Ever since Theodosius I once again established Christ as the state religion of Rome, the world has witnessed the fate of Eugenesus the apostate.

The fall of Eugenesus was also a heavy blow to the "infidels" who believed in the Olympian gods, and the ensuing Great Purge and Holocaust made it difficult for this heresy to gain a foothold in the kingdom of God.

The whole world is God, Jehovah is Lord, and there is no room for anything in God's kingdom that is contrary to the will of Christ, and although their actions are contrary to the will of Christ, God in heaven will only look down on all beings and do not say anything.

God is speechless, but man does, and man can hide behind God's ethereal veil to accomplish some bloody things under the pretense of God's will, and call it the way of heaven.

All heresies that are contrary to the will of the so-called gods under the "way of heaven" have been gradually eradicated, and the so-called concept of God in the mouths of the doers has become more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so those gods have been concretized and sublimated to the supreme level.

In the kingdom of God, people can not know the emperors of the world, but they cannot know the God of the kingdom of heaven.

Ananus, the bishop of Orleans and the count of Orleans, served Pope Leo and the mortal Augustus, so he was the ruler of Orleans, but he seems to be in trouble now.

When Attila wreaked havoc on the territory of the Visgoths and made an unstoppable advance, he realized the true nature of the problem, and he clearly anticipated Attila's intentions and wrote a letter asking for help from Attila.

At this time, on the border of the province of Sequanoren the Great, Aetius came to the tent of the council with the letter and placed it on the desk beside Luga.

"Attila has concentrated his forces against the city of Orleans, and we cannot sit idly by."

"I see what you mean, Lord Aetius." Luga picked up the letter, glanced at it only cursoryly, and then came to the map.

"Now the army is too large, chaos is inevitable, but Orleans." Luga kept drawing circles on the map of the city of Orleans and said to Aetius: "We can't give up here, but we can't get there in time for a while, and the duke of Orleans garrison says how long they can last?" ”

"It will last until mid-June at most."

"Enough, enough!"

Luga gestured with a stick to the distance between his position and Orleans, and although he still had a month and a half to prepare, the rate of food consumption was always so alarming.

"We now have less than a month's supply of food left, and it looks like we have to reduce the daily food for the soldiers."

"I propose to maintain the daily rations of the elite troops, after all, we can only maintain an advantage on the battlefield by relying on them."

"We still need more food, especially for the nobles." Then he said to Aetius: "We must spend some money to buy the cattle and sheep and food of the nobles in the nearest pasture, of course, it is their freedom to sell as much as they want, but the price is sky-high, such as a hundred Souledus, for example, a sheep is worth a hundred Souledus, Your Excellency should know how to do it." ”

"It's not a difficult thing, Caesar." Aetius assured Luga: "I assure you that the nobles who have some ranches and farms will be more than happy to sell their food to supply the army. ”

At dusk, the figure of a rider appeared on the open road north of Orleans, who hurried over, leaving behind a cloud of dust in his wake.

"Open the door, open the gates!"

The soldiers defending the city saw the familiar figure and hurriedly beckoned the guards stationed at the gate to open the gate, and the rider was so anxious that he rode into the city before the gate was fully opened.

He stopped his horse suddenly, but he heard a "hole", and the rider on the horse's back fell from the horse with no physical strength.

The rider was tired, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he lay there panting for breath, and the officer guarding the city hurriedly ran over with a wooden cup and poured the water into his mouth, and the painful expression on his face instantly eased a lot.

"The Huns, the Huns are coming!"

The first thing the rider did when he opened his eyes was to report to the officer, after all, Attila was about to enter the city, and this was no small matter. Everyone was immediately panicked as if they were facing a great enemy, and they trembled involuntarily at the mention of the Huns.

"Quick, quick, go tell the bishop, and let everyone come to the city wall and light torches, damn it, quick, the Huns are coming!"

Panicked soldiers poured up the walls, and they couldn't stop muttering, "Huns, Huns are coming." "Torches in hand, running to the walls, each with a different weapon in their hand, but they all stared with horror at the north, where the light was fading.

"It's hard to imagine that they're so close." On the city wall, a soldier couldn't help but tremble, although there was nothing in front of him except for the distance that was gradually darkening and chaotic, but people were not afraid of this unknown existence? At least for the soldiers of Orleans.

When Ananus, who learned of this, ascended the wall, it was already crowded with soldiers.

"The bishop is here, the bishop of Ananus is here!"

The soldiers turned their heads to look at Ananus and watched him ascend the wall.

"The Huns will appear under the walls at any time, and it is said that their numbers are too large, and we..."

"I've asked for help from Aetius, the captain of the soldiers, and I hope his army will arrive just in time for us to resist." Ananus said meaningfully, and there was no confidence in his eyes.

"Order the soldiers to be on guard, and they need to be on duty all night at night." Ananus commanded his soldiers, and he returned to the governor's palace, and the night was not easy, and the mood of everyone was like darkness after sunset, so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.

At night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the heavy clouds blocked the starlight in the sky, leaving a city full of lighted torches.

"Huh!"

I only heard a thunderclap outside the window, and the frightened Ananus trembled, and the pen in his hand fell on the parchment on the table.

The ink that had scattered from the tube stained the parchment paper that lay on the table, which could not be used, and not a word was written.

"What a waste!" Ananus breathed a sigh of relief, and then he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and threw the parchment aside, then he turned his head to look for the wine glass that had been set aside.

But at this moment, he was stunned, his eyes were fixed on the wine glass in front of him, and he only saw a little ripple on the wine in the glass because of the vibration, and this ripple kept trembling, as if he was afraid of something.

Soon, the lower and lower dark clouds were accompanied by lightning and thunder in the sky, and the torrential rain tilted unscrupulously in the city of Orleans, extinguishing all the flames of stubborn resistance.

Ananus stood at the window and looked out at the rain but couldn't see his fingers, but somehow his heart was empty, and there was always a feeling of uneasiness.