Chapter 1069: The Roman Empire is forced into a desperate situation
Vogelgis V looked at the dim imperial will in his hand, feeling somewhat lost in thought.
Burning the will of the empire is Parthia's last trump card, or a means of destroying both sides.
In fact, there was no need for Temujin to elaborate on the importance of the imperial will, as Vogyes V himself knew it.
Since his accession to the throne, changes in the Parthian Empire have been visible to the naked eye.
Burning the will of the empire is like forcibly collecting taxes from the people. It can certainly help overcome the current difficulties, but the loss of public support and the damage caused will take a long time to make up for.
But did Parthia have any choice?
They have no choice.
They also knew the madness of this plan, so they even put him behind the beheading plan of Ardashir. If Ardashir failed, they would activate this ultimate option.
That is, he would rather give it to the Han Dynasty than to Rome.
If they had a choice, they actually wanted to drag the Han Dynasty into the water and let this final swan song resound throughout the entire continent, but the Han Dynasty was too far away from the main battlefield, and they did not have the energy to burn this fire on the Han Dynasty.
"Let's start!" Voggis V threw the dim ball of light in his hand into the sky.
"Let Parthia play the last battle song!"
Vogyges V raised his hands high, and the musicians who had always followed him closely played the ancient war songs that were aborted at the beginning of the founding of Parthia.
As the war song sounded, wisps of white silk began to bloom from all the Parthian soldiers' bodies, and they dissipated towards the sky like boiling water.
A dim white light descended from the sky and appeared above Vogges V.
Immediately afterwards, Babak and Atratome stood up.
"Burn!" Babak had a complicated expression and reserved the Burning Legion's strongest burning for his own imperial will.
Combustion can generate energy and can convert firewood that cannot be used on a daily basis into energy that generates light and heat.
And the same is true of Parthia's swan song at this moment.
Using the oldest war song, the will of Vogys V himself, as the coordinate, the imperial will was fully manifested, and then the most basic burning talent of Parthia was used to ignite the imperial will in exchange for power beyond the limit.
The originally dim white light suddenly became brighter.
"Let this body bloom for the last time!" Atratome raised the longbow in his hand, and the power of the military soul appeared. The same essence allowed the Parthian Knights to call upon the power after the burning of the empire's will.
The brilliant white light almost enveloped all the soldiers behind Atratome, and then everyone's faith turned into a pillar of light that pierced the sky and the earth, tearing apart the shackles of the sky.
Miracle, another miracle army.
This is Atratome’s swan song—the last echo of the Parthian Empire’s four hundred years, the Parthian Divine Knights!
"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Penilence's face no longer had the calmness it deserved, and all that was left was endless ugliness.
His mood now is the same as Wang Mang's mood when he saw Liu Xiu. Our army is advancing step by step, but the enemy is just throwing meteorites without reason. What a bullshit.
I originally planned to take Ardashir's Holy Fallen Knight, and after analyzing it, give Rome a miracle as well. Even if it fails, it can enhance the understanding of miracles. After all, it is all text descriptions, which is really abstract.
If it is true as recorded, how could the Holy Fallen Knights have such terrifying combat power.
Only when you actually see a miracle can you know how bizarre it is.
However, Parthia sent out two at once. This doesn't make any sense at all.
"Destiny is on our side?" Voggis V was also stunned. He had thought a lot about how great the bonus that burning the imperial will could bring.
But he never thought that burning the imperial will could directly lead Atratome into a miracle.
"Everyone charge!" Vologases V was completely excited at this moment. The miracle legion was born out of the impossible, and now they really had the power to turn the tables and defeat Rome.
"The will of the empire?" Vincenzo's mouth twitched as he looked at the Parthian Knights standing with their heads held high.
"This is really a big show. Two miracle legions. Is this the so-called foundation of the empire? It's really outrageous!"
"However, I think this doesn't seem to be as powerful as the Holy Fallen Knight. It's even weaker than the fallen Undefeated Trajan. No, it's simply not a complete miracle." The centurion of the 100-man team touched his chin and judged.
"Hurry up, we have to use all our strength this time!" Virgilio stared at the Parthian Knights, his expression becoming much more serious.
