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In addition to dealing with the above tasks, Aenarion was also doing two crucial things. The first was to find the trace of Asuryan. The power of Khaine's Chosen was so strong, and the power of the Sun God, the only one who could fight against it, could not be weak. According to the guidance, that thing should be in Egypt.

Secondly, he gave the soldiers desensitization training. Once he activated the power of Khaine's Chosen, the entire army would fall into uncontrollable violence and killing. The boiling blood would stir up a storm in their limbs and bones, and they would only know to offer more blood and death to the God of Murder. Aenarion spent a lot of time every day training his royal guards and the drow legions so that they could adapt to and control this bloody carnival.

After dealing with a lot of things every day, Aenarion would relax and indulge in the gentleness of life. Moras's sexy and enchanting body was like a poison that made him addicted and unable to extricate himself.

She knew that her power was too weak compared to Aenarion's guards and the drow legions that were increasingly obedient to his orders. The reason she became queen was entirely because Aenarion needed a

As the legal ruler of Egypt, she was just a mascot, so she hardly cared about politics and let her husband slowly conquer the whole of Egypt through force and culture, while she focused on conquering Aenarion.

That night, she invited Aenarion to the palace for a date. In the magnificent hall, dozens of young and beautiful drow maids were naked, playing obscene and decadent music with ancient Egyptian instruments. Dozens of other maids were wearing extremely revealing and sexy long skirts, dancing in the golden candlelight.

Moras dyed her shining silver hair into a comfortable black, braided it into countless slender braids, and draped it over her shoulders in front of her chest. She wore a Pharaoh's eagle crown made entirely of gold on her head, and her dark eyeliner was raised into a foxy shape, making her face even more charming and alluring after being moisturized for a long time.

And that flawless body that looked like an ancient Greek sculpture was wearing a gorgeous long dress woven with golden dragon scales, silk threads, and feathers, which was extremely brilliant and dazzling.

"This is an antique I recently found in the treasury. Cleopatra ruled Upper and Lower Egypt in this posture."

To the ancient rhythm and dance, Moras stood up from the throne, pinched the hem of her skirt with golden feathers, and slowly lifted it to both sides, like a nightingale spreading its wings, gradually revealing her two slender legs, her breathtakingly beautiful face, and a smile that was charming to the core.

"Will you, then, conquer me, my Caesar?"

Aenarion gladly accepted the invitation. Dozens of naked drow maids lay together on the carpet in the palace, turning it into a soft and lewd bed of flesh. Others continued to dance and play music, allowing their king and queen to indulge in ecstasy and madness in the golden candlelight.

The next day, when Morathi was free again, he invited Aenarion to the dungeon, saying that he had caught an important spy. Aenarion hurried to see, but found that several maids had replaced the original jailer, and Morathi herself was hung in the prison cell. Scarlet ropes were wandering freely on her delicate skin, weaving into exquisite and neat geometric patterns on her seductive body, tightly binding every inch of her soft flesh, making her round breasts more upright, her waist more slender, and her hands raised high above her head, hung on the beams by scarlet ropes.

Her affectionate eyes were covered by a piece of black cloth, and a scarlet ball gag was fixed on her lips with a leather belt. The prison was equipped with all kinds of fancy torture instruments and equipment. Several maids opened the door of the cell to welcome the king.

On the third day, Aenarion was sitting in his office dealing with military matters, but his feet stepped on something soft. He looked down and found Morathi naked, hiding under the table, looking at him lovingly. Before Aenarion could react, several servants came into the room to report the situation, and Morathi unbuttoned Aenarion's pants under the cover of the table with a wicked smile, serving his king. Then, after the servants left, Aenarion, who was so angry that he laughed, had sex with him.

On the fourth day, when Aenarion was preparing to have lunch, several drow maids brought a huge plate. When they opened it, they saw the washed Morathi herself. After she lay flat on her back, the proud mountains still stood tall, one covered with honey and the other with meat sauce. Various ingredients were placed on her body, waiting for the king to enjoy and taste her.

