Huh? Are they all real?...

Although it lacks the name of Sanks and is not an ancient dragon without a curse, its power is absolutely unquestionable.

The legends he left behind are also countless.

Many people even believe that He is the strongest being below the gods.

From the Age of Gods to the present day, the only time the evil dragon Drakarian suffered a defeat was when his teeth were knocked out by the indestructible secret gem.

Moen, with a slightly strange expression, withdrew his gaze and instead bowed his head to the six Roman angels, saying:

Why should I dismount?

"Because you dare not show your fear, because if you dismount, we will see that you, a mere mortal, are already trembling."

The Roman angels were incredibly confident.

But Moen simply shook his head and said:

“You once swore allegiance to me, that I was your sovereign, and then you betrayed me. So why should I, as your master, dismount for traitors?”

The six Roman angels felt their lips twitch once again; morally, they certainly couldn't stand up to any argument.

So they changed the subject and said:

“My lord, we are deeply sorry for what happened in the past, but we must do it. After all, you were too arrogant. You actually put yourself above the gods and kings.”

“This is extremely disrespectful, and we must correct it, because you yourself cannot see it.”

Moen sneered:

"There's no need to flatter yourselves like that. Everyone knows you're just foolish enough to think you can inherit everything from me."

The six elders, the six original traitors, were all speechless once again, their faces turning even redder with shame.

They originally intended to rely on their absolute advantage to thoroughly humiliate the world's ruler, whom they had never dared to look up at before.

This is how they escape their own cowardice and inadequacy.

But they never expected things to be so awkward from the moment they met until now.

So they said in a fit of rage:

"It seems you still haven't learned what humility is. Well, we originally wanted to give you a way out, and also give those behind you a way out, since you did indeed make contributions."

"But now it's too late. You and your lackeys must die!"

Moen smiled:

"You bunch of stupid, cowardly good-for-nothings?"

The six Roman angels laughed, but their laughter was born of anger. They simultaneously spread their arms wide, displaying everything behind and around them:

"Can't you see what's around us and in the sky?"

Seeing this, Moen turned directly to the dwarves and said:

"The King of the Mountain, in his final moments when he could no longer hold on, entrusted the dwarves to me and personally crafted the Roman Throne for me as a symbol and a handover of my dwarven lordship."

"In return, I have given you the prosperity and stability you have long lost. So answer me, do you still acknowledge me as the lord of the dwarves?"

The dwarf elder, who was not from the Seven Hills but represented them, stepped forward from the ranks and respectfully pounded his chest, saying:

"The dwarves forever acknowledge your authority, Great Lord of the Dwarves, the only legitimate successor to the King beneath the Mountain, and the eternal Lord of the World, Lord Augustus Julius!"

The six Roman angels paled instantly, but before they could accuse the dwarves of betrayal, they were horrified to hear Moen speak to the elves:

“Answer me, Lord Trapolis of the Golden Flower. After the Eternal King departed, when the Sacred Tree fell into mourning and the Shadow Sun was left to fend for itself, who provided you with such immense assistance?”

Trapolis, who wore a golden flower on his chest, also stepped out of the crowd, bowed to Moen, and said:

"It is you, the great Augustus Julius, the eternal friend of the elves, the only lord beyond our reach whom we acknowledge!"

The six Roman angels' expressions changed drastically at this moment.

But the matter was far from over.

Because Moen has already set his sights on a new candidate.

“The insignia on your chests are symbols I have never seen before, but I see the two-colored wave pattern on your heads, on your arm armor, and on the banners on your backs. You are the people of the valley. Three ages ago, your ancestors were able to live because of me. So, descendants of the people of the valley, tell me, what do you think now?”

Even though the valley floods were no longer a threat, and even though the former capital had vanished, when Augustus asked this question, the descendants of the valley people still respectfully stepped forward and bowed in unison, saying:

"We will forever remember your kindness to our ancestors, great Lord of the Valley, King of the Sada people, revered Great Osada!"

He wore many crowns on his head, each inscribed with his name, and each crown symbolized supreme power in the world.

This time, the six Roman angels were completely panicked.

It's understandable that elves and dwarves are like this, but if the people of the valley who lived there have all died many years ago and they are like this, then what does that mean?

Just as they feared, Moen looked to the left and said:

"Your armor tells me that you are descendants of the bull Sadas. The ancient kingdom has fallen, but as the last of the bull's descendants, do you still remember me, your former ally?"

Several more people stepped forward, raised their heads, and together removed their horned helmets, bowing to Moen and saying:

"Lord of the Bulls, Friend of Sadas, One who dispels death, the legendary Saint-Étienne, even though three eras have passed, even though we have never seen or heard of your heroic figure, now that you have returned, we will still listen to you!"

The six Roman angels, who had mocked Moen for probably having trembling legs, were now starting to feel their own legs go weak.

But the other party showed no sign of stopping.

"Round Table of the Storm King, Knights of Rungomminiad, I have never met your king, nor have I had any friendship with your goddess. However, I once brought peace to the Storm Sea. So, knights of the Stormlands, answer me, whose side do you stand on now?"

The roundtable members stepped forward resolutely and said:

"The Round Table will always uphold justice, the Round Table will always remember what a knight is, and the Round Table will always remember your kindness, Lord of Rome, Pandava of the Stormy Sea!"

With a thud, one of the Roman angels could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

At this point, even if not everyone thinks that way, the rest will probably side with the other party.

And is it really true that not everyone thinks that way?

After all, the gods and kings tacitly agreed not to attend, but instead all sent their messengers.

Riding on his white pegasus, Moen looked at another group of people and said:

“I have no memory of your armor, I have never seen your banners, I have no recollection of your appearance, but your skin color and your accent tell me that you are Dacians, and three ages ago, I stopped the massacre of the Dacians. So tell me your decision.”

