To Four Thousand Years Later

At dawn, the bombing gradually subsided. Charles was alone. Walk to the city and walk towards the square of Constantinople filled with gunpowder.

He did not mobilize soldiers to guard him. But people still followed him with concern and worry.

Because Charles didn't wear too formal armor. He was only wearing gray-black scale armor with a white shirt underneath. Even the shoulder armor is decorated with a circle of white fluff, and behind him is a black leather cloak inlaid with gold thread. At his waist is a luxurious long sword with a hilt made of yellow. Although there is no crown on the head. He wasn't wearing a helmet, either. With this level of protection and arming, it can be said that they are almost unprepared in front of the enemy. It was completely ceremonial attire, without even puffing up her figure. However, there was no fear on Charles' expression. The generals behind him were not too worried about him. They had all witnessed the miracles performed by their new king, Solomon I - nothing else could be faked except their own bodies.

It had been more than a week since they set off from Frank, but they hardly stopped to rest or eat. However, they didn't feel tired or hungry at all, and they were even able to walk on the waves. He has the wisdom and knowledge beyond all scholars. spies. He can even make the proud Goths bow down before him, with all the dignity of the husband, plus the many miracles he has done, and Solomon's church who bowed before him-their obedience before the new king, as if The "Solomon" in their names refers to Solomon I. Is there anything in this world that Emperor Zhili can't do? In this generation. Can anyone be more outstanding than him?

The Franks couldn't imagine it. If it really exists, it has far surpassed their knowledge. The way they followed Charles cautiously and step by step...not so much as guards. It is better to say that it is worship or understanding.

As Charles walked forward slowly, the breath around him became heavy. Cui Can's brilliance gradually ignited in his eyes, the earth hummed, and the surrounding air was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

But in fact, Charles didn't put on any airs on purpose. He simply activated his psionic energy to prevent possible sneak attacks. At the same time, he kept a close eye on the change of each red name, and always kept himself from getting too close to them. Charles never confuses his own safety with the stupidity and incompetence of his ignorant opponents. It was as if he had clearly gained a huge advantage, but still used night clothes and cover bombing every day.

It is true that he works long hours every day, but this is not a reason and an excuse for his work to go wrong.

Suddenly, Charles stopped in his tracks.

In front of his eyes were several overturned chariots.

"Come out, Morrie."

Charles said in a calm tone: "It's hard for you to hold back the pain and...but I've seen you."

After a long silence, a hoarse low laugh came slowly.

Then, a person slowly climbed out of one of the compartments. The robe on his body was torn, and his left arm, back, and below his knees were bloody, and there were even some gravel and stone flakes.

"I never thought that I could survive. I don't know whether I should say I am lucky or unlucky." Morrie seemed to be breathing too much smoke from explosives, and his voice became hoarse. Choking.

He supported the carriage and stood up, lonely, crazy, painful, silent, hating like a wounded wild wolf...but only his blood-red eyes without fear were locked tightly on Charles's body, "I want to meet you. How dare I meet you?" Will meet you...Emperor Charles, Solomon."

His voice was hoarse, and his voice seemed to flow from hell, full of killing intent: "If possible, I want to kill you now.

"Try it if you can."

Charles replied calmly, pressing his right hand lightly on the hilt of his sword: "I give you this last honor—you can challenge me. I agree."

...a priest, a duel with an emperor? "Molly grinned, slowly straightened his body up, and laughed out loud: "A loser, a duel with a winner? You should think about it first, my half life is not as valuable as your life, Your Majesty. "

"Forget it, that doesn't make much sense either."

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and refused. He was almost heartbroken at the moment. He never thought that the elite of Persia would be ruined overnight, or even ruined in his hands. After losing the most elite army, Persia has no possibility of resisting the invasion of the Franks. Even if he killed Solomon I, there would always be Solomon III who would take his place in Persia. He originally wanted to lay a thousand-year-old foundation for Ahura...but he didn't expect it. Instead, under the watchful eye of Ahura, Persia was transferred to others.

…shame.

Deeply feeling his failure, Morrie calmed down instead.

He had never felt his own weakness and stupidity so clearly. So that in the face of this unprecedented huge failure. Suddenly became sober. Many stupid things he committed in the past kept reappearing in his mind. Mari made up her mind.

Up to now, at least the dignity of the Persian high priest must be maintained. We can't let the Franks underestimate Persia's abruptness, Morrie asked in a hoarse voice: "Also, are you... psychic?"

"yes."