On the fifth, sixth, and seventh days... Moras did all kinds of things to please Caesar, including drinking and sex, and was completely immersed in lust and love, which made Astariel and the others very upset - where is your mother? Usually, everyone took turns to have it, or shared it together, and the sisters were very harmonious. What's the point of you doing so many tricks? Do you want to eat alone all the time?

Aenarion, aware of the turmoil in his harem, did not go to find Moras on the eighth day, but stayed with his other wives. He did not look for Moras for three consecutive days. This move made the Queen of Egypt jealous. She paced back and forth in the room sourly. She was surprised to find that she seemed to be really trapped. All the ridiculous things she had done before were not purely for political purposes.

Moras had a clear mind. The competition for favor in the palace was not a romance novel written by minstrels for various European mistresses and the sultan's favorite concubines: a girl with outstanding appearance but low status competes for the favor of the monarch, and uses her beauty to make the emperor infatuated, and becomes a queen directly. That is pure nonsense. The minstrels wrote these because the mistresses who could never become the main wife in their lifetime were willing to pay to listen to such false stories, imagining that they could also gain power like the heroine in the story.

The real palace struggle for favor is a competition of the power behind and the power in one's hands. Even if Liu Bang liked Concubine Qi, he could not abolish Lu Zhi's position as queen, let alone make Concubine Qi's child the crown prince, because the power of the Lu family was there - of course, throughout history, there were indeed some stupid emperors who really did this, but the consequence was that the empire fell into disarray in a short period of time.

A qualified ruler would not favor a woman because of her beauty. If he did, then this ruler was not worthy of being seduced by me. Aenarion said he would accompany his other wives and just left without paying any attention to me.

Morathi was a little anxious, realizing that he was no match for Aenarion's other wives, not to mention those in Greece, but those who had accompanied him far away.

Zheng's wife.

Behind Astariel is one of the three major families in Rome: the Angelos. This group of double-headed eagles are widely present in many of Rome's main combat legions, holding important positions such as legion commander and company commander. Her brother Mahmoud is one of the empire's few independent generals, and her aunt Gillian is the chief minister of the inner court, and in fact the head of all officials.

Behind Indragnir is also one of the three major families in Rome: Palaeologus. This group of people is slightly weaker in the army. The most famous are the 19 Palaeologus who can form the Dragon Air Force with Indragnir. However, this family has extremely great power in the political arena. After all, Palaeologus ruled the Roman Empire for hundreds of years before, and she herself was the Marshal of the Guards of Aenarion.

And Rani, a girl with four arms and ice-blue skin, does not have any power to support her in the empire. But if she is provoked, it is possible that the little princess of the Holy Roman Empire will call a ship of Habsburgs from her mother's home.

There seems to be no power behind Miaoying, but it is outrageous that she calls Indrognir mother and Aenarion father. This is the thing we dare not do the most.

With this calculation, the most innocent one is the female knight who is known as the hottest in France. She has no power behind her and is very easy to deceive. With a meal and a gift, he can make her a good friend. But her fighting ability is too exaggerated. Aenarion can't beat her even with amplification magic without using any damaging spells.

As for himself, there was only a liberated Egypt. Those freed slaves had no good feelings towards the royal family of the previous dynasty. If he had not fought side by side with Aenarion and destroyed the rule of the Mamluks, it would still be unknown whether they would recognize him. He was just a totem, a symbol, a glue between the old people of the previous dynasty and the people of the new era.

Moras frowned slightly, her insecurity and surging jealousy made her more and more flustered. No, she must have a child with Aenarion and educate him very well, so good that he would surpass all of Aenarion's descendants. This would be the key to breaking the deadlock.

For an immortal species like elves, the probability of conception is much lower than that of humans, but it doesn't matter. Moras boiled the drow potion again and applied it on his private parts, greatly increasing his chances of conception. He then once again invited Aenarion to enjoy bliss, but was told that his majesty had prepared a surprise for him.

Moras was somewhat happy, and followed the maid without hesitation, only to find that all of Aenarion's wives were there, their white and tender bodies entangled with each other, and the air was full of lewd smells. Before she could react, Astariel grabbed her wrist with a wicked smile and pulled her into the room. With a cry of surprise, she was drowned by the other girls, and a wild and erotic party began.

