The Lords of Oster led the army with great strength, and the sergeants were all dressed in all-black or all-red standard armor, which made him stand out even in the coalition of thousands of Romans lords.

At this moment, in the wave of the royal flag, the Oster people suddenly accelerated, leading the charge, and the naturally attracted coalition generals all looked sideways.

After the alliance of the Roman nobles, a handsome young man bathed in the spring light, with three-dimensional and delicate facial features like sculptures, looked at the unicorn tyrannosaurus emblem wearing a crown wrapped in the torrent of black and red steel, and his face flashed a trace of jealousy, and stood up from the back of a huge pure white male lion with two pairs of fleshy wings under it.

Pointing to the dragon banner flying among the thousands of troops, he said to his companion beside him in a sarcastic tone: "Look, Luo Lian, how much our 'Horned Dragon King' is resentful of the evil gods of the other world, and he actually wants to be the vanguard of the vanguard.

It seems that he will never give up unless he takes advantage of this rare military disaster in a thousand years to wash away the stigma of the 'quiet man' of the Oster family. ”

"Efarly, His Majesty Oster is really going to be furious, isn't it good for all of us Roman Lords," A handsome young man on the right hand side of the handsome young man, wearing a silver battle armor and cloak, riding on a chilling thousand-legged flying snake, also heroic, frowned, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that he has other plans."

Words can deceive people, expressions can deceive people, and actions can also deceive people, but time will not, although King Oster is quite martial compared to his ancestors, but when he faced a strong enemy before, he was not so courageous..."

"What do you want to say. Efarit?" The young leader of the Duke of Lorian in the central part of the Roman Continent changed his face, sat back on the back of the pure white giant lion at his feet, tilted his head, stared at his friend's expressionless face, and asked in a low voice.

"I would say that King Oster has become more courageous and fearless because of the invasion of the otherworldly gods, and is an example that we should follow. Efari glanced at his best friend and said loudly.

"You've always been so cunning, Efarly. Hearing this perfunctory answer, Rowlian shook his head dissatisfiedly. But nothing more was said. Silenced and continued to follow the rear of the aristocratic coalition army, galloping on the Roman land that had been shrouded in the brilliance of the gods of the other world, and advanced for hundreds of kilometers without the slightest resistance, before finally encountering the resistance of the formed Wuli religious army.

The Great War began. First, the Romans and nobles forcibly marched into the front. Morale is exhausted. suffered a small defeat;

Later, the Roman army, which was supplemented by backups, unexpectedly launched a revenge battle in the middle of the night, and actually broke the defense line of the Wuli slave army in one fell swoop, causing it to retreat dozens of kilometers. before it was reorganized.

However, after the defeat, the Wuli religious army also quickly received reinforcements to replenish its troops, and the war fell into a tragic stalemate.

When the divine power consumed by the Wuli sacrifice reached the threshold, the proportion of casualties on both sides was first much smaller than that of the religious army and the Roman aristocratic coalition army, and then the gap continued to narrow, and finally reached the point of basically equal.

At the same time, the morale of the religious army was declining day by day.

A faith that has not had time to be strengthened is like a huge castle built on the sand, which looks like a towering castle, but the actual foundation is so frivolous that it can be pushed down at the slightest moment.

In the blink of an eye, the fierce battle between the two armies has exceeded fifteen days, and the Roman Lord coalition has gradually and completely grasped the initiative on the battlefield, but the long-term super-large-scale battle has also allowed its troops to be exhausted, and there is no longer any armed force that is retained.

In this delicate situation, the nobles of the Roman world began to announce to the commoners and slaves in the territory that the day was not far off when they would defeat the evil gods of the other world and recover the Roman continent;

While looting the last three or two percent of the garrison troops in the territory, transferring them to the battlefield, and striving for a glorious victory that seemed to be within reach, they did not know that the terrible counterattack of the Wuli gods was about to begin...

Late at night, one of the most powerful aristocratic territories in the middle of the Roman Continent, the city of the Marquis of Efari was immersed in a thick twilight, and the civilians and slaves in the city had already fallen asleep, but nearly half of the leaders and soldiers of the left-behind warriors who had just received the lord's latest order did not rest, and were packing their bags and preparing for the battlefield.

Outside the city, the bitter autumn wind echoed in the night sky, blowing a figure suspended in mid-air, wrapped in a dark gray hooded robe.

I don't know how long later, a group of knights strode out of the brightly lit hall in the center of Efaritia, took the reins of the two-legged wyvern from the servants who had been waiting for the beast to ride, and stepped on their mounts in unison, and flew into the sky and flew south.

