In the vast Black Forest, warhorses gallop through the dense branches, and they are as dexterous as night elves.

A small detachment of Hungarian hussars had penetrated deep into the line of defense of the Imperial Army at the front of the forest fortress.

The Magyars, who were furious, ignored the warnings of the Imperial army and invaded the forest.

Crossing the forest fortress in the north, the smooth road to the south stretches as far as the eye can see, and it will become a Shura field where hussars gallop across the country.

Several pairs of eyes in the hidden grass stared at each other, and in that instant, several figures pounced, and the shining light of the sword dazzled the eyes of the Hungarian army.

"Kill!"

The dust was raised, and the elongated barbed spear stabbed out, bringing down the slender legs of the warhorse, and the soldiers of the Imperial army lurking here slaughtered like wolves.

Leo, the centurion of the Third Legion, knocked a Magyar to the ground, and his dagger stabbed out like lightning and struck him straight to the heart.

Seeing the Hungarian cavalry struggling for a moment, then tilting his head, he knew the man was dead.

Turning around, the soldiers of the Imperial Army were still fighting with the Hungarian army, and the scene was chaotic, full of the sound of soldiers and irons.

The blood-dripping sword swung out, and the remaining blood on the sword flew away, and Leo turned around and continued the fight.

"Poof!"

A Hungarian cavalryman who was still fighting bloodshed with the tip of his sword piercing his chest, and the blood was already flowing uncontrollably.

"Ho-ho-ho!"

The blood foam that spat out of his mouth made him lose the strength to fight back, and his thick body quickly fell to the ground.

"None of them will be left!"

"We don't want prisoners of war!"

The soldiers of the Imperial Army slaughtered the hussars who dared to invade the borders of the Empire, and cut them off one by one.

The surviving Hungarian soldiers resisted bitterly, regretting their carelessness, and actually penetrated deep into the forest fortress area of the Imperial Army.

Where Leo's eyes drifted, there was a Hungarian officer's war hammer that smashed through the curved square shield of the Imperial soldiers.

Under the vigorous shock, the sword and shield soldiers of the imperial army were knocked back several meters away, and then turned around, swirling and dancing, and the killing atmosphere of the battlefield was driven.

The skilled Hungarians pushed back any Imperial soldiers who intervened in close quarters, and the warriors around them were intimidated by this intractable enemy.

As the fighting fell silent, the battle finally took center stage, and the Hungarian officers despaired at the sight of the Romans slowly surrounding.

Once again, sweeping away the thorns of the Imperial soldiers, the Magyar nobleman was still unable to support it, and fell to his knees, panting.

"Get your officers out!"

Leo squeezed through the crowd and stood in the center of the warband, watching the warrior to see what else he wanted to say.

The feathers of the once bright headdress are gone, and the armor is stained with blood, and it is impossible to see the original appearance.

"You are a brave samurai, worthy of my respect!"

"Say your last words!"

"On behalf of the Empire, I grant you the final death!"

"Huh!"

The Hungarian officer stood up with his body propped up, and the warhammer was raised again, pointing at the Imperial soldiers.

"Despicable Romans!"

"The shameless people who have taken our land!"

"Hungary will never give in!"

The roar swooped down again, sending a furious whirlwind with a whirlwind, and the warhammer whirled at breakneck speed.

The vigilant Imperial soldiers all retreated in shock, but Leo was not surprised and rejoiced, and the two fought, constantly colliding.

"The Romans give you all your strength, come!"

"Come and kill me!"

Leo pursed the corners of his mouth, the warrior on the other side, the will is so strong, if it weren't for the battle in front of him, he consumed too much strength.

The officers of the Imperial Army were well aware that they were no match on their own.

After a few more blows, the officers of the Imperial Army dodged the Magyars' hammers and jumped out of the battle circle.

"What's wrong?"

"Afraid of death?"

Roaring like thunder, the Hungarian officers continued to attract the attack of the Imperial Army in a furious manner.

With a sword flower, Leo gently quivered his lips and said something that no one could hear.

"Sorry, it's war!"

"Kill it!"

The Imperial Army officers gave the order to besiege and kill, and the Imperial troops could not resist swarming.

After ten breaths, the Hungarian officer, who had exhausted his breath, was finally beheaded.

The Imperial soldiers brutally dismembered all the invaders, and the heads of the Magyars were stuck in speartips and hung next to trees.

