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Chapter 457 The Other Side of Time ([-])
In the world where Iman lived, the emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, Proses VII, was extravagant and extravagant.Of course, strictly speaking, he can be regarded as a good emperor. After all, in a country famous for business, the life of its citizens can be considered affluent.In a wealthy country, the little extravagance of the emperor is completely within the range of the national power, and it is nothing at all.

This Marshal Proses is somewhat similar to Proses VII on the gold coins of the Eastern Roman Empire, but he is not so fat. The unique momentum of the tenth-rank warrior is undoubtedly evident.

Speaking of the Eastern Roman Empire, tenth-level professionals will be hard to find, which may be related to an overly affluent and comfortable life.Unexpectedly, in troubled times, Prosis VII himself became a tenth-rank warrior.

Marshal Proxis carefully looked at the agate bottle, frowned and shouted: "Corporal Silva, come to me."

A thin man ran over quickly and gave a military salute in a panic: "Marshal, call me."

Another acquaintance, Silva, the president of the Edinburgh Chamber of Commerce who purchased scarce items for Proses VII, is also Proses' confidant in this world.

"Good job for you, look at the year of this bottle of medicinal wine." Prosis handed the agate wine bottle to Silva, and stared: "Be careful, don't drink all of it."

When he heard about the wine tasting, Silva's eyes lit up, took the bottle, first smelled the wine, intoxicated, and praised: "Good wine, a peerless wine made from figs, including dream leaves Grass, golden ginseng, and phantom mushrooms from the Barbarian Plain have the effects of nourishing yin and tonifying yang, boosting qi and invigorating the kidneys, and removing blood stasis."

"Grandma's, you can't even eat enough, so make up for it." Marshal Prosis scolded.

Silva poured out a drop of wine, tasted it carefully with his tongue, frowned solemnly, clicked his mouth, and said doubtfully: "That's not right." He tasted another drop, still with a puzzled expression.

"Have you finished yet?" Marshal Prosis became annoyed when he saw Silva drinking endlessly, and quickly grabbed the bottle: "Hurry up and come to the conclusion."

"Master, this is wrong." Silva exclaimed.

"What's wrong, tell me the situation quickly," Marshal Prosis urged.

"The figs for this wine are produced on Mount Kean near Edinburgh. Only the golden soil unique to that mountain can produce figs with this taste. But you know, Edinburgh was conquered by demon lords 300 years ago. , The fig forest on Mount Kian was also burned to nothing." Silva said sadly.

"That's not surprising, this is wine from 300 years ago." Marshal Prosis said disapprovingly.

"There is absolutely no 300 years." Silva lowered his voice: "I swear by my faithful belief that the age of this wine will never exceed ten years."

"Ten years?" Marshal Proxis pondered for a while, waved his hand to let Silva out, and said to Iman: "Now I believe that you are from a world parallel to ours. It is also our future. "

"Are you relying on this bottle of wine?" Iman was a little surprised, he didn't expect Marshal Proxis to be convinced so easily.

Marshal Proxis sat on the chair and said solemnly: "I have always scoffed at the theory of the end of the world, but I understand it to a certain extent. Now, it doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. I only know one, If the exorcism is closed, I am here, if the exorcism is broken, I will die."

Guarding the Exorcism Gate with the determination to die, Yiman immediately respected the Marshal Proxis.

"Now that you are here, I see new hope and strengthen my beliefs. The sacrifices made by our nation are worthwhile, and the blood of the soldiers is not in vain." Marshal Prosis stood up and waved his hand , to expand a new map.

"Look, the Dragon Continent is in chaos now." Marshal Prosis pointed to the map and said, "In the north, a tribe of orcs was suddenly bewitched by the demon god of the abyss, turned into evil orcs, and launched a crusade against other tribes. Now, the barbarian plain is raging with flames of war. In the barbarian plain to the west, the ogre has completely degenerated, and has become a vassal of the demons, launching a protracted war with the barbarians. It was split, those without abilities were sacrificed, those with abilities became warriors, nobles became demon overlords, and a millennium war started with the Han and Tang Empires."

