To Four Thousand Years Later

After **** finished speaking, he grinned lightly and said, "Look...what is supposed to come will come.

Tiberius was at this moment, and the sound of startled horses sounded. The carriage vibrated violently, Tiberius staggered violently, and fell to his knees in the carriage.

There were noises and screams outside the car, and the sound of broken pottery sounded at the same time.

Tiberius fell to his knees in the carriage, stretched out his hand to grab the seat, and managed to stabilize his body with great difficulty.

"what happened!

He yelled Ruo, opened the window and looked out. Dozens of cavalry were seen besieging the streets with spears in hand. And only a dozen archers holding arrows stepped out from behind the cavalry, raised their crossbows and pointed them at the carriage compartment where they were.

...Senate, is it completely undisguised? Tiberius gritted his teeth and cursed hissingly.

He still underestimated the ruthlessness of the Senate... and its determination.

Bringing to the fore a conspiracy that should have been kept underground... there is no honor in that. It's like a **** who just hits someone after arguing. Even since the founding of the whole of Rome, this was the first time it had happened.

...should I be honored by this? Shit!

Tiberius was furious for a moment.

He found that he had even underestimated the meanness and cowardice of the Senate. They didn't even dare to confront him face to face, and they didn't hesitate to cause commotion and destroy the world.

Seeing Tiberius poking his head out, the leading cavalry immediately pointed at him and shouted, "It's him! Shoot the arrow!"

When Tiberius heard this, he closed the window tightly without hesitation. The next moment, the iron arrows shot at the wooden carriage E, most of them were blocked, but some of them pierced through the wooden wall.

Sawdust was flying in the cabin. The wooden wall made an overwhelmed crackling sound, and the wooden slats broke one by one, Tiberius couldn't help coughing.

The horse and the coachman were shot and killed immediately. The carriage slowly tipped over to one side. Tiberius slammed on the side of the carriage. His right arm, ribs, and thigh were scratched by arrows, and he cried out in pain.

But when he looked up at this moment, he unexpectedly discovered that **** sitting opposite had disappeared into the carriage at some point. The knights slowly approached the carriage where Tiberius was, and the crossbowmen were standing by at any time. This is the game of lore. The Assassins of the Senate were so sure.

The carriage in which the rebel was staying was overturned on one side, and the horse and driver were killed. And the side near the ground was already full of arrows—the cavalry could even imagine that their consul Tiberius and the others raised their spears and slowly approached in an orderly manner. In the midst of the crowd watching, cruelly pierce the carriage to see through.

It's almost like performing a trick. The difference is that when they pulled the spear away, Tiberius would not get out of it intact. He will be like minced meat, and maybe the minced meat will be squeezed out from the other end of the carriage.

He will be a living example of the end of those who rebelled against the Senate...or a dead example. Like a black hound clinging to the ground, it came from all directions!

Shadows turned into hooktails, or claws. It suddenly pierced through the backs of the riders, lifted their bodies high and lifted them off the horses amidst their tragic wailing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"God! God!"

"Help! Help, help! Mom!"

That scene is reminiscent of a thornbush. The deadly shadow lifted the Yitus high, and the part pierced from the chest turned into a hand or sucker, covering their faces tightly. That clearly audible howl. After being masked, it becomes mushy and low and inaudible. Jesus' flat voice sounded: "Well, not really. But maybe you will feel better if you say that?"

He leaned on a stick and stood among the crowd. Because the mask has been removed from the face of Jesus. His eyes were as burning as fire, as bright as light, and if he didn't even look at each other, his brain would go blank for a while.

With his first contact with the veil, the flames in his eyes became significantly more lethal to mortals. Perhaps Jesus' glare and scolding can destroy the hearts of others. At this moment, **** is looking up, staring at the knights or assassins who are hanging in the air.

"Garcia, Clark Warren, Garth...the fact is the same—Jesus used his own spiritual power to gently project his own consciousness into their hearts to relieve their pain and ease their fear.

"Master Solomon?" Asmodeus' voice sounded in Jesus' heart. **** warmly comforted: "I know that you are angry because you are concerned about my safety, but there is no need to be too harsh on these children. They are just acting by fate, my beautiful queen. I am very moved. Asmodeus's voice became much lower, but she said persistently: "But since they want... you... I can't let them go. This is also the agreement between Yastaru and me.

As her stubborn words fell, poison oozes from the tentacles of the shadows, and the surviving assassins whose chests were pierced finally got a peaceful death under the comfort of Jesus. Wait until they grin. **** looked up and looked somewhere in the sky.

He looked straight over there and said calmly, "I think we need to have a good chat."

"Hey Polo Your Excellency.