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The dark angels were a little confused. They also didn't know about the existence of the fallen angels. Seeing a group of fallen angels rushing towards them, everyone from the generals to the soldiers were stunned for a moment.

What the hell is going on? This group of unarmored peasant soldiers are obviously cannon fodder, but they managed to form a tortoise shell formation that only the Janissaries would train, and they are proficient in using spears and javelins, and even use shields to block their vision and use chevaux de frise to ambush people. These are all classic cases written in textbooks. This is already very weird.

Then, a group of Janissaries formed a wall and came towards him? And didn't they also look like dark angels? !

"The other side! We are soldiers from the First Legion, the 57th, 58th, and 59th Companies of the Dark Angels! Carrying out the orders of the Legion Commander! Which part are you from?!"

Asmodai frowned and ordered the messenger to shout. At the same time, he urgently sent a small group of Janissaries to ride on horses to protect his rear. Aenarion rushed to the front, waving the Spear of Dionysus in his right hand and taking out the magic wand for amplification in his left hand. He pointed forward, and in an instant, five purple lightning bolts whizzed out from the tip of the wand and instantly exploded in the chests of the five Janissaries! The limbs of the five Janissaries were twitching and foaming at the mouth. When they fell off the saddle, the sound of thunderstorms formed by lightning rubbing against the air slowly came.

Aenarion concentrated his mind, and after using a lightning version of the psionic missile, he used a Death Coil on the Janissary who looked the most difficult to deal with. A skeleton burning with purple and blue flames hit his skull like a meteor, and then exploded into balls of gorgeous fireworks mixed with blood.

After killing several Janissaries, the Dark Angels' interception team rushed to his face, with two lances pointed at his heart and throat. Aenarion's eyes emitted a terrifying purple halo, and the bodies of the two Dark Angels also flashed a purple halo. Both of them left their horses and floated in the air. Aenarion controlled them and threw them at his teammates! Two more Janissaries were knocked over!

At this moment, the two cavalry units, like two trains running towards each other at maximum speed, collided fiercely! Sharp lances pierced through the enemy's armor and flesh, galloping horses smashed the enemy's horses and riders, and brilliant magic annihilated the enemy's life and soul.

For a moment, the place where the two cavalry units collided with each other seemed to be blooming with a death firework made of flesh, blood, and steel. Amid the war roars of the elves, the neighing of war horses, and the clanging of weapons, one knight after another, one war horse after another, one piece of flesh after another, accompanied by scarlet blood beads and turbid dust, were knocked in all directions!

Chapter 211: Asmodai

"Kill that person in golden armor and purple robe!"

Aenarion's extremely conspicuous gold-studded armor has two effects at the same time. First, it allows friendly forces to see their own warmaster charging on the front line, thus boosting morale. But at the same time, it will also allow all enemies to see where he is, making him extremely easy to be targeted. At the moment when the two sides started a big melee, three more Janissaries came to kill him!

Aenarion and the Janissary who was in the front thrust their spears forward. The two spears were like golden and silver-iron lightning, whistling and tearing through the sky, and fiercely stabbing at the enemy's throat!

"clang!!!"

Under the astonished gaze of the other party, Aenarion, with incredible reaction speed, narrowly avoided the Janissary's lance thrust! The sharp spear of the Dark Angel pierced his helmet, creating brilliant and dazzling metal sparks.

The Spear of Dionysus in his hand pierced the target with incredible precision. Although it did not penetrate the armor through a layer of chain mail throat guard, it still smashed the man's larynx with terrifying force. The huge impact made the man spit out blood, fall off his horse, and the blood splashed into the sky through the thousands of gaps in the chain mail.

At the same time, the second Janissary wielded his scimitar and chopped at Aenarion's head viciously. At this moment, Aenarion stabbed out with the spear in his hand, and there was no time to defend. The third Janissary also drew his bow and arrow, and two consecutive arrows flew straight at Aenarion's face!

Suddenly, a chilling and chilling psychic wave spread out from Aenarion, making the surrounding soldiers feel as if they were falling into an icy cave and sweating coldly. An arm, an arm branded with the demonic pattern of lust, quietly stretched out from under Aenarion's armpit, and at the moment of pulling out Khaine's sword, he took advantage of the momentum and slashed upward, blocking the opponent's Atkan scimitar with a sharp and piercing sound of metal friction and thousands of blooming metal sparks.