The Dacians, with their darker complexions and lowered voices, bowed their heads and stepped forward, kneeling before Augustus and saying:

"Savior of Dacia, Manifestation, Great Hand of Mercy, Emerald Voice. The people of Dacia will never forget you, unless they are all extinct!"

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively, and Moen continued. He looked at the people to the west and said:

"Your weapons tell me you come from the Brazilian Midaya. Amidst the millennia of ravages by subterranean fire and demons, it was I who united the world and soothed the resentment and curse left by my eldest son. So what do you think, people born and raised in the Brazilian Midaya?"

The Brazilian Midaya people, wielding flame-shaped weapons, stepped forward with solemn expressions and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Redeemer, comforter of the firstborn, Bohemia who heralds hope, even after three ages, we will never forget you, for the gods did not respond to us, but you saved us!"

Moen's voice was far from over, and the crowd waited with their heads held high for Augustus to call on them.

He wears clothes stained with blood; his name is known to all and unknown to all. He leads the armies of heaven and confronts mankind. From his mouth comes a sharp sword that can slay nations. He will rule them with a rebuking iron scepter and tread the face of the gods.

When the last messenger was also called out by Moen, he bowed his head.

Moen then looked at the six Roman angels who were already distraught and said:

"I am a dead man who has returned, an incompetent man who has left behind little, but I also believe that I have accomplished something and left behind some favors, so, children of the world!"

"Who is willing to help me eliminate this group of degenerate scoundrels who are the only ones to have betrayed me!"

As the Lord of the World issued the call, everyone drew their swords and pointed them at the six traitors present.

And in that sky that blots out the sun, the Roman fleet had been destroyed and crashed without any warning.

The outcome has been decided.

But the only one still standing, the Eastern Roman angel, wanted to make one last desperate attempt, and he focused all his attention on the sky.

He shouted out a name with all his might:

"Dracarion!!!"

As long as the evil dragon is still willing to come down, at least he can still break out and has a chance to survive. None of the gods and kings are present; they cannot resist the world, but the evil dragon may still be able to snatch them from the world's grasp.

But alas, the sky was empty, and the dragon had vanished without a trace.

Chapter 255 I'm Just Back to Clean Up Rome (4k)

Looking at the unresponsive sky, the last Roman angel who still refused to give up finally gave up.

They summoned people from all over the world because they were determined to win, so they brought forth a power that no mortal could resist.

This naturally includes themselves.

In some ways, this gap was so large that it made them even more desperate than facing a true god.

Because they dug the grave themselves.

However desperate they may be, they are not willing to give up even a try.

After all, what if?

Although everyone knows it's futile.

The Pompeii and Roman angels, their heads chopped off by the Round Table, appeared dead. But the Golden Flower Lord Trapolis drew his longbow towards the distance. The longbow, unloaded, still managed to fire a whistle, and many Pompeii and Roman angels escaped before finally crashing to the ground in despair.

The angel of the Second Roman Empire attempted a desperate breakout, but before he could even leave the ground, he was forced to his knees by countless hands. Then, a flaming sword from Miltaya of Brazil pierced his heart and scorched his body.

The angel of the Holy Roman Empire, who was neither holy nor Roman nor imperial, had half of his wing torn off before being shot down by the spears of the Valley People while flying in mid-air.

The angel of the Western Roman Empire may have fled the farthest, as he escaped directly into the spirit world. However, when he hid in a broken ancient castle, the entire castle, along with him, was thrown into the purple sun by Sadas's angels.

Two angels from the Eastern Roman Empire attempted to kidnap Augustus, one delaying the other. However, the one who was about to act was unexpectedly beheaded by a Dacian sword the moment he stepped forward. As his head spun, he wondered if his companion, who had been stalling for time, had been defeated too quickly.

But when he finally landed on the ground, he saw his companions who had abandoned him and fled into the sky long ago.

He was the one being used to stall for time.

It was a great success, but unfortunately, they had called on people from all over the world, which is why he was struck down by lightning when he was halfway through the air.

It was a defeat that was almost without any suspense.

But in the very last moment, just before Death's scythe fell.

They all cursed in unison:

"A lizard with no principles or honor whatsoever!"

Although the evil dragon Drakarian also betrayed them, it was the only one who received its reward in advance.

Ironically, they had previously relied on each other the most.

They even believed that I, too, had dignity and principles.

It was utter rubbish from beginning to end!

Quintus and the commander standing behind Moen remained utterly shocked from beginning to end.

They truly did not expect that, even as Rome had fallen, the rest of the world, which had almost no connection with Rome, would choose to remember it.

Six Roman angels, six died. Five Roman empires, five perished.

However, only five of their extraordinary traits were successfully preserved.

Instead of keeping it all, they gave it to Augustus along with the other two dwarf rings.

Leading the group was Trapolis, the most prestigious figure present, the Golden Flower Lord who had lived since the Age of Gods. Both his strength and status clearly made him the most suitable representative of the group.

A gap had been opened in the sky before the burning Roman airship behind them.

It was as if the heavens had opened up, allowing the sun's rays to shine directly upon Augustus, who was riding a white horse.

The Golden Flower Lord carefully picked up the extraordinary characteristics they had gathered and turned to Moen earnestly, saying:

“It is an honor to see you again after so many years, Lord Augustus Julius.”

Behind him, the crowd all knelt down on one knee.

Although it is no longer the broken world that existed after the Book of Revelation.

But precisely because it is not a broken and sorrowful world, they need to revere the person before them who mends the world.

They seek neither power nor fame; their only desire is to save and perpetuate their battered civilization.