Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Augustus held his forehead with his hands, and while listening to where the minister next to him was chattering, he listened to the main combat faction message sent back by the members of the Pigeon Whispering Court. After a long argument, Arcadius finally made the final judgment.

"I have decided not to sign! We are the winners! Why rely on the head of a monster in exchange for peace with Sasanian Persia?

If I really did this, what kind of eyes would future generations look at me? I want to take back what I lost with my own hands! And let those demons know the cost of invading the empire! After hundreds of thousands of years, I will let them shrink in the desert. As long as they hear the name of the empire and see our eagle flag, they will be frightened and tremble! "

Augustus braced himself and stood up from his chair, his pale face with a sickly fanaticism.

"Pass the order! Order the First Maximian Legion to defend Constantinople, order Peturabo to prepare for the attack! Order Fagan to take ten legions, quickly outflank the north, cut off the King of Kings Back road! I will bring the Forbidden Army into Cilicia, personally behead the half-devil **** kings on the battlefield! Personally regain the lost land, not only that, but I want to push the empire's territory to Persia again bay!"

"Your will."

Hearing the emperor's order, those opponents did not dare to say anything, so they sighed and knelt in front of him respectfully, obeying Augustus's order.

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Mesopotamia-the capital of the Persian Third Reich-Taixi Feng

Sulena sits carelessly on the bustling city square, using the brilliance of the stars and the moon to re-forge his own psionic equipment. From a distance, he is like a dark green tower made of flesh and blood, constantly waving himself stout. The clanging sound of iron on his arm rushed straight into the sky, and the nearby demons were unbearable, but they didn't dare to rush up to disturb the living legend.

"You big tyrants, learn from me, I only teach this once! First, fill the box with antiseptic liquid."

The chief of the Blood Axe clan took out a pair of exquisite tools tailor-made for his huge palm, and forged a brand-new psychic facility for this brand-new body. A square iron box was filled with some kind of viscous, weird dark green liquid. Then, Sulaina carefully picked up a piece of fresh meat with a small tweezers, and threw it into the full Inside the tin box for anticorrosive liquid.

Around this seven-meter Roshan, a bunch of green-skinned orc technicians gathered densely. They looked at their boss eagerly, and personally taught the manufacturing method of the psionic machine-the iron box is small for Sukhba, but for these orc boys, they can squeeze in by curling up. Up.

"As you know, I am a formidable soldier, and my psionic attainment only stops at the fourth ring, and the known abilities are even less pitiful."

Sukhba picked up an oversized tweezers, carefully squeezed a large piece of crazily squirming, twisted dark green flesh, and threw it into the iron box filled with antiseptic liquid. There was a bright silver weird magic pattern, just like dazzling. The fluorescence glows in the fresh, squirming flesh and blood.

"Ah, this is... a spirit pattern? A power pattern that can be used at once."

Several well-informed big skill tyrants recognized the rough pattern above the flesh and blood.

"Yes, but the ordinary psionic power disappears after one use, but I think it can become eternal by doing so."

Sukhba licked his dry lips and pulled out a huge iron cover that exposed three holes. The assistant on the side quickly offered a fiery psychic fire and a terrible dark green tongue. Under the control of the assistant, he went crazy. Licking the edge of the iron cover.

The temperature of the psychic flame is so high that the metal coffin lid exposed to the air twists and melts within a few seconds, accompanied by the white mist, slowly dripping hot metal water droplets, which looks almost the same. Sukhba suddenly let go, and violently pressed the melted lid on the iron box.

"Look! Boys! Metal will gradually melt under the hot flames. At this time, press them and other metals together. After cooling, the two will be closely connected! The outside is coated with a layer of mud, Even the liquid cannot flow out! This is the most basic welding trick."

Looking at the successfully sealed big iron box, Sulaina tore a huge gap in the center of the iron cover, shaking his sturdy fingers, twisting three thin mithril forging threads with agility that was not commensurate with his body shape. Passing through the three holes, insert a section of the mithril thread through the antiseptic liquid, with a silvery spirit pattern, deeply inserted into the living flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, WARBOSS's assistant who remained in Taixifeng welded the three holes with flames, and the joints were covered with a layer of green leather-like silt. The entire sealing process came to an end.

