In the early morning, in a low stone fort on the Aston Plain, only tens of thousands of steps away from the south bank of the Osgreen River, Zhang Lisheng listened to the cheers of the birds, strolled up the towering arrow tower and looked into the distance, and saw the Romand army camp on the banks of the Osgreen River, which seemed to be much larger overnight, and couldn't help frowning.

If it is just to spread the faith, even if the aristocratic lords who rule the Roman world are stubborn, conservative, and hate idolatry, at this moment, the Wuli gods, who have liberated nearly 600 million Roman slaves and commoners, and selected and reorganized tens of millions of troops, already have enough cards to negotiate with them, tempt and even pressure them to compromise.

However, if you want to completely conquer the 'Romans' and change their political system to the same theocracy as the 'Witch Lai World', and abolish the hereditary system, there is no other way than to crush the old ruling class by force.

"You are lucky enough, Zhang Lisheng, what are you still greedy for, you must know that even the powerful Atlantean civilization did not dare to conquer the Roman world lightly, but you found a breakthrough at once, and in just four or five months, you successfully subverted the ruling order of the aristocratic warrior class on a third of the continent as solid as steel.

And if the Romance Lord Alliance's alliance can be successfully defeated in the future, the entire continent will be at your fingertips, so what's not to be satisfied with in such a situation..."Although he knew that the Atlanteans gave up their invasion of the Roman world because they had a better choice, Zhang Lisheng still looked into the distance, comforted himself with a few words, and turned around and walked down the arrow tower.

Arriving at the humble hall of the stone castle, the brazier filled with animal fat hanging from the ceiling has been extinguished. Bright white sunlight poured in through the small window at the top of the rough stone wall, shining on the new magnates of the Romance regime who were waiting to serve the 'Wuli Divine Cult', and the faltering light and shadow shaped their appearance like statues.

"Your Excellency. Seeing the short figure of the black-haired young man walking into the stone hall, everyone bent down and saluted.

"Everyone, excuse me," Zhang Lisheng waved his hand with a smile as he looked around, and said jokingly: "The current scene may one day become a portrait or a sculpture, and in the future it will be known to every Roman, and I don't want to leave an arrogant impression in their minds." ”

He would speak like this, obviously after the Wuli God Cult occupied more than thirty percent of the land in the Roman Continent, he had already torn up and been deceived. The disguise of an otherworldly geoscholar bureaucrat who was lucky enough to be knighted in the Roman world. But he still did not reveal the identity of his gods.

"Not perhaps, but inevitablely, my lord, the glory of the great god Wuli will surely envelop the whole Roman world;

And you and I will inevitably be rewarded for the merit of spreading the faith. Make a name in history. "Crowded stone hall corners. A deep knife cut in the corner of an eye. The tall middle-aged man whose facial features had become distorted suddenly spoke hoarsely when he heard the black-haired young man's words.

This is a native Roman slave who has a brilliant mind and an unwilling will to be ordinary since childhood. But his lowly status has made these extraordinary talents not only useless in life, but also the source of all misfortunes, because for the vast majority of noble lords in the Romance world, there is only one quality that untouchables need, and that is obedience.

When the army of Roman slaves who had converted to the god Witch first encountered him, the poor man was about to be beheaded on the execution ground.

After being liberated, he naturally believed in the gods of Wu Li with all his heart, and began to gradually show all kinds of talents that had been worn out before, and it was precisely because of this that after the belief in Wu Li shrouded one-third of the continent, Zhang Lisheng began to deliberately select sacrifices and generals among the Roman aborigines, he quickly stood out, obtained the identity of the high priest, and commanded thousands of troops.

For a believer like Scareye who has both wisdom and ability, as well as a pious heart, the god Wu Li has always been generous and tolerant, especially at the critical moment of faith spreading, he nodded approvingly, smiled and said: "You are right, Effin sacrifice, the glory of the true god will surely envelop the entire Roman world, and we will be immortalized in the annals of history because of the spread of the glory of the gods." ”

As soon as Zhang Lisheng's words fell, a Roman slave warrior with his arms in the shape of bird feathers and his whole body shrouded in a god-given body violently pushed open the stone door of the fortress hall, his right hand was crossed in front of his chest, and he performed the Wu Li military salute and said: "My lords, the camp of the Roman nobles alliance has moved, and it seems that the army is being gathered. ”

"Gather the army..."Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment, and ordered a black-robed old man standing beside him, "Azmuk, follow me." Strode out of the stone hall, returned to the arrow tower, and looked at the Roman Lord coalition camp in the distance again, and sure enough, under the flying heraldic banners, countless warriors were lining up in battle formations.

After staring at it for a long time, seeing that the coalition array had filled the land as far as his eyes could see, Zhang Lisheng said with a puzzled expression on his face: "Azimuk, what the hell do you say those Roman nobles are doing?"

