Walk through the three gates of the Royal Palace, pass the Arena Gate, pass the Mankana Gate, and pass the Seaside Gate and enter the hall 100 meters long and 50 meters wide. But now there are no more carpets, mattresses and cushions covered with nylon cotton. There were no black guards with gold shields and gold spears anymore. Quickly leave the hall and run past the emperor's private chapel. Six golden gates, four silver gates -

A fast horse was galloping towards the bed of the Byzantine Emperor.

"Ah...... Hopeless. ”

The Byzantine emperor's mind was thinking about the sky, you can see it but you can't understand it. The messenger who had just sent off the besieging heretics -- the dogs knew they couldn't get that much money! You couldn't take out that much if you took my underwear! What the thief chief Modra III was thinking was not known to the Byzantine Emperor Constantine XXIII, but when Modra III's orders were carried out to this point, all he had to do was to feel that he was being severely disgusted.

You say that you don't plan to go to the truce and come in and talk nonsense, why do you just chop up the messenger and crucify it, or gouge out your eyes and throw it into the Golden Horn. However, a group of ministers stopped them desperately, on the grounds that "the next person can't be harmed!" -- Ahhh

In desperation, Constantine XXIII could only [euphemistically] refuse this impossible and rude request, and [send] the messenger out,

The world simply can't bear it!

However, Constantine had no choice but to be an emperor himself...... Anyway, the emperor is not worth much in these years. Let's talk about the 3,000-year history of mankind, and the emperor is worth a few years. At most, the Roman emperors produced four legitimate emperors together, and they called it the co-rule of the four emperors -- don't you say this nonsense? But nonsense is nonsense, but it gave Constantine XXIII an excuse: there are at least one of the world's most famous emperors, one of himself, one of the Holy Roman Emperors, and a pagan emperor who calls himself "Roma."

Comfort yourself, anyway, the emperor has no dignity in these years. It's a day to be able to live, alas...... It's been so long since I sent out my distress letters, and no one can help. Don't you know how to send someone to help defend the city when you are so close to you? There are more than half of his 8,000 mercenaries - if you count the Nordic Guards, the ratio is even more chilling.

...... "No, the more I think about it, the more desperate I become...... However, it should be like this, right?" Constantine XXIII couldn't help but feel a cowhide bulging in his heart, and he was also very bullish, right?

...... it, it turns out that I'm so bullish?

Now I can only pray that Modra III will hurry up and get out of the way! Though...... There was a lunar eclipse two days ago, which was a bad omen for the defenders. But...... But the Holy Light has long ceased to bless itself, so what's the point?

"As long as your mage position can't go up to the sea, you can't cross the Golden Horn. Constantine XXIII set himself a flag, not knowing that he was taking himself step by step into the ditch: "My Constantinople is very safe!

The magician's spell casting requires both space and time, and the two are scaled up and down in proportion. This is more reasonable, after all, magic is also energy, and a fireball of fire that is fat for a hundred meters and a hundred kilometers must require different energy. Launching magic from outside Constantinople, whether it's ice, fire, or arcane, requires a long distance, as well as a long time to aim and chant. If you don't get it right, it will create a magic vacuum, and it will take time to fill the magic power. What could have been done by one mage now requires n multiple mages to do it together.

Therefore, as long as the mage can't get to the Golden Horn and can't set up a close-range artillery position, don't talk nonsense about this offensive and defensive battle that needs to rely on the long-range support of the mage.

The bones were three pounds lighter, and Constantine XXIII decided to hold a rest banquet in the war. Anyway, the emperor has nothing else to do, just hold a banquet today, and a banquet tomorrow. It's a pity...... Not this time.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, as if the sky was falling apart, he was dreaming of his own spring and autumn dreams, fantasizing about the great feats of resisting the infidels in front of Europe (although he also lost quite badly). He will be the most trustworthy to resist the forces of the East, and he will also be the savior of the Western countries.

Suddenly, there was a close-range explosion in the sky, and the power of this magic was familiar to Constantine XXIII, who had studied magic. But...... I can't be sure.

"What's going on?" he didn't care that his palace was shaking substantially, and the marble dome was crumbling.

Of course, Constantine XXIII was not the king of heaven, and someone had to know what was going on when he asked what was going on. Of course, the group of ministers next to him are not all Zhuge alive, otherwise how could they have made such a field like today?

More than two minutes later, a fast horse galloped in.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!--Enemy, the enemy has rushed to the Golden Horn!" The fast horse actually rushed over long before the explosion, and the order was given to a man who was enough to be trusted by all - more than five meters tall, a Norse giant!

