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Level 8 (4th level Psion + 4st level Demon Hunter)

Level 8 (Level 8 Death Knight)

Health 58, Mana 0/142

Dionysus

Spear +19 hit, physical damage 12~20

Protection 27 (Agility +7, Inertia Armor +8, Grace +12)

Strength 14, Agility 22, Constitution 10

Intelligence 16, Wisdom 8, Charisma 32

Melee damage +8, spell damage +14

[Demon Transformation]: Agility +4, Charisma +4. Increase your arms to six, each of which is your dominant hand. When you initiate melee combat, agility replaces strength to determine attack hits and combat damage, and the damage type becomes chaos damage (for every 1 point of chaos magic consumed, the demon form lasts for 1 minute).

[Demon Dodge]: There is a 33% chance to dodge enemy attacks.

[Demon Eyes]: Two laser beams are fired from both eyes, damaging all targets in a 10-meter linear area. The beams move with your gaze, causing 1 to 24 points of chaos damage to all targets within six seconds. (Each additional mana consumed increases chaos damage by 1 to 1 points.)

【恶魔献祭】：每六秒消耗1点法力，对半径五米所有目标每六秒造成1~6点混乱伤害（每额外消耗1点法力，每六秒提高1~6点混乱伤害）

Aenarion looked at his new demonic sacrifice ability, thought for a moment, and chose to upgrade two spells to level eight.

[Fourth Ring Psychic·Anywhere Door]: Consumes 7 mana points and teleports you a distance that is not too far.

[Fourth Ring Psionic Power: Telekinetic Strategy]: Consumes 7 mana points and uses telekinesis to ram, disarm, grapple, or trip the target.

After gaining new powers, Aenarion had no time to spare but to deploy heavy troops at the vital chokepoint of Kronos to defend against a possible counterattack by the Ottoman Empire. He immediately brought everyone back to Thessaly, to the only city that had not been conquered or fallen by him - that was the capital of the Thessaly province: Larissa, where the last one-third of the Dark Angels were stationed.

When they saw the whole of Thessaly fall and they were like an isolated island in the ocean, guarding the only city, and saw their war commander being captured alive, the other one-third of the brothers surrendered and were treated tolerantly. After another one-third of the brothers directly defected to the Roman side and were reused, the situation began to get out of control and they finally opened the city and surrendered.

All the high elves prepared food and drink to welcome the Roman army into the city. All the elves rushed into the streets, wanting to catch a glimpse of the Roman commander who had liberated them. The sounds of celebration and joy were like a boiling ocean, almost overturning the entire sky. From then on, the entire province of Thessaly, the most prosperous hub area of ​​the Greek peninsula, returned to the hands of the Romans.

And Aenarion also added a new title for himself: Governor of Thessaly. He waved his arms excitedly and saluted every elf. Countless carrier pigeons and messengers spread the news of victory to all Romans and all Christian forces - the army was in Larissa, saluting the whole world.

At this moment, more good news came from the south. Despot of Morea: Thomas Paleolius, together with Despot of Epirus: Francesca Comnenus, joined hands to retake the undefended Epirus region and helped her recover the entire territory of Epirus.

The Ottomans stationed here were either wiped out because Aenarion was too ruthless and withdrew the reinforcements from Thessaly, or because Skander was too ruthless and withdrew the reinforcements from Albania. Now they are still fighting a bloody battle in the mountains. The whole Epirus is completely undefended.

If at this moment, he led the army across the Pindus Mountains and joined forces with Thomas and Skander, he could even block the Seventh Army in the mountains of Albania. After the Ottoman Empire lost the First Army, the Seventh Army would also be wiped out, and the notorious Sultan's Fist would be turned into a Platform Fist.

However, he was really powerless as he himself suffered heavy losses in this battle. The death toll of the 3,000 Fallen Angels was not counted, but it was estimated to be a not a small number. Almost everyone who survived was injured, especially the Fire Wings who were trapped by the Werewolves and the Death Wings. The casualties were so severe that their organization was crippled.

The peasant soldiers also suffered heavy casualties. Medical facilities were seriously inadequate, and people died every day for lack of timely treatment, which made Aenarion extremely anxious. The remaining food could allow the army to fight at the doorstep of Thessaly, but it would not be enough to cross the Pindus Mountains to attack Albania.

If he wanted to regain his fighting power, the best way was to make the two-thirds of the Dark Angels obedient and use Ottoman slaves to fight Ottoman slaves. And if he wanted to make them obedient, the best way was to deal with Ryan himself.

