Huh? Are they all real?...

And in the distant horizon.

The gods and kings all spontaneously applauded.

This is Augustus's Rome!

And, as Augustus looked toward them.

Even though everyone knew that Augustus was just a mortal, he couldn't see them.

But whenever Augustus looked in his direction, whether he was a god or a king, he would pay homage in his own way.

They will not bow down to the Lord of the world as they did in the past.

Of course, they would not acknowledge his rule.

But they were willing to give thanks for Augustus's past achievements.

Without Augustus and his Rome, there might not be the prosperity we enjoy today.

Augustus nodded slightly in return.

-

The honor guard did not stop there.

They continued to spread in all directions.

They want to rebuild Rome, so everything old must be overthrown!

The first to suffer were the slaves who chose to betray, for they were no match for the honor guard.

They were all caught and killed one by one; their pleas for mercy, their cries of pain, their resistance were all in vain.

One could even say that such a swift death was a rare act of mercy.

Looking at the pile of corpses before him, where it was almost impossible to tell who was who, Quintus couldn't help but touch his own body to see if he had any horrifying wounds that he hadn't noticed.

After confirming once again that everything was alright, he then spoke to Augustus:

"My lord, isn't this too lenient with them? These damned bastards have committed countless atrocities! Their deaths are far too easy!"

Moen glanced at the mud on the ground and said:

"It was indeed too easy for them to die, but I can't let the warriors who are still willing to fight for others also become demons."

Some people can turn a blind eye to all the suffering of evil people, but others, or rather, the vast majority of people, cannot, because it is not something they are allowed to see or hear.

Out of sight, out of mind, but this is forcing them to do it themselves.

It might sound appealing, and many people might feel willing to do it, but once they actually start, they'll discover the fundamental difference between them and bad people.

Normal people don't enjoy cutting another person to pieces with their own hands and listening to their wails.

Quintus was also aware of this. At least if he were to torture one or two people, he believed he could do so if he knew that the person had committed heinous crimes.

But once a large number of people join in, the refreshing sensation turns into nausea, and then into another form of torture.

Although he realized what was happening, Quintus still lowered his head slightly and said:

"This is so unfair!"

In response, Moen glanced at the ground beneath his feet and said:

"Perhaps not."

"Sir, what do you mean?"

Instead of answering, Moen asked:

“Quintus, you know more about Roman history than I do, so I’d like to ask you, have you ever heard of a demonic invasion that occurred in Rome?”

After carefully recalling the events, Quintus stated with great certainty:

Even during the time of the saints, Rome rarely experienced demonic invasions.

The memories do match up with Moen's; the Old World is the place Constantine visited the least.

This is interesting.

The place that should attract demons the most is actually the place where demons descend the least.

"Sir, have you discovered something?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"We don't have enough information yet, so I won't say anything more."

Quintus felt helpless. Lord Augustus was good in every way, except that he liked riddles too much.

Or is this how all adults are?

Because they see too high and too far, they keep quiet about what they see, because ordinary people like him do not have their vision and therefore cannot understand.

The more Quintus thought about it, the more he felt that this must be the case.

But it was at this moment that Moen suddenly asked curiously:

“Quintus, you once said that of all the Augusti of Rome, only one you felt was worthy of the name.”

"So, who is that one?"

Quintus paused for a moment, then said awkwardly:

"My lord, no matter what happened before, please believe me that at least now I feel there are two."

This answer surprised Moen as well.

After a moment, he smiled and said:

"That's true. A dead man who has accomplished nothing is indeed not as good as a hero who has done something right before your eyes."

"My lord, I, I, I..."

Quintus was also at a loss for words.

However, Moen didn't pay any attention to this.

Spataco, a hero who lives in the present yet sees the future, feels honored to be compared to others.

"I don't care about that, I'm just a little surprised that I was being a bit presumptuous before."

Quintus became increasingly embarrassed and could only ask:

"My lord, do you intend to conquer the entire Old World with your Honor Army?"

As he spoke, he and the others kept glancing at the remaining honor guards.

