The city of Rome, the birthplace of the great Roman Empire, is where legends begin but also end.

For nearly a thousand years, the city of Rome was the economic, cultural, religious, and political center of the entire West, and as the leader of Western civilization, it gradually lost its transcendent status in all aspects until the beginning of the Renaissance era.

But even so, the city of Rome still occupies a place in the history of world art with its rich cultural heritage - the magnificent ancient relics that have survived from the time of Augustus the Great, and the Pantheon and the Colosseum, which have stood proudly for thousands of years.

Not to mention the incomparable Sistine Chapel by the Renaissance master Michelangelo!

And now, the myth of the city of Rome lives on in the infinite world! Of course, there is no Sistine Chapel, but there are still some magnificent marble buildings from the Roman Empire! Moreover, it is more complete than the real world~

Today, Han Xing is fortunate to be in this glorious capital of the Western world. He rode the electricity and galloped down the white marble streets. There is a feeling of "the spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day". Today, it's a holiday for the Crusaders! In St. George's Square, the Pope will personally meet these warriors who are about to shed their blood for God.

It has been more than two full months since Han Xing set off from Göttingen. To be exact, the assembly took a month, and the journey consumed another month. Given that this is an army of more than 18,000 people, and it is also from all over the world, it is not surprising!

When Han Xing arrived at St. George's Square, he saw an endless sea of people, with the phalanx one by one, almost as far as the eye could see. Everywhere there were knights dressed in sturdy clothes, riding on the backs of sturdy war horses with their heads held high, their bright armor reflecting the morning sun, and the waving sheng flags hunting in the wind.

Han Xing also brought two thousand men and horses at this time, forming two phalanxes, under the guidance of several priests, Han Xing's department finally came to a position to stand, and at a glance, there were still old acquaintances on the left and right - Heinrich, Duke of Hesse the Younger, and Sir Dietrick of Saxony!

In the distance, Han Xing also saw the Hohenzollern family, the figure of Sir Johenheim Hohenzollern! To be honest, the pompous black-maned Teutonic Winged Helmet he was wearing was difficult even if Han Xing wanted not to pay attention to him! Han Xing even noticed the Duke von Babenburg, who was wearing an Austrian flag.

Soon, the voices of the boiling people fell silent, and only the war horses occasionally screamed "sigh and sigh". Because, under the watchful eyes of all people, the Pope's crown, finally belatedly, surrounded by the cardinals like stars and moons, slowly walked to the high platform in the center of the square.

"God bless you, children! Bless you all~" The papal crown is covered with a bright yellow silk robe with pearls and a white undershirt that symbolizes holiness. His hands, which were white silk gloves, were making a false cross on his chest and pointing at the Crusader knights on both sides of the road, and he was still muttering.

The Pope was like the "superstar" of his time, and as he walked along, the Crusader knights knelt down on one knee like dominoes, listened to the teachings of the Father, God's spokesman, and humbly accepted his blessings.

As the premier duke in the empire, Han Xing was fortunate to be in the first row on both sides of the marble road, but unfortunately, now he only hated why he was not placed in the back position, and wanted to be the grandson of this pope for no reason! Seeing that the knight in front of him had fallen like dominoes, Han Xing had no choice but to kneel down on one knee with him. He doesn't want to be the "most beautiful scenery" in the crowd!

He pretended to kneel down and put on an indifferent poker face, but in his heart he was teasing the crown on the head of the pope:

It was a bright yellow crown with a triple crown, symbolizing the supremacy of the church.

"Why didn't his neck be crushed!" Han Xing looked at this exaggerated crown and complained silently in his heart.

When this Holy Father passed in front of Han Xing, he didn't pay much attention to him, after all, Han Xing was also wearing his feather T-shaped helmet, except for the facial features exposed in the peepholes, his hair and most of his face were covered.

Obviously, the Holy Father has not seen much of the world, or rather, not all popes have the opportunity to enjoy this much-anticipated "superstar" treatment. In the Middle Ages, where transportation is inconvenient, it is not easy to take a look at the magnificent scene of thousands of empty alleys~

I don't know if it was a little cramped and uneasy, or the "triple crown" on his head was too heavy, or if he wanted to remember this glorious moment forever, the Holy Father's steps were extraordinarily slow. It took seven or eight minutes to complete the journey of less than a kilometer.

