Huh? Are they all real?...

A commander of ten thousand asked the question with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

He clearly knew what it was.

Moen nodded and said:

"Yes, it is. The Winter Beast, the spirit of the glacial desert, the Pegasus that has soared since the Age of Gods."

"My God, the Primordial One truly favors you, my lord. I have never heard of such a thing. A creature from the Spirit Realm has actually entered the mortal world on its own initiative and chosen a master."

As the commander spoke, he raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Sir, you seem unhappy? You don't like it? It's so beautiful!"

The white Pegasus snorted in dissatisfaction, but it did not leave as it had before.

The person in front of it seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, but it felt that this person must be a very gentle person who was a good match for it.

So it doesn't want to leave.

Moen smiled and stroked Pegasus's mane to comfort him.

He also explained:

"It's not for that reason. I really like it, but since it's here, it means there's no way to avoid it."

After he was assassinated, the six senators who first stabbed him with daggers, who later became the six Roman angels, threw the blood-stained daggers into the Roman well outside the Senate, which was connected to the Tungusic waterway.

Then, this huge water vein, which they had discovered and diverted, began to dry up irreversibly.

The landscape that the Old World had begun to improve has gradually reverted to its original state.

People say this is divine retribution for betraying Augustus.

But at the time, Moen didn't take it seriously.

But it wasn't until he returned to the Old World that things changed.

He suddenly remembered the thoughtless words he had once uttered.

That was a passage imitating the final battle of the end times in the Bible.

I didn't mean anything by saying those things at the time; I just thought they were interesting.

But now everything matches up. Six angels and a bloodstained dagger, dried-up wells and rivers, even the army summoned by five unclean spirits.

If before it could be said that Moen was just a coincidence, then now...

The sky opened, and a person riding a white horse appeared.

Will only one-third of the people be saved?

Hopefully, things won't get any worse.

O O One, if you are truly watching over everything, then don't leave us in despair.

Let all of this remain confined to where the river has dried up!

"Tomorrow is the final battle, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir, tomorrow we will have a decisive battle with those damned slave owners. Please rest assured, they are nothing but a bunch of useless people with numbers."

Moen continued stroking the horse's soft mane a few more times, then turned back and smiled:

"The armies of almost the entire world are not just empty shells with numbers."

The 10,000-man commander of the honor guard remained steadfast in his statement:

"We've faced many formidable enemies in the past. We won't lose, sir!"

Those who followed Augustus never lost. Although they ultimately failed to stay with Augustus to the end, they knew that those who came after them would walk over their corpses and shoulders!

"I think so too. So, are you ready?"

"We are all ready to go, sir!"

Although the gap in skill level was so large that he didn't know how to win, so what?

None of them had ever thought about how to unify the world before!

But in the end, Augustus led them to success!

So we can definitely win now.

But to the commander's surprise:

"That's not what I meant. I was asking if all the supplies and food are ready."

"Sir, those things don't seem to be of much help tomorrow."

Even the commander of ten thousand men in the honor guard couldn't help but say those words.

Moen simply smiled and said:

"That's not for tomorrow."

"Ready, sir."

"That's enough!"

Moen patted the other person on the shoulder as encouragement, and then said:

"So go and rest, there's still a lot to do ahead of you."

"Yes, my lord."

The commander wanted to ask more questions, but ultimately his military instincts led him to remain silent.

Seeing the other person's expression of wanting to ask but being unable to, Quintus hugged them empathetically and said:

"I always thought only I felt this way, but I didn't expect you to feel the same way. I feel so much better now!"

"Thank you so much, I can finally get a good night's sleep."

That's great. It's not that I always failed to understand Augustus's thoughts; it turns out I wasn't stupid, but that Augustus really saw things far ahead.

The commander stood there, increasingly speechless.

So what should we do tomorrow?

When the sun rises, the radiance of the two moons is completely hidden.

The fleet that blotted out the sky came from the northern horizon.

Their numbers truly made them able to block out the sky!

