Fabricating The World: Creating A Three-Body Invasion At The Beginning

Constantinople was now in dire straits, but the emperor was not yet completely in despair.

After more than five weeks of bloody battles, the enemy also suffered heavy losses. In some places, the corpses of the native chickens were piled higher than the city wall!

The Ottoman Empire's army had already been exhausted from this protracted siege battle. There was a war-weariness within the army, and most of the generals believed that they should accept the conditions proposed by the Zhanting Empire and withdraw their troops.

The reason why the defeat of the Ottoman Empire has not yet become a reality is only because of one person!

That man, that man who was proficient in Latin, proficient in the arts and sciences, a man of great learning!

The man who knew that he would definitely inherit the throne of the king, but drowned his own brother in the bathtub to eliminate hidden dangers!

The man who beheaded a beautiful woman in front of the entire army just to show that he was not a womanizer!

He is the axle of the huge and ferocious Ottoman Empire chariot. As long as this axle breaks, the chariot will also fall to the ground!

Thinking of this, Constantine XI's eyes burst out with unprecedented brightness, and he looked at the woman who showed the miracle in front of him.

"What do you want to achieve?"

"I want to be a saint!" Diolenna replied immediately.

Obviously, she has been waiting for the emperor's words for a long time.

Constantine XI nodded slightly. This reason is more credible. For Diolenna now, wealth is nothing. She can get all the money in the world.

But as a humble low-class woman, the identity of a saint has sufficient attraction for her!

The emperor put his hand on Diolenna's head and said.

"Go, child, kill the Sultan, and you will save the holy city. You will become a saint, respected by hundreds of millions of people."

Diolenna left the palace with the last hope of the Roman emperor. She will go alone to the tower that was cut off by an inexplicable force, where she will have the power to overlook the entire world!

In the face of that power, even the famous Sultan could not escape the fate of being judged!

In the palace, Constantine XI stared at the slowly drying water stains on the ground, as if he saw the fading hope.

This water stain was left by the twelve sea warriors who had just left.

Last Monday, these twelve brave men, dressed in Ottoman clothes and pagan turbans, drove a small boat through the enemy's heavy blockade to meet the rushing European fleet and planned to inform them of the enemy's situation.

However, when they arrived at the Aegean Sea, all they could see was the calm sea surface, and the legendary Western European fleet did not even exist!

The frustrated warriors still fulfilled their mission. They crossed the blockade again and reported the bad news to the emperor.

Now, Constantine finally confirmed that the so-called European aid was just a wishful dream.

The ruthless Christian world has abandoned the Zantine Empire, and they really want to see the thousand-year-old holy city fall into the hands of the pagans with their own eyes!

There were uneasy noises outside, and the guards reported that a lunar eclipse had occurred.

This is an obvious omen, because during the thousands of years of wind and rain, the Romans once orally passed down this motto: As long as the moon shines, Constantinople will not fall!

Constantine stared at the moon that seemed to have turned into a black hole with no joy or sadness. He had already had a premonition that Diolena would not come back and he would not get the head.

Sure enough, a day and night passed, and Diolena still didn't come back.

When Minister Fazaran found her, she was huddled under the high tower in Brahne District.

When they saw the tower for the first time, everyone was stunned: under the cold light of the just-rising moon, the sharp top of the tower pointed directly at the stars in the night sky.

"How is that possible?!" the accompanying officer exclaimed.

Just yesterday, they saw that only half of this tower was left, but now, the tower is intact?!

Ignoring the shock in his heart, the minister immediately woke up Diolenna.

"What are you doing here?!" he asked sharply.

"My lord, now...I can't go there yet." Diolenna replied in a low voice.

"Do you remember your mission?!"

"Wait a moment!" The woman crossed herself desperately, "Please wait a moment!"

Fazaran pointed out the window and said angrily: "What else can we wait for? Listen, what else can we wait for?!"

Waves of sound came from outside. Listen carefully, and you will find that the sound is divided into two completely different parts.

Part of it comes from outside the city - the Ottoman Empire has decided to launch a general attack on Constantinople tomorrow!

The Sultan rode his horse through all the camps in the army and promised the soldiers: I only want Constantinople itself, and all the wealth and women in it are yours. After the city is broken, you can freely loot the city for three days!

The whole army cheered for his promise, and the sound rose into the sky along with the smoke of countless campfires, turning into a thick mass of murderous aura, covering the entire Constantinople!

The voice from Constantinople was deep and sad, and all the citizens held a religious procession under the leadership of the archbishop.

This is a tragic scene that has never happened before in the history of Christianity and will never happen again: in the solemn chants, under the dim candlelight, the emperor and archbishop, the heavily armed city garrison and the king All the citizens of Constantinople, they gathered together before God, preparing to fight the final bloody battle with their lives!

We can't wait any longer! The minister looked at the woman in front of him, and this idea suddenly came to his mind.

Maybe Diolena is just a liar. She has no so-called magic at all. She deceived everyone, and this is a relatively good result.

The bigger threat is: she really has magic, and has already been to the enemy, and then came back after accepting a mission from the Ottoman Empire!

After all, the dying Zhanting Empire could not give her anything at all. Even the promise of the saint could not be fulfilled, because those believers must not be willing to admit that a humble low-class woman became a saint!

These ideas are not groundless. Byzantium once experienced such a story, and this was the case for the craftsman named Urban!

So, at Fazaran's signal, the accompanying officer drew his sword and stabbed Diolenna in the chest!

When Fazaran walked out of the tower, the sounds in the city and outside the city disappeared.

The silence before the war enveloped the continent and ocean at the junction of Eurasia, and the Eastern Roman Empire ushered in its last dawn.

Inside the tower, the female magician who was nailed to the wall by a sword died. She may be the only true magician in human history.

And ten hours ago, the brief magical era experienced on earth ended!

The age of magic began at 16:00 on May 3, 1453 AD, when a high-dimensional fragment first touched the earth; this era ended at 21:00 on May 28, 1453 AD, when the fragment completely left the earth.

After that, the world returned to normal.

On the evening of May 29, Constantinople fell.

At the end of the day's bloody battle, Constantine XI looked at the swarming enemy troops and shouted.

""]Isn't there a Christian who will cut off my head?!"

Then, the emperor took off his purple robe, drew his sword and rushed into the enemy formation.

The historical significance of the fall of Constantinople was not fully apparent until much later. The first thing people thought when it happened was that the Roman Empire had finally completely disappeared!

Zhanting is the thousand-year-long rut that ancient Rome dragged behind it. Although it had its glory days, it eventually evaporated like water stains under the scorching sun.

At that time, the ancient Romans whistled in the magnificent Bath Palace, thinking that the empire was built on a whole block of granite like the baths under them and would last forever.

Now people know that there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever and everything must come to an end!