"Now the soldiers of our Roman army have no armor on their upper bodies, and they can only shiver under the rain of barbarian arrows, or turn around and flee." - Vygotius, a late Roman Empire theorist of war in the 4th century.

"Let the male masculine body Priapus rejoice before the blood! He will bless us to victory in this great battle! Obisius and the priests raised their hands and cried out.

The soldiers of Pontus also shouted together, many not so much eager to show their devotion to the gods, but rather to see the excitement of the "sacrifice" before the blood splattered as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Adiana on the standby stood up, covered her mouth and screamed, and Potty on the altar screamed too. Obisius hurriedly turned around and saw that Calabis had actually bitten the enamel pendant hanging from his chest, tilted his neck, and then hung his head and sat on the ground convulsing.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Adiana's tears welled up: Calabis had swallowed the venom before he could be tortured.

"Damn, you can't die now, you have to complete the sacred ritual. Timosius, Timosius, use your snake venom to dissolve the poison of this sacrifice! Obisius, who understood the situation, stepped forward angrily and grabbed the twitching Calabis by the hair, but the other began to roll their eyes, foaming at the mouth, not knowing what they were saying.

Calabis's voice was getting louder and louder, and it seemed that the signs of his poisoning were rapidly deepening, and Obisius had never heard of what he said, and the old guy couldn't help but subconsciously shout, "What are you talking about, you cheap sacrifice?" ”

In fact, Calabis speaks the language of the door called Chinese:

"Obisius, fucking die!"

With these words, Obisius suddenly saw that Calabis's black eyes were back, and he was staring at him, and the old fellow couldn't help but shake off and let go of his hand.

Then Calabis sprang up like a leopard and struck Obisius in the jaw with such force that it almost exhausted all his strength, and the old fellow's mouth and nose were splattered with blood, and he fell on his back on the floor of the altar in agony.

"Good! Banzai! Seeing this, the soldiers of Pontus shouted like a tsunami, and many of the attendants and officers on the viewing platform, including Mithridates herself, straightened up in their seats as if on alert, while Stratonis, the concubine of the Emperor of Pontus, watched in amazement, and before she could worry about her father, she was stunned by the rapid change.

Before Obisius could dispel the little star in front of him, he saw Calabis walking towards him menacingly, and his originally docile and elegant face became extremely hideous, and Obisius's body trembled like chaff, and instinctively wanted to crawl away. But Carabis grabbed Obisius by the way, and his extreme anger and excitement made him extremely strong, "Dare to castrate me!" He first grabbed the shriveled thing under Obishuus's crotch, and with a desperate grip, Obi Houston howled like a donkey, and his neck was stretched out extremely long, with a mouth full of broken teeth and bloody foam.

"Venom is still for you!" Calabis lifted the lid of the enamel pendant, pinched Obisius's mouth that was wide open due to severe pain, and poured half of the liquid into the pendant with a quick heart.

Just as Calabis got up, Obisius's throat was mixed with blood foam, spewing out streams of black liquid like a fountain, and his body twitched back and forth like a loom, and the poison concocted by the Mitra family was extremely fast. "Father!" Stratonis reacted and let out a terrible scream.

Then, in front of the stunned doctors and priests, Calabis walked to the table of the altar, quickly picked up his sharp axe, and pointed it at the doctor's neck, and the blood "fluttered", splashing the image of Priapus red. Then Calabis knocked down the frightened priests and assistants one by one, took off his cloak, draped it over Potty, took Potty's hand, jumped off the altar, and ran as fast as he could in the direction of the river.

The wind whistled past his ears, he felt the bliss of spreading his wings and flying, his heart was still beating rapidly from the killing he had just done, no matter what, he might have been killed or shot without a few steps, but he still defended his whole body to the fullest.

That's right, that's right, Adiana is right, whoever has killed one person is not afraid to kill the second or third.

He glanced back at the viewing platform, and the way Adiana stared at him was extremely complicated.

