scene like hell. Five thunder wolves, larger than mammoths, covered with brown bark, were trampling the Roman positions and tearing the flesh of their comrades. Their hair was stained red with blood. The Roman battle line was vulnerable to the attack of Leman Russ.

A giant wolf rushed into the position like lightning, its huge body directly crushing dozens of people to death, causing chaos on the entire battle line. With a wave of its claws, five or six people were blown away like kites with broken strings! The musketeers' volleys could not penetrate the bark of the sky covering the giant wolf's skin. The company commander who commanded this unit tried to resist, but the giant wolf bit him in half with his armor.

The monster squinted its eyes as if enjoying itself, chewing and squeezing the upper body protected by armor in its mouth, making a creepy tearing sound, squeezing all the internal organs and blood out of the remains of the body. After swallowing them into its mouth, it spat out the broken half of the body like spitting out melon seed shells, letting the fragments of iron and blood fall into a pool of blood. The soldier's lower body was still standing on the ground at this moment, spitting out blood like a fountain.

Leman Russ himself was protected by five giant wolves in the center, constantly performing druidic magic.

Under her spell, oak trees instantly grew from fruits into towering trees, then opened their eyes, pulled out their roots, and transformed into oak tree men tens of meters tall to join the battle. Those thick oak roots were like deadly pythons or wriggling tentacles, dancing freely in the air. Once they touched the enemy, they would immediately catch them, and crush their bodies together with their armor!

A dragon from the Valleolius family roared and joined the battle, but it was useless. These five wolves were not summoned by ordinary druids, but Leman Russ, the animal companion of the King of Beasts. Their fighting qualities were very different from those of other thunder wolves! Leman Russ directly used an earth binding. In an instant, dirty mud was secreted from the dragon's wings. This mud instantly solidified into hard rock, making it impossible for him to flap his wings. He had no choice but to land, and was then bitten by two giant wolves. The dragon widened his eyes in surprise, and suddenly found that he, a dragon, was not as strong as these wolves!

"Joan of Arc! I'll cover you, just charge in!"

Aenarion looked at the extremely terrifying Leman Russ and began to clear out the summoned creatures on the periphery. The demonic shadow wrapped around his body wielded the Spear of Dionysus transformed by psychic energy and swept across, tearing two small scars on the two huge tree men.

Horrible cracks emitting golden light spread out from the two small scars and instantly spread throughout the giant tree. The Spear of Dionysus had an unsolvable anti-magic ability, which instantly destroyed and exiled these summoned creatures.

Aenarion specifically picked out these summons to attack. The Spear of Dionysus, which was magnified countless times together with the Demon Shadow, was spinning and waving wildly in the hands of the three-headed, six-armed Demon Shadow. The tree men summoned by Leman Russ would be directly dispersed and exiled if they were just touched by this thing. The army of tree men that she summoned with a lot of magic power was wiped out by half in just a few seconds!

Leman Russ looked at the demonic shadow on Aenarion in astonishment. He didn't know this last time. In theory, all demons are energy bodies composed of extreme emotions. They have no physical form. They need to make a physical body to appear in the physical world.

And now, Aenarion had used his psychic power to create a demon container, and then released the demon from nowhere here to fight alongside him!

There was no other choice, so Leman Russ had to adjust his strategy, letting the tree men protect himself and commanding his five animal companions, the five thunder wolves, to charge towards Aenarion!

Facing five terrifying wolves that were coming at him like a tremor, Aenarion took a defensive stance with the advantage of the length of his weapon. He stabbed the giant spear that pierced the sky and the earth directly into the mouth of a giant wolf, piercing his mouth with incredible accuracy. Then he thrust it hard, causing the hungry wolf whose mouth was pierced by the spear to move along with the spear and knocked the second giant wolf to the ground!

The noise of the two hill-sized thunder wolves falling was earth-shaking, and the entire camp was strongly shaken, but the other three wolves had already rushed past the attack range of the Spear of Dionysus and began to attack at close range.

