It didn't take a short time for the dawn to pass, and with just a charge, the main city of the Marquis of Efarian fell to the fierce onslaught of tens of thousands of Wuli religious warriors.

At this time, Zhang Lisheng had already flown away from the Efarli Territory and came to the outside of the main city of another Roman noble domain hundreds of kilometers away, and used the 'Leather World' as a medium to transport another barbarian army from the Stubborn Stone Plateau of the Wuli World to the land of 'Roman'.

In this way, the scene that happened in the Marquis of Efarian began to be staged again and again, and in just four or five days, hundreds of noble territories in the central and northern parts of the Roman Continent were already in smoke.

And when this bad news reached the ears of the Roman lords who were in the front-line aristocratic coalition, although they kept the news tightly sealed in order to maintain the morale of the coalition army, the originally jubilant atmosphere in the camp gradually and inexplicably reversed...

By the evening of the twentieth day of the battle between the Witch Gods and the Romans' allied forces, they had advanced to a huge tent outside the main camp of the coalition forces on the Ajit Plains, a hundred and fifty kilometers away from the Osgreen River.

Having just led his army to a small victory, the tall and burly King Oster jumped off his mount, tore off his black and red cloak, which had been soaked with sweat from his hair, and threw it on the ground along with the helmet he had taken off.

"Congratulations on another glorious victory, my king. While several axe-wielding warriors guarding the sides of the tent lifted the tent curtains, several servants in revealing leather coats and leather pants hurried to Lord Oster's side and respectfully picked up the cloaks and helmets on the ground. Among them, the middle-aged man who looked like the leader carefully wiped his helmet with his sleeve and said.

"Victory, hum, victory..."Hearing the servant's congratulations, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of King Oster's mouth, and he glanced at the servant leader beside him with frightening eyes, and without saying anything more, he strode forward and walked straight into the tent.

As the lord of one of the most vast, rich, and militarily powerful lords in the Romance realm. The furnishings and decoration of the camp tent of the lord of Oster. It completely deviates from the concise and rough style of the romance world, which can be called gorgeous.

However, when the curtain was lowered again, the romantic king did not return to his comfortable lodgings after winning the fierce battle. A relaxed expression for your spirit. Instead, his steps staggered to a place with intricate patterns carved all around. Take a seat in front of a wooden chair with a supple leather back.

Directly picked up a clay pot with milk wine on the square table next to him, and drank the stuffy wine with a sad face.

The jar was more than two cubits high, and the full wine was drunk by King Oster. After putting down the clay pot, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and muttered to himself with a depressed expression on his face, "Is there not even a chance left, is there really not even a chance at all!"

'Roman', 'Roman', Oster, Oster, where is your future..."Before he could finish speaking, the curtain was lifted again, and an old man in a red robe with a short bushy beard on his thin chin entered the tent.

"Master Egfend, you're back," looked at the visitor with angry and murderous eyes, and when he saw the old man's face clearly, King Oster's pupils shrank, his eyes widened, and most of his sleepiness suddenly dissipated, and he lowered his voice and asked urgently, "What is the situation in the territory behind?"

"I'm afraid the situation in the rear is much worse than you think, my king. The old man's wise face flashed with a look of pain, and he walked to the side of the lord he served, bowed and saluted, "Because of the need to assemble a large army, coupled with the warning signal made by the lords to sever the faith of the gods of the other world in their own territory.

The power of the god Wuli and the news of his liberation of slaves and the establishment of theocratic rule at the southern end of the continent have long been known to the slaves and commoners in the central and northern parts of the continent.

Therefore, when the Wuli religious army lied that it had defeated the lords' coalition and captured the rear lords one by one, it was easy to establish a ruling order.

Now in the central and northern parts of the continent, even some defenders who have not been attacked by the army of the god Wu Li have also believed the news that the lord's coalition army has been defeated, and began to slaughter slaves and civilians in despair, trying to make the Wu Li religious army win nothing, but instead triggered a slave uprising, and the situation in the general rear has festered to a terrible point.

Unless the coalition forces can maintain at least seventy or eighty percent of their strength, they can defeat the Wuli religious army at the northern tip of the continent within three or five days, and then return to the rear of the army and suppress..."

"Three or five days, seventy or eighty percent of the troops, are you talking in your dreams, Master Egfenter," King Oster suddenly interrupted the words of the old man beside him, and said with a cloudy face: "In the current situation, although the coalition forces have the upper hand, the army of Wu Li God is by no means without resistance, and it is possible to hold each other for more than ten days."

