Chapter 1019 Relay Killing
Nero Claudius Drusus Germanicus, commonly known as Nero, was the Roman emperor who was the most severe persecutor of Christianity.
Although when we talk about Nero now, we can only think of a blond-haired and red-clothed Saber.
However, he is a super devil in the history of the church. Nero's Ten Massacres were the corresponding purge of the Ten Commandments of Christianity.
Of course, there were certain personal factors involved, but part of it was also because these Christians had an impact on the native Romans and the regime.
The great purge actually helped Nero stabilize his regime.
And Benito, commander of the 14th Legion, was thinking the same thing in his heart at this moment.
But he also knew that no matter how much he thought about it, the war still had to be fought.
Benito knew that even if there was a liquidation, it would not be his turn to lead. His only and greatest role here was to open the light and shadow command and create convenience for the church's army. This was the greatest significance of his existence here.
As for his further roles, how could they be revealed? He wished the church would die quickly, so of course he would just do whatever he could to not do anything.
"Huh! Is this the Iron Pagoda? What a powerful heavy cavalry!" Benito looked at the Iron Pagoda rushing towards him in surprise.
You are very tall, very powerful and very fierce. You have great talent and now you are mine.
Benito simply copied the Iron Pagoda's talent.
"Similar to the Eighth Iron Giant, but also a little different..."
Benito tried it, and then gave up decisively. Like the Eighth Iron Giant, he had crappy talents, and they all had fatal flaws before they had three talents.
What annoyed him the most was this kind of crappy talent. It shined brightly in the hands of others, but was completely useless when he was injured.
He just copied it and planned to take it back to the Senate to study the technology tree. After all, it is a third-level talent and is still worth studying.
"Never mind, I'll give you the light and shadow map, you can handle it yourself!" Benito threw the map to Frederick, who was in charge of the command of the central army, then whistled and started watching the show.
Frederick felt very helpless. Severus put him here, on the one hand as a military supervisor, and on the other hand as a backup, although it was strange for a traitor of the church to return to the church again.
However, on the recommendation of Cyprian, St. Peter III accepted Philip and appointed him as the commander to command the army together with Gabriel.
Gabriel was known for his wisdom, but he was similar to Michael, so Cyprian insisted that Frederick should command together.
Giving away heads is an art, and he also has other ideas in his mind, so he is bound to lose this battle, but how he loses and what he loses are things that need to be considered.
At least Cyprian did not intend to sacrifice his own life, so he found a relatively reliable commander of the large army for the church.
It's a bit of a rookie, but with Gabriel and his assistance, plus Benito's light and shadow map, the difficulty of command is greatly reduced, and the true combat effectiveness of the army can be brought into play.
"Shoot!" Seeing the Iron Pagoda breaking through the chevaux-de-frise and the arrangements outside the camp, Frederick raised his sword and ordered the archers to shoot arrows, ignoring the Iron Pagoda and firing at the legion behind.
At this moment, a rain of arrows burst out. After hundreds of years of fighting between Rome and Parthia, Rome had learned 90% of Parthia's things. The shortbow rapid shooting, which Parthia was once proud of, had now been basically mastered by Rome and was almost becoming one of the standard features of the barbarians.
Even though they were only auxiliary troops of the Eagle Flag Legion, the archery they used was enough to crush most of the archers in the world, because it was a legacy passed down from the Parthian archers.
"Hmph! Let me show you what rapid fire is!"
Attolamei's face looked unhappy. His own inheritance was being used by others, and some were even better than his own. This made him, the legion commander who carried the will of the empire, very annoyed.
But it is shameful for the Parthians, as they are now Parthia.
Today he will bring the Parthian Cavalry to teach Rome a lesson , to let Rome know what true rapid shooting is.
"Bloom brilliantly with this body!"
Atratome spoke loudly while holding a bow and arrow. A pale light almost covered all the soldiers behind Atratome, and then everyone's beliefs turned into silk threads wrapped around the bow and arrow.
This is Atratome's masterpiece, the strongest voice in the empire's four hundred years of inheritance, the Parthian Divine Knight!
The pale torrent gushed out directly. Atratome did not output with all his strength. He just focused on speed.
Just as he said, he wanted to show Rome what rapid shooting was.
