Without waiting for the brief dawn to pass, just a charge, the main city of Marquis de Aifali fell into the fierce offensive of tens of thousands of Wuli religious soldiers.

At this time, Zhang Lisheng had already flew away from the Aifali territory and came to the main city of another Roman prominent nobleman hundreds of kilometers away. Using the "Leather World" as a medium, another barbarian army from the Wuli World's stubborn stone plateau was transported to the land of "Roman".

In this way, the scene that happened to the Marquis of Aefali began to take place again and again. In just four or five days, hundreds of noble territories in the central and northern Roman Continent were already filled with smoke.

When this bad news came to the ears of the Roman lords in the front-line aristocratic coalition, although they strictly blocked the news to maintain the morale of the coalition, the originally joyful atmosphere in the camp gradually reversed and fell inexplicably...

In the evening of the 20th day of the battle between the Wuli gods and the Roman Lord coalition, it had advanced to a huge camp tent 150 kilometers away from the Osgreen River, in the main camp of the Ajit Plain.

Having just led the army to win a small victory, the tall and burly King Oster jumped off his mount, pulled away his cloak that had been soaked with sweat dripping from his hair, and threw it hard on the ground with the helmet he took off.

"Congratulations on your success again, my king." While several axe-carrying warriors on both sides of the tent lifted the curtains, several servants wearing fur-covered leather jackets and leather pants quickly ran to Lord Oster and respectfully picked up the cloak and helmet on the ground. Among them, the middle-aged man who looked like a leader carefully wiped his helmet with his sleeves.

"Victory, hum, victory..." Hearing the servant's congratulations, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of King Oster's mouth. He looked down at the servant leader beside him with a terrifying look. Without saying anything, he strode forward and walked straight into the tent.

As the master of one of the most vast, rich and military-powered lords with the most vast, rich and powerful lords, the decoration and decoration of the Oster tent completely deviates from the simple and rough style of the Roman world, it can be called magnificent.

However, after putting down the curtain, the Roman king did not have the kind of fierce battle and returned to his comfortable residence after winning the battle. Instead, he staggered to a wooden chair carved with complicated patterns and sat down with soft long skin on his back.

He directly picked up a pot of milk wine on the square table beside him, and drank a gulp of stuffy wine with a sad face.

The jar was more than two cubits high, and the full wine was sipped by King Oster. After putting down the pot, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his depressed expression muttered to himself without any relief, "Didn't there be even a slight chance? Is there really no chance?

‘Romain’, ‘Romain’, Oster, where is your future…” Before he finished speaking, the curtain was lifted up again, and an old man wearing a red robe and a short lush beard on his thin chin walked into the tent.

"Master Aegfent, you are back," he looked at the person with anger and murderous intent, blurred and drunken eyes. After seeing the old man's face clearly, King Oster's pupils shrank, his eyes widened, and his sleepiness suddenly dissipated. He lowered his voice and asked anxiously: "What's the situation in the territory behind?"

"The situation behind is probably much worse than you think, my king." The old man's wise face flashed with a look of pain. He walked to the lord he served and bowed and said, "Because the army needs to be drawn to assemble, and the lords have made a warning to cut off the faith of the gods in another world spread in private in his territory.

The power of Wu Li Shen and the news that he liberated slaves and established theocracy rule at the southern end of the continent have long been well known to slaves and civilians in the central and northern parts of the continent.

So when the Wuli religious army lied that it had defeated the lord coalition and captured the rear Gun one by one, it was easy to establish a ruling order.

Now in the central and northern part of the continent, even some defenders who had not been attacked by the army of Wu Li Shen at all, believed in the news that the lord coalition had been defeated, and began to slaughter slaves and civilians in despair, hoping to make the Wu Li religious army have nothing to do even if they win, which instead triggered a slave uprising. The situation afterwards had become terrible.

Unless the coalition forces can defeat the Wuli religious army at the northern end of the mainland within three or five days without maintaining at least 70% of the troops, and then return to the rear to suppress..."

"Three or five days, 70 or 80% of the troops, are you talking to the sleep again? Master Aegfent," King Oster suddenly interrupted the old man beside him, and said with a gloomy face: "In the current situation, although the coalition forces have the upper hand, Wu Lishen's army is definitely not powerless to resist. It is possible to fight for more than ten days.

