Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

"It's really profound!" Timur frowned and looked at the dark beam of light rising in the distance.

To be honest, he didn't care much about the Miracle Legion. Pseudo-miracle transformation didn't improve his strength, but he was still quite resistant to miracle transformation.

The Mongolian cavalry with three talents and pseudo-miracle is enough to stop the Miracle Legion. If it is exhausted, just use two legions to stop one.

But every time the miraculous beam of light penetrates the sky and the earth, the morale boost it brings is what worries him the most.

"What do we do next?"

Tal's face was already looking a little ugly. Roma was like a roadblock. It felt like he had half a foot on the cliff, but he suddenly turned the situation around.

Especially the miraculous legions and military gods that appeared one after another from the other side, each one gave him a headache.

Although he is very confident in his own army, the fact that the opponent keeps breaking through and getting stronger is not good news for him.

"The problem is big, or very big."

Timur told Tar the truth. In his eyes, Caesar was not strong, far inferior to the monsters he had seen. However, Caesar's strength did not lie in himself, but in his generals.

There is no good way to limit the expansion of Timur. The number of large army commanders on the opposite side is a bit too much, and Caesar with a baby is really too tricky.

Caesar himself commanded an army of 500,000 to 600,000 people, and he might be pushed to the ground by Timur. After all, Caesar had never fought against the God of War during his lifetime, so he suffered a lot in terms of experience alone.

It's not like the expanded Timur who not only competed with his own military god, but also fought with the military god of the Ming Dynasty. The starting lines of the two are not on the same line.

But the problem is that Caesar himself is weak and cannot command the more than two million citizens and barbarians alone, and cannot guarantee that the blessing of cloud energy is above 100%.

At present, only Han Xin can clearly achieve this scale. Even Bai Qi and Wu Qi bluntly said that it is difficult for them to achieve it.

But Caesar now has a bunch of large army commanders, relying on the dual command system to increase the basic command coefficient. He can now use this force more slippery than Han Xin. This is also the path of Caesar and the path of generals.

Han Xin chose the path of general.

If it were just Caesar, that would be fine. Timur already had a way to deal with it. After all, Caesar only improved the basic command capabilities of these generals. He could correct and crush them through other aspects, and it was not impossible to defeat them one by one.

But now another military god has appeared in my hometown across the street. It seems that he might be the same type of guy as himself, a military god who can directly modify the characteristics of his soldiers.

This made it a bit tricky for Timur to expand the profile. The enemy has no talent and we have the advantage, but what both sides have is almost completely offset.

However, he had to hit Caesar hard before the opponent could react.

The force of the Kingdom of Heaven is not so easy to destroy. After all, if you can reach an alliance agreement with them, you must have some weight. Otherwise, even if the other party can directly parachute into the city of Rome, it is not worthy of reaching an agreement with Tarr and joining Tarr's tribe.

What Tal wants is control of the world. As for who will manage the world, this is not very important to Tal.

If there is a choice, he may choose it himself, but if he has no choice, it is better to exchange it to get some benefits.

"Let's prepare for the decisive battle. Before, we were just testing." Timur said with a ferocious smile, "The opponent's eyesight is definitely not bad, and he must have realized the problem."

That's right, even if the fight reaches the same level as before, it's just a test. Although the results of the test make Kuangkuo Timur feel bad, he has already come to this point, and there is no way out.

Not only Tal, but even he himself has no way to look back. Although not all roads to the God of War are invincible, failure will always have some impact.

"There is only one chance. We must seize the only chance. You should know what to do when the time comes!" Timur warned Tal.

"Do you really want to do this?" Tal's lips moved slightly.

"Do you think you still have a way out now?" Timur looked at Tal with a sneer. He knew that this choice was not a good one, but the problem was that this was all they could do now.

There is no mercy in war. Only by being ruthless to yourself can you be ruthless to your enemy.

"But... Uragai..." Tal hesitated.

After all, Agula Uragai was raised by him, so sacrificing him was a difficult choice for him.

