Chapter 986: The Nineteenth Legion - Michael
"Two Eagle Flag Legions!" Ardashir took out his scimitar and looked at the camp opposite with a grim expression. Just how much Rome has invested can be seen from here.
The two armies advanced simultaneously, but two Eagle Flag Legions were deployed in the vanguard. In the past, two Eagle Flag Legions with their barbarians were enough to reach the vicinity of Taisifeng.
"Seventeenth Legion, Sixth Legion, let me see what you are capable of!" Ardashir said loudly as he looked at the camp opposite that had already started moving.
Although there is wind and snow, it is not completely cold and the real winter has not yet arrived, so it is the best time to fight.
In the snow, Ardashir rode his horse in front of all the soldiers and said, "I don't know how many people are in the enemy camp, but it doesn't matter. We must win this battle!"
"We will win!" All the cavalrymen behind Ardashir shouted while brandishing their swords. Then Ardashir pulled the reins, and the precious horses under him stood up and stepped on the ground again. The thin snow accumulated on the ground was directly shaken away, and then thousands of horses galloped!
A riot broke out in the Roman camp, and the galloping charge of thousands of horses made the barbarians in the camp panic.
After all, these barbarian troops were not the elite barbarians selected by Pompianus, but just the most ordinary Roman barbarians on the European continent. They were just believers in the church.
Although they have certain strength, if they really have the ability to punch the strong, the barbarians with absolute numerical advantage would have overthrown Rome long ago.
So in essence, the vast majority of Roman barbarians were still well-tamed by Roman citizens, and they were scum who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Faced with such a terrifying momentum, they would instinctively feel fear even if there were angels in the camp.
But they were afraid, and the angels were not shaken at all, instead they were angry.
"Arrogant sinner!" The camp in front of Ardashir erupted in terrible anger.
"A demigod who breaks through boundaries?" Ardashir raised his eyebrows, but there was not a trace of fluctuation in his heart. Who isn't a demigod who breaks through boundaries?
The Archangel Michael, who led the camp, was extremely angry. In their eyes, Ardashir's actions were an offense to the Lord.
"The Lord says, let there be light!" Michael drew out his sword and held it high, and everyone heard Michael's voice.
At this moment, Ardashir, who was charging, did not understand what Michael meant.
Then the next moment he felt the power of the wind and clouds stagnating and the nature reversing.
Michael, the Vice-Lord of Heaven and Lord of Light, descended into the human world and came online once again. The terrifying aura spread out from Michael as the center.
The light golden transparent feather special effect, after clearing the wind and snow around, floated down on all the barbarian soldiers. In just a moment, all the barbarian soldiers seemed to have broken through the boundary wall, and their momentum continued to rise.
It doesn't matter how much the fighting power has increased. At least this kind of momentum has directly overwhelmed Parthia and made it breathless. Some soldiers even trembled because of this terrifying momentum.
The aura that seemed like a natural enemy invaded them, and they felt a kind of suppression from the soul.
But no one collapsed and no one retreated.
After all, these Parthian soldiers were elite soldiers selected by Ardashir, and only elite soldiers could carry out such a brave plan.
“Die!”
All the Roman auxiliary troops were full of strength at this moment. The hesitation caused by the galloping Parthian horses was wiped out in an instant. The enemy, life and death, were all nonsense. The archangel was behind us, and we would eventually win the final victory!
Even if we die in battle, under the protection of the Lord, we will ascend to heaven and become part of the angels.
This was a deliberate move by the church to reincarnate believers who died in battle into angels, but their strength did not change at all, and even consumed a lot of energy.
It is not economically cost-effective, but as a miracle, this thing is very effective. What people fear most is the unknown after death, but now they know that as long as they have firm faith and fight for their faith, they will go to heaven.
They are fearless.
"Hurrah!" The Ura charge began again. No one knew if it was someone's last roar before he died in battle, or it was the excited roar of someone when he exploded. Anyway, with this roar, the Ura roar became one and all the Roman barbarians shouted slogans and rushed forward with guns.
