December 1, 1014. When General Winder, tens of thousands of troops, hundreds of thousands of people were trapped in Kazan, and called for help. While General Ers was about to be killed from three sides by Ethiopia, the Moors, and the Ilkhanate, the Norman Emperor was performing his coronation and marriage ceremony in the ruins of the Grand Palace of Constantine, to be precise.

After the destruction of the city, Sergius II, the current Orthodox Ecumenical Patriarch, rebuked the Norman invaders with great backbone, and then the emperor cut off his head and kicked him as a ball according to the treatment of a backbone enemy. After this, Egil appointed another ecumenical patriarch. It was a coward who shivered in a dung pit after the arrival of the Norman army. But it's also because this maggot is very timid. That's why Egil chose this guy. After all, in the obscurantist Middle Ages, religion was one of the indispensable embellishments of imperial power. The wedding between the emperor and the empress needed a master of sufficient weight.

That's it, the emperor sent his army and forcibly gathered all the people of Constantinople in the square outside the ruins of the Grand Palace. The dense enclosure of the water is impassable. The guests, who were forced by the butcher's knives of the Norman soldiers, forced themselves to laugh, with smiles that were more ugly than crying, and auspicious words that were insincere to the extreme, to turn themselves into one of the decorations of the wedding.

And then there's the newcomer. First of all, it was last night that I carefully accompanied Artoria for an evening drink. I finally served her well. Or Egil, who was drunk so that he wouldn't make trouble. The Emperor is still dressed in Absolute Guardian Armor. Tearing the blade of life on his waist. This armor is the same as the previous battle with the Mongols, after the rest of the best armor masters, dyers, and artists. The painting and ornamentation have all been renewed. It makes Egil's whole person look very energetic.

Next to Egil was Lilianu, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress and holding a few bouquets of red roses. The wedding dress was redeemed by Egil from the system. The same goes for roses. Constantinople in November, despite the Mediterranean climate. But roses are still a rarity. What's more, this one is the same as the one just picked. Others saw it, and when this emperor was so arrogant and extravagant, he sent a fast horse to send it over at night.

One of them was in armor, and the other was wearing a full gown. The male is remarkably heroic, and the female is remarkably delicate. It looks like a good match. It's just that in the eyes of the people of Constantinople, this "general match" shows another meaning. Isn't Egil, dressed in armor and with a saber at his waist, a symbol of the Norman Empire's military conquest? Naturally, it symbolizes the Eastern Roman Empire.

The Greeks were intelligent, philosophical, and affectionate creatures. At this moment, many philosophers and literati saw this scene. They couldn't help but cry out - and then the Norman soldiers pulled them out of the crowd and cut off their heads mercilessly.

"You-" Seeing this scene, Lilianu, who was originally tortured by the miserable real world and was a little numb in her spirit, reacted for a while, and the princess lost her temper. He reached out and grabbed Egil. Stopped in the middle of the red carpet, apricot eyes stared at the mad emperor.

"What's wrong?" said the Emperor's tone with an unconcealable smugness: "Today is a good day for me and you. You see those people are crying and mourning. Is there anything wrong with killing?!" The first one said "what's wrong" to Lilianu, and the latter one was the emperor who turned around and said it loudly to the Greeks around him who dared not speak out.

Under the threat of the Normans' butcher's knives, the Greeks reluctantly whispered: "Yes" and "Yes".

"Be louder! I can't hear you! The whole of Constantinople doesn't speak as much as I do alone?! Isn't it?" said the Emperor in a heartfelt manner. Indeed, it overshadowed the reluctance and ambiguity of thousands of previous people.

Still under the threat of the butcher's knife, the Greeks raised their voices and shouted loudly, "Yes!" and "That's it!"

"Louder! Say something nice to make me happy!" Egir laughed more and more. And after hearing his speech, the tens of thousands of Norman troops who were watching these Greeks also repeated Agil's words loudly: "Say good things and make the lord happy!

"Long live Emperor Egil!"

"Louder!"

"Long live His Majesty Emperor Egil!!"

