Eastern Europe, on the dividing line of black scorched earth.

The girl known as the Demon King of Terror looks at the trail looming in the sky, and traces the ivory city that moves at high speed in the starry sky-

Constantinople.

One hundred and fifty years ago, Emperor Constantine repelled a powerful enemy and founded a new Roman city.

Located at the confluence of the Eurasian continent, it is shaped as an irregular triangle, standing high on the horizon, surrounded by water on three sides, and sitting on a natural barrier, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Since then, the city has become the new center of power in Rome, and successive Eastern Roman emperors have used it as a basis for their hegemony in the Purple Chamber, where intrigue and ambition are intertwined; Relying on the geographical location connecting the four directions and enlightened economic policies, countless wealth from the three continents of Asia, Europe and Africa have been gathered; It has become a military center, defending the eastern gate of the Western world, and blocking all kinds of invaders again and again for thousands of years.

Now, under the influence of the peculiarity, Constantinople has risen to the skies and obtained an impeccable and perfect defense, even he himself hated not taking the city more than thirty years ago.

"Fifteen days remaining, and without the interruption of the mana supply, Constantinople will surely return to its starting point for rest, to the Bosphorus, the Golden Horn, and the confluence of the Sea of Marmara."

Several horseback riders approached, knelt down in front of them and shouted, "Great King, the people are ready!" ”

The girl nodded silently, and saw her lightly jump on a horse galloping towards her from a distance, and the next second, at the end of the black scorched earth behind her, more galloping figures appeared.

There were more and more figures, and in an instant they formed a long dragon, and in an instant they turned into a torrent, and an army of thousands of cavalry followed behind the girl, galloping towards the west.

The girl took out a horn as black as jade from her waist.

Woowoo!!

The trumpet conveyed the will of the Dreadlord to the skies and further to the continent, telling them that the Whip of God was about to return.

The clouds broke and a cold wind blew.

The earth shook and the animals shook.

With the complete integrity of the army, they turned into an army that only the gods had ever seen.

The cavalry was staring with fierce light, their nostrils were spraying poison, their mouths were fanged, their swords stained with blood and soul, and their bows and arrows rattled even more, and the horses not only did not produce fear, but became more and more excited, and if they looked closely, the soles of their feet were no longer stepping on solid earth, but were clearly suspended in mid-air.

The dark storm enveloped them, like a ghostly figure that swayed, and they were invincible wherever they passed, the urbanization was in ruins, the forests were in ruins, the rivers were rotten and stinking, and the corpses of cattle, sheep, pigs, and horses were strewn all over the field, and even the towering peaks could not stop them.

In the area of the Lykus River west of Constantinople, the three kings and their armies arrived for a week.

King Alaric of the Visigothic kingdom sat on his animal skin chair, three meters tall, and had to look down on others at all times, except for an animal skin apron and a black dragon entangled in his shoulders and neck, he had no other outfit and weapons, like a savage and uncivilized primitive human.

His subordinates reported the news of their attack on Thessaloniki and Ankara.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of trumpets coming from the infinite distant sky.

Alaric's face changed drastically, "The Horror Demon King, are you here!" ”

"King!" The subordinate hurriedly supported his body, "Please calm your anger, we... We'll be able to defeat the Dreadlord. ”

"Humph!" Seeing that his subordinates were so useless, King Alaric had no strength to hear the terror king's horn, so he threw them all out and walked out of his tent in a huff.

He saw the signal from the two kings several kilometers away.

King Theodoric of the Ostrogoths, and Gaisarik, the spear king of the Vandals, all looked at each other with terrified eyes.

If Rome is going to be in their pocket sooner or later, the most critical enemy who can thwart them is undoubtedly the Demon King of Terror.

Her own people were expelled by her, unable to stay in the north, and then entered Rome.

Naturally, the Ten Barbarians and the Terror Demon King have a deep blood feud.

Not only that, but compared to thirty years ago, when the Dreadlord was alive, she has become more and more powerful, will there be an opponent to match it in this world? If anything, I'm afraid it's only the gods.

Crete.

Li Ji heard a long whistle that resounded through the sky, and suddenly came outside with vigilance.

Everyone knelt down and prayed for the Lord to bless their lives.

They saw the darkness eroded by the distant sky, as if to explain their fate.

Only Nero, the three Heroic Spirits, remained calm and nodded at him.

"The Dreadlord is coming, the enemy that has swept across the continent," Aetius sighed, having lived as a hostage in the Dreadlord's army as a young man, and knew what a terrible sight it was.

"Your Majesty, the Terror Demon King's own horn means that time is running out, and Constantinople is about to be bloodied, and we need to set out as soon as possible." Belisarius persuaded.

"There will never be a return." "Like the great Caesar crossing the Rubicon, our fate will have no choice from that moment." ”

"Performer, are you done with everything you have to do?" The girl asked herself.

"Yes, Nero, I've captured the bishops of all Europe to cheer you up."

"As a performer, let's go!"

Nero said this, looked at the three heroic spirits and the Roman legions, and shouted, "Stand up for me, lift up your head, Yu is not dead!" You also have to accompany Yu to fight until the last moment! ”

"For the Emperor!" The soldiers shouted.

"For the Emperor!" Three Heroic Spirits followed.

"For our Rose Sword Emperor!" Li Ji shouted with a smile, he knew very well that fate was not so desperate.

The girl smiled, and the smile that suddenly bloomed seemed to make everyone feel pity, "Let's go!" Let us cross the Mediterranean and march towards the decisive battle!! ”