Prologue

It was an early morning without the sun. The mist rose from the valley and spread towards the mountains in the distance. The blue sky was now gray with dark clouds, and there was an occasional glimmer of silver light between the floating clouds, but it was fleeting. Strings of birds cried loudly and swept through the branches of the forest, adding to the sense of gloom.

A bluestone city was located on a hill not far away, probably because of the fog, and the movements that were clearly visible on the city head were now blurred.

Julius. Caesar withdrew his gaze from the bluestone city, frowning as the weather, looking terrible.

AD52, September, Gaul, Alesia.

This was already the sixth month of the siege of Alesia by Caesar's army. Surrounded by a wall of tens of miles, Alesia, with a population of 80,000, surrendered only a matter of time. However, under the day and night patrols and severe punishment of the Vicintoli (the tribal leaders of the Alvenies), these tenacious Alveni actually dragged the war to an end.

A few days ago, when the spies of Rome reported that several Alveni reinforcements, totaling more than 100,000 people, were rushing towards Alesia day and night, Caesar understood that the battle of life and death would come at this moment.

Rows of Roman soldiers gathered behind the wall, scarred and looking at Caesar expectantly. Because they were Caesar's most loyal Tenth Legion, they all believed that the invincible Caesar would bring victory and glory.

Caesar ascended a high platform, and as he looked around, the characteristic low voice rang out in the camp: "This is our sixth year in Gaul, the night is getting long, the wolves are hungry, Rome, want to drink the last drop of Gaul's blood!" The Senate is looking forward to my defeat, and the Viccintoli in that lonely city, he is eager to have me torn to pieces! An enemy several times my size is galloping to the aid of Alesia in the starry night, a battle of life and death, which could come at any time! ”

None of them looked uneasy, and in fact, none of the soldiers took their eyes off their general.

A white-robed priest flashed from behind Caesar and smeared Caesar's face with an olive branch in his hand, dipped in fresh lamb blood.

"In the name of the goddess of fate, I swear that this war, victory, will be ours, glory, and will go to Rome!"

Caesar raised his sword in the air, and the whole camp boiled.

Yes, Caesar's legion defeated five times as many enemies. The Battle of Alesia became one of the most glorious highlights of his career.

Years later, when Brutus' dagger plunged into his chest, Caesar remembered what the white-robed priest had said to him on his deathbed.

"You will give up the health of your life, and the gods will torment you from time to time, and eventually, your life will be taken by those who are dearest to you. But in exchange, the goddess of fate will bless you, the arrows will go around you on the battlefield, and the soldiers around you will be invincible! ”

Goddess of Fate: (The_Goddess_of_Fortune)

Scope of influence: collective + opportunity

Attributes: The person who comes is absolutely lucky and attractive, and the natural selection made automatically evolves into the optimal choice. The appeal is doubled, and the followers are twice as courageous and absolutely loyal.

Signs: A specific illness (e.g., epilepsy, etc.) that ends up being betrayed by someone close to you.

……

Huangsha Mandao, this is already an empty city.

Hundreds of cavalry galloped from the desert in the distance, shouting and rolling up puffs of dust and smoke along the way.

After the fast horse rushed into the city gate, it slowly slowed down, and the general at the head had a childish face.

"Is this town empty again?" Huo Quzhi muttered to himself, his eyes swept over the abandoned house that was about to collapse and starving.

Suddenly, his eagle-sharp gaze swept to the figure beside a dry well.

It was a young monk with a pale face and a coma from dehydration.

"Water!"

Huo Quzhi turned over and dismounted, and the cavalry behind him handed over a water bag.

When the water wet the monk's lips and poured down his throat, it didn't take long for the young monk to open his eyes.

"Master, why did you pass out here?"

"Huns...... They tied up the whole city and went west......" The young monk said with difficulty with his mouth closed.

Huo Quzhi carefully helped the monk to a nearby place in the shade and sat down, "Don't worry, I'm Huo Quzhi." The Son of Heaven ordered me to go out with General Wei to capture the Huns. ”

"But...... There are too many of them......"

Facing hundreds of thousands of troops, the cavalry of 800 people around Huo Quzhi did look thin.

"The Huns have not been destroyed, why should they be at home? There are many of them, but we are not afraid of death. Huo Quzhi looked at this abandoned city and suddenly sighed.

Suddenly, the young monk struggled to his feet, his left hand on his navel, half-bent into a wishful shape, his right hand stretched out, and his fingers closed in the shape ......of a sharp sword.

"The Great Brave Bodhisattva, the left of the Mandala Temple, there is no Mokoniro in the south."

With that, the monk sat down again, panting, and beads of sweat fell from his head.