The marble pillars that rubbed against the drow secret medicine, and under the horrified gaze of Morathi, they reached into the valley of all Aenarion's wives.

A few days later, after dealing with government affairs, Aenarion looked at the report in his hand and fell into deep thought. Astariel, Miaoying, and Moras all became pregnant on the same day? Astariel might be pregnant with twins?

Hiss - is it true that this probability will not shorten my life span?

Chapter 480: Iberia Fuse

Wars on the European continent never break out alone. When Aenarion and Selim joined forces to divide the Mamluks and filled their stomachs, further turmoil broke out in Western Europe. As the third holder of Rome's claim, the Habsburg felt more uncomfortable watching the expansion of Rome and the Ottoman Empire than seeing himself cede territory and pay indemnities. The new flintlock rifles of the Roman Empire also gave him a great shock.

The Ottomans were not surprised by this new weapon. It seemed that it was just a little more convenient. Their flintlocks were not much better than our matchlocks when fighting the Mamluks. The empire had just expanded so much territory, and money was needed everywhere. You want me to replace the matchlocks of hundreds of thousands of troops with flintlocks? The various classes in the country who made a living by producing matchlocks did not want to ruin their own jobs. The Ottomans, this extremely large ship, was difficult to turn around in the tide of the times.

If the Ottoman Empire simply did not want to change, then the Holy Roman Empire could not change. The Roman Empire began to popularize the saltpeter method of making gunpowder throughout Athens, and later inherited half of the Ottoman workers and military factories. It also absorbed a large number of Italian craftsmen during the Renaissance, which enabled it to carry out large-scale musket equipment and improvements. There were not even large-scale gunpowder workshops in the Habsburg territories, and Bohemia and Silesia had just begun to industrialize, and their fiscal and taxation capabilities were no match for Rome and the Ottoman Empire.

Therefore, the Holy Roman Empire started fighting on two fronts. After consolidating its rule in Portugal, the Habsburg expeditionary force turned its attention to other kingdoms on the Iberian Peninsula: Castile and Aragon were both considered local hegemons, and there was no reason for them to fight others, so don't even think about it in the short term.

The Kingdom of Granada was extremely weak: it was the last Muslim regime on the Iberian Peninsula. As long as they were driven away, the reconquest of Iberia would be declared a victory, and they could openly take over this land. The ultimate goal of the Holy Roman Emperor was very simple - to turn the Iberian Peninsula, which is surrounded by the sea on three sides and faces mountains on one side, and is extremely closed and safe, into the back garden of the Habsburg family, control the bridgehead of the New World, and send the gold and silver of the New World to Vienna in a steady stream.

On the other side, the Holy Roman Emperor personally led the Holy Roman New Army across the Alps and invaded the northern part of Venice.

The Italian city-states tried to bring all of these Italian city-states, which had extremely developed handicrafts and commerce and were extremely wealthy, under their own rule, and slowly devour and digest these finances, workshops and workers in order to catch up with the pace of Rome and the Ottoman Empire.

These two moves were made at the right time. In order to maintain the stability of Egypt, defend against the Bedouins in the south, and dig the Suez Canal, Aenarion could not even return to Constantinople, let alone go on an expedition. The Ottoman Empire had already occupied a lot of roads, and no one could interfere with the expansion of the Holy Roman Empire.

But he was courting death when he went on an expedition to the last Muslim country in Iberia.

Aenarion can turn a blind eye to the war in northern Italy, that place is even farther away than Egypt, and there is a powerful enemy like Venice in between. It is impossible for me to turn against the Holy Roman Empire at this critical juncture just because of a claim of "recovering my homeland" and respond to the fanatical calls at home.

However, Selim could not ignore Granada: I had just become the emperor of the Islamic world, the caliph of all Muslims, and the ruler of Granada had also granted me the seal of authority, becoming a sultan under my rule and incorporating it into the universal Muslim empire, and then I was invaded by you? And I was about to be beaten to death by the infidels?

If I ignore it, I will immediately lose the support of the people! The bunch of North African brothers who just surrendered, as well as the Muslims with various factions in the country, will feel disheartened, whether they think they are unable to rescue or do not want to rescue, and they are likely to leave the banner of the Caliphate, and the universal empire that has just been established will begin to collapse and disintegrate.