What do you think will happen in this situation?”

"It doesn't take more than ten days, my king," the old man with a short beard sighed and said his judgment in a concealed manner. "I estimate that there will be eight or nine days at the longest. Wu Li priests can gather a huge army of slaves in the north and attack the lord coalition forces in the south. By then..."

"At that time, the Roman Lords coalition, who lost their territorial support, was like a rootless grass, would be a ripe berries. If they didn't even need to be picked, they would fall to the ground and fall into mud." Oster gritted his teeth and said what the old man had not finished. Then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he collapsed on a wooden chair, and the tent suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Time passed quietly. After a while, Oster sighed as if he had finally come back to life, slowly raised his head, looked at the wise man in his territory, and showed a desperate and determined expression on his face, and said hoarsely: "Master Aegfant, it seems that we can only walk one step now...", struggling to stand up and walk outside the tent.

"Yes, my king, there is only one step." Hearing the lord's words, the short-bearded old man seemed to be completely relaxed, and he seemed to be extremely sad. He responded with difficulty and followed King Oster's pace and walked out of the tent.

That night, Lord Oster suddenly summoned his generals to secretly discuss, hanged half of them who were unwilling to obey their wishes, gathered the territory's army and suddenly attacked the friendly troops stationed in the adjacent camps. Except for the two leaders of "Rolian" and "Aefali" to resist, dozens of other Roman Xianjue troops were easily defeated by him.

After killing and killing hundreds of thousands of elite Roman warriors, Oster Wang Xing defected to the Wuli Gods camp at night, announcing his abandonment of the royal power and converting to the true gods.

This battle caused the morale of the Roman Lord coalition, which had already gained the upper hand on the battlefield, to fall to the bottom overnight. After that, as the Roman nobles could no longer be protected, hundreds of territories in the north had been captured by the troops of gods from other worlds. The entire coalition was defeated in just a few days.

In the end, millions of heroic Roman warriors were buried with "iron" and "blood" by the army of the Wuli gods with a desperate charge, accompanied by the ending old era.

After conquering the continent, which was the birthplace of the native civilization of "Roman", which is also the largest, most populous and most powerful, the Wu Li army was slightly prepared and then, the unstoppable generals had completely lost their confidence in resisting the remaining five continents, including Rost, Rogerman, Robenya, etc., and hundreds of large islands were captured.

The time spent was much faster than the ideal result Zhang Lisheng imagined, and it was amazing how important the word "confidence" was to war.

After sprinkling the light of faith throughout the Roman world, the god Wu Li divided the second "world" he conquered into more than a dozen major dioceses. The political system completely imitated the "Wu Li World" and the hegemony was the only one. After leaving behind the orders for military recruitment and training, he quietly returned to the earth that had been away for half a year.

After conquering a "world" in six months, the ending was naturally perfect, but the difficult process had already consumed all the faith power and his own talents accumulated by the God of Wu Li.

The gods in reality are not the omniscient and omnipotent God-like in the Bible. Both power and wisdom have their limits. After relaxing, Zhang Lisheng began to circle around the border of the Roman world and circled in the Amazon jungle, while paying attention to whether the Atlantis discovered the changes in the ‘Roman’ era;

While cultivating the spirit, we plan a plan that will have a huge impact on the entire ‘big world’ after success…

The four seasons alternate and time passes. Before we know it, it is already midsummer. The Amazon jungle, whose climate has become unpredictable, has returned to the previous vague weather, and the air has become wet, dry and clingy again.

It was midday, and the weather was hot. On a sparsely crowded street where Atatao, the capital of Trusususu, the small country in the northern end of the Amazon, intersected with the pristine jungle, no one noticed a young man with a beard and a strong figure, about 180 cm tall, with long black hair, strolled out of the forest, stepped on the wet mud, and walked on the cement-paved road.

After walking along the street-side shops, half of which opened, half closed, for a long time, turning into a slanted alley. The black-haired young man felt that his sweatshirt was stained with warm water vapor, and became a little heavy. He lifted up his clothes and fanned it with his hands. Then he pretended to wipe the sweat from his head, put on a pergola, and looked forward through the alley, and set foot on the most prosperous main road in the city.
Chapter completed!