Before the Janissary could react, a second magic pattern arm emerged from behind him, and like lightning, it took out a transforming blade from its backpack, and controlled it to transform from a 1.5-meter-long sword into a 5.1-meter-long spear, which instantly pierced into his armpit which was not protected by any armor, and stabbed the second Janissary to death in the flying blood!

At the same time, the third and fourth arms stretched out from Aenarion's right shoulder. With the demon hunter's superior reflexes, they dodged the first arrow and caught the second flying arrow with their hands. They pressed the arrow shaft hard with their thumbs and broke it in two.

This terrifying evasive ability stunned the Janissary. Before he could come to his senses, a fourth arm came out from his waist.

He took out his staff and fired Death Coil at him. A skull burning with purple and blue flames pierced through his chest, creating a bloody transparent hole in his burly body.

At this moment, the Janissary blocking team had collapsed. Aenarion ordered the fallen angels to pull out the second spare lance, reorganize the formation and charge directly towards the Asmodai headquarters! At this moment, they were stuck by those spearmen in front and could not escape for a while. They could only watch as these fallen angels crashed into them from behind like thunder and waves!

For a moment, soldiers were pierced by spears, warriors were smashed by horses, and pieces of broken arms and flesh flew all over the sky along with scarlet blood! A skeleton burning with the flames of Sin, shining like a purple sun in the midst of thousands of troops, two huge white bone arms caught two Janissaries with bows and arrows dozens of meters away, pulled them to Aenarion, and then were hacked to death by six sharp blades!

“Who the hell are you!!!”

Seeing his brothers and sisters falling like weeds under the fallen angels' lance charge, Asmodai was shocked and angry. He brandished his hammer and rushed directly towards Aenarion. While attacking, he also used a Holy Slash. The golden flames wrapped around the hammer shot up into the sky, like a golden pillar of light connecting the sky and the earth. His hands waved in the air, drawing a series of brilliant and magnificent golden trajectories, and smashed towards Aenarion's forehead fiercely!

"clang!!!"

The golden flame hammer fell heavily on Aenarion's head, but was blocked by a pair of purple wings. The golden light in the sky shattered, and the divine flames burned out, but it could not hurt Aenarion at all.

Although this move was very powerful, it was still much less powerful than Ryan's Holy Slash. The Wings of Refuge, which could unconditionally block any attack, could even block the Holy Slash of the King of Six-Winged Angels, let alone a Dark Angel?

The move failed, but Asmodai also recognized Aenarion's identity at this moment - golden mask, purple bones, wings of protection, this is the Despot of Athens! The Warmaster of the Eastern Roman Empire! The high elf who once blocked the Warmaster's army in Delphi and Athens.

At this moment, Aenarion held the Spear of Bacchus in one hand, the Sword of Khaine in another, and the Staff of Ashes in another. The remaining three arms all held the Blades of Change. The three swords turned into three spears, instantly extending his attack distance and stabbing Asmodai fiercely.

The dark angel was not in a hurry. He instantly cast a Blessing of the Four-Armed Ape. Two golden arms constructed by divine magic also stretched out. Golden flame hammers forged by divine power quickly took shape on the other three arms. The three divine hammers smashed onto the three spears of change one after another. The terrifying force almost shook Aenarion off his horse!

Aenarion resisted the opponent's attack. Although he was weak in strength, he had the advantage in agility. He wielded three spears with three arms and launched an attack as swift as a storm. The slender and sharp spear heads tore through the sky like poisonous snakes, and the short and heavy hammer struck out dazzling sparks of divine power in the air. The other two arms wielded the Sword of Khaine and the Spear of Dionysus, holding the consecrated hammer in his main hand and completely blocking the opponent's physical attack.

Seeing that he could not win by physical means, the hybrid of the priest and paladin quickly switched to magical means, praying to Allah for powerful divine arts.

He opened his mouth wide, and a dry, hot sandstorm blew up into the sky, carrying all the yellow sand, and whistled towards Aenarion. Every grain of sand caught in the storm struck the psychic bones like a shotgun, leaving shallow dents.

