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Then, four psychic arms grabbed his hands and feet, exerting force in four directions at the same time, tearing him into four pieces alive! Countless warm, wriggling internal organs, accompanied by dripping blood, fell from the sky like raindrops.

Bathed in blood, Aenarion turned his head quietly like a devil, gazing at the trade prince in the distance. He was so frightened that he sat down on the deck and crawled back to the top of the ship!

No wizard could stop him from casting spells anymore, and some ships that tried to come to support were ruthlessly burned by Indrognir's dragon flames.

Aenarion suddenly used Demonic Sacrifice. In an instant, everything within a few meters around him was burning with purple psychic flames. The blazing flames burned the decks and the terrifyingly high temperature distorted the air. The mercenary knights who were crowded around and madly attacked the psychic skeletons but could not break their armor at all let out miserable wails. Their armor gradually turned red under the high temperature of the sacrificial flames and even turned into high-temperature molten iron, burning their skin. The knights looked at Aenarion as if he were a demon and retreated and ran away. No one wanted to stay near him.

And Aenarion was too lazy to care about these ordinary knights who could not break his defense. He grabbed the Spear of Dionysus that was stuck on the deck, tore it apart with his psychic power, threw away the two doors of the ship's tower, strode in, and chased after Gallywix who was fleeing in panic!

Chapter 269: Turning sides in battle

"Guard! Where is my guard?! Save me!!!"

Gallywix ran around in panic, but there was nowhere to run or avoid. The level 8 warriors he hired could not break Aenarion's defenses, but were instead

The skeleton giant slaughtered wantonly! His proud guards were easily destroyed, and the other Genoese captains were burned by Drognir's dragon fire and could not get close at all. Even if they teleported, they were completely blocked by the Roman flag tied to the Spear of Dionysus.

No one could come to save him. Aenarion tried to grab his neck, but found that the goblin was so fat that he had no neck at all. The fat on his chin and shoulders was entangled and piled together. He simply controlled the skeleton giant behind him and grabbed his whole body. The Spear of Dionysus was about to pierce his heart!

"Stop! I said stop! If you kill me, you will lose this war! War Marshal of the Roman Empire!!!"

Although Gallywix was so frightened that every piece of fat on his body was trembling, his mind was still extremely clear, and at the moment of death, he said the only words that could save his life.

"After I kill you, the command chain of the Genoa Fleet will be broken! Even if you have more fleets and more personnel, you will be like a headless fly. Why did you fail? I will give you half a minute to explain!"

Aenarion calculated the time and saw that no Genoese ship could break through the blockade of dragon flames, so he delayed the killing of the Genoese governor.

"Do you think the Venetians can defeat the Ottoman navy quickly?! The Ottomans copied the naval warfare tactics of the Roman Republic. Their ships are equipped with a large number of boarding tools. Once two ships are stuck together, the naval battle will instantly turn into a land battle. The Janissaries can form a battle array on those extremely wide boarding boards and advance steadily. The Venetians have no chance of winning!"

Aenarion frowned, not knowing what the man meant.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I was bewildered and mixed up with the Ottomans in order to dominate the trade in the Black Sea and the Mediterranean! If you only spare my life! I am willing to give an order immediately to have all the Genoese ships turn around and attack the Ottomans!!!"

Gallywix was so scared that his nose and tears were streaming down his face, but that didn't affect his speaking speed at all.

"I will tell them that this is all part of the plan! We deliberately sided with the Ottomans in order to lure their navy to attack. Then, the Genoese will defect and we will still be Christian heroes! Christians don't fight Christians!!!"

Aenarion was shocked by his flexible moral bottom line and amazing desire to survive, but if this man was willing to give such an order, it could indeed turn the tide of the battle in an instant.

"Yes, if you can really do it, not only will I not kill you, but I will also be able to sit in front of all my fellow Christians. You are a hero of Christ, and you are willing to carry out an undercover mission. Now, give the order immediately! How do you Genoese convey orders to other fleets?"

Aenarion snapped.