On Moen's side, although he was backed by the victorious Augustus's Army of Honor, who had followed him through countless battles.

However, compared to the enemy's overwhelming numbers, and given that Moen rejected Quintus's idea of ​​incorporating the surrendered troops into his army, the situation was far more complex.

Therefore, even with a large army formation behind him, Moen still appeared almost all alone and pitiful.

But compared to the Romans' mockery, Moen and the honor guard, and even the ordinary people who had spontaneously followed and were no longer slaves, showed no fear whatsoever.

They are very clear about who is right, themselves or the other party.

Even if they lose today, they will live on forever!

The more people the other side has, the more proud and amused they become.

Look, those cowards have brought so many people to deal with us!

Moen looked up at the fleet in the sky.

Before he could make any move.

Moen then saw an exceptionally luxurious airship descend from the fleet in the sky.

After glancing at the signals and flags displayed by the enemy, the centurion beside Moen said:

"Sir, they request to speak."

"Just to my liking."

Quintus frowned and said:

"My lord, they must be trying to humiliate you and force you to admit defeat. Ignore them and start the battle! The enemy is mostly reinforcements. Once you inflict casualties, they will retreat on their own."

Moen smiled at Quintus:

"Who will humiliate whom is still uncertain. Are you interested in coming with me?"

The colonel said seriously:

"Sir, this is really a bit dangerous. You'd better not go."

Moen simply smiled, then leaped onto his white Pegasus and walked towards the other person.

Seeing this, the centurion and Quintus could only hurry to follow.

When the airship landed, six Roman angels and leaders and messengers from all sides disembarked early to await the arrival of the other party.

When the white icy pegasus appeared, the six Roman angels were surprised that the other party had actually tamed the winter beast.

But there wasn't much of a reaction.

The army above them has already proven who the winner is.

So when Moen rode up to him on his elegant white pegasus...

The six Roman angels all said with great mockery:

"Augustus, great Augustus, we almost thought you wouldn't come!"

The other one chimed in with a laugh:

"After all, the gap between us seems a bit too big!"

People burst into laughter at the sight of his fingertips.

To this, Moen simply chuckled and replied:

"Three eras have passed, and you still don't even have the courage to face me head-on."

One sentence was enough to leave the six Roman angels speechless.

The smiles on their faces gradually faded, and they said instead:

"Your Excellency Augustus, with which eye do you see that we dare not act? Aren't we right in front of you? Or is it that even if we have returned, your old eyes are too dim to see the truth?"

Moen looked up at the dark clouds overhead in surprise and said:

"Hiding under so many people's feet before daring to come see me, can that be called facing me head-on?"

"What? Aren't you angels? Am I just a mortal? Since when have angels needed so many people to embolden them when facing mortals?"

This made the six Roman angels glance down at them, who were now right in the shadow of the fleet.

They were a little embarrassed.

Back then, they only dared to assassinate, and now they still only dare to hide in the crowd.

After forcing a smile, the Eastern Roman angel said with a forced, insincere grin:

"Because you are the great Augustus, the former ruler of the world, we must show you sufficient respect. Unexpectedly, you seem to lack the courage to face us."

Moen, riding on the back of the white pegasus, asked with a smile:

How can you tell if I lack the courage to face it?

The angel of the Western Roman Empire looked at the other's winged horse and said:

"I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to stand properly after dismounting. Otherwise, why wouldn't you dare to even dismount to show basic courtesy?"

The angel of Pompeii and Rome, however, raised his head and laughed:

"And to show you the utmost respect, we even invited this person!"

The enormous flapping sound resounded through the heavens and earth, and the immense wind pressure even stirred up sand and dust.

From within the already overwhelming fleet, a colossal creature, equally obscuring the sky, emerged.

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky at that moment.

When this colossal object appeared, the six Roman angels were all extremely pleased to see the astonishment in Augustus's eyes.

"It seems you've recognized him too. That's right, he's the evil dragon Drakarian, from your era!"

When asked who the strongest dragon species after the Age of Gods is, anyone would say it's Drakarian!