He was protected by psychic bones and armor, but the warhorse under him was not so lucky. It was pierced by countless gravel almost instantly, leaving hundreds of bloody holes on its body. Blood splattered from the horse's body and was blown away by the strong wind. The chestnut Arabian horse that had accompanied Aenarion in battle for a year let out a miserable cry and fell into a pool of blood together with Aenarion.

Seeing his enemy fall, Asmodai took the opportunity to swing his four hammers, trying to kill Aenarion, but found that the man was lying on the ground with his right leg crushed by the horse. He was able to dodge one hammer with an incredible move and block the second hammer with his Wings of Refuge. The other two only broke a few bones forged by psychic energy and wrapped in the purple flame of Sanesh.

"No wonder the legion commander failed to kill you in Delphi. Is it crazy to have so many defenses?"

Asmodai cursed loudly and was about to launch another attack, but a huge sword burning with golden flames forced him back. He looked closely and saw that the man was wearing black Gothic plate armor with a white robe and cloak embroidered with the totem of a six-winged angel. On both sides of the giant barrel helmet, there was a pair of huge blood-red wings - blood-red wings, a color that only the Death Wings can have!

Asmodai was even more confused. Are these Janissary cavalrymen who suddenly appeared part of the Dark Angels?

"Leave this to me, Warmaster. Go rescue Queen Komnenos first."

Merril Astelan slowly took off his large winged helmet, revealing his wrinkled face. Asmodeus was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide and could not speak clearly.

"A...Asteran? The commander of the legion said that you, you and a group of senior officers died in Athens! A monument was erected for you a few years ago, and I even attended your funeral! I cried for you and laid flowers on you! But, this, this?!"

Astelan said nothing, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent's mind was in chaos to launch a sudden attack. The giant sword in his hand was wrapped with golden flames that shot up into the sky. The rolling heat waves of the golden flames made people's mouths dry and their lips cracked. The burning flames even distorted the vision and air. The terrifying power of his Holy Slash was only slightly weaker than Ryan's!

Asmodai hurriedly used the Holy Slash. Two devastating golden holy fires were like two devastating flames, and like two waves of flames that swept across the world. With a deafening explosion, the two Holy Slashes collided fiercely! The light that was aroused in an instant was more dazzling than a thousand suns, and half of the battlefield was immersed in a dazzling golden holy light. Groups of golden holy fires devoured and burned the golden holy fires coming towards them. Allah's believers used the power that belonged to Allah to destroy each other with all their might!

The golden light dissipated, the flames died out, and Merril Astelan was unharmed, stepping forward wielding the burning giant sword. Asmodai, who had hastily fought and was doubtful, fell to the ground. A horrible scar burning with golden flames spread from his right shoulder to his left waist, running through his entire body. The armor on his body was burned and melted by this blow, burning his limbs and bones.

"Warmaster, this man has some relationship with me, can you not kill him?"

Meril turned back to ask Aenarion's approval.

"Okay, but he has to spread the news about the fallen angels back."

Aenarion nodded in agreement. It would be best if the Ottoman Empire knew that one third of Lion's men had rebelled. The other party had blocked the news and suppressed it harshly. The entire Ottoman Empire had no information about the fallen angels. It would be a good idea to do a favor for his own warmaster and cause trouble for the enemy at the same time. It didn't matter whether a Janissary died or not.

After Aenarion finished speaking, he turned around and left, and began to command the army to rescue Queen Komnenos. At the same time, he reflected on his own strength. Asmodai was also a leader of the Janissaries, similar to Mahmud.

Before, I was always defeated by him in one move, and I had no way to fight him. Now, at least I can fight him for a few times. If my mount was not just an ordinary horse, I might be able to use my powerful defense to outlast him. My strength has indeed improved a lot, but I have to find a way to solve the problem of insufficient attack.