"Through the standard-bearer! Tell your dragon to stop breathing fire, and I will immediately send the standard-bearer to the roof of the ship's tower to give the order. No, I will give the order myself! Please be merciful! Be merciful!"

Gallywix had lost all his dignity at this moment in order to survive and just kept begging for mercy. No matter how good the trade between the Mediterranean and the Black Sea was, it was not as important as his own life.

"If you dare to lie to me, I will chop you into small pieces and force the Janissaries to eat you whole, against their own teachings."

Aenarion took the extremely fat goblin hostage and quickly climbed onto the deck, holding two flags, one red and one green, and waved them over the sea. The flag language was quickly interpreted by the nearby ships and spread to the entire Genoese army in the form of passing the parcel by beating drums.

After receiving the order, the Genoese captains were all stunned. Uh, the whole army turned around and attacked the Ottomans? What kind of order was this? Was the governor mentally ill? ? ? We finally rushed to the vicinity of those gunboats, disabled their terrifying artillery capabilities, and prepared to board and land.

Now you say this???

Before they could react, Gallywix sent a second flag signal. This was all part of the plan. The governor did not join the Ottomans for the sake of profit, but as a spy and hero of Christ, he volunteered to go undercover just to lure and kill the Ottoman navy.

The captains and sailors looked at each other in bewilderment, and Aenarion's Roman navy stopped its bombardment. The ships ignored the Genoese ships and began to rush towards the sea where Venice and the Ottomans were fighting.

This posture, is it true?

The Genoese captains were confused. Although there were huge benefits in joining forces with the pagans to eliminate their fellow Christians, it was impossible for these Christians who grew up reading the Bible every day to have no psychological reservations. Now, when they learned that they were not traitors to Christ, but a joint action to deceive the Ottomans, they could not help but become excited.

As a result, a shocking change occurred on the battlefield. When the Venetians and Ottomans were fighting with brains splattered and blood flying everywhere, the Genoese and Romans who were also fighting in a group suddenly turned their guns around and rushed towards the Ottoman fleet!

Ji Liman was stunned, not understanding what her allies were doing. The Roman fleet, loaded with cannons, rushed to the right wing of the Ottomans with the tearing waves, and began a new battle. The extremely dense and terrifying firepower was like the hand of death, instantly tearing the two warships into pieces! The wreckage of the Janissaries and wooden warships was blown all over the sky, falling in all directions like a rainstorm!

The battle situation suddenly changed, and Ji Liman thought that there were 80 warships against 60 warships

With the defection of the Genoese, it became 27 warships against 113 warships. This overwhelming numerical advantage, as well as the excellent naval experience of Genoa, Venice, and Rome, tilted the balance of war towards Christ again. The remaining Ottoman fleet was surrounded by the flexible and maneuverable Genoese galleys, and it seemed that there was no way to save the situation.

However, the Christian coalition only trapped the Ottomans. Thanks to the Venetians, the Ottoman ships were intertwined with the Venetian ships. After killing several outer ships, Aenarion did not dare to open fire. In those days, accidental injuries from artillery were too serious, and it was easy to accidentally injure the Venetians if he opened fire.

If they fired at close range, the Ottoman galleys would rush over and board them. As a result, although the three navies surrounded the Ottomans, they were unable to break in for a while. An entire legion of Janissaries relied on huge warships, as if they were relying on huge castles on the sea, and fought stubbornly.

The three navies joined forces to charge several times, but found that all the fleets that charged forward were, without exception, stuck in a stalemate boarding battle, and were subsequently defeated by the brave Janissaries. After being pushed to the brink of death, these Ultramarines burst out with terrifying fighting power, and several warships even desperately killed the position of the Venetian Doge! The craziest few warriors were only two meters away from the Lich Doge after being hacked to death by the Venetians!

This massive naval battle lasted from dawn to dusk, and the Christian coalition still failed to achieve a decisive victory, but they trapped the Ottoman fleet in the bay, making them unable to move.