"Warriors of God, sword of Christ, faithful defenders of the Holy City and the Church! The Holy City is calling you, calling you to defend the temple and the glory of our Lord! The wicked infidels have been usurping our holy places for too long, and they have desecrated our temples and oppressed the faithful of our Lord with all their might, and this is the end of it! This is the will of our Lord that we should take back His temple, cleanse us of the traces of blasphemy, and punish those who dare to blaspheme the true God! To kill the infidels is not to kill people, but to redeem their souls that have fallen into the abyss of sin! Falling under the sword of God's warriors is the only way for them, sinners, to enter heaven! It was hard to imagine that this shriveled, thin little old man could make such a loud voice.

The calm and kind face written on weekdays actually revealed fanaticism and righteous indignation; On weekdays, his mouth is full of tolerance, redemption, and kindness, and he can actually spit out, "Killing a heretic is not murder!" Such murderous words.

It's a pity that many Crusader knights were filled with righteous indignation and anger. Among them, there is an outlier, which is our protagonist Han Xing. He was not at all dismissive of the passionate speech of the Holy Father, but quietly admired the scenery before him:

St. George's Square is bordered by the sea, with a faint view of the blue coastline and the gentle waves washing the beige sand. In the distance, you can see the towering Alps, which are like optimus pillars reaching into the sky, and the snow-capped peaks almost merge with the white clouds.

The city of Rome in the infinite world is located at the foot of the Alps, at the narrowest point of the land bridge connecting the subcontinent of the Western Kingdom and the main continent, facing the sea on both sides. Therefore, there is a magnificent scene in front of me that can never be seen in the real world~

"In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, may my Lord bless you, Amen!" It was at this moment that the pont's long speech, which was as smelly as an old woman's footcloth, finally came to an end!

Amid the sound of "Amen" from the German noble knights, the German Crusaders led by Prince Henry were finally able to board the ship, go to the central main continent, and advance to the Holy City!

As the Vostok slowly headed northeast, the city of Rome, between the sea and the sky, gradually disappeared behind the horizon. But on the other side of the Alps, Han Xing found another city, or rather, the ruins of a city!

The city is not much worse than the city of Rome and is also home to many magnificent marble buildings. If it weren't for the desolate and barren appearance, as well as the huge gaps in the city walls that were visible to the naked eye, Han Xing would almost have thought that this was a replica of the city of Rome!

"What's that?" Han Xing asked involuntarily.

"That's the legendary capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, Constantinople!" Han Xing's court priest Brother Marven replied.

"East and West, a mountain apart? Infinite worlds are so interesting! ”

According to Prince Henry's plan, and as the Crusaders had been accustomed to for many years, the German Crusaders would find a suitable place to land in the northwest of the Central Continent, as to why not the southwest, because it was too close to the Great Rift Valley, the trench of the Southern Union.

After landing on the northeast coast, Han Xing realized that the Central Continent was not a monotonous and barren world full of yellow sand like the real Middle East. After all, it was once the eastern territory of the Roman Empire, and you can still see the crumbling and crumbling fences, the half-collapsed windmill mills, and the intact fan blades still spinning slowly in the breeze. On the barren fields, you can sometimes see the ruins of several towns and even cities.

Everything symbolizes that this was once a paradise on earth!

Therefore, the German crusaders on the march did not have to worry about running out of rest. It's just that the area of the Central Main Continent is even larger than Han Xing imagined! The march lasted nearly two months, and the distance they traveled was almost the same as that of the march from Brittany, the westernmost part of the Western Continent, to the easternmost city of Rome!

With Napoleon's world providing food and various living materials, Han Xing and his subordinates are in good condition, but the other German nobles are not so lucky, and their swaggering spirit has all been wiped out in this two-month-long arduous trek~

Some German aristocrats even began to complain about why they had come to wade through the troubled waters!

"We should stay in a warm, cozy castle, eating large chunks of oily barbecue and drinking sweet wine, instead of sleeping on the mud floor every day in the wind and sun, with cold water and hard bacon!"

But no matter how much they regret it, they're already on their way! Aside from the whispering of curses and muttering, they can only pray that this sad journey will end soon!!

As they prayed, after two months of trekking, they finally saw the walls of Jerusalem. and the *** soldiers who were densely packed at the head of the city, wrapped in black turbans, covering their mouths and noses, and only revealing a pair of eyes.

A fierce battle awaits them!