Aenarion showed no fear. He stretched out three arms in front of his chest and let the giant wolves bite him. When their bloody mouths bit his arms, he waved the Sword of Khaine and the Scepter of War with his last two arms, drawing terrifying arcs in the air, smashing on the heads of the wolves like a storm, making their flesh and blood fly and howling!

"Leman Russ! You underestimate me! I can't help you if you come to the battlefield in person.

I would still be a little bit afraid, but now, you just send your puppy to bite me?"

Aenarion grabbed the three claws of a giant wolf with his three arms, lifted the mountain-sized beast high above his head, and then threw it directly at Leman Russ! The huge body broke two oak tree men in one blow, and then fell to the ground with a loud noise and the shaking earth, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough,"

Leman Russ coughed a few times in the smoke and dust, and instantly realized that something was wrong. His Thunder Wolves were sent to harass Aenarion, and two of the tree men who were protecting him had just been smashed, leaving a loophole in his defense!

Before she could summon a tree man, a red, blue, green, and pink lightning streaked across the sky and exploded in front of her! Joan of Arc gave up her Crusader chain mail and donned the silver plate armor made for her by the Roman Empire, and descended on the battlefield in a heroic manner.

Four blazing Chaos Wings spread out, and the brilliant flames illuminated the night as if it were day. A Chaos Spear wrapped in four-colored magic flames launched an attack like a venomous snake, forcing Leman Russ to draw his hand axe and sword to parry. The movements of both parties were so fast that the naked eye could not catch them. The three weapons only swayed a few times in the air, and dozens of metallic clanging sounds, accompanied by flying and dissipating sparks, had already resounded through the sky.

Leman Russ was a little surprised. He had never heard of such a person in the Eastern Roman Empire. Even though he was good at summoning a bunch of summons to drown the enemy, his close combat skills were at least among the best in the Ottoman Empire. Who was this person? How could he be on par with him in close combat? ? ?

Chapter 383: Alliance under the City

Leman Russ took a look at the entire battlefield and realized that his sneak attack had not brought any benefit. The Roman camp was built very solidly, and even if he proposed to surrender tomorrow, they would still be on high alert at night without any slackness. The initial sneak attack was successful in killing and injuring many people, but later on they would have to fight head-on with groups of Roman soldiers, and it would be difficult to gain any benefit.

On my side, if either Jeanne or Aenarion came over, I could easily drown them with my five animal companions and a bunch of summons, but they came together, and this weird knight with four-color magic wings fought me to a draw. Aenarion easily destroyed my summons with the Spear of Dionysus. I don't know where he learned this skill recently, and he was so awesome that he could defeat my five thunder wolves! When that guy kills all the wolves and comes over, my situation will only get worse!

Seeing that things were not going well, Leman Russ chose to retreat again without hesitation. With the help of his druid transformation, he turned into a giant wolf and ran away. Even Joan of Arc, who was so fast, could not catch up with him, and the wolves under his command also scattered.

In this battle, Aenarion was promoted to level thirteen and initially mastered the seventh-ring magic. The sixth to seventh ring was a qualitative change. He quickly selected two powerful psychics as rewards for the upgrade.

[Seventh Ring Psionic Power·Psionic Reversal]: Consume 13 mana points to bounce a psionic power or magic targeted at you back to the user.

This psychic power is very powerful, but its disadvantage is that it needs a three-second reading time to be released, so you need to grasp the timing of use, or use a combination of instant super magic and synchronization to make this high-level magic be cast instantly.

[Seventh Ring Psychic Power·Clone]: Consume 13 mana points to create a clone of yourself.

This psychic power is so powerful that even some nine-ring psychic powers cannot compare to it! Unlike those illusion magics that create a false phantom of oneself, this is to truly create an avatar of oneself, which is only two levels lower than the original body. A level 13 Aenarion can create an 11th-level self.