That night, the three naval leaders guarded the entrance of the Bay of Salamis and the Aegean Sea, not ready to give the Ottomans any chance. At this moment, several high elves dressed as Janissary officers showed their magical powers, using teleportation, swimming and flying to reach the vicinity of Aenarion's flagship, Ulthuan, and demanded to meet the war marshal of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Aenarion was quite nervous about the audience with the Janissaries and went on alert immediately. He summoned four giants from the Varangian Guard and a total of three hundred elite Varangians to protect himself. He did not defend himself before because he did not have enough manpower and financial resources, and the soldiers who were temporarily recruited could not stop anything.

Now that we have money, resources and manpower, it would be best to set up a guard team.

The three Janissaries walked in with great dignity, guarded by hundreds of Varyags wearing heavy armor and holding huge axes. However, when they saw Aenarion, their expressions changed immediately.

"Brother-in-law! Astariel and I grew up together. Although we are cousins, we have a good relationship. Although we serve different monarchs, we are both Angelos. There is no need to be so extreme, right?"

An Angelos gave an ingratiating smile.

"Although I don't know which family you are from, this warlock bloodline is definitely not fake. We are all family."

"Yes, brother-in-law. You instigated the First Legion to revolt last year, and you are going to annihilate the Thirteenth Legion of the Empire this year? If you continue like this, you will become Muhammad's number one enemy, and your threat will even surpass Timur. By then, the entire Ottoman Empire will come to destroy you at all costs, and it will be a bad thing for everyone."

An Angelos who looked younger also tried to dissuade them again and again, and was very skilled in making friends.

"So, did you come here on your own, or was it Gilman, the head of the Angelos family, the master of the Thirteenth Legion, and the warmaster of the Ottoman Empire, who sent you here?"

Aenarion asked instead of answering.

"Why are you calling me so polite? In front of outsiders, just call me Legion Commander. We are all family members of Anglos now. Ji Liman is the sister of your wife's father! Call me aunt."

The third Angelos spoke quickly. Aenarion knew this man. When he had just kidnapped his mother-in-law from the Angelos family, he had chased after them the most fiercely. As a result, he had controlled Mahmoud through his mind and injured him, allowing several people to escape successfully.

A great sense of absurdity emerged in Aenarion's heart. It was true that when a poor person lives in a busy city, no one cares about him, but when a rich person lives in the mountains, he has distant relatives. When he had just married Astariel Angelos and was nothing, the Angelos family chased him and fought against him. But now, when he became the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Roman Empire and even defeated two legions in succession, these Angelos automatically acknowledged that he was their relative.

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Author's words: PS: I'm moving these days and my flight is on Tuesday, so the updates may not be stable in the next three days. Please understand, but it will be back to normal next Wednesday!

Chapter 270: Shadow of Corruption

Aenarion fell into deep thought. The Thirteenth Legion's recruiting ground was Thrace, which was the ancestral home of the Angelos family, so almost all the children of the Angelos family joined the Thirteenth Legion.

Thanks to the transaction between the ancestors and the God of Change, all the children of Angelos are double-headed eagles and have dual elite templates. Coupled with the huge inheritance left by the royal descendants, this has resulted in the starting point of many Angelos being the end point of other elves, Slavs, and Viking children. Except for rare geniuses, others have no way to compete with Angelos.

Therefore, with 90% of their family members' strength and 10% of their connections, almost all of them became high-ranking members of the Thirteenth Legion, and their number was very large. If they could really incite Angelos to rebel, then the Thirteenth Legion would be

The legion is also in his pocket.

"So, the three uncles came here on their own accord? Or was it sent by our aunt?"

Aenarion followed their example and tried to get close to them. It was just a matter of making friends, so who couldn't do that?

"Our aunt sent me."

Angelos, who was in the lead, said.

“She hopes you will make way for our ship to escape safely. Whether it is the Palaiologos dynasty or the current Ottoman Sultan, they are all changing emperors. Only we, the Angelos, are the ironclad wealthy and prestigious family in the Aegean Sea.

Without the full support of our Angelos family and the Thirteenth Legion, which helped her expel the old Sultan's guards and control the entire capital, that kid Muhammad would not have become the Sultan.