"Farewell, princess of Pontus, no, Calabia."

"Whoa!" The soldiers of Pontus, who were watching from the sidelines, went mad, they could no longer tell who was the priest and who was the sacrifice, but the bloody scene made them all excited, and they did not care about Calabis and Poti, but only carried their spears and bows and arrows, and jumped again and again, shouting "Priaps!" Priaps!".

"Bastard!" Ignoring the pain of the wound, Mithridates stood up with a circle chair and ordered the arrest and execution of the two male and female sacrifices to the Praetorian Guards beside him.

Unexpectedly, at this time, what the emperor of Pontus saw was the face of Uterius, the senior centurion of the Roman Seventh Legion, who had just bent his knees at his feet.

This face has no sycophancy, no begging, only a kind of calm that makes Mithridates feel cold, like the calm of water.

"Oteius!" Seeing Utiris throwing down the ivory drawing board, Hebrida suddenly stood up, and shouted in distraction. In the light of the carbide fire, Uterius rushed forward, knocked over one of the Praetorian Guards in his way, drew the Praetorian Guard's sword, and lunged himself towards the Mithrida Ladder. Mithridates snorted, took half a step back and fell backwards, his fat body falling on the lap chair, and his hands hurriedly pulled out his "Otolicus" to defend himself.

But Uteres was still one step faster, but he didn't look at Mithridates' chest, because this king was covered in impenetrable heavy armor, only his thighs, and there was no guard—poof, Uteres' sword pierced deep into Mithridates' thighs, and the Pontus emperor then let out a boar-like howl, and tremblingly pulled out the divine soldier Ottoricus, without aiming, and stabbed directly into Uterius's abdomen.

"Release, release!" Mithridates looked at Utyrus, who was still dead attached to him, and was terrified, and kept shouting, almost with a kind of begging, pushing him with his hand, and Uterus, who was stabbed in the abdomen, blood gushed from his nose and mouth, but he still had a smile on his face, and muttered a Latin sentence: "Long live the Trinity!" ”

Then there was another snort, and Mithridates' howl was even more miserable—Utteres used all his strength to sink the sword in his hand into Mithridates' thigh, leaving only the hilt outside.

Correspondingly, "Altolicus" pierced his entire abdomen with his movements, and the blade drilled straight out of the centurion's back.

Moments before he died, Uterius heard Mithridates' wails and felt him struggling with great pleasure and a hint of regret: "If only I had the sword called Ebona in my hand now."

On the viewing platform, there was chaos, many attendants screamed, crouched under the circle chairs and parasols, and some jumped directly over the railing and jumped off the viewing platform. Bituita, the Praetorian Guards of Pontu, and many generals rushed to Utterus and Mithridates, drew their swords and stabbed the dead Oteius, "Don't stab, don't stab, are you going to kill me?!" Pull the damn guy away! Mithridates shouted as she raised her bloodied hands tremblingly.

This confusion gave Calabis and Poti great convenience, and Carabis ran and shouted at the same time: "The Emperor is assassinated, the Emperor is assassinated!" The result was even greater confusion in the Pontus army, with almost all the infantry and cavalry running aimlessly.

"Blow the trumpet and call everyone to save Father!" Adiana hurriedly ordered the soldier beside her, and then she glanced at the back of Calabis as he departed quickly, which quickly disappeared into the torrent of the crowd, and was indistinguishable.

"Ahhh Hybrida shouted, and together with the rest of the soldiers of the Third Wing, knocked down the attendants and Praetorian Guards who were guarding them around them, seized the long sword, and then opened a killing spree, and the surrounding area of the auditorium was full of flesh and blood, "Hybridha! Arminius stabbed one of the Pontic Janissaries to death, snatched the opponent's bronze shield and threw it at Hybrida, who then threw the bronze shield in front of him, "All, follow me to the other side of the river, march in column, and raise the shield on the side!" ”