"Go over and deliver the food? Even if it's an incomplete miracle, we will get beaten if we go up!" Vincenzo rolled his eyes.
The past is the past, the present is the present. The current Tenth Knight Legion can no longer shoulder the main responsibility. The reality is here, and we have no choice but to accept it.
"Let's replace the Emperor's Guards and let them fight this thing to the death. They have accumulated military spirit power for hundreds of years, and it's time to bleed!" Virgilio also rolled his eyes.
Could he not know that he couldn't beat a miracle now that he was the tenth, so he just had to fight honestly against a three-talent legion?
"That's troublesome. I think the Burning Legion is not weak either. Let's not go up and get beaten by them. That would be embarrassing!" Vincenzo's tone was full of the intention to give up.
As long as the emperor is not dead and Rome is not fallen, they don't care about the rest. The Tenth Knights have been playing slack for so many years, and playing slack has been ingrained in their bones. They would rather sit than stand, and would rather lie down than sit.
"Wait, why do I feel something is wrong? And you don't feel anything responding to us?" Virgilio's face became more and more solemn.
"It seems so! Something is calling us?" Vincenzo put one hand on his chest and nodded silently. He also felt the voice of the call and the great suppression on himself after the emergence of the imperial will.
"March at full speed and go straight to the main battlefield!" Virgilio gave the order directly. Although he didn't know what this response was, he still decided to go over and take a look.
"Ardashir, this is the last help!"
Atratome looked out at the battlefield where Ardashir was fighting. Pale threads appeared on the bows of all the God Riders and then turned into arrows. The will for revenge combined with the cloud arrows and appeared on the bowstrings of the God Riders.
"Ardashir, this is the last of my strength!"
Babak raised his hand and shared the illusory flame with Atratome through the sky. Having borrowed the power once, Atratome naturally added the illusory flame to the longbow.
"middle!"
With a slight bang, countless white light arrows shot out.
At all costs, burn the will of the empire and use the ultimate skill of the liberation spirit.
This is the ultimate effect of the Parthian Divine Cavalry Soul. The cloud arrows carry its own absolute will, instantly covering the two eagle flag legions in front of Ardashir.
In a breath, twenty-eight arrows were released by one person, with both extreme speed and power.
Each shot also comes with a burning flame that can offset the talent. Even a legion with defensive expertise cannot withstand such an attack.
The arrows, like a torrent, washed over the locations of the Second Trajan Legion and the 30th Invincible Legion.
There were no screams and no blocking. All the abilities of the two super elite talented legions lost all meaning under the rain of arrows that exceeded six digits in an instant.
As this torrent of water fell, the entire battlefield fell into silence. Even the absent-minded Tenth Legion and the grim-faced Perennis and others fell into silence and panic. Even Atratome himself found it hard to believe.
Even if it was a decisive move that unleashed all the military souls, even if it was the power gained by burning the will of the Parthian Empire, even if it had the help of the Burning Legion, such an effect was too terrifying.
The two super elite talented legions actually lost nearly half of their men in this wave of torrents. Coupled with the previous fight with the Holy Fallen Knights, it can be said that the two super elite legions were completely destroyed.
In just a moment, Atratome achieved a record even better than Ardashir.
Just like the way Rome dealt with Parthia before, Atratome kicked Rome into the bottomless abyss when Rome was sure of victory and its momentum reached its peak.
"This is impossible!" Camillo stared blankly at the scene in front of him, the weapon in his hand was almost broken, but he still couldn't let it go.
Lakilek on the other side was even distracted and was stabbed in the chest by Ardashir.
If he wasn't such an expert at breaking through boundaries, he would have been accompanying those soldiers to report to the underworld.
Or it should be said that the soldiers who are still alive now are the ones who were entangled in close combat with the Holy Fallen Cavalry.
Atratome was also unable to fully control his ultimate move, so he chose to play it safe. If he had covered Ardashir as well, he might have been able to destroy two super elite legions with a single blow. After all, the torrent of arrows exceeded six digits, and most of the rest were used to destroy the bodies and cover up the traces.
