Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

"Yu is the emperor. Now that you are here, how can you let Qing steal the limelight!?" Nero put his hands on his hips, and his red skirt fluttered, confidently.

Luo Wei laughed dumbfounded: "You can do whatever you want!"

"But don't be scared to cry by the battlefield, kid."

"It must be the old guy Qing who was scared to cry!"

"..."

The emperor and his auxiliaries wanted to move forward, but no one at the scene could stop them, not even the commander of the legion could persuade the emperor to act.

Therefore, the surrounding soldiers could only follow the forward figures of the two forward, guarding the king's side like overlapping walls.

The bickering between the two fell on deaf ears.

Don't dare to look, let alone listen.

After all...according to rumors, this assistant officer who is suspected to be a descendant of the sage Luo Wei is so close to His Majesty the girl emperor that they are almost inseparable. Who would dare to say anything?

Maybe this assistant officer will become the 'Prince' of Rome in the future!

The strong wind blows the hills on both sides and raises pieces of dust. Britannia, the northern province of Rome, is actually a huge island hanging overseas. Therefore, even though the rebels from Britannia crossed the sea Coming, but not going too far.

Therefore, it was already close to the ocean, and the air flow in front of it also carried a strong breath of the sea.

Nero and Luo Wei reached a mountain ahead.

Dark clouds billowed overhead, only the hazy light fell through the cover and sprinkled on everything like dust.

The sounds of fighting, crying, and howling became clearer,

Looking down from here, you can also clearly see the scene on the battlefield. The soldiers of the Roman legions lined up and moved forward in a file. The shields they pushed formed a wall. Behind them were countless Roman soldiers holding javelins. , They held sharp weapons tightly, tensed their whole body strength in an instant, and projected them out. The densely falling cold light pierced the ground soil like a majestic rain falling from the sky.

The javelins were thrown, the javelins retreated and put on their swords, and the spearmen stepped forward to take their place, stretching out their long weapons between the shields and pushing them forward step by step.

This is the standard method of warfare of the Roman Grand Army in this era.

Press people with power.

Use the quality, weaponry, and quantity of soldiers to crush the enemy.

Relying on Rome's national power and size, this kind of tactics has undoubtedly crushed any country in the past.

This is the 'sword' that established Roman supremacy.

Compared with the well-ordered and fortified Roman legions, the enemies they faced were much inferior-no, it cannot be said to be inferior, but there was no comparison.

Because what they are facing is not an army at all.

It's just a group of sallow and emaciated poor people wearing old linen clothes. The weapons they wield are only farming tools, cooking knives, and fishing forks. Their movements are chaotic, and they just swarm forward.

however.

The battle seemed stalemate.

Because the bodies of these poor people are glowing with fiery light. Under this light, they will not suffer pain or die. They are burning like flames, and their blood is flowing, but they recover quickly.

It was a mass of fire.

But it is more like a cluster of fire formed by the intersection of thousands of sparks.

That is...

Rowe, the 'fire' once buried in the land of Nordic.

"Order the entire army to stop attacking!" Luo Wei's words did not appear to hesitate.

The legion commanders on both sides were stunned, some did not react.

Nero made a dissatisfied voice: "Did you not hear what Yu's assistant officer said?"

"Order, withdraw troops!"

"The whole army retreats fifty steps, and the defensive formation stays in place!"

Rowe repeated the order.

With the emperor's approval, the two army commanders no longer had any doubts. They galloped away from the hill on horseback, conveying the emperor's order.

"Whatever you want, just do it!" Nero clapped his hands and smiled: "Yu will be here to watch Qing's performance—don't be embarrassed? Yu is the most perfect emperor artist, Even the slightest mistake or omission of Qing can't be hidden from Yu's eyes!"

"Just blow it!" Luo Wei rolled his eyes, flicked his robe, and stepped down the hill.

He didn't intend to make a move.

After all, with his strength, even if he didn't show his miraculous powers and only used "physical skills" to fight hand-to-hand like the previous battle against Caligula, it would be too bullying to deal with ordinary people.