What do you think will happen in this situation?"

"It won't take more than ten days, my king," the short-bearded old man sighed and said his judgment in a veiled manner, "I estimate that in eight or nine days at the longest, the Wu Li Sacrifice will be able to gather a huge slave army in the middle and north of the continent, and together with the Wu Li army at the southern end, the lord coalition will be flanked, and by then..."

"At that time, the Romance Lords' coalition army, which has lost its territorial support and is like grass without roots, will be a ripe berry that will fall to the ground on its own without even being picked, and fall into thin mud. Oster gritted his teeth and said what the old man had not finished, and then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he slumped down on the wooden chair, and the tent fell into a dead silence.

Time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it took, King Oster let out a long sigh as if he had finally come back to life, slowly raised his head, looked at the great wise man of his territory, with a desperate and resolute expression on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Egvent, it seems that we can only move one step now...", struggling to get up, and walked out of the tent.

"Yes, my king, that's all there is to it. Hearing the lord's words, the tense expression of the short-bearded old man seemed to be completely relaxed, and as if he was extremely sad, he answered with difficulty, and walked out of the tent following the steps of King Oster.

That night, the lord of Oster suddenly summoned his generals to conspire, hanged half of them who were unwilling to obey his wishes, gathered the territorial army, and suddenly attacked the friendly troops stationed in the adjacent camp.

After killing hundreds of thousands of elite Romance warriors who had quickly plundered them, King Oster defected to the camp of the gods of Wuli and announced that he would renounce his royal power and convert to the true gods.

The morale of the Romance Lords' coalition army, which had already gained the upper hand on the battlefield, fell to the bottom overnight, and then as the Romance nobles could no longer keep the secret, hundreds of territories in the central and northern parts of the continent behind the battle line had been captured by the troops of the otherworldly gods, and the entire coalition army was completely defeated in just a few days.

In the end, millions of heroic Romance warriors were buried with 'iron' and 'blood' by the army of the gods of Wuli with a decisive charge, accompanying the old era that was about to end.

And after conquering the continent that is the birthplace of the original civilization of 'Roman', which is also the largest, most populous and most powerful continent, the army of Wu Li is slightly reorganized, and it is like a bamboo, and the remaining Rost, Rogerman, and Robenya in the Roman world, which has completely lost their confidence in resisting... and other five continents, hundreds of large islands were all captured.

The time spent was much faster than Zhang Lisheng imagined the ideal outcome, and one cannot but be surprised by the importance of the word 'confidence' to the war.

After sprinkling the light of faith throughout the Roman world, the god Wu Li divided the second 'world' he conquered into more than a dozen major dioceses, and the political system completely imitated the theocracy of the 'Wu Li world', and then quietly returned to the earth after half a year of absence after leaving orders for military conscription and training.

It took six months to conquer a 'world', and the ending was naturally perfect, but the difficult process had exhausted all the faith power accumulated by the Wuli gods, as well as their own talents and energy.

After relaxing, Zhang Lisheng began to circle around the borders of the Romance world, circling in the Amazon jungle, while paying attention to whether the Atlanteans had discovered the change of the 'Roman' era;

While cultivating his spirit, he is planning a plan that will have a huge impact on the entire 'world' after success...

The seasons alternate, time passes, and before you know it, it is the height of summer, and the Amazon jungle, which has become unpredictable and unpredictable, has returned to its previous continuous and vague weather, and the air has become wet and sticky again.

In the middle of the day, the weather was hot and dry, and on a sparsely populated street where Attatao, the capital of the small country of Trususu at the northern end of the 'Amazon', intersected with the primeval jungle, no one noticed a young man with a full beard, a sturdy figure, about 180 centimeters tall, and long black hair, walked out of the forest, stepped on the wet mud, and walked onto the cement paved road.

Walking along the half-opened, half-closed shops on the street for a long time, turning into a slanting alley, the black-haired young man seemed to feel that the sweatshirt on his body was stained with warm water vapor, and became a little heavier, he lifted the placket of his clothes and fanned it, and then pretended to wipe the sweat on his head, and looked forward with his hands on the pergola through the alley, and stepped on the most prosperous main road in the city.

Suddenly, the streets were full of Amazonian natives with bright red hair, snow-white skin, slender limbs, delicate facial features, beautiful Atlanteans and down-to-earth, dark skin, short stature, big nose and thick lips, looking like monkeys, and strange scenes of staggered passage broke into his eyes. (To be continued......)