Although this clone does not have all the magic armor and magic weapons of the original body, it has the same casting ability as the original body. It can also cast the Death Knight's necromancy magic, the Psion's many psychic powers, and release the Demon Shadow, which is almost equivalent to doubling the strength. The only drawback is that the clone will take away half of your remaining mana, double the combat ability, and double the magic consumption. People with low mana really can't afford it.

With this spell, Aenarion had real confidence that he could fight against the lords of the legions alone without being at a disadvantage.

"Huh? How did I level up?"

The silver-haired Jeanne was puzzled. She had never expected that after becoming a magical pet and leaving a mark, when Aenarion upgraded, she could also upgrade with him. The power of chaos became stronger in her.

"Isn't this a good thing? You're getting stronger."

Aenarion patted Jeanne on the shoulder and began to command the soldiers to repair the barracks and rebuild the defenses.

After daybreak, Aenarion counted the casualties. The wolves left more than 400 corpses in the camp, and more than 600 wounded were captured alive. The mobility of these wolf cubs was even better than that of ordinary cavalry. Cavalry could only have fast mobility by riding horses, but they just needed to turn into wolves.

The casualties on her side were also around 1,000, a 1:1 ratio. Leman Russ had failed to achieve his strategic goal, and two consecutive sneak attacks had failed. There were more than 2,000 prisoners in Aenarion's camp, and this number of casualties had already severely damaged the vitality of her legion.

Aenarion thought for a moment, then ordered the army to rest for a day before setting out immediately. After another two days of marching, they arrived at Skopje, the capital of Macedonia, and were surrounded by three legions. Then, at Leman Russ' most desperate moment, he again asked for negotiations and peace.

At this moment, round

Leman Russ was surprised. She originally thought that Aenarion was coming to destroy her country, so she found backup. The Tenth Legion of Bulgaria would help her. Krakos of Serbia also promised to send troops to help without telling his father. Even Albania, the traditional ally of Rome, proposed that they could fund a batch of firearms and ammunition. After all, Macedonia was being eaten by Aenarion, so they would be the ones facing the threat of the Romans.

The Janissaries had learned the story of the lips and teeth being in danger.

But now, Aenarion openly stated that he recognized Leman Russ's status as King of Macedonia, and this military expedition was just a punishment for declaring war on her and the two sneak attacks!

I know you are poor, so I won't ask you for money. You must cede to me Aeginion, the only seaport of the Macedonian Kingdom, and Syndros, an important castle connecting Serbia and Macedonia. The most important thing is that this contract can only be signed inside Constantinople. If you agree, even if this matter is over, all the prisoners on my side will be returned to you. Otherwise, the army will immediately start to attack the city and kill all the prisoners without leaving a single one alive.

What's even worse is that Aenarion didn't send this letter to himself alone. He sent it to all the nearby countries, including Serbia, Bulgaria, and Albania. Under the gaze of everyone, he stood on the moral high ground and pointed fingers at Leman Russ.

When she heard that Aenarion would not attack and annex Macedonia, but would only impose a slight punishment, Philus' interest in sending troops to help Leman Russ disappeared at once. After all, she would have to bear the burden of providing troops and food, as well as casualties, and all the benefits would go to Leman Russ. Previously, it was to prevent Aenarion from annexing Macedonia. Since he was not going to annex Macedonia, there was no need to send troops. The other two families had similar thoughts, especially Krakos. She was now focusing on competing with her brother for the position of Crown Princess of Serbia, and this was the key point.

The three men persuaded Leman Russ to accept the proposal and expressed their willingness to bear the military expenses of the wolf pack. Leman Russ, who had lost his support and suffered heavy casualties, found that all his retreat routes were blocked. In desperation, he had to accept the contract, humiliatingly opened the city gates, ceded land in exchange for peace, and was willing to go to Constantinople as a defeated general to sign a peace agreement.

After taking these two strategic locations, Aenarion withdrew his troops with satisfaction.