Once the war breaks out, even if you are unwilling, you must run all the way from Syria, the easternmost part of the Mediterranean, to Iberia, the westernmost part of the Mediterranean, to participate in the war and show that you, as the caliph, have the ability to protect the entire Islamic world. Otherwise, what rights do you have to usurp the emperor?

Selim cursed the Holy Roman Empire a thousand times in his heart, and sent envoys three times to mediate with the Holy Roman Empire, saying that as long as war did not break out, everything could be discussed. However, as long as the Holy Roman Army set foot on the land of Granada, a Muslim jihad army would immediately land in Iberia.

The Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire scoffed at the threat of the Caliph. I was looking for this opportunity. You haven't even digested Persia yet, and you've taken so much land. Now you want to transport troops across the entire Mediterranean? If you have the ability, transport one to me. Don't even mention Spain. Believe it or not, I will burn the Muslims in Tunisia for you.

Faced with the provocation of the Holy Roman Empire, Selim wanted to go straight to Vienna. He picked up some troops here and there, and finally pulled out 2,000 Janissaries from Persia. Then, in the name of the Caliph, he recruited fanatical red-headed warriors, tieflings, Ghis, and mind flayers from the newly conquered lands, telling them to go to Iberia to fight a holy war and stop causing trouble for him at home. In the end, he got a cannon fodder force of 20,000 people.

Selim solemnly appointed his other child: Alauddin as the warmaster of this crusade; Sword-Bearer Vichir, Grand Imam, and Commander of the Word Bearers: Lorgar Aurelion as the leader of the Supreme Religion; Commander of the Black Legion: Abaddon as the vanguard; and then transferred a company of mages from the Thousand Sons, whose commander was none other than Iskandar Khayon.

The four led an expeditionary force of 22,000 people into the Iberian battlefield. Before leaving, Selim gave them many warnings - you don't need to capture cities in distant lands. Even if you do, we won't be able to rule them because of the entire Mediterranean Sea. The North African and Iberian countries only need to acknowledge themselves as vassals. The Ottomans have no territorial claims in Iberia.

However, the Kingdom of Granada cannot lose an inch of territory! The Holy Roman Empire must be brought to the negotiation table for peace!

Alauddin is not very famous in this era, but in history, he is also a ruthless man and one of Selim's best sons. When Selim became Sultan, his brothers and sisters were still serving as governors in the Ottoman provinces and had many supporters, which posed a great threat to his position as Sultan and there were even signs of rebellion.

And his son, Alauddin, Suleiman's biological brother, led his army to fight all over the Ottoman Empire, put all his uncles on prison carts, or cut off their heads as gifts, and presented them all to his Sultan and father, thus consolidating Selim's rule.

Aenarion watched the expeditionary force drifting along the Egyptian coastline without any reaction. Selim had informed him in advance and paid the toll, so he told the ports not to stop them and let them go. It was none of his business whether they would be wiped out by the Venetian fleet on the North African coast.

The Islamic and Catholic jihadist armies were preparing for a decisive battle in Iberia? Or was it 1466? This was beyond history. Aenarion was not prepared, nor did he have the extra troops to go to a place as far away as Iberia to fight a boring jihad that had nothing to do with him and would not even bring him any rewards.

I don't care who wins. It would be best if both the Holy Roman Empress and the Ottoman Caliph lose. I want to concentrate on managing the four provinces of Egypt, building the Suez Canal, and the grand plan of colonizing India. Go away and don't bother me.

But what Aenarion didn't know was that his butterfly had flapped its wings too many times in Greece and Egypt, and a horrific war that would soon involve all the forces in Europe had already fired its first shot in the Iberian Peninsula.

In the north, the Holy Roman Empire

The most outstanding offspring of the Queen of England: Maximilian von Habsburg personally took command. Under the leadership of the black eagle flag with a gold background, the mighty Shinra expeditionary force rushed into Granada. Hundreds of huge land dragons let out earth-shaking roars.