What happened is not important, what is important is what it brings.
It doesn't matter how Atratome did it. What matters is that the only thing that others could see was a scene where Atratome stepped into miracle transformation, drew his bow and shot an arrow, crippling two super elite Eagle Flag Legions with one strike.
The two super elite legions were crippled, and the hunting team that was originally surrounded by three parties was suddenly left open.
The road ahead of the Holy Fallen Knights was smooth, and it seemed that the only obstacle left was the Parliament Guards. After all, the First Auxiliary was just a short-legged infantry, and it was simply a fantasy for them to catch up with the Holy Fallen Knights.
The morale of the Roman Empire began to decline, and the Roman barbarians began to become restless. They began to doubt whether the Roman Empire could defeat the Parthian Empire. Some barbarians even began to consider whether they should defect to the Parthian Empire.
The situation was reversed without any unnecessary words. Even the elite Roman legions and the Roman Eagle Legion had their morale reduced to a certain limit the moment they saw this scene.
It's terrifying, too terrifying. Before, the Holy Fallen Cavalry was far away, and the first auxiliary's strength was indeed strong, so he could pull the soldiers of the Holy Fallen Cavalry on the road together.
So no one thought Miracle was that strong, and in the end he was still surrounded and strangled by the first auxiliary, the second Trajan, and the 30th Invincible.
However, Atratome's ultimate skill of military soul directly crippled the two super elite legions with three talents, casting a shadow on all the legions present.
Even Temujin, who had been slacking off, was stunned at this moment.
It happened again and again. The weaker side created a miracle and then directly overturned the powerful empire that had an overall advantage.
But unlike last time, this time he stood on the side of creating a miracle.
However, Temujin shook his head. What good could two miracles do? The Han Dynasty should have started to take action by now.
Parthia...is dead!
All the glory we have now is just a last glimmer before entering the grave.
Moreover, Temujin knew that Rome had not yet reached the end of its rope, or that only when Rome was forced into a desperate situation would it demonstrate the true strength of an empire.
Another common characteristic of powerful empires is that they have climbed out of adversity. Everyone can fight a battle when the wind is favorable, but there are only so many powerful empires.
Headwinds, desperate situations and tough battles are the foundation for building an empire.
"Everyone follow me to kill the enemies!" Babak was the first to react. He roared and led his personal guards to rush towards Severus' flag. He saw the hope of victory, the hope of capturing the Roman emperor alive, and the hope of Parthia's prosperity.
Of course, it's just a show. The Emperor's Guards are not an easy bone to chew. Although he is powerful now, he is still a little short of defeating the Roman Soul Legion.
But this is not important. At this time, the most important thing is to create momentum. Once the momentum is built up, once the flag of the Roman emperor falls, no matter whether the Roman emperor dies in the end or not, Rome will slide into the abyss.
"It looks like we have to fight to the death!" Severus drew out his sword coldly and stared at everything on the battlefield.
Although they were reluctant to admit it, Camillo and Laclilek, with their remaining defeated troops, probably couldn't hold off Ardashir for long.
But Severus had to admit that Parthia had indeed pushed them into a desperate situation.
There are now only two choices before them: stay here and wait for death, or leave here and survive.
However, Severus did not choose to escape, but chose to go against the current.
"Penellus, your sword is not rusty yet, is it?" Severus asked softly. Penellus was stunned for a moment, then understood what Severus meant.
"I am willing to stand with Your Majesty!" Penelence bowed and saluted. Under heavy pressure, Severus was not crushed, but made the most correct choice.
Atratome can't do it again, and the opponent didn't directly choose the Parliament Guards, but chose two three-talent legions. There must be something fishy here.
So the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Sure enough, he was better than Severus in overall military affairs, but he was not as good as Severus in terms of decisiveness.
"Everyone, follow me and kill them!" Penelence jumped on his horse, drew his sword, and pointed it in the direction of Vogelges V.
Severus and Penelunus learned and put into practice the way Parthia managed to break through adversity.
Since it's no longer safe here, let's go straight to the front line.
Not only can it boost morale, but it will also allow him to meet King Vogelges V.
Whoever falls first loses completely.