But now, he had to show up.

Because that group of people is related to him.

The fire in them...

The Roman army retreated.

Slowly back to the valley not far behind.

The group of civilians were about to chase, but they were suddenly stopped: "Everyone, stop, don't chase!"

A crisp voice came from a high place, and the purple hair of a girl in a white robe and holding a cross spear flew up, her exquisite face was dignified and sacred.

Martha, the gatherer of the rebel army, descended from a high place.

Her countenance was divine and gentle.

In an instant, the restlessness in everyone's hearts was soothed...

The retreating Roman army also retreated to both sides at the same time, revealing a road.

Wearing a long robe, a slender and young and handsome figure walked out of it.

Martha gripped the spear tightly in her hand.

She took a deep breath.

Instinctively, she could feel the strength of the comer.

"Father in heaven, Spirit in space, Son on earth, bless me—"

The saint closed her eyes and opened them.

Burning flames emerged in an instant, and Martha's eyes were clear and awe-inspiring.

She said, "My name is Martha,"

"I am... the disciple of the 'Master'!"

Chapter 9 God of the Trinity, show your morality!

The bond formed by the northern rebels is 'faith', which Rowe and Nero already knew before setting off.

The era in which Rome lived was the beginning of the AD century in the year of the next century. In this era, in Rome, Rowe really remembered very clearly that there would be beliefs that were very different from those of the Roman gods.

Holy Son, Yahweh, Christ...there is no doubt that it is an existence that has a great connection with Lovi who has been bestowed with the name of 'Yahweh' by the spirit of the void.

That's why he accepted Nero's 'entrustment' so easily.

That's why he came, and when he saw the 'fire' related to him, he immediately issued an order for everyone to retreat.

The Roman legions retreated,

The first consul of Rome and the deputy of the emperor walked forward slowly at the same time.

The wind is fierce, and the robes are agitated.

"Martha, the saint who trains the dragon, I have heard of your name a long time ago." Facing the awe-inspiring saint girl opposite, Luo Wei also smiled at the right time: "My name is Luo Wei, the first daughter of the Roman emperor. Deputy, Adjutant of Rome."

Maerda shook her head, she said: "But I have never heard of your Excellency—never heard of Rome having such a young, First Assistant Officer."

"Not before, but now." The smile on Luo Wei's face remained unchanged: "I can see that you are not deliberately rebelling against Rome, I can see that you must be forced to come here .”

"I am the assistant officer of Rome, and I am here to listen to your demands."

"If possible."

"I'll do my best to satisfy you."

Luo Wei glanced over the group of yellow and thin poor people, and glanced at their burning eyes.

There is faith in their eyes, and the yearning and longing for the "Lord" arising from the "Martha" in front of them, but the burning of the fire is more for survival.

Survival is the instinct of life and the foundation of life.

Without life, everything is empty.

Faith is nothing more than giving courage, and the source of faith is to survive.

Luo Wei's trip...to extinguish faith!

Yahweh or something like that, he didn't want it.

Luo Wei wants to become stronger, and also longs to die, but he doesn't need to strengthen himself through other people's beliefs. For him, only his own is the most suitable.

The name of Yahweh is just a coincidence.

He always wanted to give it up.

Now, it is even more impossible to make this religion take shape.

Luo Wei will not forget that in later generations, there have been countless people pretending to be the name of "Lord" to do evil and ruin the reputation of Christ.

He is too lazy to take the blame.

As for the words of the young assistant officer, Martha was also obviously stunned: "Appeal...?"

"Our request is actually very simple." Obviously, Martha did not expect that the Roman Empire would send people to negotiate so easily.

After all, Rome, as a huge national force across the continent, has an extremely tough internal and external style. When it crossed the ocean and arrived on the mainland from Britannia, Martha was already ready for a long-term battle.

She didn't expect it to be so easy, but she would not let go of this opportunity: "I have only one request."

"Remove Rome's excessively heavy taxation on Britannia, and give us the same treatment as Roman citizens!"

Do not seek preferential treatment, only seek equality and equality to survive.

That's enough.