If it weren't for your efforts, brother-in-law, who occupied Athens in the south, Sessaly in the north, Albania in the west, and Crimea in the east, how could the Eastern Roman Emperor have the prestige he has today! Now, in the two most powerful empires in Rumelia and Asia Minor, the war marshals who control the greatest military power are all from the Anglos family! We can definitely contact each other privately, use each other to improve our military records, and establish unparalleled prestige in the Ottoman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire respectively, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Oh, so we should support each other and protect ourselves, right?

"So, where is our aunt now?"

Aenarion asked again.

"The remaining fleet is anchored near a fishing village called Daven, east of Salamis Island. If you want to see it, you can go there anytime."

Aenarion nodded repeatedly and ordered his men to arrange three rooms on the ship for the three relatives to live in. He needed to think about this matter carefully.

Before he could figure out how to deal with this group of Angelos, the Doge of Venice, the lich with a hideous face, came over angrily.

"Aenarion! What do you mean?"

Dandolo opened his rotten, dry throat and let out a hoarse roar.

"What's wrong, Governor?"

Aenarion saluted politely.

"We have an agreement! After defeating the Ottoman and Genoese fleets, the spoils will be divided equally among us. The Genoese islands in the Aegean Sea will also be divided equally among us. After the Genoese are squeezed out of the Aegean Sea, the slave trade in the Black Sea will also belong to you, and the Ottoman Silk Road trade will belong to me!"

The old lich looked extremely angry.

"But now, why are the Genoese back again? And are they standing with us? Why do you think all the merchants and councillors of Venice came here with most of the warships? They came here to fight for the Genoese's property in the Aegean Sea! Not to help you wipe out an Ottoman army! Even if we defeat them, what can we do? Those few small Ottoman ships are not enough for us to share!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, Governor. I promise that I will give you what I promised before the war. There have indeed been some changes in Genoa, but please rest assured that our cooperation has always been moving towards the original goal."

Aenarion comforted the Venetians.

"Hmph, that's for the best. I was on the battlefield for the sake of the overall situation, so I didn't blow up the Genoese and Ottomans at the first opportunity."

The old lich said with a sinister look on his face.

"I am grateful to you for helping me regain the position of governor in the most critical moment. But when you were at your weakest and the First Legion almost destroyed your country, I also did my best to help you overcome that crisis. We owe each other nothing. The war commander of the Eastern Roman Empire - I hate it when others violate the terms of the contract. The last time my ally signed an alliance with me but could not afford to pay me was in 1203."

After the old lich finished speaking, he walked away coldly. The Varangians looked puzzled, while the high elves present were gritting their teeth in hatred.

In 1203, the blind lich, because he was not paid enough, instigated the Crusaders to attack Constantinople in order to get enough compensation.

At that time, the power struggle among the royal family of Angros was at its most fierce. They supported an heir to the throne of Angros, tricked him into opening the city gates, and easily captured this city that was theoretically unconquerable.

"Warmaster! These Venetians are too bullying. Screw them. Why don't we join forces with Genoa to fight them!"

An elf servant said indignantly.

"A person must have credibility. I now rely on integrity to deal with various countries. I have fulfilled everything I promised to everyone and never violated any word in any contract. This is what convinced the neighboring countries. Even if Venice becomes our enemy, it is only after I have fulfilled my promise."

Aenarion explained.

"Gather all my knights immediately, except for Irel Khan. I need to discuss important matters with them."

"As you wish."

The attendants left immediately. Knight was a very special title in the Athenian Despotate. Different from the feudal knights in Western Europe, it was a nickname referring to Aenarion's most loyal followers, the girls with whom he had signed contracts. As Aenarion's level soared, they were all level 8 warriors, the most powerful force in the Athenian Despotate besides the Dark Angels.

Aenarion began to think about going to see his aunt. To be honest, his handling of Llane and the Dark Angels was a bit rough. Although the result was good, an entire legion was now fighting for the Roman Empire, but he did not use them to their full potential. That was...

The warlord of the Ottoman Empire! He was captured by himself and turned into a lint ball.