"Louder!!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor Egil, long live!!

"Louder!! haven't you eaten enough?!"

The Greeks muttered in their hearts, "Aren't you just not having enough to eat...... The food has been robbed by you Normans. All we were given a day was two taels of black bread mixed with sawdust and sand...... Naturally, I don't have the strength to shout so loudly at this moment. ”

However, they only dare to think in their hearts. Those who really dared to speak out had been killed by the Normans in the turmoil long before this.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor Egil, long live, long live, long live!!!!"

A loud, loud shout came out of the mouths of tens of thousands of Greeks in the hall. If you don't know what it sounds like at first glance, I'm afraid you will think that this conqueror emperor is very likable.

"Hahahahaha......ha Egil's bad taste was greatly satisfied for a while. He laughed wildly. In this way, amid the tsunami of the Greeks and the wild laughter of Egil, this wedding has unconsciously become a stage for the Norman emperor alone. The whole of Constantinople, the whole of Greek civilization, turned with the baton of this so-called "barbarian".

This process lasted about half an hour. Everyone who shouted hoarsely, or who had no strength and therefore stopped shouting, was pulled out by the Norman soldiers who were watching. Kill on the spot. made the bloody smell of this so-called wedding a little stronger.

In this way, without Egil's permission, not a single Greek dared to stop cheering. Even if the voice was almost broken, he didn't dare. Some cried and shouted, and collapsed to the ground. However, the people around him didn't dare to care. The shouting continued for half an hour. Egil was content to stop laughing. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Okay, guys, don't do this. I'm going to be embarrassed that you're so welcoming...... Ahahaha......"

At this point, Egil couldn't help but laugh maniacally.

And beside Egil, the former Eastern Roman empress, now the Norman Empire's quasi-princess, Lilianu, has shed tears uncontrollably. In the midst of such a tsunami-like shouting slogan, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. However, Egil was quick to see her and immediately put his arms around her waist and took Lilianno in his arms.

"Why are you humiliating me so much?!" Lilianu struggled violently in Egil's arms. She cried and kicked Egil's body. Of course, this was like tickling for the Norman Emperor in the armor of the Absolute Guardian. I don't feel it at all.

"Because I love you. Egil said as a matter of course. In exchange for Lilianu's incredulous look.

"Because...... Love me?" Lilianu's brain was in turmoil. I don't know what to say at all. In fact, after hearing such a shocking confession from Egil, the surrounding Greeks and Norman soldiers were also stunned. If this tyrant says something cruel or impersonal or utilitarian. Then these people will accept it. But Egil's unacceptable answer to the question of "love" has nothing to do with war, siege, raid and enslavement.

"Yes, I love you. So I defeated your army, breached your city, took you for it, and so that you would never leave me again, I destroyed your country completely. There is no possibility of revival anymore. Is there a problem with that?"

It's a big problem. But at that time, Lilianu, who heard Egil say this, completely lost the ability to think. She just looked at Egil in a daze, let Egil take her hand, and walked step by step towards the other side of the red carpet, in the direction of the same smiling Orthodox Ecumenical Patriarch. At this time, the empress really didn't know what to do. Should he be moved by Egil's infatuation and passionate love?or should he shout, "Are you an idiot?!" snatch the saber hanging from Egil's waist and let him test the question that had plagued him for a long time: was his armor better, or was his saber sharper?

But in the end, Lilianu didn't do anything, she just stunned and let Egil take her hand. And the red carpet, which is dozens of meters long, also quickly reached the end. After the Ecumenical Patriarch had married Egil and Lilianu, he canonized Egil as "Emperor of all the Greeks and the Romans". Then he took the crown that belonged to Lilianu and prepared to wear it on Egil's head.

Then Egir snatched the crown and turned around and placed it on top of Lilianu's head......

"Remember, I'm going to marry Lilianu, the Empress of Eastern Rome. As she said this, Egil continued to laugh and hugged Lilianu in the form of a princess hug. He walked all the way to his barracks......

(To be continued)