In the early morning, in a low stone fort on the Aston Plain, which is only tens of thousands of steps away from the south bank of the Osgreen River, Zhang Lisheng listened to the birds' cheers and walked up the towering arrow tower to look into the distance. Seeing the Roman United Army camp on the Osgreen River, which seemed to be much larger overnight, he couldn't help but frown.

If it is just for the purpose of spreading faith, even if the noble lords who ruled the Roman world are stubborn, conservative, and hate idol worship, they have liberated nearly 600 million Roman slaves and civilians, and selected and reorganized the Wu Li gods who have already had enough cards to negotiate with them, tempted and even oppressed them to compromise.

But if you want to completely conquer "Roman" and change its political system to the same as "Wulli World", the only divine power, and abolish the hereditary system, you will have no other way unless you use force to crush the old ruling class.

"You are already lucky enough, Zhang Lisheng, why are you greedy? You should know that even the powerful Atlantis civilization did not dare to conquer the Roman world easily, but you found a breakthrough in a short period of four or five months, successfully subverting the ruling order of the aristocratic warrior class over the "Romain" steel on one third of the continent.

Moreover, if the Roman Lord coalition can be successfully defeated in the future, the entire continent will be within reach. What is there to be dissatisfaction with such a situation..." Although we know that the Atlantis gave up the invasion of the Roman world because they had a better choice, Zhang Lisheng still looked into the distance, comforted himself a few words, and turned around and walked down the arrow tower.

When we arrived at the simple hall of the stone fort, the brazier full of animal fat hanging on the ceiling had been extinguished. The bright white sunlight shone in from the small window at the top of the rough stone wall, shining on the new powerful people of the Roman regime who were serving and waiting. The shaking light and shadow made their appearance look like statues.

"Sir." Seeing the short figure of the black-haired young man walking into the stone hall, everyone bent down and saluted.

"No gifts for everyone." Zhang Lisheng looked around and waved his hand with a smile, jokingly saying: "The current scene may one day become a portrait or sculpture, and will be known to every Romanian in the future. I don't want to leave an impression of arrogance in their minds."

He would speak like this, obviously after the Wuli God Sect occupied more than 30% of the land on the Roman Continent. He had torn off the disguise of the Earth scholars and bureaucrats who were deceived and lucky enough to be awarded the title in the Roman World, but he still did not reveal his identity as a god.

“Not maybe, but inevitable, lord, the glory of the great Wuli god will surely cover the entire Roman world;

And you and I will inevitably leave a name in history because of the achievements of spreading faith." A deep knife mark broke at the corner of the crowded stone hall. The tall middle-aged man whose facial features became distorted suddenly spoke hoarsely when he heard the words of the black-haired young man.

This is a native Roman slave. He has a smart mind and unwilling will since childhood. However, his low status from generation to generation makes his outstanding talents not only useless to life, but also become the root of all misfortunes, because for most noble lords in the Roman world, there is only one quality that the untouchable needs, that is, obedience.

When the Roman slave army who converted to the god Wuli met him for the first time, the poor man was about to be split on the execution ground.

After being liberated, he naturally devoted himself to the gods of Wu Li and began to gradually show all kinds of talents that had been erased before. It is precisely because of this that when Wu Li's faith covers one-third of the continent, Zhang Lisheng began to deliberately select sacrificial and generals among the Roman Aboriginal peoples, he soon stood out, obtained the status of a high priest, and commanded thousands of troops.

For middle-aged people like Scar-eyed, who are both wisdom and ability and have a pious heart, the God Wu Li has always been generous and tolerant, especially at the critical moment of spreading faith, he nodded with approval and said with a smile: "You are right, Effen's sacrifice. The glory of the true god will surely cover the entire Roman world, and we will also be passed down to history by spreading the glory of the gods."

As soon as Zhang Lisheng finished speaking, a Roman slave warrior, who appeared with bird feathers on his arms, was shrouded in the body of the God-given body, pushed open the stone door of the fortress hall, and his right hand was placed on his chest, and he saluted Wu Li and reported: "Sir, the camp of the Roman noble coalition forces has changed a lot, and it seems that they are gathering troops."

"Assemble the army..." Zhang Lisheng was stunned and ordered an old man in black robe standing beside him, "Azmuk, come with me." He strode out of the stone hall, returned to the arrow tower, and looked at the Roman Lord's coalition camp in the distance again. Sure enough, he saw countless warriors arranged in battle formations under flying heraldic flags.

After staring for a long time, seeing that the coalition array had filled the land wherever they were looking, Zhang Lisheng showed a hint of confusion on his face and said, "Azmuk, what are you talking about the Roman nobles?"

