Spartamocles, the Heroic Spirit, who has the strength of a quasi-god, is essentially composed of three parts, Spartacus, a slave liberator, Damocles, the sword of the demigod kingship, and Dharma, a demigod warrior monk.

The former is good at military strategy, tactics, and troop arrangement, and the latter does not hesitate to load the martial arts plug-in for Starbucks, and cooperate with the sword of royal power that can kill gods, which is simply a perfect embodiment of the "Trinity" concept of cross theology.

As soon as the quasi-god Spartan Mocles appeared, he quickly united the slaves of the feudal lords from all over the southern Italia Peninsula with amazing appeal, established the Spartan military-political system in which all the people were soldiers, and promoted more than a dozen deputies to take charge of different affairs.

He learned the lessons of historical failures, and instead of leading a large number of slave legions to eat big households, he made a big effort to lay down a territory, firmly occupied it, and placed most of the old, weak, sick and disabled in this free territory called "Sparta", and he himself led a small number of elites to carry out a cannibalizing attack on the surrounding lords.

The feudal lords of the Italian Peninsula who were proficient in power and scheming were not easy to mess with, and in the increasingly fantastical present, the nurturing family magicians and knights who were invincible became the basis for consolidating the power and status of the feudal lords.

It's a pity that no matter how clever the power of the subordinates is, no matter how sharp the various unbelievable conspiracies are, under the crushing of absolute violence, they can't stop it for a long time, just like a castle with high walls, it can't resist the bronze artillery of the Desert Empire at all, it's exactly the same reason.

After all, the Heroic Spirit Spartan Mocles is not only a clever commander, but also a quasi-god who is proficient in various divine martial arts, but he has a god-killing divine weapon, which makes the ancient gods entrenched in the base camp of the Cross Sect maintain a cautious attitude, just urging the clans who can smoothly reproduce and expand the population, and launch a tentative attack on the free territory in the south of the Italian Peninsula.

The descendants of these evil gods were the best reinforcements for the feudal lords who had endured the attacks of the slave legions, and they opened their arms to warmly welcome the Holy Knights and the Magi Order.

The Duchy of Nablus in the southern part of the Italia Peninsula was a vast and fertile land occupied by the Goths, a barbarian group, and established endless wheat fields and vineyards, and the knightly lordships were located on the periphery of the principality, following the system of the frontier aristocracy, all established by the pioneers of great military achievements.

The lord of the barony within a radius of a hundred miles is usually the lord of these pioneer knights, the subordinate commander of the former knights. The large number of baronies, most of whom were honorary captains and powerful captains of the Order, formed the cornerstone of the pyramid of power in the Duchy of Nablus.

Further up there are only the four four counts, corresponding to the four strategic directions, all of whom are themselves the Grand Master of a Knightly Order. And the marquis is more of an honorary title, derived from the bloodline side branch of the Grand Duke of Nabrius, belonging to the "court nobility" series.

In order to consolidate the foundation of the "Spartan" free domain, and expand more living space for the slave followers who were free from shackles, Spartan Mocles was ready to open the way with the Duchy of Nabrius, after all, he was one of the few great nobles in the south of the Italia Peninsula.

The pioneer knights who pioneered for several generations have long been lying on the merits of their ancestors and enjoying themselves, and their strong bodies are almost as good as the mellow wine and the belly of women, and they are slightly stronger than ordinary people.

These losers don't deserve a staggering amount of wealth and land, and they were picked by the quasi-god Spartamocles as soft persimmons to break through the defenses of the Duchy of Nabris.

The pioneer knights, whose life was rotten and the power of their family's private army had greatly diminished, were unsurprisingly overwhelmed by the mud and stone walls by all the elite small slave troops, and their extravagant and decadent lives were interrupted, and their fortunes changed dramatically overnight.

The Pioneer Knights' many slaves were natives of the Italan Peninsula, the remnants of the Romani Empire, and although they had been enslaved for generations, few of them were deeply servile. In the past, there was no chance, but now that the "slave liberators" Spartacus have come forward, these people naturally raised the banner of rebellion in front of the battle, took the lead in defecting, and turned around and stabbed the former master in the back.

The elite of the "Freeman Legion", which is dominated by gladiators, was originally unfamiliar with the place, and it was not fast to advance in the core area of the knight domain, but there were liberated knight slaves to lead the way, out of unconditional trust, the two sides tacitly joined hands to seize the fleeting opportunity, and finally blocked the pioneer knight family in the fortress-like old mansion.

To deal with this kind of easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack building, the quasi-god Heroic Spirit Spartan Mocles thought about it, there are at least seven or eight ways, but the simplest ones are two, water and fire!

Jars of pressed olive oil, soaked in the blood and sweat of the slaves, were lifted out of the cellars opened by the freed slaves and neatly stacked in a pile of "fire oil bombs" near the improvised small trebuchet.

The pioneer knight family trapped in the old mansion of their hometown, the butlers, deacons and other servants who were once followers either died on the way to escape, or voluntarily surrendered and were supervised by the enemy, and now there are not many people around to serve.

The sons and daughters of the brocade clothes and jade food did not expect that such a day would come, neglecting the training of martial arts, especially the training of the physique, their strength and physical fitness compared with ordinary people did not open up the gap at all.

In other words, this is the epitome of an individual member of the rentier class who forgot the original intention of hard development and chose to degenerate and enjoy, and at the last moment of destruction and destruction, he could not show even the slightest bit of courage, put on the armor of the pioneer knight, brandished the sword of his ancestors, and launched a final decisive attack on the slave army that came from the rejuvenation.

Even the head of the family with the title of knight, his body hollowed out by wine, and his sluggish spirit that was drained by a comfortable life, could not lift or hold the family heirloom sword at all. Even if he barely grasped it in his hand, he couldn't swing a powerful slash.

Seeing the rebellious slaves outside the city walls, helping the enemy to prepare for the fire attack, the panic in the heart of the head of the family was completely manifested on his face, his forehead was instantly covered with sweat, his face was pale and almost transparent, he couldn't help but breathe heavily, like a drowning man, as if he found that the air was not enough, and wanted to take two more breaths.

At the most dangerous moment, the "magician" from the Crusader stronghold, with the whirlwind as his wings, harnessed the atmospheric currents as fast as galloping horses, and landed in the burning fortress of war.

Then, the Holy Knights, who had replaced their horses with flying skills, landed in front of the Pioneer Knight Master one after another, letting out a roar like a meteorite landing.

The quasi-god Valhalla Mocles looked at this scene and couldn't help but think of what he had seen and heard in Valhalla, the Heroic Spirit Legion directly under the god Odin, through the Rainbow Bridge direct plane lock-on, the decapitation tactic that descended on the enemy's heart.

"Strange! The heroic spirits of the Europa continent seem to appear in Odin's sleep in an instant after the hero's death. My Trinity is special, not only fusing divine soldiers, but also a demigod warrior monk in a distant and exotic land, which should not be successful, and perhaps there seems to be a hidden mechanism in it that I still don't understand!"