Sure enough, in the battle three days later, Huo Qubing was hit with one blow and killed more than 2,000 enemies. Even Shan Yu's father was slashed by him.

In the next six years, Huo Qubing swept through the entire desert, fought more than 100 battles, no defeat, and won the whole army.

And when his twenty-fourth birthday was approaching, Huo Quai's illness fell on top of the disease. When he was dying, the voice of the young monk seemed to sound in his ears again, "Since you are not afraid of death, then you can exchange your young life for the peace of the entire desert." ”

Great Brave Bodhisattva: (Brahman: Moconiro)

Area of Effect: Individual

Attributes: The one who descends gains the great power of the tiger and the vision of the eagle. Be brave and unstoppable.

Signs: Yin Tang was dark and died young

……

A jet-black hair danced in the moonlight.

Dozens of soldiers of Eastern Wu stood in unison in this open space in the reeds, according to the direction of the gossip.

"Can Brother Kong Ming succeed this time?" Lu Su stood not far away, looking at Zhuge Liang, who was dressed in a Taoist robe and dancing with a sword, his face full of worry. After all, it is difficult for anyone to imagine, especially as a scholar, the battle of millions of people, and the decisive battle on the red cliff, will rely on Kong Ming's "borrowing the east wind".

This kind of ghostly chaos has become the last straw to save lives.

The moonlight was so clear that there was not even a single cloud. It seems that the air is still in the silent night, but will there really be an east wind?

"The banner hangs the treasure number, Puli is boundless, and the gods protect the heavens and eliminate the sins,

After the flags fell, the clouds returned to the sky, and each obeyed the decree of the law without delay.

Hurry like the Jade Emperor's God's law! ”

Zhuge Liang suddenly flicked his hair, revealing his face, which was a little white in the moonlight. He shouted the last word in a rousing voice that was different from his usual life.

In the exclamation of the soldiers and Lu Su, a few dark clouds drifted in the sky, and the prayer flags erected around them were also raised high.

Zhuge who calmed down, raised his head, looked at the east wind blowing strongly, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he took out a square towel and carefully wiped the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Using a simple banner spell to invite Feng Bo will not be easy.

Feng Bo: (Falling Banner Spell)

Sphere of Effect: Natural

Attributes: Change the weather, the wind rises in a windless place, the heart is the direction, the wind is the direction. The wind is weak and can raise the peach blossoms, and the wind is strong and can push and destroy the black clouds in the city.

Signs: Unknown

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"Godfrey! I'm eleven! Hugo's voice rang out from the other side of the hill.

"I'm thirteen, brother, come on!" Hearing Hugo's usual breezy voice, Godfrey laughed, stomped on the corpse, drew his sword from his chest with all his might, and kicked the corpse down the hill.

As they answered the question, rows of torches moved from a distance. The hills were full of floating flames, like the damn hellfire in the night. A hundred, or two hundred? Godfrey didn't have the heart to count them, but he knew very well that the battle had just begun.

Jerusalem, on an unnamed hill in the northeast, blood stained every inch of the land, and corpses were everywhere like gravel in the mountains.

It's a war.

The battle between the nine knights on the top of the mountain and the countless enemies at the bottom of the mountain.

A war between the Christians who had made the long journey to Jerusalem and the pagans who had killed them on the way.

A war between faith and greed for great wealth.

The encirclement of the torches approached little by little, pressing Hugo, Godfrey and the other nine people little by little. When their backs were attached to the other's, the war finally came.

The white Red Cross robes were in tatters, and the cold, sticky chain mail was getting heavier. The overlay iron helmet was long gone, and the long sword in their hands was the only reason why their bodies were still standing.

"Lend me your strength and wisdom, O King Solomon.

Your treasures will be guarded by us, your people will be guarded by us, and your freedom and love will be guarded by us! ”

The nine men raised their swords almost at the same time, their faces were only calm, and the sound of their prayers, with the advance of the enemy, grew larger and larger, like a high song in this silent night.

At this moment, the sword-wielding infidels, horrified to find behind them, in the vast desert, a chant similar to that on the top of the mountain. When they turned around, in the light of the fire, they were all simple faces. An old man on crutches, a child with a wooden sword, a hunter with an iron fork, and a woman empty-handed.

The infidels who surrounded the top of the hill were instead surrounded.

It's a war.

War between oppressors and peoples.

Years later, a temple was erected on that unknown hill. The nine men who fought at the top of the mountain also had a name that has been sung by history - "Templars".

King Solomon: (King_Solomon)

Sphere of Influence: Collective

Attributes: The Descendant is highly agitated, easily attracting and brainwashing followers, and once the belief is established, it spreads widely. Followers, at certain times, have signs of demonization.