The god Wuli often spoke casually in front of the favored 'shepherd', but as a believer, Azimuk's attitude was always extremely respectful and cautious, "My lord, as an advocate of the noble alliance and one of the most powerful lords in the Roman world, King Oster is not a mediocre person.

This is evident from his decisive abandonment of large swaths of territory on the south bank of the Osgreen River and his choice to camp in tidal flats clinging to the banks.

I suspect that he was at that time eighty percent because the coalition forces were not strong enough in the early days of the build-up, and all the aquatic war behemoths that were domesticated in the rivers were going to be matched with the ground forces to resist the possible attack of our slave army.

As a result, your wisdom has led to the reorganization of the army, the establishment of a theocratic order, and the cessation of the co-ordination and the frustration of their schemes..."

"Well, Azimuk, I said a long time ago that pious faith is in the heart, not on the face, so don't be so restrained in front of me, just say your conclusions. Zhang Lisheng interrupted the compliment of the black-robed old man with a smile.

"Yes. Because of the gentleness and generosity of the gods, Azimuk showed a grateful expression, and said more respectfully: "The alliance of Roman nobles has been quietly camping on both sides of the Osgreen River for dozens of days, and now they have suddenly assembled a large army, I think there is only one possibility, that is, their army has been assembled, and seeing that we are delayed in attacking, they will all take the initiative to attack us."

Moreover, they will definitely do their best at the beginning of this attack, and if they win, they will regain the noble territory that fell into our hands in one fell swoop, and if they fail, they can retreat to the riverside camp, relying on the aquatic war beasts to block our counterattack. ”

"My judgment is similar to yours, Azimuk," Zhang Lisheng nodded, and said in a cryptic manner, "It seems that those Roman lords are quite confident in the aquatic war beasts they have domesticated."

Yes, they are still in the era of cold weapons, although they have seen the scattered warships of the Atlanteans, but they do not know anything about the combat of large-scale air fleets, and there is the misconception that the big river is the moat, which is really sad to think about. ”

"My lord, although the Roman civilization is a pure cold weapon combat, but with a variety of powerful riding beasts, their air power is not weak.

I always felt that things might not be that simple, maybe the war behemoths that the Roman lords had lurked in the Osgreen River were more powerful than we expected. Hearing the excessive debasement of the faith in his heart to the enemy, the black-robed old man hesitated, bowed deeply, and reminded in a low voice.

"I'm just saying that, Azmuk, in fact, in the shortest possible time, in the most effortless way, we have planned and prepared the method of defeating the alliance of the Roman nobles in the shortest possible time," Zhang Lisheng said with a laugh: "The large-scale biochemical fleet is a gift I have prepared for a stronger enemy in the future, and the Romans are not worthy of accepting it." ”

As he spoke, the battle formation assembled by the alliance of the Roman nobles in the distance had begun to slowly advance in columns, pressing towards the stone castle.

"The aristocratic coalition has really taken the initiative to attack us, Azmuk," feeling the enemy's unstoppable momentum, Zhang Lisheng was silent for a moment, and his tone became cautious and low: "Now that the decisive battle has begun, we should also take our places."

Tell Sù Carthage, no matter what, we must block the offensive of the coalition forces of the Roman lords, and at the same time there is no need to launch a large-scale counterattack and waste troops, as long as we hold on, the final victory is within our reach. ”

"Yes, sir. The black-robed old man bowed his waist deeply in response, and then quickly retreated from the arrow tower, at the same time, Zhang Lisheng waved his hand to summon a hurricane, wrapped his body and rose into the sky, and after a while, the figure had become the size of a bean, and disappeared without a trace in the bright sunlight.

In the battle formation of the Roman Lord Alliance, which was gradually moving away from the banks of the Oss River, a burly man dressed in black and red armor and cloak, riding on the back of a huge one-horned dragon, saw from a distance that the black-haired young man flew up to the clouds without borrowing a trace of external force and disappeared, and frowned unconsciously.

Then the man sighed quietly, and in a strange tone, he looked at the one beside him, who was also riding on the back of a slightly smaller unicorn tyrannosaurus, dressed in heavy armor. The powerful warrior holding the tower shield said, "Asom, you see how comfortable the believers of those otherworldly gods are, they are simply capable of flying in the sky. ”

"Yes, my king," replied the commander of the Praetorian Guard guarding King Oster's side, looking intently ahead, in a low voice, "the power of the evil god is indeed great. ”

"But we're not weak!" A blank expression flashed on his face, and then his gaze became resolute and confident, the burly man gritted his teeth, squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, and suddenly unwrapped a rolled banner from the brass ring on the side of the riding beast, and shouted: "Oster, charge, charge, charge..." (to be continued......)