Although what Great Qin should do now is to develop steadily, no one persuaded Zu Long that we should not expand so rapidly now, but should seek victory in a steady manner.

When Zu Long became serious, no one could change his will.

Unless the master of the Taiyin Academy Palace came to persuade him personally, but since he came to Xianyang, he has never persuaded the First Emperor.

As said, Great Qin is an empire that exists because of the will of one person, and as long as the will of this person does not disperse, then it is like a black dragon rampant in the endless torrent, invincible.

The journey to open up the other two worlds is imminent, just waiting for the war in Rome to end in the distance.

Even if it is Yingzheng, he has to devote more effort to his own world than to other worlds.

This is the place where the Heavenly Court will be established in his heart in the future, how can he deal with it at will.

In this world, there is only one kingdom that is allowed to exist, and that is Great Qin.

The Romans on the Mediterranean coast were barely able to parry under Wang Qian's attack, and if Wang Jian hadn't taken the initiative to slow down and give the logistics staff time to deal with prisoners of war, the war would have ended now.

The Roman consul was already mad, and as soon as he fell asleep, he dreamed that soldiers in black iron armor were chasing him, like a devil crawling out of hell, waking him from his sleep.

Above the land, there were disjointed camps and unkempt soldiers, and the Roman consuls looked at everything before them with despair in their eyes.

He couldn't think of how he could defeat such an army, they were like the devils of hell, speaking languages they didn't understand, and they only had the only thing in their eyes was to attack, attack, and attack.

Perhaps only surrender, the consul thought bitterly in his heart.

Is Rome going to surrender just like that?

But......... What can they do if they don't surrender? They can't fight, and they can't communicate with each other, so do they all want to die in this kind of war?

There is no hope of victory.

The Romans soon began to retreat, the black devils attacking every day like machines, they only attacked for a certain distance and then stopped attacking, all the Romans could do was to withdraw from their attack before they came.

The next stop is the capital city of Rome.

Under the twilight, the Archon finally returned here, and the place of all this glory did not make the Archon feel the slightest glory at this time.

The archon just looked at the walls, and he silently told himself in his heart that this place ...... Tomorrow will fall.

Despite the fortified city, despite the presence of the last and most elite Roman soldiers, and despite their common hatred, he did not feel that he could defend it.

Their enemies are a band of indefatigable, immortal demons who tear through all defenses like a sharp blade through sackcloth.

"Chris, let's surrender!"

The man known as Chris, stunned, turned his head, only to see the dull eyes of the Roman consul, and then looked back at the soldiers as if they were dead numb.

Chris couldn't even say a "no" at this time, because he knew that the demons didn't kill prisoners of war or civilians, as long as they surrendered or disbanded the army, then they could survive.

"That......... How do we convince them?"

"Crawling on the ground?"

Chris knew that as long as they surrendered on their knees on the battlefield, then the devils would not kill them, but would treat them as prisoners of war.

But this kind of thing, let the Roman nobles accept, it is better to kill them.

"I know a man, a man from the East, his name is Rosta, and he knows their language. ”

The archon turned to Chris and said:

"Now as long as you agree, you can. ”

"What about the council?"

"No soldier will listen to them, no soldier wants to die like this, their opinion does not matter, if they have an opinion, they can face those devils themselves. ”

Chris stopped talking, to be precise, he acquiesced, and this is the best ending - to live.

"I agree, but I'd like to meet that Rosta. ”

"As you wish!"

The Archon nodded, and Chris met with Rosta in the evening.

Unlike the down-and-out translator that Chris imagined, Rosta, dressed in gorgeous satin, clean and tidy, was more like an aristocrat than them.

It was really a silent mockery, and Chris actually had a feeling of being ashamed of himself.

"Do you know the language of the devil?" asked Chris.

"Devils, no, no, no, they're not devils, they're soldiers of the ancestral dragon. ”

Rosta said, shaking his head.

"Who is the ancestral dragon? Satan?" Chris called the name lamely, a pronunciation never before in Roman pronunciation.

"You can't call the ancestral dragon that, he's the ruling deity from the east, dwelling in the dwelling place of the gods. ”

Rosta hurriedly stopped Chris's inquiry, as if he was afraid that what he said would be heard.

"He is the King of eternity, the father of the dragons, the Lord of the earth. Anything you say has the potential to be heard by him, and no one can slander Zulong. ”

Chris was taken aback by Rosta's behavior, and when he mentioned Satan, Rosta seemed to be frightened for a moment.

"Gods?"

Chris pondered for a moment and spoke:

"I want to know more about this ancestral dragon. ”

Seeing that Chris was no longer saying words slandering the ancestral dragon, Rosta took a step back and said with a smile:

"Hey, my friend, who do you think I am, the matter of the ancestral dragon is not something that everyone can know, although I have the identity of a foreign merchant in Great Qin, it is impossible to get close to the ancestral dragon. ”

"Then pick up what you know!" Chris wondered what kind of person could command such an army, and if it was really a god?

So they're at war with a god?

Perhaps, as the slaves said, they were punished by God.

.........

Sleepless all night, Chris still did not sleep at dawn the next day, and he watched the sun rise in the east with his eyes wide open, as if he saw a god rising from there.

He knew that today was the last time the sun rose in Rome, and that henceforth there would be a new owner, a deity.

After learning about Zulong and his kingdom from Rosta, Chris was ready to go there, even if it was in the form of a slave.

In the distance, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times, black iron horses poured in from the sky.

The city of Rome was opened, and Rosta walked out alone.

"Honorable general from the East, Rome is willing to give up its glory and has since taken refuge under the wings of the ancestral dragon. ”