But, after all, his abilities were limited back then. But now it's different. With the growth of his strength, Aenarion dares to plan more radical, risky, but more rewarding plans, such as going to Davin Village, spying with the current warmaster of the Ottoman Empire, and then finding a way to control her brain, or even taking her in as a magical pet, and then letting her go back.

In this way, the highest military commander of the Ottoman Empire directly became his servant. He could even corrupt... no, incite other legion commanders to rebellion by controlling this important chess piece, the Imperial War Marshal.

If they are loyalists, they can be lured to a Jedi place and wiped out directly through the order of the Warmaster...

What's more, it is said that Jiliman is one of the weakest legion commanders, and it is also said that her combat power is just okay, but her magic resistance is very low.

Chapter 271: When the birds are dead, the bows are put away; when the rabbits are dead, the dogs are cooked.

After the group gathered, they began to discuss the specific details and tactics of the plan overnight. Estariel did not hesitate to reveal all the information about her sister-in-law.

Her main occupation is level 1 combat warlock + level 15 warrior, and her second occupation is level 10 sword of war + level 6 eternal blade. Well, she is only level 16, the lowest among the legion commanders. However, thanks to the characteristics of dual occupations, Aenarion's level 8 double elites have the same actual combat power as the level 12 Janissary commander, and even wins with super strong defense.

Like Aenarion and other Angros, Gilman's true strength is far beyond the apparent level 16.

Warlock and warrior are both common professions, while the Sword of Military Path and the advanced Eternal Blade is a very evil profession. Now no one can tell how this profession has been passed down. He is obviously a warrior, but he has things called [Moves] and [Schools]. The sword moves he makes are powerful and weird, just like magic.

"Why did she choose her dual elite professions like this? Both her main and secondary professions are warrior types???"

Aenarion was a little confused. This professional combination was so weird. The most perfect combination of two elites was one magician and one combatian, forming a complementary combination of strengths and weaknesses, such as himself and Mahmoud.

Even if someone like Astarielle has dual professions that all focus on spellcasting ability, with one learning arcane and the other learning psionics, the expansion of her own list of known spells is terrifying.

But what's this guy thinking? Stacking two combat systems together? If the magic resistance and immunity are high, there must be something fishy.

"It's a personality issue. My aunt doesn't like to stand in a safe place and cast spells from a distance. She likes to rush in with a sword and chop people. My father said that she has been like this since she was a child. She will rush in first regardless of whether she can win or not. She is usually very gentle and easy-going, and has excellent political skills, but she gets carried away when fighting."

Astariel shrugged, indicating that she couldn't understand it either.

Aenarion recorded the enemy's information truthfully, worked out a battle plan, handed over the war to Giovanni, and then took his six personal knights and three giants except Valkia to form a special team of ten people. Under the guidance of three Angelos messengers, they quietly crossed the sea under the cover of night and arrived in Davin.

Seeing the other party's envoy coming, Ji Liman immediately arranged a banquet and solemnly received her nephew-in-law in the early morning.

Aenarion looked at the head of Angros, the warlord of the Ottoman Empire. She was a pure-blooded high elf. Although she was wearing a gorgeous blue and gold plate armor, her uniform could not hide the gentle and elegant bookish air on her face. Her facial features and face were soft and regular. She looked gentle and refined. She didn't look like a general fighting on the front line at all. Instead, she looked more like a minister who was strategizing in the court.

Her golden shoulder-length hair was as neatly groomed as the whole room, and her soft and beautiful face showed a refreshing smile that made people feel like spring breeze.

Aenarion looked at the current warmaster of the Ottoman Empire, and Gilman also looked at Aenarion. Because of the extremely high magic resistance of the paladin, Llane had almost no feeling for his beauty, let alone on the battlefield, and he has not wavered until now.

At this moment, Gilman was staring at Aenarion's face and couldn't take her eyes away. The invisible psychic mist was like a mirror, reflecting the look she desired most in her heart, making her breathing rapid and her heartbeat gradually accelerated. Her brain even forgot the words she had prepared for a long time, and she just stared at Aenarion's face.

"aunt."