Chapter 1021: Successful Beheading
"Puff!" Bisyer, the commander of the Fifteen Fanatics Legion, spat out a mouthful of blood, then threw a desperate punch at Ardashir's precious horse. With one punch, just one punch, Ardashir's horse was killed on the spot, and then Bisyer's chest was cut open by Ardashir's knife.
As a pure ascetic fanatic, Bisyer was also one of the pillars that allowed the church to survive during the Dark Ages. He sheltered many church believers by becoming the protector of Rome.
Rome did not persecute him too much because he was the protector of Rome, and simply used these church believers as a means to control Bisyer.
However, when the church rose, Bisyer quickly gave up everything he had and returned to the Lord's camp.
And relying on his extremely fanatical faith, he became the commander of the 15th Legion.
But at this moment his heart was filled with despair, for Ardashir was about to step past him.
Bisyer's powerful attack directly broke Ardashir's weapon. He roared and shot out the weapon in his hand, smashing the upper body of the Holy Death Knight who failed to dodge behind him.
However, everything was meaningless. Ardashir did not get entangled with him for too long, but left him with a deep scar and then passed by him.
"You cowardly sinner, you dare not compete with God's servants!" Bisyer mocked Ardashir madly.
Ardashir didn't say much. He took out a standard spear and continued to kill forward.
There was no anger, nor rebuke. Ardashir knew very well that he was about to achieve his goal. In just a dozen steps, he would break through the defense line of the 15th Fanatic Legion. After passing this point, the sea would be wide enough for fish to leap and the sky would be high enough for birds to fly.
St. Peter III was right in front of him. As long as he killed him, it would be a very easy task to kill St. Peter III.
Even if St. Peter III had guards around him, it would only be a little more effort for the Holy Fallen Knights.
Seeing this, Bisyer roared and rushed towards Ardashir, but Ardashir ignored him and rushed forward.
Seeing this scene, Bisyer clearly understood that the church had lost, their Pope was about to die tragically under Ardashir's butcher knife, and they could do nothing.
"It's troublesome, this is really troublesome!"
Benito looked at the defense line that was about to be broken, then quietly switched to the talent of the Fifth Skylark, and then secretly modified the light and shadow in front, causing the angle of St. Peter III in Ardashir's eyes to have some slight deviations.
Although Benito could not guarantee that it would be effective over a long period of time, on a battlefield like this, every minute of delaying the enemy was a good thing.
Benito secretly modified the perspective of the Holy Death Knight. In such a chaotic army, if one is not careful, a deviation of about thirty degrees will not be easy to detect in a short period of time.
However, although it was only a 30-degree deflection, by the time the Holy Fallen Knights rushed over, they might already be hundreds of meters away from the original target.
This is already Benito's limit. Even if he wanted to surround the enemy now, he is powerless. He has done his best and left the rest to fate.
"Forget it, let him be. But we can't control that side, so we have to put in some effort here!" Benito withdrew his gaze. The legions led by Jin Wushu and Temujin were fighting in front of him.
If the head of St. Peter III could be exchanged for two military souls and one three talents, it doesn’t seem to be a bad thing for Rome!
Benito acted as he thought. He directly called the soldiers of the 16th Paladin Legion and followed them to besiege Temujin's Mongolian cavalry.
Frederick also began to fight desperately at this time. He no longer cared about Ardashir. Temujin's scimitar in front of him was getting heavier each time.
The opponent has begun to transform his illusory momentum into strength bit by bit.
This discovery made Frederick feel uneasy. If the opponent kept getting stronger, there was only one possibility. That was that the Holy Fallen Knights behind him might have really broken through the defense line and started beheading people.
Frederick was anxious and his hand movements began to change. Temujin seized the opportunity and suppressed him harshly, leaving him no chance to turn back.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Frederick became more and more violent, and the sword in his hand danced like a windmill, but he was suppressed by Temujin's scimitar.