After dealing with some things, Aenarion canceled today's combat training and went to the Janissary Monastery in Larissa, and came to the prison where the Dark Angels used to detain important prisoners. Now, the commander of the Dark Angels, Llane himself, was imprisoned here.

Chapter 232: Father-in-law is above (fourth update, please give me a monthly ticket!!!)

Passing through the narrow tunnel and across the dark corridors, Aenarion once again saw the Warmaster deep in the Janissary Monastery.

Ryan's armor was stripped off, revealing her graceful body in only a pitch-black uniform. Her eyes revealed endless fatigue and indifference. Countless chains made of anti-magic metal tightly locked her slender arms, round ankles, graceful waist, and long neck.

The dark and cold chains formed a sharp contrast with the white and delicate skin, making her look like a

Proud lioness.

Following behind Aenarion was Llane's biological father: Luther El'Jonson.

"You know the truth, you know your father has never abandoned you, you know the numerous crimes that Osman has committed against you, your father, your country and your people. Why are you still willing to help them?"

Aenarion was very confused and wanted to win over as many as possible and persuade the captured Seraph King to surrender.

The Ottoman Empire has a total of eighteen legions and eighteen legion commanders, which are the peak of their combat power. Even among these eighteen people, the Lord of the First Legion, Ryan, can be ranked among the top three. Once she and the entire Dark Angel Legion surrender, the next move will be much easier.

"No reason."

Ryan lowered his head, seemingly unwilling to see his father.

"Warmaster of the Eastern Roman Empire, you are now truly majestic and powerful. In the entire Eastern Roman Empire, you are second only to one man and above everyone else! You are even a hero of the Christian world! My position in the Ottoman Empire is similar to yours.

So here comes the question, if someone tells you now that the Ottoman Empire is the righteous one, and the Roman Empire is extremely evil, and even caused your family to be destroyed, and your father has spent his entire life looking for you, and now you must abandon your title of war commander, the Athenian autocracy that you have painstakingly built for many years, the army that you have trained for many years, and those soldiers who admire you so much, and return to the Ottoman Empire, are you willing?"

Aenarion asked himself and instantly understood Llane. Power is something that doesn't matter until you get it, but once you get it, you really can't let it go.

"What about me? I have been searching for you for so long! Just to rescue you! Is this how you treat me?!"

Luther was also angry at this moment, but Ryan was even angrier than her father and started arguing directly.

"That's because you didn't tell me anything! Is it so hard to tell me that you are my father? You have been working in the Dark Angels for ten years! Ten years!!! If you had told me during this time, we could have reunited in the Ottoman court and enjoyed wealth and glory together! Now you are on a Roman ship that could sink at any time, and I am a prisoner. It's all your fault that things have developed to this point!"

"I... No, are you willing to tell me? Is it so hard for you to tell me that you care about me? You transferred me to a logistics position, and I thought you didn't care about me at all, and you despised me because I was old and couldn't fight anymore. But after I rebelled, you said you transferred me there to protect my life? You wanted me to retire in a safe place? In these ten years, have you ever said a single word to me from the bottom of your heart? "

Luther argued back even more irritably, leaving Aenarion speechless. This father and daughter were truly biological children, both equally arrogant, equally twisted, and equally unable to express their feelings.

The father and daughter turned around at the same time and snorted, neither of them wanting to look at the other.

"Uh, Luther, how about this."

Aenarion pulled Luther out of the dungeon temporarily.

"Are you willing to believe me? As long as you give me some time, I promise that I can make your daughter no longer angry with you, but you have to agree to one condition of mine."

"As long as she changes her mind, I will agree to any condition."

Luther scratched his head in annoyance.

"Then, father-in-law, please accept my greetings."

Aenarion bowed respectfully. Once the news spread that the Ottoman war commander had defected to the enemy or even married the Eastern Roman war commander, the prestige of the Ottoman Empire and Sultan Muhammad would suffer a crushing blow.

Luther's brain seemed to freeze. He stood there in a daze and said in a very strange way.

"Aren't you married? Estariel Angelos, a close relative at that. How could you marry my daughter?"

"Isn't it allowed to marry four people in Islam? Besides, the entire Angelos family is a group of Tzeentch followers, and their doctrine doesn't stipulate the number of marriages at all."

Aenarion asked in a more curious tone.

Luther thought about it. His daughter was old enough to get married, and Aenarion was a suitable marriage partner. He was already tied to the Roman ship, so it didn't matter if the ship capsized or not.