After the cession of Aignion, the only outlet to the sea, the Macedonian Kingdom, which was already the weakest, became a landlocked country with extremely inconvenient transportation. There were also a large number of mountains in the territory, which cut off its ties with most kingdoms and made it even poorer and weaker.

After Sindos was taken away, the entire Macedonian Kingdom was geographically cut in half by a branch of the Pindus Mountains. The only thing connecting the two parts of the country was an extremely narrow, long, and difficult mountain road. After being weakened to this extent, Leman Russ's Macedonian Kingdom was almost destroyed.

Chapter 384: Finger of Death

Before returning to Constantinople, Aenarion ordered the Senate to hold a grand triumphal ceremony to welcome and celebrate the return of the soldiers. These soldiers destroyed the Knights Hospitaller in one battle, repelled the Venetian Navy in another battle, and pacified Macedonia in another battle, forcing Leman Russ to come to Constantinople in person to sign the treaty. This unprecedented winning streak had not been staged within the empire for hundreds of years and was worth celebrating with a triumphal ceremony.

When Aenarion returned with his army, the entire streets of Constantinople were deserted. People celebrated the victorious Roman soldiers with food and drink. The sound of firecrackers, the cheers of the people, and the noise of children reached the sky!

The first to enter the city were the auxiliary soldiers. Amid the high-pitched and passionate trumpets of military musicians, the deafening sound of war drums, and the passionate singing, they were arranged in neat squares and marched in well-trained steps. They proudly entered the capital amid the cheers and love of the people. The auxiliary soldiers wore armor to protect their bodies, and held spears, shields, javelins, and muskets in their hands. They walked the streets of Rome in a heroic and vigorous manner. Thousands of pairs of boots trampled on the cobblestone road, making a uniform roar. The onlookers cheered and watched this army fighting for themselves and their country, with pride in their hearts beyond words.

Some foreign merchants who came here to trade were also amazed, as if the invincible Roman legion a thousand years ago had returned to Constantinople, to which they were always loyal.

The legionnaires behind the auxiliary soldiers were even more shocking. The standard of protection for the auxiliary soldiers was just a chest armor to protect the torso, while the legionnaires' armor was tightly wrapped from head to toe, with the armor skirt hanging down to the ankles. Their faces were like steel masks, with only a pair of eyes full of wildness and murderous intent exposed on their bodies, like silver towers, which were daunting.

There were tens of thousands of these armed soldiers, divided into teams of a hundred, advancing slowly under the purple eagle flags fluttering in the wind.

Surrounded by legionnaires, six pure-white war horses, pulling a golden open-top chariot, slowly entered the gate of Constantinople. Four flags were placed side by side on the chariot. They were the golden cross β flag with a red background of the Eastern Roman Empire, the white double-headed eagle flag with a purple background of the Son of the Emperor of the Third Legion, the unique red-gold legion eagle flag of the Eastern Roman Empire's warmaster, and the SPQR purple-gold eagle flag symbolizing the emperor of the empire, Augustus. The four flags fluttered above the golden chariot!

Under these four banners stood Aenarion, fully armed.

On the left stood Indrognir, the commander of the Imperial Guards, who was also fully armed, and on the right stood Leman Russ, who was not wearing any armor and was only in casual clothes. The appearance of the emperor brought the atmosphere of joy to the fore once again!

Several giant dragons flew over his head, dropping purple rose petals on Augustus' head. Aenarion bathed in the gorgeous rain of flowers with his arms open, enjoying the cheers and love of the people, and loudly announced the results of this war.

The entire Aegean Islands, Aeginion at the Macedonian seaport, and the Macedonian fortress Syndos all belong to the empire!

Unlike the Roman soldiers who were filled with glory and excitement, Leman Russ was humiliated to the extreme. He felt like an animal in a zoo, or Aenarion's spoils of war, parading on a carriage for the people of the entire city to see the fruits of the Romans' victory.