When they came, they were about to arrive, because they had already seen the ironclad cavalry wearing heavy armor as a ceremonial opening.

They were all covered in chain mail, even if their faces were wrapped in heavy chain mail, each of them was covered with purple coats, and the iron plate armor inside was looming, and even the war horses under their crotches were draped with heavy chain mail horse armor.

Each of them carried a long lance with a purple flag tied to it, and the weather today was particularly in tune with the rhythm of this grand ceremony in Constantinople, and the breeze blew, although there was a slight chill, but the wind carried the flags on the rifles in the hands of the riders.

The horses marched forward slowly, and the flags were waved in the wind, which was not spectacular, causing the citizens of Constantinople present to cheer loudly.

The cavalry unit was flanked by soldiers armed with shields and a flagpole, and the flag in their hands was red.

Behind this contingent of flags was the Roman Praetorian Guard. They wore heavy scale armor, horned helmets, and purple capes with white "black ears" depicted on their shoulders.

As they kept moving forward, the soldiers on the periphery would stop along the way as escorts all the way to the bottom of the steps of the palace.

The steps were lined with heavily armed Praetorian Guards, holding battle axes in both hands, the top of which was pressed against the ground, and their hands holding the end of the axe's hilt.

The Praetorian Guard was followed by soldiers with eagle flags, dozens of golden eagle insignia suspended in mid-air, and the Rabelan banner hanging underneath.

Behind them, there was a group of Praetorian Guards wearing white feathered horned helmets, and unlike the other Janissaries, each wearing a brass-colored muscular cuirass and a red toga over it.

Each of them did not hold a shield and a flag like the infantry in front, but carried a "***" cane, and neatly pointed the axe stuck on the cane to the sky.

Yes, the appearance of "***" proves that Augustus is coming.

Under the Arc de Triomphe, they crowded around a splendid carriage, and saw only four white horses side by side, all of which were free of impurities, and whose bodies were snow-white, and which were draped with purple and embroidered with various patterns on their backs in order to bring out the nobility of the purple chamber.

Seeing the carriage, Liekinia's heart was so excited, she couldn't help but take a deep breath and hold her breath, put her hands together in front of her mouth, and prayed like a maiden, like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting for her beloved prince to come and take her away.

This unashamed woman, her heart rippled and even forgot that she was already the mother of two children, and she still did not look like an adult at all, but such purity and beauty solidified from Lickinia's face when she saw the carriage, and gradually disappeared without a trace like the melting of ice and snow.

For she saw three men standing on the carriage slowly coming towards the palace, all like a family, all dressed in splendid service, enjoying the cheers of the Byzantines.

I am afraid that the courtiers who were standing near Lickinia also saw the slightest inappropriateness, and they looked at each other with no less surprise than Lickinia who was in front of them.

"What is this? And who are these two people? ”

The courtiers of the castle pointed to the men and women standing on either side of Luga, and it seemed that the mother and son were arguing, after all, everyone in Constantinople had no objection to the edict of the former Augustus Theodosius II.

It is already believed that Lickinia's divorce from Valentinian III and her imminent marriage to Flavis. The Luca incident was seen as proof of the formal division of East and West Rome and the freezing of relations between the two sides.

However, Augustus in Eastern Rome actually returned with a mother and son, and what does this mean, I am afraid that it proves the major setbacks of Liekinia's series of actions in the court, and it is also a slap in the face to Lickinia.

At least that's what others think, and it's not difficult to see how embarrassed she is at this time from Leekinia's expression.

From the very beginning of her pregnancy with Luga's child and the birth of Yudoria, Likinia was not a simple woman, and this is an excellent proof of this at this time.

Naturally, she recognized who was standing in that carriage, yes, the lowly Tenaia whom she had ironically called before the wedding.

She never imagined that Luga would have the audacity to pull this lowly mortal into Augustus's car, and take her and the little cub who was considered an illegitimate child.

This is probably unintentional, but in Lickinia's heart, the horn of battle has already sounded, her face is like frost, and there is a ruthlessness in the cold, yes, how can this end so happily?

Augustus' chariot drove through the triumphal arch, and for a moment the instruments were played in unison, and everyone stood still looking at Augustus, who slowly passed in front of them, bringing infinite glory to the Romans.

For a while, the flowers were all over the sky, gargling and falling like a quiet drizzle, and fell on everyone's heads and shoulders without making a sound, which was in line with this solemn atmosphere.

The maidens sang a hymn, and the pure white war horse raised its noble hooves and stepped on the red stalls. The horses pulled the carriages, which carried the unparalleled Augustus, and his gaze wandered in all directions, gladly enjoying the praise of the submissions of his subjects from the territory of Rome. He deserved the trust of the Roman people, and he was resourceful and resourceful, constantly showing his mercy to the people of Rome and his blood-stained spear to the enemies of Rome.

For the victor, people can always come up with countless hymns that embrace the carnage and gore he brought in the past.

In the carriage, Maximus, who rarely appeared in public, timidly watched the grand and magnificent scene in front of him. Like a fledgling who had just seen the world, he looked at the cheering crowd and looked at his mother frequently through the dazzling armor of Luga's carriage, longing to return to his mother's plump wings for refuge.

The people cheered and speculated, after all, they had never seen the mother and son, but they were brought back to Constantinople by Luga, and the townspeople were speculating about their relationship and gossiping about some secrets that they themselves considered unspeakable.

The carriage of the parade was getting closer and closer, and the clouds on Leekinia's face were getting thicker and thicker.

Eventually, when the carriage arrived at the palace, Bishop Pilsius, the Bishop of Constantinople, and his congregants stood with their heads bowed, waiting for Augustus' orders.

"It's a big rebellion." When Liequinia saw Luga helping Tenaia to get out of the carriage cautiously, and went straight towards the bishop, she was angry, naturally she couldn't stand such humiliation, and then left in a bad mood, and none of the courtiers dared to stop her along the way.

Along the way, soldiers with spears stood side by side, holding high their spears with banners and crossing, and Luga passed underneath, and the spears were withdrawn at each point until Luga came to the bishop.

"May God bless you, great Caesar." Bishop Psius bowed to Luga.

"Heaven willing, Your Excellency."

Luga also nodded slightly, and took out the tail of Longinus's spear from the pocket of his toga robe, and solemnly raised it to show Mustus.

"This, this is..."

Psyus' eyes widened as he stared at the broken and ancient tail of the spear in astonishment.

"The Spear of Longinus, a holy relic of the Holy See." Luga explained unhurriedly: "It represents war and also symbolizes victory, but he broke in the last battle. ”

"This is a good sign, Caesar." Psyus explains: "After all, the breaking of the sacred relics, which represent the land of war, foreshadows God's exile of the god of war and the eternal preservation of peace in his kingdom and his people." ”

"Yes, an excellent analogy." Luga smiled slightly, and then solemnly handed it into the hands of Bysius.

Bysius took the tail of the gun with both hands, and looked at the broken ancient tail of the gun, and Bysius couldn't help but exclaim, "What a miracle! ”

"I will expand the church of Sophia, Your Excellency the Bishop." Luga looked up at the church not far away, and although he was blocked by the tall walls of the inner city, he could only see the tiny spire, "and renamed it the Basilica of St. Lucuganus to commemorate my great exploits, and to fulfill the wishes of God and all the people of Christ." ”

"It will be my pleasure, Caesar." Pilsius bowed to Luga again.