"To the south of the Han and Tang Empires, the Eastern Roman Empire was completely destroyed by the demon lords who crossed the lake of holy light 300 years ago. Now the demon lords are leading the sub-races and fighting the elves. Most of the elf forests have been burned. The war is not optimistic either. The dragon clan in the south is fighting fiercely with the thirteen demon kings of the dark underground world, and there is no time to worry about it."

Marshal Prosis slapped the table and shouted: "See, there are wars everywhere, death everywhere, killings everywhere, and there is no pure land in the whole continent. Such a world should be destroyed, just It should be re-enacted.”

Yiman listened silently, he didn't know what kind of deviation occurred in history, resulting in two completely different endings.

"You are here, very good, I am very pleased." Marshal Prosis widened his eyes and said: "The guys who spread the end times said that three people will come to our world, and then help us change history and usher in the end times , to reinterpret the new world. We can all be redeemed, of course, I never believed in it before."

"But a few days ago, someone told me that a mysterious person did come 700 years ago. He is a pathfinder, so we are not surprised by your arrival, and I don't care if it is true or not. I Just arrange for Silva to take you to Panlong Capital to meet Pope Sin'dorei."

Pope Sin'dorei?Yiman wondered: Why didn't the name of the pope of this world appear in the new world?
An orderly rushed in, there was an urgent battle report, Marshal Proxis did not avoid Iman, glanced at the battle report and cursed: "His grandma's purple-eyed dog has started to shout again, more than 3000 demon overlords, this I want to eat the Exorcism level, I will fight with you."

According to the map, Marshal Prosis handed down orders one after another. Occasionally, when he was free, he suddenly asked Yiman, "In your world, the Eastern Roman Empire has not been destroyed?"

Yiman said solemnly: "Yes, and it is very prosperous."

"Haha, in a peaceful world, there is more time to practice martial arts. Lao Tzu, the emperor of the empire, must be very remarkable, at least a peerless powerhouse of the twelfth rank, to protect a country."

"Actually." Yiman was silent for a long while: "Actually, you are still a good emperor, although you are a bit greedy for pleasure, you are better than now, than now..."

"What do you want?" Marshal Prosis asked eagerly.

"Be fatter, and there are many concubines." Yiman squeezed out this sentence through his teeth.

Marshal Proxis was stunned, and it took him a long time to say: "In a prosperous world, it is much better to be a trash who eats and waits to die than to be a hero in a troubled world."

He greeted Silva over, explained something, and then bid farewell to Iman.

Silva led a small team and escorted Iman out of the Exorcism Pass, looking at this dangerous pass.Yiman's heart went up and down, he was thinking, what is the purpose of a strong man's cultivation?
At the beginning, it was to live better, to gain beauty, territory, power, and people's admiration. When all these are at your fingertips, what is the purpose?

Perhaps, it is really like what some wise men said, for protection.

Yiman did not summon the flame unicorn, the abyss monster was too scary after all, but rode an ordinary horse like Silva.

Exorcism pass is thousands of miles away from Panlong Capital, where the temple is located.Riding his horse all the way forward, Yiman saw this devastated country, with thousands of miles of uninhabited people, bones everywhere, villages burned by war everywhere, and no large-scale cities in sight, let alone hungry people.

It is an unchanging law that the heavy losses of the war and the ultimate suffering are blessed to the people.

On this day, the team was resting in front of a post station, and a battle report came from the front line. Iman accidentally glanced at the death list and found the names of Jess Ritter and Daphne.

Although Yiman knows that in the new world, they are a happy couple, with no worries about food and clothing, peace and happiness.But Yiman also felt extremely uncomfortable, he suppressed the grief in his heart, leaned against the flagpole of the post station, and drank hard wine.

The flag of the Han and Tang Empires is still flying, this is true in the old world, and so is the new world.In order to protect this flag, countless heroes gave up their lives.

Different eras have different tribulations and sufferings. Compared with the great wars in this world, the beast tide that Yiman experienced when he was young is simply insignificant.

If you win, the country will survive, if you lose, you will forget the country and destroy the family. There is no other choice.

Yiman began to rethink the meaning of the existence of the strong.

(End of this chapter)