"Hahaha, you're anxious. Do you want to know the situation of the battle later? I can tell you that Ardashir has already charged over!" Temujin used words to speed up Frederick's uneasiness.
Frederick's movements became more and more distorted. He felt a little regretful. After all, he made a mistake. He should have let Gabriel hold off Temujin.
As a commander, losing control of the battle situation is an intolerable mistake.
But no matter how much he regretted, it was of no use. He could only pray to God that St. Peter III could escape the disaster.
But if you think about it rationally, it seems that the death of St. Peter III is better news for him?
Without St. Peter III, he seemed to have become a favorable contender for the Pope again, and this time he was Severus's man and would inevitably get Severus' support.
With this thought in mind, Frederick's hands returned to steady motion.
Temujin was a little surprised, but after seeing the relief on Frederick's face, Temujin guessed the truth of the matter.
So that's how it is.
I wish the top leader would die so that I can take his place.
"Why not let us go and earn some reputation for yourself?" Temujin sent the bewitching voice into Frederick's ears.
Philippe was startled, and his movements slowed down unconsciously for a moment, but returned to normal in an instant.
"Your proposal may be good, but how can I conspire with a sinner like you!" Frederick sneered.
Temujin's advice was good, but believing the enemy's words on the battlefield is basically seeking death.
No matter how good Temujin's advice was, he didn't believe a word of it.
Temujin sneered twice, knowing that Frederick had been tempted, so he only needed to wait for Ardashir to succeed and he could get away.
And it is definitely easier than escaping originally, but correspondingly, they may suffer fierce attacks from the opponent in the later stage.
After all, as a successor, only by avenging the predecessor can he win the hearts of the people.
However, that is all a matter for the future, and we can find a way to deal with it when the time comes. The most important thing now is to get out of this situation.
Although he could definitely break out with his burning military spirit and the cooperation with Jin Wushu, the casualties would probably not be small.
On the other side, after charging for a distance, Ardashir found that he had not broken through the defense line of the 15th Legion. He instantly realized that his eyes had deceived him, or that someone had made what he saw no longer real.
If it was the first time that Ardashir encountered this situation, he might still think about it, but the existence of this disgusting thing, the Fifth Skylark, made Ardashir react instantly. This legion's ability to manipulate light and shadow was enough to make people despair.
There is no doubt that the opponent should have deflected the angle of his charge, but I don't know how much. The opponent was able to make it perfect with pure light and shadow. At least the legion led by Ardashir now has no way to distinguish how much the direction of his charge deviated from the direction he theoretically estimated.
"Oh no, the Fifth Skylark is here too?"
Ardashir's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant. The Fifth Skylark was an assassin hidden in the shadows. If he didn't handle it well, he would most likely be stabbed in the back by the Fifth Skylark.
If it were any other situation, Ardashir could have slowly distinguished and used his will to find the Fifth Skylark, but now the Fifteenth Legion was right beside him, and wasting time would only put him in trouble.
"No, no, no, calm down. There is no way the intelligence system could have such a big flaw. It should be the Fourteenth Legion. Can the talent of infinite transformation achieve such an effect?"
However, Ardashir quickly broke through the restrictions and thought of the fourteen combinations of talents that he had just switched. Although he had heard of it before, this ability to use other people's abilities, and which were somewhat identical, was really surprising.
"There's no time to waste!" Ardashir decisively abandoned his distracting thoughts.
"Everyone, follow me over here!" Ardashir rushed directly in a certain direction based on his intuition, and Benito's face suddenly darkened. He actually found the right direction by feeling!
He was not sure whether there was a mistake in his manipulation of light and shadow, or whether Ardashir really found the right direction based on simple intuition .
But this no longer made any sense. Ardashir had found the right direction, and now St. Peter III had to retreat.
"Your Holiness, the 15th Legion's defense line has been breached. Please leave here quickly!" Benito used light and shadow to condense an avatar to convey information to St. Peter III.
St. Peter III's face turned dark, and he was in a dilemma as to whether to leave or not.