"Impossible!—The Golden Horn is clearly in our hands. It is really hard to imagine that the roar of the emperor's body surpassed that of the Norse giant, but one can imagine how shocked, angry and frightened Constantine XXIII was: "Heretics-how did the infidels rush up?!? say!!"

"Your Majesty is ****** men! The enemy has come from the Galatia region controlled by the ****** people! Where we have no fortifications at all, where their men have laid pontoon bridges, and the mages are shooting at our walls without stopping. If you don't think about it, there will be a problem with the old city wall section a thousand years ago!"

Galatia Constantine XXIII felt as if he had been given countless cuckolds, and his whole spirit was about to collapse. There is a hand over to ...... Or the region that was forced to be handed over to ****** merchants, where did the empire receive a large number of taxes, I didn't expect the most critical moment...... No, it should be! Sure enough, these treacherous businessmen can do anything for profit!

“...... What else can be done? Those damned hypocrites! Those hypocrites who believe in Orthodoxy! are all going to die!! the gates of hell are already open for them because of their gold coins!" "The emperor's idea now is to kill all the ****** people, and of course, the ****** people control the economic lifeline, and they can't be killed if they die. The most important thing now is to ...... "Someone! I'll lead the team myself! Bring my armor, it's time for a decisive battle!" Either I die or he dies!"

Saying the same thing as a hooligan, because now it's really about to reach the field where the hooligans are fighting.

Well...... Without ideology, without value judgments - the army of the Crescent Cult was indeed well trained, and indeed surpassed the army of Constantinople by too much. But it is impossible for war not to be subjective: so in the eyes of Constantine XXIII, Modra III is the aggressor. In the eyes of Modra III, the other party is a stumbling block that prevents him from unifying the world and moving against the tide of history.

As for who is right and who is wrong - it all depends on which of them wins.

The waters of the Golden Horn are paved with pontoon bridges several meters wide, and countless mages are standing in the direction of the front-line troops to unleash dazzling spells. In a moment, the whole world exploded like fireworks, and the city wall here was the weakest because of the paving of the strait in the direction of the Golden Horn. It fell to the ground hundreds of years ago and has not been extensively renovated for thousands of years. Modra III sent his most powerful ministers and an army of monsters to attack,

It has been attacked by countless people, and now another group of lifeforms are vying for power here. Some of the walls were stone, some were brick - now they were all bloody, and you could even see red bloody handprints on the walls during the siege. The storm of fierce battles is surging, and the casting of courage makes this place terrifying. In history, the tragic situation of the purpose here was once again staged, with blood ambushing corpses, rocks piercing through the air, and waves crashing on the shore.

For three days, the offensive aspect was different every day. The first wave of the offensive on the first day was attacked by the vassal armies, and the failure was certain. It is nothing more than a drain on the army - there is certainly no victory without death, and a certain defeat is acceptable if it is for the sake of victory. The next day's assault was carried out by Modra III's own army, concentrating on a section of the walls of Belaknay in the northwest, which had been partially damaged by the previous magical saturation bombardment. Although a breakthrough was made, it was quickly repulsed by the defenders.

Today, the third day of the attack was led by Modra III himself! The King of Kings, who had bowed down to the countless monster armies, led the army and ordered the Colossus of Egypt to charge again. The sea monster also lost the siege tower and temporarily climbed from the water to the land, shaking its massive body. Annatoria's mammoth mammoth swayed his body and began to pound the walls—all races and faiths once again converging to kill everyone on the other side.

It's an almost terrifying sight.

Soon, the defenders were really overwhelmed - the walls were about to be breached.

"It's finished!" Mordra III watched from afar as almost all of his most elite living forces were about to triumph, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile as a victor appeared on his lips. The palpitations of many days seemed to have vanished, and it was twelve o'clock at noon, and the sky was shining brightly—the world was already under his feet.

“...... It's over!" took off his purple noble robe, Constantine XXIII knew that the tide was over—there was no way for the king to die, and what he had to do now was to be worthy of his last noble status and dignity. He carried a sharp sword in his hand, ready to die in front of the battle like an emperor.

However, at around 12:10, a completely new force appeared on the southwestern side of the battlefield.

It crossed the Golden Horn, crossed the encircled northern wall, and crossed the Black Forest outside the city.

Just as their ancestors had fought, the Bourkeso had quietly appeared on the battlefield like half of the heavens, and no one knew how they appeared. But these barbarians appeared behind everyone as if out of thin air-

"Power and glory, blood and thunder - for the sake of the tribe, life or death!!!

All-new powers have joined the already scorching and exhausting battle.

The new trend of the battlefield has become confusing and ...... The horror is anomalous - the battle that was already over is now at a stalemate.