Chapter 1072: Caesar is watching us
Babak stared at Virgilio. The chilling pressure made him feel a little breathless. Danger lingered in his mind, as if the legion in front of him was some kind of natural enemy.
This inexplicable danger, coupled with the retreating front line, made him decisively give up the attack in the direction of Severus, and directly turned his horse around and voluntarily gave up the front line.
"Atratome, help me!" Babak shouted loudly, and instinctively he turned to Atratome for help.
After the Parthian Divine Cavalry crippled two three-talent legions with one strike, the Parthian Divine Cavalry became the backbone of Parthia.
"Kill!" Atratome put away his bow and arrow and picked up the scimitar. The dazzling blade light extended almost instantly.
No one can stop the indestructible and dazzling sword light wherever it passes.
Whether it is Rome's ordinary barbarian legion, elite barbarian legion, ordinary citizen legion, or the Eagle Flag Legion with an eagle flag.
In front of the dazzling sword light, they are as thin as paper.
"The Legion of Miracles is like this. It can easily change the situation on the battlefield. Even if you are commanding a large army, you must have an elite force to face such a legion. An elite force that can at least stop them for a moment!"
Caesar glanced at Penilence who had a grim expression on his face, then smiled at the Parthian Knights who were advancing like a hot knife through butter.
This is what it’s like to command a large army who has never commanded the Legion of Miracles. It’s hard to imagine that even with a large army at hand, there are still situations that they cannot handle.
Back then, Pompey clearly had an overall advantage, but when the two sides were in a stalemate, the Tenth Knight suddenly stood up, directly attacked the opponent, tore apart the battle line, and directly changed the course of the war.
The Legion of Miracles is actually nothing to a large army, but if two large armies are fighting and the Legion of Miracles breaks in, it will be fatal to the side without the Legion of Miracles.
Just like now, the Parthian Cavalry easily tore through the barrier between the front army and the central army, and reopened the connection between the front army and the central army.
Not only did he bring back the Burning Legion, but he also cleared out a large number of soldiers, making the Parthian army's defense line stable again.
It seemed that all the efforts of Penilence throughout the war had been returned to the situation before liberation. However, this was of course impossible. After such a long period of fighting, how could the situation return to the beginning?
Even if Parthia was reunited, this was based on the active withdrawal of the front army. It can be said that Parthia has now lost the qualifications to advance and has no possibility of retreating.
Parthia is now completely hanging on the edge of a cliff. When it will be finished depends on how long the Parthian Knights and the Burning Legion can hold on.
"Miracle Legion, is there really no way to deal with it?" Penilence was very distressed. He once believed that all the legions were just pawns in his hands.
But both Ardashir 's Holy Fallen Knights and the Tenth Knight Legion led by Virgilio dealt a severe blow to the commander of the large army.
The situation was indeed going according to his thinking, but the casualties and the process were no longer under his control. Even if he won, it seemed like it would only be a pyrrhic victory.
"It's just a matter of experience. If the Legion of Miracles was really invincible, I would have destroyed Parthia back then!" Caesar looked at Penelence and shook his head.
There was nothing he could do to persuade her, so Penilence could only get out of this situation on his own.
He is a person of evil faith and doesn't care about losses at all, as long as the final victory is his.
But for Penelunus, he could not control the casualties and the extent of the victory, so it was difficult for him to shoulder the responsibility of commanding the Roman army.
He was not a pure military commander, he was also the vice-emperor of Rome. He had a lot to consider, including economy and politics.
"You are considering too many things. Victory is what you should consider most!" Caesar said softly. After only a moment of contact, he realized Penilence's problem.
"After this war is over, come back to Rome and we'll have a fight!"
Caesar knew that words could not convince such a commander who had reached the threshold. Only a naked failure could make the other party face the reality.
There is nothing wrong in pursuing perfection, but you should not pursue perfection beyond your own abilities.
Even Caesar could not win every battle and could not control every step of the war. Penelunus was just the commander of a large army and was far from being able to achieve that.
"It's almost there. The Tenth Knightly Legion should be able to directly defeat the enemy next. The final victory is already in our grasp!" Caesar glanced at the Tenth Knightly Legion approaching the Parthian army and made a firm judgment.