In a breath, a single man released 27 arrows. Although the power was weak because he did not put his full attention into it, and might not pose a threat to some heavy infantry, the speed was extremely fast, which was almost a dimensionality reduction attack on the archer corps.
Atratome's purpose was not to cause much damage. He just wanted to suppress the Roman archer corps and create a better charging environment for the three legions in front.
The Iron Pagoda can ignore the rain of arrows, but the Holy Fallen Cavalry and the Mongolian Iron Cavalry cannot, even if they can rely on their abilities to deflect the rain of arrows and remain unharmed.
But that would always tie up their energy, and the dense rain of arrows would inevitably cause damage.
Therefore, Atratome directly chose to suppress the Roman Archer Legion with speed. As long as they dared to show up, they would be rained down with arrows, making the Roman Archer Legion suffer terribly.
"Go ahead, as long as we stop them, no one will be able to escape today!" Philip's eyes were bright, this was a good opportunity.
"Archangel Gabriel, please God help me!" Philip turned his head and said to Gabriel.
“God said, Let there be light!”
Gabriel flew high into the sky, and the will of the believers in the entire camp instantly turned into light and fell down, blessing the Roman heavy infantry legion on the front line.
Feeling the blessing of light, these soldiers became more fanatical and determined.
Even though the Iron Pagoda's momentum was astonishing, they had no intention of retreating.
"This is the will distorting reality... on such a large scale... how on earth is it done!" Ardashir looked at the blessing falling on the Roman camp in disbelief.
It was as if several officers had displayed their legionary talents together, and the soldiers in the Roman camp were greatly strengthened, which could be seen just from the rising momentum.
If Bai Qi and Huo Qubing were here, they would see the point. This is the divine system's way of commanding a large army, which in some ways is completely different.
However, Rome, with its shallow military background, did not realize that this was a new road. Instead, it classified it as part of the cloud system. Although it was somewhat amazed, it did not pay too much attention to it.
After all, the efficiency of Gabriel and his team's method is not as good as using the cloud directly, but it works very well on believers, with all-round effects, and can even be promoted as a miracle.
There was no dodging or hiding. Jin Wushu took the lead and charged into the enemy's main camp directly despite the positive effect of the church's large-scale holy light on the Roman heavy infantry soldiers.
The momentum, like a meteorite hitting the earth, made Philip clearly feel the will of the Parthian Army, which was as tough as iron and as strong as steel.
It was arguably the most brilliant will he had ever seen in all these years, not at all weaker than the Roman eagle flag, and perhaps even stronger than most eagle flags.
But no matter how great or brilliant the other party is, the enemy is the enemy.
Hundreds of elite Roman heavy infantry led their troops to charge forward, attacking the Iron Pagoda with their weapons and blocking the Iron Pagoda's offensive with their armor and shields, intending to use their lives to stop the Iron Pagoda's charge. Both sides were aware of death.
The fanatical believers attacked the Iron Pagoda at the risk of their lives, just like waves hitting the rocks.
The Iron Pagoda charged into the battle, and hundreds of Roman heavy infantrymen flew backwards. The impact of the Iron Pagoda was simply beyond the ability of flesh and blood to resist.
Although the force was unstoppable, the speed of the Iron Pagoda finally slowed down under the desperate charge of the Roman heavy infantry. This made the Roman barbarians even more excited and they rushed up all at once.
Finally, Jin Wushu, who was in the front, was forced to stop. The moment the Iron Pagoda slowed down, Archangel Uriel took off into the air with a legion of eighteen angels and swooped down.
Although under the clouds, they seem more like floating than flying, but they can definitely achieve a diving effect.
Many of the Iron Pagodas that slowed down were thrown off their mounts. Although they did not die, they lost the ability to continue charging for a while.
The 19th Angel Legion was doing its best to rescue the heavy infantry who had just obstructed the Iron Pagoda. As long as they were not killed directly, they would be able to bring back all of them.
Just like a real angel, coming back to life and healing the world.
Jin Wushu looked at Uriel in front of him with fear. The other party was a boundary breaker and he was no match for him.
At the beginning, he could still rely on his desperate efforts to force back these guys with zero combat experience, but now Uriel is already a true boundary-breaking warrior, and he is simply not someone he can resist with his internal energy leaving his body.
