The Visgothic army marched from northern Iberia through Narbian Gaul and was about to reach Genoa.

Torismon had led a mighty army to this place, not only to attack Attila to avenge his personal vendetta, but also to show all the watchers and the Centaurs who were caught up in Rome that the Visgoths were reliable partners, at least as Torrismon had shown for now.

A month later, a group of uninvited guests arrived in Dalmatia, outside the city of Simium in northeastern Dalmatia, where Marcorian waited anxiously outside the city gates.

Soon, a group of cavalry appeared on the road in the distance, they were draped in purple shawls, silver chain mail loomed inside, and each of them was holding a nearly four-meter-long cavalry spear, and a long red flag hung at the end of the cavalry lance.

The cavalry was drawn on two horses side by side, with the rear horses followed by the tail of the front horses, so that the cavalry was several hundred meters long.

The cavalry walked unhurriedly towards Micorian, who hurriedly beckoned the soldiers guarding the city gates behind him to get out of the way.

I saw the cavalry slowly entering the city gate, followed by the infantry holding the banner of Rabelan, who escorted a splendid carriage slowly.

With the horses pulling the cart of flowers, he slowly dragged the carriage in front of Marcorian.

"Caesar, Caesar!"

Marcorian stood trembling in fright, he lowered his head, only dared to look at the wheel in front of him, and did not know what to do for a while. After all, even he did not expect Augustus to come to the province of Dalmatia in person.

Although this is the land of Rome in the west, Constantinople has always been politically overpowering Ravenna.

Because of the weakness of the main Augustus and the difficulty of extricating militarily, the western Rome has become very unsustainable, but compared to the stable eastern Rome, it has been dominant since Agrius.

Of course, no one knows whether the current citizens of Rome want the current Augustus Lucuganus of Eastern Rome to reunite Rome and make the whole of Rome a divided and unified state.

For now, however, Western Rome seemed to be a muddy water, and Augustus in the east seemed to have lost interest in this devastated western land, so he allowed it to be devoured by barbarians.

The main problem at the moment was what to do with Attila's army, which had now crossed through Dalmatia, besieged Rome and built layers of perimeter fences outside the city, treating it like a caged bird.

Although the Senate Chamber in the city of Simium is far less ornate than that of Rome and Constantinople, it is crowded because of the arrival of Augustus.

Nobles came and went, and slaves were busy disturbing the stone pillars that were already overgrown with vines and the dusty ground.

The whole city came to the streets, and each of them eagerly awaited, all eager to see Augustus, for his deeds would always come sooner than he did.

"It is a great honor for me to have you here, Caesar." Marcorian was speechless for a while, he didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, should he say surprise, or fear, only Marcorian himself understood.

At this time, I saw the curtains on the carriage open slightly, and first a head wearing a golden laurel wreath poked out, and then Lugana's slightly tired face.

He just glanced at the Micorian in front of him, and Marcorian didn't dare to raise his head to look at Luga all the time.

"No more formality, Lord Merchorian, I hope that your humility will remain as it was when I was a soldier commander."

"You're embarrassing me, Caesar." Where did Marcorian dare to relax a little.

"Hum ......"

There was a dull laugh from the carriage, and then he asked, "So, is Lord Artilineus here?" ”

"Yes, Caesar, he has been waiting in there for a long time."

Walking into the chamber of the Senate, there were nobles from Simium, who had no place and preferred to stand on the floor at the back in bright clothes.

Attilineus sat in the first row of seats, indignant because Augustus' orders had kept his army in Mursa for a long time, and his original plan was to recover a large area of the lost land in northern Pannonia before Attila could react, but the news of Augustus's order to halt his plan had been dashed.

Naturally, he wanted Augustus to give him a reasonable explanation, so he came here to meet Caesar.

"Caesar, Caesar is coming, Caesar is coming!"

Only a shout was heard, and the hundreds of people in the originally noisy council hall fell silent for that moment.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and when they saw Luga walk into the hall unhurriedly, they only saw everyone take a deep breath and finally see Augustus, the most powerful man in the empire.

They didn't even dare to breathe, and all of them widened their eyes as they watched the invincible king pass in front of them, and all of them spontaneously attached their right hands to their chests and leaned forward slightly as a sign of respect.

"Caesar, our army is on standby in Mursa, the barbarians in the city are trembling, they are fearing us, and our soldiers are crying out and fighting with a strong desire to kill them all, and then hang their heads on the walls to show that Rome has reclaimed what is rightfully theirs!"

Artilineus was present, and before Luga could take his seat, he impatiently interrupted the silence of the crowd.

Everyone, including Marcorian, who was following Luga, gave Attilineus a surprised look, after all, he had been treated so rudely when Augustus first arrived.

Luga turned his head sideways and looked at the indignant general. There was no anger in his expression that he had been offended by his majesty, and he looked at Attilineus, his eyes full of composure, even a hint of understanding.

"I understand, your wrath, Attilineus, my friend!" Luga said, raising his hand slightly, he wanted to say something, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

He didn't know what to say, and explained to the unwilling veteran, because any statement would be feeble.

He didn't say anything at all, just sighed lightly, found his seat, and sat down slowly. The silence in the hall was terrifying, and all eyes were on Luga, who was to blame the general for his rudeness? Or should you blame Augustus for the strange orders?

"We can get back to the ransom."

Another visit by Odystes was unusual, and he invited directly, nay, Attila to come to his main tent to negotiate a ransom to make the Huns retreat.

"Six thousand pounds of gold, fifty carts of luxury."

Leo, who knew nothing about the outside world, finally noticed a subtle change, and the price was right, so he agreed without thinking.

The Huns began to dismantle their siege towers and ladders, and in return, the Romans melted down the golden idols in the city to scrape up the ransom they needed.

The Romans may not have known that Attila had burned their eyebrows and had no choice but to do so, but they were glad that they had redeemed their gold for decades of living in the mortal world.

Leo became the biggest winner, and the papacy surpassed Augustus for the first time in Rome, which was not something Valentinian wanted to see, but he had no choice but to do so.