In the south, the most war-savvy son of the Ottoman Caliph, Alauddin ibn Selim ibn Bayezid ibn Muhammad, under the highly inflammatory speech of Lorcha, almost incited all the Muslims in North Africa and set off their religious enthusiasm. The Muslim countries in North Africa followed Ottoman, the son of the Caliph, and Lorcha, the most skilled in religious incitement among the legion commanders, went to Iberia together to participate in the glorious jihad and win the supreme glory under the witness of Allah.

Chapter 481: Son and Daughter

The work in Egypt is in full swing. The biggest problem at the moment is the Bedouins - they are a branch of the Arab Ghis people, a tall but haggard humanoid creature with an average height of about 1.8 meters, rough yellow skin, reddish-brown hair, and an almost flat and invisible nose, with only two narrow nasal cavities like Voldemort, and short and pointed ears, which look more like green-skinned orc ears than elf ears.

When the Ghis people of the Arabian Peninsula finally overthrew the rule of the Sassanid Persians and regained their freedom, they immediately expanded into an Arab Empire that was more autocratic and more terrifying than Persia under the leadership of several great leaders.

Some Gis people believe that these compatriots who have escaped from slavery and become Arab leaders are still using war, army, ambition, and glory to enslave other compatriots, and their methods are even more cruel than the previous mind flayers. They have made every Gis person of appropriate age into a soldier, and shed their last drop of blood for the empire's eastern expedition to the Anxi Protectorate and western expedition to the Roman Franks. Therefore, civil strife broke out, and the Gis people became the Githyanki, the rulers of the Arab Empire, and the Githzerai who blindly pursued freedom.

This group of people naturally hate centralized rule and huge empires. The Roman green card has no appeal to them. They live in the loose form of nomadic tribes in the Arabian Peninsula and the North African desert.

If you don't want to join, then don't join. Then can you not plunder my borders? What? Nomads can't guarantee a stable income regardless of drought or flood, so they must plunder to survive? You are unwilling to join Rome, but you are also unwilling to die. This makes me feel very embarrassed.

In 1467, after completing the promotion of laws, the assessment of officials, and the implementation of policies, Aenarion led the newly established auxiliary corps and personally launched a strangulation campaign against the Bedouins.

Fighting desert nomads is almost the same as fighting grassland nomads, or even simpler and easier, because there are only so many oases in the desert. As long as you find a good map, you can easily infer the opponent's whereabouts. The Roman Empire has complete advantage in the sky. Dragons and falcons swoop over the vast sea of ​​​​sand, and locate the coordinates of these Githzerai people by relying on air supremacy. Then, groups of high elves, cat people, and drow elves on camels rush over. All of them are wrapped in thick blood fog, and their eyes are like rubies, flashing bright killing halos.

Aenarion used these Githzerai as a touchstone for his troops. He used a series of small-scale wars to familiarize his army with the blood power of Khaine. A large number of black and white elves bathed in the power of murder, and their combat effectiveness was greatly enhanced. A large number of drow elves and cat people who had originally been enslaved became more and more skilled in using flintlocks and bayonets in the war, and achieved more and more brilliant results. They also gained a lot of treasure and glory from each victory.

In 1468, Aenarion began to popularize conscription throughout Greece. Staying in Egypt all year round made the Roman Empire feel a little afraid of its own Augustus: It is said that our emperor found a magic sword of a heretic god in Egypt, and the imperial guards who followed him in battles all year round became warriors more crazy and bloodthirsty than the believers of Khorne, and those cruel and terrifying drow elves expanded to sixty auxiliary legions - these black-skinned elves are monsters that are more bloodthirsty than vampires. Under the command of Augustus, they killed countless heads and rivers of blood. They slaughtered countless desert clans. It is said that the yellow sand on the Egyptian side was slaughtered into the dark red of death.

However, these are just some rumors in the world. The legions stationed in Greece are so greedy that they wish Aenarion would transfer them to Egypt tomorrow to fight and earn military merits.

After hearing about the unrest in the country, Aenarion took the time to return to Constantinople and showed everyone the power of the Sword of Cain. He also said that this divine power was the legacy of the Roman Empire. He would seize more territory for the empire and make Rome great again! The army naturally cheered, and the citizens believed in the emperor's promise. It had been hundreds of years, and Aenarion was the only emperor who could recover his homeland and even Egypt. The interests of the remaining officials were also highly tied to the expansion of Rome. The matter of the evil god's sword soon came to nothing.