Jin Wushu helplessly howled to the sky while trying desperately to fend off Uriel's attack.
This was the signal they had agreed upon; Attolame would unleash a hail of arrows, while Ardashir and Temujin would launch a decapitation charge.
The good news was that St. Peter III's position was conspicuous enough that they could see each other even without going too deep into the camp.
Attolamei wanted to kill him directly with a long-range snipe, but Saint Peter III was guarded by a world-breaking and four paladins with internal energy out of their bodies.
There are also some bishops who are similar to counselors and can use their mental power to deflect arrows, which makes long-range sniping a joke.
Therefore, Artetola can only choose to cover the main force's advance.
"Want to behead! You can try it!" Philipp sneered and looked at the Holy Meteorite Cavalry and Mongolian Iron Cavalry that rushed out from behind the Iron Pagoda after a hail of arrows from Attolamei.
As a member of the divine system, the church's methods certainly have certain merits, that is, it can transform the will of the soldiers in the rear camp into certain attributes and bless the soldiers in the middle camp.
This instantly strengthened the double-talented soldiers in the central camp by several points. Almost every one of them was comparable to the Royal Guards, and they were not afraid of death. Even if the triple-talented and military souls wanted to kill them, it would be extremely difficult.
Moreover, there is an angel army in the back to heal the front row, so the charge of the Holy Fallen Cavalry and the Mongolian Iron Cavalry is like a death sentence.
"Even if we break through here, there are still fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and thirteen Eagle Flag Legions behind us?" Ardashir looked at the giant scimitar in his hand, without a trace of hesitation or regret on his face.
But no matter what the situation is, there is no need to think about it now. If there is no way ahead, then killing the opponent is the way. Everything can be easy at this moment, except this heart!
At this moment, Ardashir's will was as strong as iron. At this moment, all the Holy Fallen Knights firmly believed in their own strength. With a spirit of fearlessness of life and death, they rushed into the Roman central camp like a torrent.
There was no need to dodge or hide! There was no need to stare at the opposite legion commander. The only thing needed was to kill his way through in the direction of St. Peter III!
At this moment, skills and tactics have lost their meanings, and no extra words are needed to describe them. The only thing that both sides are competing for is their own will, life or death, that's all!
Swords, spears, have lost their value in this brutal war. The spear pierced the opponent's body, but the subsequent counterattack also cost him his life.
For the Holy Fallen Knights who have opened their hearts and placed their lives on Ardashir, even if the opponents outnumber them several times, even if they are pierced, even if they are stabbed by axes, we will still kill through the obstacles in front of us.
"kill!"
Ardashir roared, and his horse, covered in blood, leaped out of the battle formation. In front of them were no longer the blessed Roman barbarian believers, but the 14th, 15th, 16th and 17th Eagle Flag Legions wearing fine Lyon armor.
These three are all powerful armies, or in other words, every eagle flag of Rome now is an absolute elite, and each has the combat power to block the three talents and military souls.
But Ardashir had no fear at all. He didn't need to look back or think. He just needed to crush any enemy that stood in his way.
"Hehe, although I want to slack off, I won't be able to shine if I let you guys kill me like this!" Benito sneered.
He was just slacking off, but suddenly you rush over and want to destroy his job. Aren't you just trying to get rid of him?
"Why not just quit while you're ahead? Why do you have to come here to die? This is a different way!"
Benito quickly switched his talent combinations, and kept switching between various long-range talents such as Will Arrow and Tracking Arrow. The soldiers of the Fourteenth Legion were changing their weapons like butterflies flying through flowers.
All kinds of attacks fell towards Ardashir like flowers scattered from the sky.
“Temüjin!!!” Ardashir roared to the sky, and the Holy Fallen Riders increased their speed to half their original speed and began to gather momentum.
"The eagle is not afraid of the storm, and the wolf is not afraid of the long night!" Temujin led the Mongolian cavalry to charge out from behind the Holy Fallen Cavalry.
"The Mongolian cavalry is rampant across the world!"
Temujin's roar caused a layer of white light to appear on the bodies of the Mongolian cavalry.
He directly withstood all kinds of attacks and rushed to the faces of the three eagle flags, fourteen, fifteen and sixteen.