Chapter 212: Hurricane Rescue

At this moment, the 300 Dark Angels led by Asmodai were almost completely defeated. Although the two sides were equally strong, the Dark Angels were held back by the spearmen and could not launch a charge, losing the cavalry's greatest speed and kinetic energy advantage. The Fallen Angels took advantage of the momentum of the charge and directly blasted their weakest rear! After getting into close combat, there were still a large number of spearmen to assist. After a fierce battle, the 300 Dark Angels were almost wiped out, while the Fallen Angels suffered no more than 50 casualties, while the spearmen suffered 200 to 300 casualties, resulting in a one-to-one exchange ratio.

After their entire army was wiped out, the only ones left were the militia and auxiliary soldiers who were protecting the vehicles. Although their overall strength was slightly stronger than the peasants hastily trained by Aenarion, they were no match for the large number of people on this side. Thousands of people surrounded them from all directions and started two rounds of javelins. More than three thousand javelins fell from the sky like dense raindrops. Looking up from the ground, these javelins even blocked the sun's rays.

After two rounds of spear throwing, which caused the auxiliary soldiers to bleed like a river, the peasant soldiers, holding spears, roared and charged forward. The sharp spears pierced into the enemy formation like lightning, and a bloody and brutal frontal fight began.

At this moment, Aenarion also came over personally. He was the first to launch a petrifying plague. The dark green poisonous breath rushed forward like a wave. The dozens of people covered began to turn into stone from their mouths, noses and lungs. In panic and fear, the whole person gradually turned into an eternal stone sculpture. Only a few people with strong physiques could withstand such a poison.

Aenarion strode quickly past the stone sculpture, his six arms wielding five war blades and a staff, and slaughtered the crowd, getting closer and closer to the carriage in the center. The little Gorgon also wandered on the ground like a snake. She was too small. Standing on the ground, she was only one meter tall. Many people didn't notice this little girl at all, and then found themselves inexplicably trapped in a dark green dragon poison mist, turning from toe to head into eternal rock sculptures.

After the poisonous fog dissipated, the peasant soldiers rushed forward, pushed down, crossed the dense stone sculptures, and rushed forward fanatically. At this moment, Merrill Astelan also launched a fatal attack here with the Fallen Angel who was minimally damaged. Their failure was only a matter of time.

"You guys hold him off here! I'll go take care of the prisoners!"

A Janissary captain who was in charge of auxiliary troops gave up the inevitable defeat, took out a teleportation scroll, and ran towards the prison cart where Queen Komnenos was imprisoned, wanting to teleport away with the most important target of the team. Seeing this, Aenarion threw the Spear of Dionysus in his hand!

"clang!!!"

The captain was quick-witted and quick-handed. He raised his shield to block Aenarion's throw. The Spear of Bacchus with the Banner of Dimensional Confinement tied to it fell to the ground crookedly. The captain did not make any unnecessary movements. He held the shield in front of him, touched the queen in the prison cart with one hand, unfolded the scroll with the other, and began to teleport away!

Instantly, the scroll emitted a faint golden halo, enveloping him and the queen in the prison cart. However, the Eastern Roman flag tied to the Spear of Dionysus burst into an even more dazzling blood-red halo, centered within a radius of thirty meters.

Inside, a terrifying scarlet blood shield was generated, covering the Yeniceri and directly shattering the teleporting light.

The Janissary felt the light air around him suddenly become extremely heavy and turbid, as if it were a sea, pressing him so hard that he couldn't teleport at all.

He was shocked and angry, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw Aenarion walking towards him in a demonic posture. He suddenly opened the prison car, held the queen in front of him, put a scimitar on her neck, and screamed at Aenarion.

"Don't...don't come over here! Or I'll kill her!"

Aenarion said nothing, but just glanced at the Janissary, his purple pupils emitting a chaotic halo.

In an instant, the world before him was altered and distorted by psychic power. The elegant purple hair of the woman in front of him turned into dazzling strands of golden threads. The silk and satin on her body turned into dark and terrifying fine plate armor. Her dignified and exquisite face turned into a cold and murderous face. Her pair of forest-colored eyes, containing horrifying murderous intent, stared at the Janissary who was holding her hostage.

"War, war, war... War Marshal?"