After pacifying the people at home, Aenarion took some time to be affectionate with his lover and wife, and to look at his eldest son, Thranduil, born to Lady Mara. He was ten years old, but according to human standards, he was only one or two years old and was in the stage of stumbling and learning to walk. He could not be taught anything for the time being.

However, it was several years after Thranduil was born that he obtained the Habsburg's [Gene Stealing] power, but this little baby

His face was breathtakingly beautiful, with several maids surrounding him every day like crazy fans. When he sneezed, he would randomly spit out dragon breath of various elements. In the summer, when he felt too hot, he would unconsciously freeze everything he touched to cool down his crib - all of this was the warlock bloodline that he had contracted and stolen from others.

The Habsburg bloodline seems to be bound to one's own bloodline. When one obtains the bloodline of other warlocks, the direct bloodline will inherit it regardless of whether it has been born or not.

In that year, Astariel and Moras gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Astariel panted and happily looked at the elf babies she gave birth to. She held them tenderly in her arms and named them Morlan and Yilan. Both the brother and sister were standard high elves, with extremely cute and beautiful faces. Even the cruelest butcher would smile from the bottom of his heart when he saw their faces. They perfectly inherited everything from her.

Moras also gave birth to a son, named Malekith, who also inherited everything. He looked exactly like the high elves, with fair skin and golden hair, but his eyes inherited his mother's characteristics, like two burning suns, burning the killing fire of the drow elves.

As for Miaoying, perhaps the dragon's reproductive cycle is different from that of the elves, so there is no movement yet. Moreover, this little girl's body age was forcibly increased by the magic pet contract, and her mind is still that of a little girl. She pesters him every day to act coquettishly and play, and her eyes roll back when she is fucked in bed. She gasps and calls daddy, and the lewd scene of her lower body squirting and her breasts spraying milk makes Aenarion's blood boil, and he can't stop. Every night, the sheets are soaked with vaginal fluid and milk.

Chapter 482: Religious Fanaticism

While the Eastern Roman Empire was recuperating and the royal family was enjoying themselves, the Iberian Peninsula had turned into a bloody hell.

When Alauddin, Abaddon, and Lorgar Aurelion landed in Spain, they immediately recruited soldiers locally. These were all Githyanki born in the Arabian Peninsula. Back then, the Arab Empire expanded all the way to Iberia, but was defeated by Frank and unable to continue northward. Therefore, these Gith expeditionary forces settled in Iberia permanently. Unlike the Githzerai, who are free and loose and hate power, the Githyanki society is extremely militarized. Even the Soldier King of Prussia would say, "I think you are a bit too extreme."

Moreover, after breaking free from the shackles of the mind flayers, these slaves naturally filled the vacancies left by the mind flayers, capturing other races on a large scale to work as their slaves, and instantly became new slave owners from slaves.

Later, after the Arab Empire was completely weakened by internal divisions and foreign invasions, no Githyanki had enough prestige to reunite the entire tribe in this era. It turned out to be a Turkic ogre who could unify this group of fallen descendants of the empire again.

Alaud al-Din immediately transferred the two thousand Janissaries and twenty thousand preliminarily trained soldiers brought from the country to the command of Abaddon and Khayon, and stationed them in various border fortresses to resist enemy invasion. They also built bastions and composite walls that could reduce the damage of artillery shells to resist the artillery fire of Shinra.

During the time they had delayed, Lorca incited and spread the significance of this jihad to the Islamic world, attracting more local people to join the army. Alauddin accelerated the training of these fanatical religious elements and equipped them with muskets, training them in the most basic and easiest shooting and bayonet skills, and then bringing them to the battlefield in batches. Even a child who had only trained for three days could kill a knight who had trained for twenty years with a musket.

The Ottomans were most influenced by Rome and were the first to realize the rules of the new era. Human life is not as valuable as guns and gunpowder. In this extreme environment, I am not equipping all soldiers with muskets, but I am equipping each musket with a cannon fodder who pulls the trigger.