Charles answered briefly. This is not a mockery. But from the heart of happiness. He never thought about it. Charles was so young. But the brilliance in his eyes was so similar to the person he hated—his father, King Kawad VI.

However, if the radiance of Kawad VI is to be compared to a bright lamp, then the brilliance in Charles' eyes is enough to remind people of the sun itself. Beneath its radiance, all mortal light will be dimmed. I really want to open the eyes of that old man... That annoying arrogance, as long as it appears in front of Charles, it will immediately collapse. Together with his evil research, Bo this light killed "If you have finished asking, it is your turn, Maury. Charles's right hand did not leave the hilt of his sword. He asked calmly: "The war between Persia and Goths , is it just acting? ""yes. "The Gothic Eastern Front is actually not the strongest one? So your goal is not actually Constantine, nor is it to revive the high priests... but to capture Rome?"

"The strongest army is the Confederate Army.

Morrie's legs were trembling due to blood loss, but his tone was still calm, his head was raised high, and he tried his best to support the carriage to stand still. He said slowly, "I originally planned to rush into Rome...You guessed it right."

"However. Revenge is also right. However, their considerations are always... not appropriate."

"You're smart, Rie. You're smart enough to see the big picture, you just can't see the details."

Charles commented. Morrie was stunned. He vaguely remembered that his father had said something similar to him... Hearing remarks similar to Kavad VI's evaluation of him, Morrie originally thought he would be very angry, but he found himself unusually calm objective.

It's a pity, it would be nice if this kind of calmness could come sooner.

Think if. He felt a little sleepy. There was a low humming sound in my ear. The eyes are also a little dizzy, and the head is dizzy.

Speaking of which, I was called up before I woke up...

His thinking also began to diverge.

Seeing the famous Murray gradually changing from crimson to yellow, Charles couldn't help but said: "My previous proposal still counts, Morrie. Are you really not going to let me give you a ride? The one who died on the way to the charge At least it is a kind of glory that belongs to the warrior. Charles is also very clear in his heart. Now Morrie, I am afraid that he no longer has the hope and courage to live.

It is better to die in battle than to suffer and die.

"Isn't it... No, it's fine." Morrie just wanted to refuse, but he paused and agreed.

He didn't want the Persian priests to be accused of fearing death. Anyway, even if he was really saved by Emperor Charles, he would never want to live anymore. To make such a grave mistake... He also wanted to use death as the last escape. Morrie closed his eyes and muttered a prayer.

"Ahura Mazda. Lord of Wisdom, Protector of all things. Please look straight at me and make me bright. For I will smash all violence and defeat all enemies - after throwing away some selfish thoughts and unnecessary arrogance , Moli has never felt that the distance between himself and Ahura is so close. Even without the assistance of the priests, he very smoothly used the great magic that only a holy king can use alone. It is as if Ahura Hulamazda was really looking at him at this moment. Good thoughts, good words, and good deeds muttered a motto in his heart, and the blazing bright red flame ignited from Morrie's chest, and flowed down his battle robe like blood all over his body .His body, which had become weak due to blood loss, was filled with strength again. He bent down and picked up a sword casually. The flames immediately spread down, covering and entwining it.

And Charles was in front of him. He also drew Joyeus, the sword of the world, from his waist.

"I'm coming!" Morrie reminded loudly. Then it collided like a meteor. He has never confronted his father head-on in his life. Morrie didn't care about the "psychic power" he said he asked himself to find.

At least in the end, he wanted to see whether "spiritual energy" is better than Ahura's divine arts. But the next moment, Charles faced the fire that hit him with agility far beyond ordinary people. Meteor cut out three swords. The first sword cut off Mali's saber obliquely. Together with half of his right hand, a piece was chipped off. With the second sword, he stepped back and raised his long sword, cutting off Morrie's left shoulder and half of his head from bottom to top, who was still charging.

But Mari's body is still charging

Only then did he penetrate Mori's body with the holy sword in his hand, lift his body up slightly, and relieve the inertia at the same time. After a few more seconds, the flames on Ri's body gradually extinguished.

Until he died, his crippled right hand tightly held half of the hilt. Did not let go.

…it's a pity. He should not have been born a priest. Charles sighed softly. His background may be the source of Zhenli's life's suffering.

Now, he wanted to see that holy king more and more. But before that, the soldiers behind him watched. Charles murmured the famous verse of St. Augustus in prayer.

"Son of man, you must look up at the starry sky."

"Let no soul go astray."