"Dictator Caesar, do you trust the Tenth Knights very much, even though they are not the ones you had back then?" Penilence frowned and finally asked.
The Tenth Knightly Legion has been in a slump for so many years, and Penilence doesn't believe that there is no impact at all. Even though the Tenth Knightly Legion followed Caesar in his battles and made great contributions, the current Tenth Knightly Legion is no different from the Knightly Legion back then.
"Hahaha, they are the Tenth Knight Legion!" Caesar's face was filled with confidence. He was a gambler and had lost many times and won many times.
But in all the gambles, the Tenth Knights never let him down.
One of the reasons for his sudden death that year was probably because he drove the Tenth Knights back to their base. Without the military suppression of the Tenth Knights, those guys in the Senate saw hope and stabbed him in the back.
If the Tenth Knight was there, those senators would never dare to take action, because even if they could succeed, the Tenth Knight would not hesitate to massacre the entire Roman Senate to avenge him.
Unfortunately, he lost the bet that time. The victory blinded his eyes and made him think that he could overwhelm all the elders with his fame.
"Look, they are the Tenth Knights, defenders of the glory of the Roman Empire."
Virgilio seemed to feel Caesar's trust, and he became even more violent.
No matter what Parthian legion was blocking the Tenth Knight , once the sword fell, blocking was ineffective, the sword and shield were useless, and both the man and the horse were destroyed.
The Tenth Knight Legion was like a ruthless killing machine, constantly marching and swinging swords, killing all the enemies in front of them.
Finally, the Tenth Knights Legion approached the real elite of Parthia, and the Parthian Knights, led by Atratome, launched a fierce attack.
"Assholes, how can we allow you to continue to act so recklessly!"
The dazzling light blade cut across, and the transparent light blade like glass swept across the soldiers of the Tenth Knight Legion, directly making a sound of air explosion.
The veteran of the Tenth Knights Legion expressionlessly blocked the light blade with his broadsword. He exerted force with his wrist, and a brief and rapid vibration directly shattered the light blade. Then he swept the broadsword across, and a large number of fine glass-like fragments were reflected back at the Parthian Knights who had attacked.
"Hmph!" Atratome snorted coldly.
At this moment, most of the other normal legions would have dodged, but the soldiers of the Parthian Divine Cavalry simply narrowed their eyes in the face of this kind of splashing, and all the splashing debris seemed to be given will and turned into arc blades and slashed down again.
The dazzling blade of light is itself the embodiment of their will and can naturally be controlled by them at will.
"Thump, thump, thump~" There was a series of continuous sounds, and the remaining debris hit the soldiers of the Tenth Knight Legion like arrows. However, before they hit the will and faith, they were offset by the soldiers of the Tenth Knight Legion. Only the remaining small attacks were casually blocked by the broadsword.
The fighting between the two sides was enough to make the legion of the Royal Guards disappear, but this was just a tentative fight between the two sides.
"The legion carries the will of the empire, with its brilliant and powerful glory, such a will is truly dazzling!" Virgilio squinted his eyes, looking at the Parthian Knights in front of him.
I didn't notice it when I was far away, but when I got closer, I realized what a miserable thing the Parthian Knights were.
"I have to admit that when it comes to cruelty, you Parthians are more cruel!" Virgilio's mouth twitched. The most glorious moment of their Tenth Knights Legion back then was when they tore apart their own military souls and were cursed by the will of their own empire.
As a result, Parthia in front of him directly pointed out the will of its own empire.
My goodness, even if Parthia can win the final victory after this war, the legion in front of them will probably be killed by the backlash.
Well, no, I guess he will be alive and well, because it is still unknown whether the Parthian Empire can hold out until the end of the war.
"snort!"
Atratome didn't care about Virgilio's teasing. At his level, his will was as hard as iron and he would not be shaken by the other party's words or expression.
There was only one thing he had to do, and that was to defeat Rome with the burning will of the empire.
“Die!”
He swung the light scimitar in his hand with all his might, and the powerful killing power brought by the distortion of reality by his will drew a blade of light to chop down the opponent in front of him. There was no unnecessary nonsense, and the attack was a fatal blow with the greatest power.