Signs: Simple-minded, firm in faith, sonorous and powerful in words

Subordinate gods: Solomon's seventy-two demon gods

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Tens of thousands of people are now prostrate on the ground.

There are former enemies, there are former allies, some are just the most ordinary herdsmen on the grassland, and some are the kings of the grasslands everywhere.

They were all now kneeling meticulously and convincingly, facing the same direction.

Under the blue sky, between the clear water, a high platform. On the high platform, there is a figure that is not very tall.

Temujin, who had just turned thirty, stood on a high platform and looked down on his people. Beside him, a shaman was dancing and praying.

The decisive battle with Zamuhe is just around the corner, and this battle will determine who is the eagle on the grassland and who is just the cattle and sheep who are fished.

"Zamuhe, Gulhan? The Khan of the Khans? Temujin sneered and rose from his huge gilded throne covered with tiger skins.

Seeing this, the shaman recited words that no one understood, flicked some white powder in his hand on Temujin's body, bent down, and bowed respectfully.

"If you are Gul Khan, then I am the Khan of the Sea, I am tired of being that eagle with wings, one day, I will become the sea, the most extensive existence in the world, and when the time comes, only Genghis (the sea) Khan will be worthy of my title!"

Temujin opened his arms and raised his hands high.

The heads of the people were buried deeper, and at this time, an incomparable sense of emptiness suddenly hit.

What about when I defeated Zamuhe? What about when I unify the whole of Hulunbuir? What about when I went south and conquered the southern barbarians? Go west, conquer the sky?

And after conquering the whole world? Even if I become the lord of the world, can I become the sea that day?

Temujin shook his head, none of these questions mattered now. However, when he thought about the problems he would have to face one day, he became a little worried.

God of Heaven: (God_of_above)

Area of Effect: Individual

Attributes: The person who owns it will compare himself to the sky. Strong self-confidence, unparalleled domineering. When fighting, it is devastating and invincible. The powerful power makes the people around him involuntarily bow their heads and worship.

Signs: Eternal loneliness and being in the midst of contradictions that challenge oneself (heaven).

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"The time has come."

A voice came through the darkness, and then several oil lamps lit up in the dark chamber. The dim light grew brighter and brighter, finally illuminating the surroundings of Lincoln.

Around him, more than a dozen brothers, all dressed in their most formal gowns: lambskin dresses, white gloves, ribbons, and huge jewels hanging from their necks shimmered beautifully. On their chests, the gold badge of compass and curved ruler was the hallmark of their group.

Freemasonry.

This secret society, which has been circulating for thousands of years, has always played a role in fueling the flames at that treacherous critical juncture.

And now, history has come to a turning point.

It is destruction, or rebirth.

Soon to be revealed on the land of Gettysburg.

"Here, my brothers, I sincerely ask you that I have dedicated my life to our faith and am ready to die for it. And now, I ask you to help me make new history. Lincoln held up a skeleton, half of which was actually a wine glass filled with fine red wine.

“Aye!” The surrounding brothers also raised the wine in their hands and drank it all.

"You're going to get what you want!" An elder whose face was covered by the silver face, but who could still tell his age from his gray hair, shouted loudly.

"O Supreme Noah, King of the Craftsmen, protect our brother at this most critical time. Our brother needs your help. ”

The brothers around Lincoln held hands in a circle, and then began to circle around Lincoln. They walked faster and faster, and the chanting in their mouths became louder and louder.

"From the gatekeeper to the Supreme Lord, you are the same. Now I will be blessed by you as I ask for it! ”

After spitting out the last word, the brothers all stopped, and with their fingers they knotted a six-pointed star print, and then lined up, pressing the prints on Lincoln's back, one by one.

Lincoln felt a warm sensation coming from behind him.

"Speeches? Didn't Inspector Wells invite me to speak at the cemetery? ”

An idea suddenly appeared in Lincoln's mind, and the clear words seemed to be miraculous.

A few days later, in the cemetery.

A middle-aged man wearing a tall top hat shouted loudly to the crowd,

“…… We want to give the nation a new lease of life with the blessing of God, and we want to make this government of the people, by the people, and for the people live forever! ”

His sharp Kentucky tone became particularly majestic at this moment. From this remote cemetery, it spread all the way to the battlefield of Gettysburg, to every corner of this great land.

Noah: (Freemasonry)

Scope of influence: individual + opportunity

Attributes: The person who has it will bring out all the potential. I often get the best ideas when I don't know what to do. Turn the tide before it falls apart. Like Newton's being smashed by an apple, it is the favorite of scientists.

Signs: Particularly prone to attracting hatred, often regarded as mortal enemies by certain groups of people, and the chance of being assassinated increases rapidly.