And judging by recent war situations, it seems that Aenarion and Constantine can really work together to make Rome great again, just like the general Belisarius and the emperor Justinian nine hundred years ago.

"Okay, then you have to agree to one condition of mine."

Luther looked Aenarion in the eyes.

"You are deeply involved with that group of Slaanesh followers, and your private life is very chaotic. I can ignore these, but you know that I can do anything for my daughter! Treat her well, otherwise, the current status of the Ottoman Empire's warmaster will be your future as the Eastern Roman Empire's warmaster."

"I swear to you that I will treat your daughter well and respect you as a father."

Luther frowned, but finally nodded and walked out of the monastery's confinement room. Aenarion first searched in the treasury of the Janissary Monastery. The First Legion also hoarded a lot of treasures. Finally, he found a magic pendant, which was a specimen of an evil goblin's head, only the size of a fist, with a delicate and charming face. At the moment of death, it solidified into a horrible appearance of despair and wailing.

[Evil Fairy's Skull]: Within a 30-meter radius, except

-4 to all magical saving throws except the wearer.

Evil goblins are one of the rare groups of goblins. They have very powerful spellcasting abilities and can also weaken the enemy's resistance to spells. Some people even use the heads of these evil goblins to create powerful magical artifacts.

The green dragon bloodline increases his spell strength by +4, and the evil goblin's skull reduces Ryan's magic immunity by -4. With one increase and one decrease, the distance between the two sides has been shortened by 8 points. Now, the domination spell may be able to take effect.

Aenarion returned to the cage and tried to use the art of domination to make the high and mighty Imperial Warmaster his slave. A purple chain made of psychic energy emerged from his palm and bit tightly on Lion's snow-white neck, then quickly shattered.

Is this what the French resistance does?

Ryan kept silent, with a provocative look on his cold and beautiful face.

Aenarion refused to believe it, and tried to tie up the proud lioness a second time, a third time, and a fourth time. But all the chains failed, and were shattered and burned by the divine fire of Allah.

Just when he used the domination technique for the sixth time, the psychic chain finally bit the warmaster's neck tightly. Her proud and cold face suddenly became gentle and docile. Red sunset glow appeared on her cheeks, and her pair of cold emerald green pupils transformed into the pink face of lust, and then changed into the shape of two peach hearts, becoming extremely blurred and trance-like.

Control the first step and succeed.

Catch the feminized original body~ Prepare to fall into evil~ Fourth update! Ask for monthly tickets~ You can exchange monthly tickets for free coins in the black market store through the APP Discovery. It's the end of the month now, and the monthly tickets will disappear if you don't use them QAQ

Chapter 233: Muhammad's Fourth Uncle

Aenarion carefully checked whether his spell was effective. A chain called Domination was indeed tied around Lion's slender neck. He moved his mind and asked Lion to blink, and the other party really started blinking. He asked the other party to sing, and the lofty Lord of the First Legion also started singing obediently.

"Are you conscious now?"

Aenarion was quite curious about how this Domination spell worked. Charm made the target think that he was his beloved friend, suggestion implanted a false illusion to suggest and influence the enemy's judgment, but Domination could make the enemy completely obedient. How did he achieve such a miraculous ability?

Ryan shook his head, feeling that she had become a completely different person now. Before, she was a bound and ferocious female beast, but now, she was just a weak woman who obeyed his orders.

"So, what about the original you?"

Aenarion became more curious.

When Ryan heard that his master was looking for his original self, the gentleness on his beautiful face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a look of rage and arrogance, as well as a hint of panic after being controlled.

"Remove this spell effect for me!"

Aenarion thought, and her true will was suppressed again, and her anger and arrogance turned into gentleness and tameness.

So that's how it is. This spell deprives the soul of control over the body, making the target a complete soulless puppet, allowing oneself to manipulate her. However, based on her performance just now, when I was manipulating her body, she was still conscious, able to hear and see, but she could not command her body to move.

Inarion thought about it and decided that if he had sex with her now, it would be no different from having sex with an inflatable doll. There would be no sense of conquest at all. He could train her slowly.

But in her current state, she can accomplish many other things quickly.

Aenarion undid Lion's chains. He could never be too cautious with this beast. It was now 10 o'clock in the morning. His control spell could last for 9 hours at the cost of 24 mana points. He had to cast another one before this time tomorrow, or lock her up again.

"Come on, Ottoman Empire's warlord. Stop acting like a little bird and show your usual dignity."