The Janissary was so frightened that he hastily let go of the knife in his hand and knelt directly at her feet. However, the next second, the distorted world returned to its original state, and the Warmaster in his eyes turned back into the Queen of Epirus. These six seconds also bought enough time for Aenarion. He rushed forward at full speed, controlling the six changing blades with psychic telekinesis, as well as the Sword of Khaine and the Spear of Dionysus, and stabbed the Janissary's body from the armpits, knees, and face, turning him into a bloody hedgehog.

Aenarion stepped forward quickly and hugged the Queen of Epirus. Her delicate body collapsed in Aenarion's arms, shaking constantly. Under the control of psychic power, the eight weapons returned to their own dimensional bags. He breathed a sigh of relief. The rescue was a success.

"Everyone! Return to the village immediately! Don't clean up the battlefield! Don't be greedy for petty gains! The Janissary reinforcements can arrive at any time! Give all weapons to the village chief and hide them together! Don't let anyone know! Astelan! Pull out your priests and treat all the wounded!"

Aenarion immediately ordered the villagers to return, and the peasant soldiers were quickly disbanded as quickly as they had been assembled. He himself seized a new horse from the Dark Angels, and holding the Queen Komnenos in his arms, they quickly retreated to the sea. When the Dark Angels' reinforcements arrived at the scene of the incident, he met up with his navy on the coast of Thessaly, boarded Ulthuan, and left Thessaly by sea.

The villagers also retreated back to their own villages. Under Aenarion's instruction, they even knew how to use rivers, swamps, and forests to cover their footprints and smells. Several dark angels went to nearby villages to investigate and found that these soldiers who had just fought in the war were pretending nothing had happened and were farming. They knew nothing about the war that had broken out nearby. The tax farmers also said in confusion that these farmers were all farming.

These tax farmers were all fence-sitters. Some of them sided with Aenarion, while those who did not sided lived in the shadow of the Fallen Angels and trembled in fear. Unless the Dark Angels could take out one-third of their legions to protect them for life, or simply wipe out the Athenian Despotism, otherwise, they would not dare to say a word in the face of Aenarion and the Fallen Angels' butcher knives.

Chapter 213: Phoenix Fire

"Thank you for your rescue. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you at the triumphal procession in Larissa. This is our second meeting. The one in front of you is Francesca Komnenos, the Queen of Epirus, of the Komnenos family."

As the Ulthuan slowly left the shore and the group was completely safe, the Queen of Epirus bowed gracefully to express her gratitude. Her dignified face showed a blush of shame, and her long purple hair was braided on both sides of her cheeks, forming two daisy buds.

"I want to apologize to you for not supporting you in the previous battle of Athens, because my country is unable to afford a large-scale expedition."

"It's okay, but you activated my helmet during the triumph, what's going on?"

Aenarion was more concerned about his helmet than Epirus at this moment.

The Queen of Epirus was a little nervous and looked around at the guards. After Aenarion waved his hand and asked his men to leave the cabin, she slowly spoke.

"The blood power of the Komnenos family is a blessing from a heretical evil god. Yes, it is one of the ancient Greek gods: Helios, the sun god, or Asuryan. This blood can be traced back to Emperor Aurelian in the third century. It is said that he is the incarnation of Asuryan himself, and his offspring with an elf girl became the ancestor of the Komnenos, the first mortal warlock to awaken the power of the phoenix.

The moment you appeared wearing this helmet, I could sense you, because the one on your head was the same helmet he wore back then."

"I know that, but the helmet has lost all its magical powers. It's now just an ordinary fire helmet."

Aenarion asked curiously.

"So, how do you activate this gift?"

"Only pure Phoenix fire can ignite it."

Komnenos stared at his helmet in a daze.

"Our family has lost this helmet for a long time. Where did you find it?"

"Prize from the Hippodrome of Constantinople."

Aenarion answered truthfully.

"Ah, those white

The Tower Mage's ability to search for good things is still as strong as ever. After losing the Phoenix Fire, this thing is just an ordinary magic item."

Komnenos smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand again, and summoned a ball of purple-gold phoenix fire. Aenarion used an identification spell and saw the other party's bloodline power clearly.