Faced with the strong intervention of the Ottomans, the Habsburgs were also very annoyed. They had conquered half of the Kingdom of Granada. The Gisyanki were faced with standard assault tactics such as artillery bombardment, cavalry charge, and infantry harvesting. They were beaten without any ability to fight back. They were about to push the opponent's capital and push these damn Muslims into the sea, but they were met with a joint counterattack by Abaddon and Khayon.

The two sides fought several bloody battles on the Iberian Peninsula, but there was no clear winner. The Habsburg expeditionary force could no longer capture any Muslim fortress. The local Gisyanki made rapid progress after absorbing the Ottoman advanced tactics and various firearms and equipment. They were able to fight the Holy Roman Expeditionary Force head-on. In addition, the strong fortresses slowed down the progress of the Holy Roman Empire.

Maximilian had no choice but to change his tactics. He stopped attacking the heavily defended castles and instead made detours to attack important landmarks and cities in Granada, forcing the enemy to come out of the sturdy castles for rescue. Then, when the enemy marched to support, he turned around and launched an attack, defeating the enemy in mobile warfare.

However, he was still a little young. Abaddon was not afraid of field battles. With Aenarion's Phalanx, his army was invulnerable even on the undefended plains. As for artillery bombardment, the Ottoman artillery and mages were not afraid of counter-attacks. As for defense, the Shinra's land dragon knights could not break through Abaddon's Black Legion. They couldn't even use artillery to disrupt the enemy's forces or use cavalry to tear apart the enemy's positions, let alone infantry sweeps.

Maximilian was wearing full plate armor, holding a war hammer and

Shield personally took part in the battle, and every attack contained terrifying earthquake power, causing the entire battlefield to tremble!

Every time the hammer was swung, the air shattered like glass. Three or four Janissaries wearing heavy armor were shattered along with their armor, and the sky shattered into dozens of bloody pieces of flesh. Dozens of people were shaken and lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Every time the shield hit, the ground broke and cracked rapidly as if it had been bombed. Some people were shocked so much that their eyes rolled back, they vomited blood, and even lost consciousness. More soldiers screamed and fell into the huge cracks in the ground! Screaming and struggling in the dark abyss, this outstanding young generation of Habsburgs tore the entire battlefield apart like a natural disaster. Even the centurions of the Janissaries could not withstand a blow containing the power of an earthquake.

Some musketeers wanted to use a volley to eliminate this walking scourge, but before they could aim, the ground beneath their feet began to shake violently, and the horrible earthquake made everything shake. Not to mention shooting, even aiming became a problem. Then a large number of Shinra musketeers opened a round of volleys at them, making their blood splatter and their limbs fly.

Seeing this man so arrogant, Abaddon, surrounded by a group of Janissaries, roared and rushed forward. This three-meter-tall Viking half-giant was wearing triple iron armor and was armed to the teeth except for a helmet. His towering braids fluttered in the wind. In his left hand he wielded a two-meter-and-a-half-long two-handed sword, and his right hand seemed to have been cut off and artificially sewn together into an extremely huge and terrifying demon claw.

Maximilian raised his war hammer and swung it in the air. The terrifying force of the earthquake turned into an approaching storm, like a siege hammer, and smashed Abaddon's chest hard from a distance of dozens of meters. The entire space was shattered in the violent tremor. The force of the earthquake penetrated the triple heavy armor and directly shook and damaged his internal organs. Abaddon's eyes rolled back and blood flowed from his seven orifices. The blood he spat out of his mouth contained pieces of broken internal organs.

However, such a horrible shock could not delay Abaddon's charge for even a second. He resisted the force of the earthquake, and suddenly jumped up into the sky. His body was like a taut longbow, bending backwards madly, and then like a meteor, it exploded in front of Maximilian! The huge sword that was constantly raised backwards, with the momentum of the dive, swung forward with all its strength, hit his helmet heavily, and with a jump, knocked him to the ground.

Maximilian rolled on the ground, spitting blood and gastric juice while trying to stand up again. The helmet forged with pure gold had a huge crack left by the sword just now. His whole head was shaking from the violent impact and the scene in front of him was spinning. If it weren't for the helmet, half of his head would have been chopped off by that blow just now.