After all, in terms of value, Agula Uragai can be regarded as a military god seed.

"I've given you the plan, you can make your own choice!" Timur glanced at Tal, reluctant to let the child catch the wolf.

If you don't use Agula Uragai to set up a trap, you can only use Tal to set up a trap. If you want to trick a military god, how can you do it without making some mistakes?

To be honest, Timur felt that the Immortal Heaven was protecting Tal. The Roman military god had obviously awakened from his slumber. This was the weakest moment for the opponent, and it was also the moment when the opponent was least able to keep up with the times. This also gave gave him a chance.

Give him a chance to kill a military god with his own hands.

Caesar on the other side also had a serious face, and he was optimistic. It was not his habit to place his hopes on others. He preferred to control the outcome by himself.

Nero has solved his worries, so he can let go and compete with the opposing military god.

It is difficult for a creature like a military god to appear in the same era. After all, most of the time, only one military god is allowed to appear in the territory of an empire.

After all, for an empire, a military god is enough to suppress most situations.

Caesar, who has no worries, of course wants to take off the head of a military god with his own hands. Killing a strong enough opponent is also an honor for Caesar.

"Benito, get ready too, I need manpower!"

Caesar moved Benito and Marche to his front, then Penirens and Julius Dolier to the forwards.

With the six Grand Legion commanders arranged into a sharp trident, the gap in hard power between the two sides still existed, so Caesar's choice was to break through at a fixed point and use multi-directional oppression and elites to form a sharp edge to attack the opponent.

"You just go ahead and give it a try. Leave it to me to find out what's missing and let me kill you. I want to see what other methods the other side has." Caesar took a deep breath.

Caesar knew very well that victory or defeat really depended on this hand. Regardless of Nero at the rear, the limit at this stage was actually the limit of Rome.

If he was given a few more years to train the generals of Rome, he might not even need to take action. Relying on a large number of top army commanders would be enough to suppress the expansion of Timur.

After training all these people, Caesar only needs to paddle behind. Even if the opponent can win, he will definitely be exhausted.

However, the problem is that he doesn't have time. He was dragged into this fierce battlefield almost as soon as he woke up, and he still feels jet-lagged.

But it doesn't matter, the generals in Rome are very competitive, Tacito, Alessandro, Virgilio, Leonardo... and a series of other corps commanders have performed very well.

Therefore, Caesar did not flinch even a little bit, and Rome would not be defeated. "Just give it a try, don't think about other things, just hit you in the front and bring out all your fighting power. I will take care of the rest!" Caesar warned again, and then let Penilance and the others start. Prepare.

The battlefield returned to calm, but everyone felt the uneasy feeling that a storm was coming.

Within the city of Rome, the chaotic angelic army was completely suppressed by the Roman legions headed by the First Italians, and was retreating steadily in the face of the violent offensive.

The armed Christians who followed the angels even began to flee. Their faith allowed them to dare to deal with Rome. But when their faith collapsed, they were knocked back into the abyss again, and they did not dare to fight against Rome's iron fist.

"The Lord says! Let there be light!"

Several archangels who were incarnations of intermediate gods joined forces to launch a large-scale legion attack, hoping to wipe out the First Italy in one fell swoop.

However, the moment the Sword of Judgment fell from the sky, the dark beam of light directly shattered the Sword of Judgment into pieces.

"My Lord is watching us, let all the birdmen die!"

Plautianus roared excitedly. The miraculous power allowed them to fully use their spiritual talents, and their movements were far beyond their previous strength.

"Death!" Plautianus threw the spear in his hand, like a black meteor, directly nailing an archangel to the ground.

Assault, crazy assault, the First Italian Legion held high the eagle flag, and under Nero's gaze, frantically attacked the angel army's front line, dismantling the angel army's legion structure as much as possible, and lowered it to the ground as quickly as possible. Break up.

The angel army, which clearly numbered hundreds of thousands, was beaten so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads.

The First Italian Legion charged back and forth among the army of angels, with no single enemy at all. The so-called seven archangels were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of Plautianus.