Seeing this scene, the humanoid black shadow floating in the air outside the city suddenly let out a low laugh of 'Boom...', muttered to himself, "It seems that the time is finally ripe...", raised his head, turned his head, and with a vision far beyond ordinary people's imagination, locked onto the team of Efarian Sky Riders who had rushed up to the clouds, and reached out to make a grasping motion.

In an instant, the night sky was originally riding a flying dragon and flying freely dozens of Efarian air knights passed by, and a black rain cloud that had not committed any crime in autumn suddenly solidified into a huge wave churning in the sky, and actually regarded the void as an ocean, and slapped it fiercely on the body of the Efarian air rider, drowning them all at once.

Just like the white shark, the overlord of the earth's sea, is just a dying fish after leaving the water, the strongest riding beast bipedal wyvern in the Roman sky is soaked in the water, and it is just a giant bird waiting to be killed in terror, but in three or two minutes, together with their pale faces and slightly swollen owners, they float in a huge water mass suspended among the clouds and with a diameter of a thousand meters.

At the bottom right of the big water balloon, a gray-robed figure floating in mid-air looked up at the entire team of Romans riding dead corpses, took off their gray hats, and showed an insincere apologetic expression on their faces, "War is so cruel, I'm sorry, samurai." He raised his hand and waved it slightly.

Suddenly, a long scroll of animal skin flew out of the arms of the leader of the Afary Sky Riders, who was soaked in the water mass and slowly fluttering, and fell lightly from the sky and landed in the hands of the gray-robed man.

Unfolding the scroll, he swiped his gaze and finished reading the meaning, "Your honorable lord, according to your order, I have gathered three thousand soldiers from various manors and towns again and rushed to the front.

The territory is safe, please do not read, but the garrison has been reduced to the limit, and there is no possibility of transferring troops, I hope you will plan well, and finally wish you a great and invincible - your loyal governor, Duwarts Adamsr. The gray-robed man took a deep breath of relief, with a happy expression on his face.

"One marquisate is the limit of three thousand warriors, the time is really ripe..."He muttered in a low voice for a moment, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Forget it, it won't increase much difficulty to have thousands or hundreds of garrisons scattered throughout the noble realm, and now it's time to ring the death knell of the original Roman civilization." ”

As he spoke, the gray-robed man untied a scaly belt from his waist, shook it off and turned it into a leather scroll depicting mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and threw it downward.

The leather painting fell with the night wind, constantly stretching and growing, expanding ten times larger than one meter above the ground, and after landing on the ground, it actually covered a radius of more than ten kilometers outside the city of Afarly.

Then a faint milky white glow flashed on the leather scroll, which had become huge and incomparable, reflecting countless tall warriors riding fierce beasts, giant insects, and heavy armor, emerging from the picture.

Overlooking the land of the barbarian army of Wuli's 'Stubborn Stone Plateau' that appeared in the land of 'Roman', the gray-robed man took a deep breath, waved his hand suddenly, and dragged the huge water ball wrapped in the corpse of the Ofari Sky Rider suspended in the clouds with divine power, and slammed it into the light-filled hall in the center of Affary City like a meteorite.

The water mass with a diameter of a kilometer shattered violently the moment it came into contact with the hard stone ground, and the overflowing flood rolled and raged through the city, choking back the screams and wails of the Afarians who had suddenly suffered from great distress, until the water dispersed before the terrified howls rang out.

And with the terrible howl, several pieces of rammed land near the city wall in Afaryy City suddenly slowly bulged, first the head, then the neck, chest, arms, and lower limbs, and seven or eight earth giants with a height of more than 100 meters.

These giants were formed from the streets, densely packed with hundreds of low stone houses, and the romans fell from their wet, slippery bodies from time to time and fell into meat sauce.

"What is that, what is that, oh my God, oh my God...";

"Mud, dirt turned into giants, this, this, they, what are they doing, ah, ah...";

"Assemble, as long as all the samurai can still move, immediately assemble in front of the main hall...", recovering from the horror, after seeing the appearance of the earth giant, he began to attack the city wall with his fists and feet, and the howls in the city of Afary became louder.

And outside the city, suspended in the air, looking at the Marquis of Efarian Lord City, which had completely lost order, the grim smile on the face of the god Wu Li unconsciously became a little deeper, and when a section of the city wall finally collapsed under the attack of the earth giants generated and driven by its divine power, he coldly commanded: "Go, my believers."

Kill all the resisters, free all the slaves and civilians within a radius of two hundred miles, and let the light of Wu Li shine on all the land you have stepped on!"

"Glory to my Lord!" In the Roman land, countless voices responded to the command of the gods in heaven, and at this time, the first rays of sunlight on the horizon happened to rise, spreading on the rough faces of pious and resolute, and then the whole earth trembled in the hunting charge of the Wuli believers! (To be continued......