But even so, the sealed knight's helmet is now filled with miserable blood and vomited breakfast.

Abaddon swung the second sword, and Maximilian raised his shield to block it while smashing his chest with a hammer. The violent vibration shattered Abaddon's outermost plate chest armor. The armor forged by the best craftsmen of the Ottoman Empire was shattered into scrap iron all over the ground.

But the next second, Abaddon's claws grasped the enemy's shield, and with a fierce squeeze, the enchanted shield worth tens of thousands of silver coins was directly crushed into a ball of scrap metal! Maximilian was stunned. The demon claws threw the scrap metal at his feet casually, and then grabbed Maximilian himself.

Maximilian's eyes widened in horror. As Abaddon tightened his demon claws once again, he mobilized the power of earthquake with all his strength and smashed him on the head with a hammer! This is the third time. You have been hit by the power of earthquake three times in a row, and you still don't fall down?

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, Abaddon was blown away. His brain was flattened and a large part of it was dented. His long braid was untied and scattered all over his head. Blood and brain matter splattered all over his huge and burly body through his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears.

But Maximilian was not feeling well either. Even though Abaddon was blown away, he clenched the Demon Claw tightly. His twenty-four ribs were broken along with the enchanted plate armor, and his internal organs were squeezed and displaced. He felt that in the next second, all his internal organs would be vomited out of his throat. The two leaders collapsed on the battlefield and vomited blood. No one could get up and continue fighting. The three ordinary attacks launched by the opponent's weapons were no less damaging than his own earthquake. The long-war veterans of the Black Legion and the Imperial Guards of the Shinra New Army hurriedly snatched their leaders and retreated.

A day later, the two were rescued by priests from both sides and continued to lead their troops in the battle as if nothing had happened. Abaddon seized the opportunity and launched several counterattacks. As a result, the Holy Roman Empire also deployed the Aenarion Phalanx. Amid the fierce artillery bombardment, the Ottoman Sipahi Ogre Armored Cavalry, the Tiefling Red-Headed Warriors' heavy cavalry, and the North African nomadic light cavalry were also unable to defeat the new army of the Holy Roman Empire.

Time and again, defensive battles, outflanking battles, and mobile battles all turned into wars of attrition. A large number of expeditionary forces and jihadists armed with super-long spears and long lances formed a dense spear wall and charged at each other, engaging in an extremely brutal close combat. A large number of soldiers in the front row were not killed by spears, but were crushed into a pool of meat paste in the mutual impact of the two spear legions.

The two sides fought for several months, but the front line was never able to move forward. However, Maximilian found that things were not going well.

That's right. The Ottomans seemed to have unlimited military force. Today they killed a thousand enemies, and tomorrow they defeated three thousand enemies in one fell swoop. But the day after tomorrow, hundreds of people would enter the battlefield with muskets and spears, shouting "Allah! Hu Akbar!"

Under the fanatical instigation of Lorgar and the training and reorganization of Alauddin, entire villages and tribes of Muslims were incorporated into the legion in just three days. These people who were caught up in religious fanaticism, under the command of Abaddon, fought a bloody battle with Shinra to the end.

The reason behind this is extremely simple. Catholicism is too exclusive. After they occupied most of Iberia, not to mention Muslims, all non-Catholics were kicked out of Iberia. These people lost all their property, left their homes, and became exiled to Granada or even further North Africa, struggling to survive in a foreign country.

And now, these Muslims who had lost everything were easily incited by Loka. They raised their weapons with fanatical looks on their faces, vowing to take revenge and return to their homeland.

Chapter 483: Fire of Hatred

The two sides fought several more battles in Granada, but there was still no winner. The new army of the Holy Roman Empire was extremely brave and elite, while the Ottoman holy war cannon fodder had more people. The scene of a commander leading elite cavalry to rush hundreds of miles to destroy and intercept camps was no longer possible. Facing the Aenarion phalanx, without the cooperation of infantry and artillery, pure cavalry did not even have the qualifications to attack them. When two Aenarion phalanxes collided, it would be a long and cruel meat grinder. Both sides could only use human lives and time to slowly build up a bloody victory.