The god Wuli often speaks casually in front of the favored "pastor", but as a believer, Azmuk's attitude is always extremely respectful and cautious. "My lord, as the advocate of the noble coalition and one of the most powerful lords in the Roman world, King Oster is not a mediocre person.

This can be seen from his decisive abandonment of large territories on the south bank of the Osgreen River and his choice to camp in the tidal flats close to the river bank.

I guess he was probably because of the lack of strength in the early stage of the coalition forces, and all the aquatic war beasts that were planned to rely on taming in the rivers to cooperate with the ground forces to resist the possible attacks that our slave army could launch.

As a result, you ordered the reorganization of the army and establish the divine order, and stopped the pace of the joint attack, making their tricks go unsuccessful..."

"Okay, Azmuk, I have said a long time ago that devout faith is in the heart rather than on the face, so there is no need to be so restrained in front of me, just tell your conclusion." Zhang Lisheng smiled and interrupted the compliment of the old man in black robe.

"Yes." Azmuk showed a gratitude and tears in his expression of gratitude because of the gentleness of the gods, and said with a more respectful attitude: "The Roman noble coalition has been in the quiet camps on both sides of the Osgreen River for dozens of days. Now he suddenly gathers the army. I think there is only one possibility, that is, their troops have been assembled, and seeing that we have not launched an attack for a long time, all of them are going to attack us on the initiative.

Moreover, they will do their best to this attack from the beginning. If they win, they will regain the noble territory that has fallen in our hands. If they fail, they can retreat to the riverside camp and rely on the aquatic war monsters to block our counterattack."

"My judgment is similar to yours, Azmuk," Zhang Lisheng nodded and said in a sinister manner: "It seems that those Roman lords are quite confident in the aquatic war monsters they tamed.

Yes, they are still in the age of cold weapons. Although they have seen sporadic squads of Atlantis, they know nothing about large-scale air fleet operations, and they have the wrong idea that a big river is a natural barrier. It is really sad to think about it."

"Sir, although Roman civilization is a pure cold weapon combat, it uses a variety of powerful beasts to ride, and their air power is not weak.

I always feel that things may not be that simple. Perhaps the war beasts that the Roman lords ambushed in the Osgreen River have powerful strength beyond our expectations." Hearing the excessive belittlement of faith in his heart against the enemy, the old man in black robe hesitated for a moment, bowed deeply, and reminded in a low voice.

"I'm just saying that, Azmuk, in fact, in the shortest time, we have planned and prepared the way to defeat the Roman noble coalition in the most labor-saving way, aren't we planning and ready for it?" Zhang Lisheng said with a laugh: "The large-scale biochemical fleet is a gift I have prepared for the stronger enemies in the future. The Romans are not worthy of accepting it."

While he was speaking, the battle formations gathered by the Roman noble coalition in the distance had begun to slowly advance in line and press towards the stone fort.

"The noble coalition really took the initiative to attack us, Azmuk," feeling the unstoppable momentum of the enemy, Zhang Lisheng was silent for a moment, his tone became cautious, and he said in a low voice: "Since the decisive battle has begun, we should take our place.

Tell Carthage that we must block the offensive of the Roman Lord's coalition, and at the same time, we do not have to launch a large-scale counterattack or waste our troops. As long as we hold on, we will be able to win the final victory at our fingertips."

"Yes, sir." The old man in black robe bent down deeply and responded, then quickly retreated from the arrow tower. At the same time, Zhang Lisheng waved his hand and summoned a hurricane, wrapping his body and rising into the sky. After a while, his figure had become as big as beans. In the bright sunshine, he disappeared without a trace.

In the battle formation of the Roman Lord's coalition forces gradually far away from the Os River, a burly man wearing a armor and cloak of black and red colors riding on the back of a huge horned dragon. From a distance, he saw the black-haired young man flying into the clouds without using any external force and disappearing, and frowned unconsciously.

Then the man sighed quietly, and in a strange tone, he looked at the back of a slightly smaller tyrannosaurus beside him, wearing heavy armor and holding a tower shield and said, "Asom, look at how comfortable the believers of the gods in other worlds are, they are simply flying in the sky and escaping everything."

"Yes, my king," the commander of the Imperial Guard, who was escorting his eyes ahead with all his attention, replied in a low voice: "The power of the evil god is indeed powerful."

"But we are not weak either!" A blank expression flashed across his face, and then his eyes became firm and confident. The burly man gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from the crack of his teeth. Suddenly, a rolled flag was untied from the copper ring beside the riding beast, and shouted loudly: "Osters, charge, charge, charge..." (To be continued)
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