At the same time, Sulena twisted three pieces of Mithril thread into one strand, and inserted the other end directly into the side of his brain! Accompanied by the dripping blood splattering everywhere, and the abominable sound of rubbing flesh and blood with metal, the silver silk thread deeply sank into the center of the war chief's brain.

"Look! In this way, a psionic facility hanging on the outside of the body will succeed! I think this way, I can use my psychic powers to drive and use abilities that I don't understand."

The war chief took out a piece of iron chain, grabbed the huge iron box as a toy easily, tied it to his sturdy biceps like a hill, took out some thick rivets, and passed through the gaps in the iron chain. Nail these sharp gadgets deeply into your thick, rough leather.

After everything was finished, Sulena slowly closed his eyes, and in a dark galaxy, a total of sixty-seven huge stars spewing dark green flames spread the entire expanse of starry green. The dim light.

Suddenly, above the vast and secluded sea of ​​stars, there appeared an extremely terrifying black hole of death, dark green psychic flames, one by one was sucked away by the black vortex, one after another bright star , Fell into a deathly silence.

At the same time, the silk thread connecting Sulaina's brain and the tin box flashed with sparks of psychic energy. His thick hands held up a group of psychic flames that were brighter and dazzling than a thousand suns!

"Okay, I can solder by myself!"

The war chief laughed and prepared to weld a second permanent psionic decoration for his huge body.

"But...WARBOSS? You said before that the main reason for your failure this time was because a bean sprout used a trick, what kind of psionic boy cracking technique? It destroyed the magic equipment all over your body. What caused you to lose?"

"Ok······"

WARBOSS suddenly stopped working on his hands, his ugly and hideous face, like a wise man, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and fell into deep contemplation.

"No, I have to think about a solution."

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Cilicia-Tarsus

Among the most prosperous cities in the Chiriqia province of the empire, King Ithua I sat on his golden throne. After a curtain of countless silks and satin, he dealt with government affairs in an orderly manner, as if he didn’t know. , How critical his situation is.

Through the window of the castle, you can see the Mediterranean Sea in the south and the port burned to ashes by fire. The fleet of only two legions did not dare to land and fight at all. It just burned the dock and left in a hurry.

Outside the attic, a large number of demonic generals clashed in panic. The north is the lofty mountains of Asia Minor. Soldiers can barely climb and walk through, but the carriage that transports food and luggage can't do it! If there is no way to get enough supplies in the north, everyone will starve to death in the mountains of Anatolia.

To the west, Peturabo’s abominable steel cage is really like a cage, trapping his fierce beast. The south is the vast sea, and the east? It's okay now, but in the evening, there will be a purple phoenix leading ten Roman legions, trapping itself here!

"The King of Kings! Go and comfort the military, the soldiers are already panicked, and if this continues, I'm afraid it will be a mutiny!"

A sacrificial priest dressed in a robe of flames hurriedly lifted the silk curtain, begging the supreme ruler of the Third Reich of Persia to deal with the desperate situation in front of him.

"Don't panic, we have spies mixed in. That nasty group of Transfigures is really pervasive. So I can't tell anyone about the plan. The fewer people who know, the better."

The King of Kings, the God of Gods, while dealing with government reports from all over Cilicia, while explaining his plan to his most trusted servant.

"Are we going to continue fighting? The situation is not good for us. If we continue to fight, we may all die in a foreign land..."

Suddenly, Isi Ai I suddenly stood up from the chair, with an extremely strong scarlet arm, and stuck out the complicated blood-colored robe, directly pinched the attendant's throat, and held it in the air with one hand.

"A foreign land? Anatolia originally belonged to Persia! It is those hateful elves who have taken away the territory belonging to our ancestors from our hands! This place has never been a foreign country. This place should have been Belongs to me!!!"

The king of kings threw the frightened attendant on the ground, above the vicissitudes of life, under the twisted and hideous horns, a pair of scarlet pupils, burning with hatred anger.

"I have secretly arranged an army, waiting for them to enter the narrow bay in the northeast of the Mediterranean, block the strait, and annihilate the metal of the two army fleets that had been burned, looted, and looted.

I also communicated with Sulena. He has been resurrected in Taixifeng. The loss of the orcs under his command is one to one with the loss of the Forgrim Legion. In a few days, the orcs' reinforcements will arrive. At that time, everything will be fine, everything will be fine. "

The self-confident voice of the King of Kings gradually became a little low, not knowing whether it was comforting the servant who had followed him for a long time, or deceiving his own heart.