Aenarion held Lion's hand. The fair little hand was very soft and cold. If it weren't for the thick calluses on the fingertips, it would be hard to believe that this was the cold-blooded commander of the Ottoman Empire who had killed millions of people.

Lion nodded obediently, putting away his meek appearance, his cold and beautiful face, revealing a proud and murderous expression again, letting Aenarion hold his hand and walk towards the palace of Larissa. After meeting up with Constantine and a mysterious man, the four of them went to the prison where all the high-ranking Dark Angels were imprisoned.

At this moment, the captains, company commanders and soldiers of the dark angels were imprisoned separately and were under the strictest surveillance and supervision of the fallen angels. Just when they were despairing about the future, they found that the Roman emperor and a mysterious man over three meters tall hidden under a cloak, as well as their legion commander and the Roman war marshal were approaching them.

And the most surprising thing was that their own chapter leader actually held Aenarion's hand, showing an extremely intimate look???

"Eh? I asked you to entertain everyone, why did you lock them up? Unlock them now!"

Aenarion pretended to be very surprised.

They were somewhat confused, but did not confront them. They untied the shackles of the Dark Angels high-level officials one by one. These inner circles were shocked when they saw their legion commander and Aenarion holding hands intimately, and they did not understand what was going on.

"Commander, you are..."

A Death Wing veteran asked in surprise.

Aenarion moved his mind and directed Llane to speak.

"Why, I'm holding my husband's hand, isn't that normal? We're getting married in a few days at the mosque in Larissa, and all of you have to come, do you hear me? Speak!"

Ryan glanced casually, his usual majesty plus the cold light in his eyes frightened the Death Wing into sweating profusely, not daring to ask a single question. Everyone was horrified under the gaze of the legion commander, and they all stood up straight at the same time, saluted the legion commander in unison, and answered in unison.

"Your will!"

"Very good, there is one more thing. From today on, we will no longer fight with Sultan Muhammad! From today on, the Romans are our allies."

Amid everyone's panic and confusion, Ryan dropped the second bombshell.

"what?!"

The commanders of the Dark Angels were even more shocked.

The Ottoman legion structure had a fatal problem. Although the food and salaries of the eighteen legions were provided by the Sultan himself, the legion commanders stationed in various places did not have the power to collect taxes or legislate locally. They only had military power. This allowed the Sultan himself to effectively restrict and control all the legions.

However, the power of these legion commanders was still too great. From the time the Janissary recruits joined the army at the age of six or seven to the time they went to the battlefield at the age of seventeen or eighteen, they spent decades under the training of the legion commanders and some elders. They regarded their teachers and legion commanders as their parents and other legion soldiers as their brothers and sisters. Moreover, the power of appointment and dismissal of various positions within the legion was not in the hands of the Sultan but in the hands of the legion commanders. Apart from having no money and no food, they were just local emperors.

This measure not only gave each Janissary Corps extremely high cohesion and combat effectiveness, but also caused serious privatization.

Moreover, the first economic cornerstone of the Ottoman Empire was slaves. The army was able to make huge profits through victory after victory, not only from the enemy's armor, horses, and baggage, but also from arbitrarily abducting peasants as slaves in the new territories.

A few days ago, the Dark Angels conquered Epirus and captured 50,000 to 60,000 slaves from that small place in one go. All these profits belong to the soldiers, which are much higher than military pay. They make a fortune every time they win a battle, and in their opinion, they can make money and gain prestige because their legion commander can lead them to victory!

After a long time, the soldiers only knew the kindness and power of the legion commander, but were unaware of the existence of the Sultan.

In addition, the Ottoman Empire has been expanding, expanding, and expanding over the past hundred years, from a Bey state in the inland of Asia Minor to a behemoth that reaches the Danube River in the north, the Mediterranean Sea in the south, and spans the Adriatic Sea and the Mesopotamian Basin in the east and west. It can be said that the Sultan's control over these legion commanders has been weakening, and the legion commanders have been turning into warlords. The throne legions that have always followed the Sultan, or the defensive legions that have no opportunities to plunder and make a fortune are better off.

And an offensive army like the First Army, which is stationed on the border, fights wars year after year, and plunders slaves... Who is the Sultan? I don't know him well. We only listen to the army commander.

Although the inner circle of the Dark Angels felt puzzled, most of them were comrades promoted by Ryan himself, or confidants who were placed in key positions because of their close relationship with the legion commander. Now that the boss said so... what can they do?

The brains of the inner circle members went into a state of paralysis. Some of Ryan's diehard followers immediately said that whatever the legion commander said was the truth, while others from the Ottoman faction remained silent.