"There is no time to hesitate, Your Holiness, please leave quickly!" After saying this, Benito disappeared.
Anyway, he had passed on the information. It was St. Peter III's freedom to leave or not. Even if he died, he would at most go to pay his respects. The rest had nothing to do with him, a Roman senator.
What he should do is to concentrate his strength to kill the two super legions in front of him.
What belongs to the Church belongs to the Church, and what belongs to Rome belongs to Rome. Benito puts his position very straight.
It is also difficult to say whether the higher-ups have the intention of killing St. Peter III. Benito cannot act on his own and should just do what he should do. The rest has nothing to do with him as a legion commander.
When he left, the treasurer hinted that he should create more deaths of the barbarians, and that he could just make a mistake once or twice if necessary.
This is the only way to reduce military spending and increase revenue while reducing expenditure. Benito does not want to let down the God of Wealth's earnest teachings.
However, Benito overlooked one problem, that is, the Eagle Flag Legion and the barbarians are completely different, and the Eagle Flag Legion has to pay pensions.
Now he is having fun using the Sixteenth Legion as a shield, and when the time comes to pay out the pensions, it will be even more fun.
But Benito also had his reasons. After all, he couldn't let their 14th Legion fight. That was not realistic.
"It's here!" Ardashir pierced the soldier of the 15th Legion opposite with a spear, and leaped out first based on his feeling. At this time, the Roman soldiers scattered on both sides still could not gather together completely because of the mobility of their short legs.
However, at this moment, the last line of defense established by the 15th Legion had been torn open by Ardashir. As Ardashir's horse leaped up, the entire line of defense lost its meaning in front of the Holy Fallen Knights, and the breakthrough came at this moment.
Whenever a hole is torn in the array, the entire array will begin to split due to the problem of clouds. In this way, even the most powerful legion can be killed for this reason.
By the time they gathered together again, the Holy Fallen Knights had already gone far away.
As a cavalry unit, the mobility of the Holy Fallen Cavalry is excellent, far exceeding that of some ordinary cavalry legions, not to mention the short-legged legions of Rome.
The Paladin Corps, although it has knights, but because they are selected from the barbarians, it is actually just a heavy infantry corps, but with stronger survivability.
St. Peter III stood on the platform in silence.
"You guys go away. As God's agent, I can die, but I can never escape!" At this moment, St. Peter III did not look like he wanted to run away at the beginning.
Or maybe he was not afraid of death himself, but what he was afraid of was that no one would spread the gospel of the Lord.
The people around did not move. Some of them might be opportunistic, but they were also prepared to make sacrifices. Sometimes death is not a terrible thing.
However, facing the threat of death, St. Peter III figured out many things, the most important of which was Cyprian, who had always assisted him but was completely absent at this moment.
"I command you to follow Bishop Cyprian. He will be the hope of the church!"
"The Church can do without me, Saint Peter, but it cannot do without Bishop Cyprian. He is our hope and the true representative of the Lord!"
Several paladins and cardinals saluted silently and left.
This is the order of Bishop St. Peter III, and they should obey it.
"Cyprian, with you here, even if I die, it will not affect the expansion of the church!" St. Peter III smiled.
He did not try to escape, which would have put Cyprian in danger.
In that case, you might as well stand tall and face your fate, which is nothing but death.
It’s a good opportunity to experience it for myself and see if I can see the Lord of my dreams.
The sound of horse hooves gradually approached, but St. Peter III's face remained unmoved. He clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly to his god and for the future of the church.
"Die!" Ardashir looked at the praying Saint Peter III, flew over and slashed with a knife, directly beheading Saint Peter III.
Although I was a little curious as to why St. Peter III had no guards around him, the self-evident thing about him said it all; he was definitely the Pope.
After beheading St. Peter III, he vaguely felt that he had absorbed something.
"The Pope is dead!" Ardashir's roar resounded through the sky, striking the hearts of all believers like thunder.
