"Your Majesty?" Von Leessen couldn't help but be confused, he didn't know what Lucius was talking about, so he said, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger, if you have any doubts, I will answer them as best I can." ”

"For the glory of Rome, then."

"Can you die?"

Lucius coldly pronounced the sentence.

As soon as his words fell, a gust of hot wind swept in, and a flame of red lotus rose out of thin air, flowing from the soles of Feng Lisen's feet to his whole body, completely embracing her. Under his screams of terror, the harvest took his life.

It was the wrath of the Emperor, the power unleashed by the Flame of Glory, the symbol of Rome.

Lucius watched coldly as Von Leesen turned to ashes, and slowly withdrew the flame of glory from his sword of love to its scabbard and tossed it to the servants who served him.

"Ah......" The barbarian civil servant kneeling in front of the throne, Wessex stiffened.

He didn't understand what was going on.

In his opinion, the emperor simply stood up from the throne, and von Lisen was burned to ashes by the flames, which was too contrary to common sense.

Although he saw Lucius retract his sword, he did not see him swing it, so he subconsciously ruled out the emperor's suspicion.

Is the Great Shaman Von Risen dead? Who killed it? Emperor? With that pampered hand?

It's impossible.

Compared with the chaotic barbarian civil officials, the ministers of the Senate in the audience seemed sparse and ordinary, and they knew very well that as the emperor of Rome, the sixth-order peak imperial sword saint Lucius not only had the power of the peak of the empire, but also the personal force was at the top of the empire.

It is naturally not difficult to punish an old barbarian man.

Although it was very inappropriate for the emperor to execute the sinners by his own hands, no one dared to anger the eclectic emperor, so no one questioned it.

Except for one person.

"Father, why don't you leave this errand to me, the blood of the barbarians will stain my father's hands." Among the courtiers standing under the throne, a heavily armed silver knight stepped forward.

"Today is the Autumn Harvest Festival, what a good day, Orest." Lucius put away his angry expression, sat back on the throne, and calmly smiled at his youngest son, "I need some entertainment too." By the way, there's something I'll leave to you right now. ”

Lucius smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his exasperation seemed to be acting.

"Father, please command." The Silver Knight knelt down on one knee.

"Throw this idiot out of the palace." The Roman Emperor glanced at the barbarian civil servants, as if he was driving away something dirty, and waved his hand, "Then he will be expelled from the land together with the Saxon waste that he took in in the previous paragraph." If they dare to resist, you know what to do. ”

"Yes, Father." The Silver Knight nodded in agreement, grabbed Wessex by the back collar, and dragged him out of the palace.

Wessex quickly came back to his senses, he finally understood what was happening, and cried out in disbelief: "Roman scum! You can't do that! This is a violation of the covenant between us! Didn't you say before that as long as you worked, you would take in our tribe......! ”

"How dare you insult your father!?" The Silver Knight punched him in the face, knocking him to the point that his mouth was covered in blood, "Hurry up, I'll kill you if you talk nonsense!" ”

But instead of giving up the struggle, Wessex hugged the pillars of the corridor and yelled, "I'm not leaving!" It's impossible for our tribe to go back to the north! It's all monsters now, and there's no place for us to live! We have no home and no food, and if you do this, you are making us die......!" ”

“…… Then why don't you die happily? The Silver Knight Orester let go of Wessex's collar, then drew his sword from his waist and stabbed him in the chest without mercy.

Wessex tried to resist at first, but as the blood bleed, he slowly lost his strength.

He glared angrily at these former allies and scolded, "Hypocritical Romans! Dregs......! ”

"Didn't I tell you to shut up!" Orester added another sword.

Wessex snorted coldly, his eyes widened like that, and he lost his life.

Orester spat on his face, as if he was afraid of getting his hands dirty, and shouted for two palace guards to wipe the floor, and then asked them to grab the dead man by the collar and drag him to the entrance of the palace.

He also followed him out of the palace.

The sound of the fabric rubbing against the stone floor gradually dissipated at the end of the hallway.

in the palace.

Lucius yawned, he called the clerk, and asked, "How are you prepared for what you said the day before yesterday?" ”

"Tell Your Majesty that the 50,000 Imperial Army is ready for battle, and is expected to reach the Gallic border in a week's time."

"Good." Lucius's eyes flashed like a sword, "Tell the soldiers that when the time comes, they will play well if they can completely defeat the Gallic Empire." Gold coins and wine, and even the rank of governor of Gaul can be given to them! ”

The Gallic Empire, like Britain, was an independent province from the Roman Empire in the Great Eurasian War a hundred years ago, but they were not Romans, but a Celtic people. Gaul was located in the western part of Europe, bordering Rome, and they were widely influenced by Roman culture, and they did not intend to become independent at first, but only revolted after the Visigoths defeated the Roman rulers who occupied the area.

They hated all Germanic barbarians, including Visigoth, were peace-loving, and made alliances with most of the surrounding nations, including Britain and Rome.

But Lucius decided a few days ago to break this boring covenant.

"By the way, call the Naval Fleet and let them patrol the Strait of Ramance to stop the reinforcements sent by Britannia."

The Strait of La Manche is the water area of the European land sea, this strait has been the scene of many military conflicts and naval battles in history, and it is the closest sea route from the Britons to the European continent, if not if the British want to rescue the Gallic Empire, which is an ally.

"Understood. I'll go and tell General Odoac. May the glory of Rome be eternal. The clerk nodded and left the palace.

Lucius closed his eyes and listened to the sound of fireworks outside the palace, his heart filled with a hint of desolation, he held his wine glass in his right hand, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Cheers to the glory of Rome."

The land that was lost a hundred years ago will be regained a hundred years later.

This action was not his whim, but a long plan.

He knew that Britain would not be able to abandon Gaul as an ally, and would definitely go to great lengths to support Gaul, because he knew that there was a faction of knights in Britain that had deep ties to the Gallic Empire.

King Ben of the Gallic Empire. Bols had a son.

He was one of the Knights of the Round Table, named Lancelot.