With the subsequent arrival of Roman soldiers, the battle line began to extend. The obviously larger angel army was completely trapped in the quagmire. Most of the angels were trapped behind their own people and were unable to exert effective combat effectiveness.

It thoroughly explains what it means that war cannot be won simply by having more numbers.

The army of angels, leaderless and unable to exert even one-tenth of its combat effectiveness, had completely transformed from a sharp dagger that pierced the heart of Rome into a weak toy sword.

Nero looked at the brave Plautianus, and his body turned into a black light and appeared next to Severus.

"Your Majesty Nero!" Severus bowed slightly and saluted. Like Caesar, he was the glorious founder of Rome and deserved respect.

"Your Majesty Severus!"

Nero bowed slightly. Like Caesar, he knew a lot from the imperial will of Rome, so he appeared here to meet with Severus.

"You don't mind if I clean up some pests for Rome?"

Severus felt a little more at ease, and he breathed a sigh of relief as Nero and Caesar behaved exactly the same.

"From now on, there will be no Christ!"

Severus said categorically that even without Nero, just what happened today would be enough for Rome to hunt down Christians all over the world.

Looking at the Roman city that was almost in ruins, Severus finally understood why Nero wanted to persecute these Christians crazily.

"I could have killed all the Christians back then, but I didn't. I just wanted to leave some of them behind to tell future generations why I wanted to kill all these guys!" Nero's voice revealed a bit of hatred.

"In the name of Rome, we will eliminate all Christians!" Severus said slowly.

"I need to mobilize the will of the empire!"

Nero looked at Severus and nodded. After all, the will of the empire was carried by Severus. If he wanted to mobilize the will of the empire, he needed Severus' nod.

"Your Majesty Nero, if you have any means, please use them to your heart's content!"

Severus nodded. After seeing Caesar's methods, he understood that the gods of war were not humans, and these guys were monsters.

"I say, God is dead!" Nero said calmly, and his voice spread throughout the city of Rome.

The dark light began to spread toward the Roman soldiers following the First Italian Legion. Unlike the First Italian Legion, which was completely demonized, these soldiers only showed partial demonic symbols.

Such as sharp horns, wings, hooves, etc., but from the appearance, it is no different from the legendary demon.

"Devil! Rome is the devil!"

The armed Christians were wailing, their faith suffered an unprecedented impact, and the corpses of angels on the ground made them unable to stay rational.

However, just as the angel army was being slaughtered crazily, a door appeared again in the sky, hymns sounded again, and holy light shone on the earth.

The gates of heaven opened wide, and the God of Light appeared from the gates. The divine radiance once again ignited the morale of Christians and angels.

"Let there be light!"

The God of light, who had stolen the throne of God, calmly reached out his hand and said, as in the Bible, let there be light.

Holy light instantly poured from the hands of the God of Light towards the ground, and then in the excited eyes of the Christians, the angels of death and the believers all began to get up from the ground.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Plautianus didn't take this trick at all. He could clearly sense the opponent's strength from the God of Light. At most, it was a little stronger than him now.

This kind of strength is indeed very powerful, but for the army, it is not enough.

If this is God, then he must be a big devil!

The jet-black beam of light shot toward the gate of heaven in an instant, and Plautianus sensed the key to the anomaly just by relying on his intuition.

The gate of heaven was shattered again, but the God of Light flew into the army of angels.

"The world has been occupied by demons. Confused lambs, take up your weapons to cleanse the world of sins!"

As a god of faith, the God of Light knows how to confuse people's hearts. The small flame of faith that was extinguished because of the violent killing of angels by demons, along with the miracle of resurrection from the dead, has once again ignited in the hearts of many barbarians.

Nero's face became solemn. The originally leaderless army of angels suddenly had a command, and a different power suddenly burst out. Although the First Italian Legion was still strong, the semi-demon soldiers behind him could not stop this force at all. The torrent forced the first Italians to retreat along with their comrades.

The wind direction had changed, and Nero felt this clearly. (End of chapter)