The exploratory fight just now had already made Atratome realize that the Tenth Knight in front of him was not someone he could hold back on.
But what does it matter if you are strong? Just fight. Strength and weakness can never be proven with words. The victory or defeat will be decided by fighting!
The soldiers of the Tenth Knight Legion, looking at the scimitar cavalry who were charging flexibly in the battle formation, also did not hold back, took a step forward, and swung the broadswords in their hands with maximum power, unleashing their will to the extreme.
"Puff!~" Virgilio spat out a mouthful of blood, then swung his sword again to kill the Parthian Knight in front of him.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Virgilio was completely certain of the strength of the Divine Knight, which was very strong.
"I have to admit that your will is really brilliant enough!"
The strong will that distorts reality forms a sword force that is ferocious enough to cut through heavy armor. Even if the will of the Tenth Knight Legion is equally brilliant, it is impossible for it to remain completely unharmed in such a terrifying fight.
The most troublesome thing is that Atratome is the miracle of the Military Soul Corps' advancement, and possesses the ability of military soul protection and resistance to death.
In fact, the Tenth Legion is very clear that the endless endurance of the military soul, the protection of the military soul, and the resistance to death are themselves special abilities that serve miracles.
The military soul is an amplifier. When a military soul team becomes a miracle, in theory it is three points stronger than a legion of three talents achieving a miracle.
Unfortunately, after thwarting the will of its own empire, the Tenth Knight Legion was cut off from the military soul.
However, theories are just theories. Whether they are strong or not depends on people. If theories work, what is the use of miracles?
Miracles themselves are a kind of existence that can trample on the rules.
Atratome is an incomplete miracle, and also wants to compete with their Tenth Knight Legion.
"But that's all, there's still a long way to go!"
The broadsword in his hand became brighter. He took a step forward, gripped the hilt of the broadsword with both hands, and slashed forward with a roar. This kind of battlefield did not require any extra movements. One strike of the sword would kill the opponent!
With the quality expanded to the limit, coupled with his extremely strong will, he slashed the air in front of him with one sword. No matter what kind of military soul protection you have, no matter how you resist death, with one sword falling, both the man and the horse will be shattered. You are strong, but I am stronger!
"Not even close, who do you think you are!"
However, the Parthian Divine Knights were not lambs to be slaughtered. Their brilliant will turned into a sharper sword light, directly cutting into the broadsword of the Tenth Soldier, cutting into the armor of the Tenth Soldier, and leaving fatal wounds on their chests that could not be healed.
"We are the Tenth Knight, Caesar's personal guard!"
"Caesar is watching us!"
“So, we have to win!”
Even though his weapons and armor were chopped into pieces and his body was stretched to its limit, the Tenth Knight still stepped forward, exerted all his strength, and punched the Divine Knight.
The military soul's protection and resistance to death were all useless. The tenth soldier delivered the final punch with his life. Even the Divine Knight's strongest will could not change the fate caused by this punch.
The Tenth Knight Legion will not retreat a single step!
You can fall down, you can break your sword and die, but you will never retreat, even if your opponent is the Legion of Miracles, you will never take a single step back.
Caesar the Great is watching them, and they are going to bring victory to Caesar.
Even though the Parthian Knights also caused the same number of casualties to the Tenth Knight, the Tenth Knight still marched forward under the attack of the Parthian Knights.
The auspicious majesty and unrivaled dominance were fully displayed at this moment. The momentum of the Parthian Divine Cavalry that had previously crippled two three-talent legions and charged into the sky was forcibly brought down by the Tenth Knight Legion.
The Tenth Knight's stride forward directly ignited the hearts of all Roman soldiers. Rome's originally declining momentum once again blossomed completely with the Tenth Knight's unparalleled dominance.
"Babak, help me hold them off for a while!"
Atratome could not accept that Parthia's hope of a comeback was brought by the Parthian God Knight himself, and then sent away by the Parthian God Knight himself. This was a result he could not accept.
"good!"
Babak knew that the situation was different now, and he also knew that the Burning Legion was no match for the Tenth Knight, but he was willing to believe in Atratome, the man who brought hope to Parthia.
