Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

What is the romance of life...

It could be wearing a holster and shouting "Become the light" in public.

It could be riding a unicycle while wearing a clown mask.

It can be a "passionate hand-to-hand fight" with a giant robot that doesn't meet actual needs at all.

You can also say "I want it all" to a life that has no choice.

In short, romance is a very simple thing.

For example, Milin is like this now, holding a bright red flag high and charging towards countless enemies with a force of no more than ten cavalry.

"Even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!"

The silver-gray liquid covered the flagpole in Milin's hand and formed a pointed double blade at the top.

So the flag, which could only be regarded as a flag bearer, became a double-edged lance that could chop or stab.

Seeing the knight who was as round as an onion, he waved the "flag gun" in his hand and rushed over with no more than a dozen people.

The Ottoman Empire army that originally planned to attack the city did not stop. Only a small formation slowed down, forming a pocket formation to surround these people who were overestimating their capabilities.

However, before the ridiculous knight could rush over, a figure who could run faster on two legs than on four crashed into the military formation with a bang.

It was a "bang" sound in the literal sense. With this sound, more than a dozen soldiers who had no idea what was going on flew into the air under the huge impact.

Alori, who had created this scene, once again swung the battering ram that he had taken out from nowhere in his hand, and the electric sparks sent dozens of people flying away.

The inexplicable changes caused the Ottoman Empire's army to fall into a strange silence for a while, before the frontline officers who were trying to maintain their formation figured out what was happening.

Milin, who followed Alori and rushed into the enemy formation, waved the "double-edged flag gun" in his hand and cut the several cavalrymen and horses who wanted to surround him in half like cutting tofu.

"My Lord..." Ella looked confused as she watched this scene.

Is this something a normal person can do?

Oh, the Admiral is not a normal person...wait, who is the Admiral?

"Are you praying to God?" Milin's undisguised cheerful voice sounded on the battlefield.

"But my Majesty..."

While speaking, Milin once again swung the gun blade, causing a mass of broken limbs on the battlefield.

"In the glory of this flag!"

Looking at the enemies who were too frightened to get close to him, Milin took the initiative to rush forward and raised his flag gun.

“There is no place for God!”

On the flag gun held high, the flag fluttering in the wind gradually emitted more and more dazzling light.

"Because of the real Augustus!"

Under the radiance of the flag, thousands of shadows appeared around everyone.

"It's the god who walks on the earth!"

The revealed shadows gathered into neat classical square formations one after another.

The huge shields and bronze daggers make these military formations seem to have stepped out of the long river of history.

Directly in front of each square stood a "Caesar" who was truly worthy of the name "Augustus".

“The real Rome!”

"It is the Kingdom of God on earth where the gods live!"

As Milin chanted loudly, a Roman military formation led by dozens of "Caesar Augustus" was ten times the number of the Ottoman Empire troops.

Taking neat steps, he pressed forward with unstoppable momentum.

Facing all the glory of a thousand-year empire, all struggles seem ridiculous and interesting.

When the scarlet brought by the blood moon was torn apart by the rising sun, there was no longer a single soldier standing outside the city of Constantinople who believed in the monotheistic religion.

Ella, who recovered from her trance, looked at Milin not far away with an expression that didn't know what to do. She was still holding the flag high and was guarded by a group of figures preserved in historical records.

When Ella just moved her eyes to Milin, the shadows surrounding Milin that were gradually dimming turned back to look at Ella.

Ella, who almost fell off her horse because of these looks, worked hard to steady herself.

Without evaluation, blame, or questioning, the shadows just kept looking at Ella and then gradually disappeared into the sunlight together with their soldiers.

After all the shadows around Milin disappeared and the flag in her hand no longer emitted light, Ella dismounted and walked to Milin.

"How do you feel?" Milin, still wearing his funny onion armor, said with a smile.

"...It turns out that Admiral, your Jingluo is Jingluo." Aila said to Milin in a subtle tone.

"Of course, this is the Rome I like, or rather, the empire I like. It's called Da Qin."

After saying this, Milin looked down at Ella and then continued:

"Just like men prefer women when they are in their prime."

"A great empire, and another great place it likes, will of course be the period when the other party was most powerful."

"Because they believe that only opponents who are the same as themselves can experience how lonely it is to be invincible."

After all, "similar to China" can be regarded as the highest level of evaluation.

"I'm so sorry for being such an old woman, Siris's admiral." Ella seized the opportunity to complain.

"Haha." Faced with Ella's complaints, Milin just smiled and continued indifferently: "How is it? Do you like this scene?"

"...It's not bad, at least..." Ella, who had been thinking for a while but couldn't decide how to evaluate it, simply changed her focus and said: "At least I'm quite happy, Admiral."

"Just be happy. In fact, if you just recruit armored cavalry, you don't need to go to this point."

Milin said.

In fact, when the twelve final armored cavalry appeared from Ella's side, Milin's golden finger already had the option of recruiting armored cavalry.

"Then why do you do it, Admiral... just for fun?" Ella asked strangely.

"A little bit, but more importantly, it's easy to get an army, but it's hard to find a general." Milin said pointedly.

Although Milin just turned his helmet towards him when he said these words, and could not see his specific expression, Ella, who could still feel Milin's subtle scrutiny, said uncomfortably:

"Then I, the defeated general, am very disappointing."

"Who said that? At least they recognize you." Milin smiled.

"They? Do they recognize me...?" Ella was startled, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

"They have recognized you a long time ago, my Majesty." A hint of a smile could be heard in Milin's voice: "Your Heroic Soul Seat has been erected for a long time, but it has always been hanging there."

"Let it continue to hang empty." Ella said immediately.

"Hahaha" Aila's quick response made Milin laugh out loud. With Milin's laughter, the smoke from the battlefield seemed to dissipate in a dreamlike bubble, and everyone returned to the school grounds, and even Even the original position has not changed.

Except for the fact that they were the same as the sculpture, the armored cavalry arrayed around Ella were in the same posture as when they first appeared.