[Warlock Bloodline·Descended into the Purple Chamber]: Fire immunity, restore 6% of life every 20 seconds, once a day, when you die, you can be reborn in the flames

The bloodlines of these warlocks are really interesting. The dragon of Palaiologos was born in the Purple Chamber, the two-headed eagle of Angelos was born in the Purple Chamber, and the phoenix of Komnenos was descended in the Purple Chamber. They are trying to grab the orthodoxy, right?

Unfortunately, among these three bloodlines, Aenarion only felt that the double elites of Angros were useful to him. His own defense was already high enough, so he didn't need a phoenix. What's more, his defense focus was the psychic ribs constructed by [Vitality], so he let the phoenix take the beating for him. The recovery ability of the Komnenos Phoenix was only effective for the damage suffered by the main body, which conflicted with his entire profession.

As for the dragon of Paleologus - I have practiced hard for a year how to fight with a spear and a sword, and now I have to learn how to fight with a dragon body all over again? It's too troublesome, and whether the demon transformation is compatible is also a problem.

"Please take off your helmet. I can help you awaken his dormant power."

Aenarion took off his helmet, and the queen's breath was held when she saw her beautiful face. She lowered her head calmly to hide the blush on her face.

Aenarion watched the purple-gold phoenix flame slowly cover his helmet, burning away the coating on the surface, washing away the dust, revealing the brilliant and brilliant adamantine color inside. Suddenly, a pair of huge white wings extended from both sides of the helmet, shining with the sun flame on the tip of the helmet, like the great winged helmet of the Teutonic Knights. At this moment, the properties of the helmet of Asuryan also changed.

[Helm of Asuryan] (Purple): Defense +4, Fire Immune. Once a day, when you die, you can be reborn in flames.

Well, defense has changed from +3 to +4, and fire resistance has become fire immunity. However, if it can be reborn once a day and does not occupy the last magical pet position, it is not bad. This is the last piece of the puzzle of my defense flow.

"I'm sorry, I was only here to get your attention. With my current abilities, I can only restore it to this extent. Most of the Komnenos family members are now in Asia Minor. If you find them and ask them to ignite the helmet with the Phoenix Fire, perhaps it will restore its abilities faster."

Francesca gently stroked the long-lost treasure of the Komnenos family as if she were caressing her lover.

"The last time I was in Rhodes, I visited the lost statue of Asuryan. Asuryan whispered to me that if I wanted to restore the power of the Helmet of Asuryan, I had to go to Egypt. And now you say that Phoenix Fire can restore it. Is there anyone in the Komnenos family in Egypt?"

Aenarion asked with some confusion.

"Let me put it this way. The Komnenos family's sorcerer bloodline is the most powerful and the weakest among all the Roman royal families."

Francesca thought for a while, she raised her head slightly, but when she saw Aenarion's face, her blushing face drooped again, and she spoke slowly.

"Angelos signed a contract with some kind of evil god. That blood curses every Angelos equally and it will never fade. The Valleol family has raised a dragon as a flannel ball for generations. The mother of the three Valleol siblings you see now is also their grandmother and great-grandmother. She may even become their eldest sister-in-law, so the blood will not fade either."

"As for the Habsburg family further north, in order to keep the bloodline of the sorcerers from diluting, they adopted the method of inbreeding to purify the bloodline. However, Komnenos did not choose these methods. After thousands of years of dilution of the bloodline, the current Phoenix Fire is simply not the terrifying flame that Aurelian the Great set the entire European continent ablaze a thousand years ago."

"So, Komnenos can only restore part of the power of this divine helmet now. If you want to truly restore it, you still have to follow the guidance of Asuryan himself."

Aenarion put on his helmet again, covering his beautiful face. Komnenos breathed a sigh of relief and finally dared to raise his head.

The two talked for a while, and suddenly, a falcon came with a letter engraved with the seal of the Eastern Roman Emperor. Aenarion opened it and found that Constantine XI urgently summoned him to Constantinople.

Volume 4: Alliances

Chapter 214: Alliances

Aenarion ordered the ship to turn, and the bow of Ulthuan jumped from the south to the east, and sailed towards Constantinople in a mighty manner. He didn't know what his lord wanted to see him about. After arriving in Constantinople, Aenarion came to the palace with a few guards. All the soldiers, eunuchs, and ministers along the way bowed to him, not daring to call him by his name, only the two words "Warmaster".