"Everything seems so tricky, and our enemies are so strong, so strong that we can't resist them, and even a man like me, who is called God alone, can't succeed."

Before the war, Luga came to Leo's church, where it was not yet the time of the week, so Augustus could be alone with the Pope.

It was also here that Luga confessed his heart to Pope Leo.

"It seems that your need for an exorcism ritual is completely a cover!" Saying this, Leo put away the spread Bible with a smile on his face, and glared at Luga, who had long since lost the panicked appearance he had just rushed in.

"You're Augustus!" Leo whispered, "Your words and deeds have attracted a lot of attention, of course, if the citizens of Rome had seen your panicked appearance, I am afraid that they would have crowded the city gates and shouted to flee the city!" ”

"But the Vandals surrounded the city of Rome, didn't they?" Luga's expression looked relaxed, "Unless they collude with Gaisarric, this is unavoidable, and if they have the last bit of conscience to be a Roman, they will definitely not do it." ”

"Your attack on Carthage has brought a lot of benefits to these old fellows." Leo snorted, put away his Bible, and sat down beside Luga, "They think you're a cash cow, and every thought of war always brings them a lot of benefits. ”

"Then it seems that when I became the Augustus of Eastern Rome, their attitude towards me changed completely."

"You always do things that are beyond their imagination." Leo smiled, "You also know that Rome has never lacked land, and gold is the more the merrier." I've never really thought about how devout they are to God, and though you're a complete disobedient to the doctrine, it seems to me that you're purer than those who pray every day and have evil intentions. ”

"Okay, papa, I'll just take it for you, you're complimenting me." Luga smiled helplessly, and then he took off the lion skin he was carrying, which was a very heavy burden, and if it weren't for the sake of beauty, no one would want to put such a heavy leather jacket on his body, which was completely grandstanding.

"Tell me, you must have something to tell me about bringing me here by such a deceptive means." Leo guessed Luga's thoughts, "You don't have the slightest idea of luck about winning this war?" ”

"Yes, so to speak." Luga shook his head slightly, "As you can see Papa, we are alone, no one will come to our aid, they are all hiding on the sidelines as spectators, presumably they will not help us." ”

"You know this is a cage that you can't escape, but you still jump in without hesitation, what a strange guy!"

"Everyone faces death, whether it is a priest or a mortal, even my Lord Jesus, who did not die on the cross!"

"I must correct your words, Luga!" Leo said with a serious face: "Jesus died for salvation, and he entered the kingdom of heaven......"

"I know, I know!" Leo never thought that Luga would suddenly interrupt him, "Man, all bodies, will always die one day, but human souls and spirits, these are eternal, then again, people are inherently dead, but devout believers have the right to decide their own way of death, just like Vespa Township stood and died, Jesus Christ touched Longinus with his own life, man, always need to die worthwhile." After all, the soul controls the body, and although it cannot avoid the death of the body, it can always decide where the body dies. ”

"So you're going to stay, stay in this land that is already dead." Leo's face was solemn, he looked at Luga with a strange expression, he just wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he was swallowed back.

"What an incomprehensible guy." Leo shook his head, then stood up, "Well, what a strange fellow, if you choose to become a priest, maybe I'll have a strong opponent." ”

Lu Jiamo was silent, just lowered his head, and it was not difficult to see that saying so many words did cost him a lot of strength.

"Looks like I really shouldn't bother you, even though you're in my place right now." Leo sighed softly and got up to leave.

"Hunelik!"

"What?" Leo turned his head and looked at Luga with a puzzled expression.

"Huneric." Luga then explained: "Gaisaric's eldest son, who came to Rome as a hostage, was in the city of Rome. ”

"Huneric, oh yes, yes yes, that not-so-rude fellow, I remember him." Leo nodded.

"Now you know the identity of Huneric, he is just a hostage, and because of his identity, he is the only bargaining chip that can negotiate with Gaisaric after we are unable to do anything!"

"What?" Leo's eyes widened and he looked at Luga incredulously, "This is a very important guy, we can use him as a hostage to blackmail Gaisaric into retreating." ”

"But Gaisaric is here, and he's a very stubborn fellow, and he can't let him go too loose, and he can't hold him too tight." Luga shook his head slightly, reminding Leo: "Before everything is over, this is the only way to protect the Holy See, Hunerik's ability is not so great, after all, Gaisaric does not have more than such a son." I'm sure he'll back down here, and I'm afraid he'll kill his old enemy at the cost of a flesh and blood he hasn't seen in years, and I don't think he'll blink an eye. ”

"What a madman." Leo's memories came to an abrupt end, and even he couldn't help but sigh as the scenes of the past reappeared in front of him, which only happened yesterday, but for some reason, it always felt as if it had just happened yesterday.

Luga gasped for air, he had already collapsed to the point of weakness, and his lungs had already hurt like an explosion, which was nothing, because it hurt more than his head.

"Defense! Defense! ”

The soldiers roared and marched towards the oncoming Vandal army, forming a line of defense in front of Luga, struggling to protect Luga's safety.

"I, I can still fight!"

Luga lowered his head and used the Eagle Banner as a crutch, looking down at the Dragon's Breath Sword stuck in the corpse of his enemy.

The sword was already stained with the blood of the Vandals, and through the moonlight, the bloodstained body of the sword revealed a little cold light.

Luga slowly stretched out his hand, trembling and moving towards the sword little by little, closer, closer, Luga gritted his teeth, and finally touched the hilt of his middle and forefinger.

Suddenly, for some reason, Luga felt only a buzz in his head, and then he felt everything in front of him twist together in an instant, whether it was the soldier yelling at him to "leave" or the oncoming Vandal, everything twisted together and ceased to exist.