The bloody way out of the war was hideous, and the Hungarian outposts were completely wiped out in the great forest.

This was a warning that if Hungary persisted, the Imperial Army would let Magyar taste the pain of the loss of Dalmatia again.

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By dusk, Nicaea's palace was closed, and the Imperial soldiers were guarding the gates.

The group was blocked outside the palace gates, and the violent noise came one after another, and the pedestrians on the street gradually gathered around.

"His Majesty the Emperor let them in!"

Nils, the chief of the guard, came out, and a new order put a stop to the drama outside the palace gates.

Alexios, who was flipping through the entire map of the empire, was silently distracted.

This map is not a map of the Komnenian dynasty, nor is it a map of the ancient Eastern Empire.

It is a complete map of the great empire that can be traced back to the era of the Five Sages Emperor.

At that time, the empire had not yet been divided, and the empire encompassed the European continent and was one of the giants of the times.

Now the ancient empire can only shrink in a dark corner of the East, surviving for a long time, which is a pity!

"Your Majesty!"

"Cardinal Archbishop John of the Church of Rome asks for an audience!"

"Oh!"

The emperor had some impressions that it was Cardinal John, the representative of the Roman Church in the imperial capital of Constantinople.

This man has full authority over the affairs of the Eastern Empire, and is in a high position, but he is also synonymous with greed and incompetence.

The information given by the Sword of Damocles revealed that this man had a deep connection to the Venetians.

In the imperial capital, the power of the Roman Church was used to wantonly encroach on the interests of the merchants of the empire, which caused public outrage.

Historically, this archbishop was too angry with the people, and he was directly killed and dismembered by the rioting people.

"Let's meet!"

After waiting a short time, Alexios saw Cardinal John, with a stubby head and barely visible neck.

Emperor Alexios did not have any good feelings for such gentlemen who had reached the pinnacle by virtue of their family background.

And seeing this person's menacing appearance, the emperor was already displeased.

"Archbishop John!"

Alexios screamed, and the cardinal archbishop, who originally wanted to attack first, was stunned on the spot, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

"Your Majesty Alexios!"

"I wish you good health!"

The archbishop, who came to his senses, quickly restrained his anger, and the person opposite suppressed the emperor who was still safe and sound after suppressing the Byzantine nobles.

Among the supremes of the Eastern Empire, Justinian and Basil were the best, suppressing the aristocratic forces that were about to move and successfully establishing their own hegemony.

If Alexios did not die, perhaps he could build a career that was not inferior to that of his predecessors.

Forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, John put himself in the right place, he was the messenger on behalf of the Roman Church, and he must not be afraid of the Roman Emperor.

"Your Majesty, may I ask you whether you gave the order for war with Hungary?"

Alexios glanced at Archbishop John, very sensitive news, it seems that the purge of the empire a while ago did not destroy the connections of the Catholic Church.

"Oh!"

"So what?"

The Emperor's nonchalant attitude, Cardinal John was already anxious.

"Hungary is also a brother who believes in God, how can you let the infidels not fight and hurt your own parishioners first?"

Alexios' slightly narrowed eyes were extremely dangerous, the Roman Church intervened in the southward movement of the Kingdom of Hungary this time?

"This is an internal affair of the Empire, there is no need to worry about the most holy, please return to His Majesty Pope Alexander, the Empire will only punish traitors!"

"You should know that the church will not sit idly by!"

John, the archbishop of the Church of Rome, spoke in a bad tone, and the threat in his words was strong.

Alexios suppressed the killing intent in his heart and responded softly.

"Please go back and report to His Majesty the Pope, the Empire does not mind the coming year to march west to regain the lost territory of the old Empire!"

Archbishop John, who was so shocked that he couldn't say anything, trembled his hands, and cold sweat ran down his sideburns, which was not within his expectations.

The Roman Emperor's toughness was unexpected, and if Pope Alexander knew that his offense had led to an expedition by the Imperial Army, His Majesty would not have minded changing an envoy to Constantinople.

"Please forgive my offense!"

John no longer dared to underestimate this Supreme, and the color was not in his consideration.

It was not his turn to decide such a thing as a war between Catholicism and the Roman Empire.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop is tired, it is better to return to the imperial capital to rest for a few days and then come and meet with me!"

Alexios coldly sent off the uninvited guests.

Alexander?

The future is still long!