Although they were dressed the same, they could clearly sense the difference between this Roman army and the slave-owning army.

Even if the person in front of them is a slave who is barely clothed, their eyes are gentle or even evasive.

It was a sentiment of affection for future generations, but also a reflection of fear at failing to leave behind a good country.

"Yes, it was with their help that I was able to rebuild this continent back then, and I can certainly do it again now."

"But what about us? We are warriors too, and this is our world. We should fight as well."

Without turning around, Moen replied to this question:

"You need to shoulder the heavy responsibility of rebuilding Rome, and you need to shoulder the responsibility of ending slavery."

This made Quintus suddenly look at Moen and ask:

"Sir, what about you?"

After a moment of silence, Moen, without turning around, said:

“I am just a dead man, my friend.”

"Don't worry, they will stay this time too, unlike back then."

Augustus appeared to mend this broken world.

Augustus's return was also to correct the mistakes he had made.

When the world is mended, Augustus should depart.

Once the mistake is corrected, Augustus should leave.

Quintus stood there, stunned.

The others didn't hear this; they just kept staring at the honor guard in front of them.

They had no idea that the person who had brought them everything was destined to leave.

Chapter 249 The Strongest Dragon Race After the Age of Gods (2k4)

The honor army advanced quickly because they were no longer just the strongest army they once were.

They also brought out ancient divine relics from the memorial chapel.

Moen's excavation of the Memorial Sanctuary was not merely to reclaim the only trustworthy members of the Honor Guard, or to screen those around him to determine who was truly reliable.

His desire to obtain the weapons from the memorial shrine was genuine.

Moreover, the deaths of the emperor and a large number of nobles left many Roman cities with no capable people to organize resistance.

In fact, most of the defenders abandoned the city when they saw airships fleeing from all directions.

The reason is simple: they joined the army for a better life, to become superior people, but there's no reason for them to risk their lives for that.

They gathered so many people to fight the imposter, and now the main force has been completely routed. What are they still waiting for?

They came here to make money and bully the lowly, not to truly protect their homeland!

This resulted in the bizarre situation where the advance of the honor guard couldn't even keep up with the speed of Rome's fall.

To be honest, this situation almost made Moen spit out the tea he had just drunk.

Throughout history, this was the first time he had ever heard of something so outrageous.

His commander of ten thousand at the front was also extremely shocked and reported to Moen:

"Tell the great Augustus that we have indeed run very fast, but we really can't keep up with the speed at which they surrender!"

-

Almost all of the Roman emperors and nobles died in the very excavation sites they thought they had the upper hand.

But Rome's rule did not collapse as a result.

Because the true rulers of the five empires were not emperors, but the royal angels!

To be on the safe side, none of them went.

In the extraordinary world, apart from beings like kings, the power or rule of many countries is gradually transferred by the immortals to their offspring or confidants.

In any case, all the power in this country comes from their own great strength.

They don't need to worry like ordinary people that relinquishing power means losing it.

As long as they are alive, they are the true supreme rulers.

But if they are to continue governing, then without a sufficiently high level of awareness, normally no masochist would enjoy being tormented by endless political affairs.

It's perfectly fine to hand it over to one's own children or trusted confidants; they will manage the country well, and one can simply enjoy life.

Although angels and even gods often become rulers, they will never be in charge of everything themselves forever.

Even a king, in essence, doesn't abdicate, but the actual management is constantly delegated to others.

Of course, if a king were to announce his abdication, it would probably terrify everyone on the spot.

At least before Richard the Lionheart, both dynasties and the orthodox church tacitly agreed that as long as there was a king, there was no pope as the first person under God.

Because it was suspected of coveting or even sharing in the supreme royal power.

The same applies to the dynasty; there would be no such absurd position as a regent.

So when Richard the Lionheart said he would appoint a pope to replace him in managing the Storm Church and the people.

Almost all the cardinals were paralyzed with fear.

This sounds like some kind of novel method of murder.

However, Richard the Lionheart genuinely intended to establish a pope.