Their strength is actually not that strong, but under the blessing of this idealistic belief, they have all become fanatical believers.
Michael's trick is actually the blessing of idealism. Under the transformation of faith, even the most rubbish barbarian shallow believer's strength soars to a single talent, and more normal barbarians directly jump to double talents.
This group of barbarians had already been screened by the church, which had selected a group of believers who at least had normal beliefs using slogans of holy war and faith.
Perhaps there is indeed a certain gap in quality between the two sides, but with the blessing of idealistic power, they possess a certain combat effectiveness.
A golden glow began to be released from the bodies of some of the auxiliary soldiers. It was the power absorbed from destiny, combined with the imagination of these auxiliary soldiers, and transformed into dazzling wings of light extending from their backs.
It cannot fly and cannot provide protection, but this pair of light wings can continuously transform the Seraph special effects released by Archangel Michael into real power.
This pair of wings of light, like a spiritual sustenance, transfers the soldiers' inner faith in the Lord to Michael who is sent down to walk among the humans, and combines it with the power bestowed upon them by the archangels, transforming it into a continuous source of blessings.
Isn’t this a bit too unreasonable?
But faith is irrational.
A third-rate army only cares about fame and honor, a second-rate army fights for survival, a first-rate army fights for the country, and the difference between the first-rate and the first-rate is that they add faith to the first three and are not afraid of anything for the sake of faith.
Although the church only took away part of the faith, it also made the church army stronger.
"Crush them!"
In order to establish his authority, Michael decided to end the battle quickly.
Only by crushing the Lord's enemies can the Lord's glory be spread to the world.
Michael immediately exerted all his strength and activated the special effects of his hidden power.
In an instant, the auxiliary soldiers who had grown wings of light expanded in strength at a visible rate, with the power of destiny, the power of faith, and the amplification of the wings of light.
This is Michael's power, which can also be called the talent of the legion, or more precisely, the talent of faith.
Allow believers with firm faith to be strengthened according to their beliefs, and when combined with their original idealistic talents, the effect is outstanding.
Feeling the vast light and majestic momentum, Ardashir was not moved at all, "Bloom, my heart, no one can stop me in my way!"
Angels are the church’s belief. What does it have to do with Parthia? They don’t believe in angels.
The blood-red light burst out directly from Ardashir's body, and with his strong will, he covered all the soldiers and killed them without saying much.
Whether it is God or an angel, what stands before them is the enemy.
The saint dies at this moment.
No matter if it’s the seventeenth or the nineteenth one, just kill him!
"Kill it for me!" At this moment, Ardashir was like a god possessed, and he chopped the obstacle in front of him into pieces. The moment Ardashir's horse stepped on the bumps behind the obstacle, it was as if he was stepping on a solid object and he stepped over it directly!
If clouds pave the way, so will Parthia.
The combination of the two empires' technology trees allowed Parthia's cloud magic to rise extremely fast.
"Kill them all!" Feeling the blessing of the entire army like a radiant light, Ardashir's expression changed slightly and he gave the order in a cold and stern manner.
At the same time, the loss of power and the reverse flow of clouds had a considerable impact on Ardashir's escort cavalry. However, even so, the momentum of the Parthian Legion led by Ardashir did not decline at all, but instead continued to rise!
No matter what the situation is, you don't need to think about it anymore. If there is no way ahead, then killing the opponent is the way. Everything can be easy at this moment, except this heart!
On the other side, seeing the light and shadow of Ardashir's scimitar extending to cut through the barricades, and then advancing with unstoppable force, Michael knew that he had met a tough opponent today.
With the intervention of St. Peter III, they had a clear understanding of the Roman legions. Without their true bodies awakened, their strength was absolutely no match for the Roman Empire.
In fact, he is not the real Michael, but a believer who inherited the name of an angel, or Michael .
Just as the Kushan gods and Buddhas can move from fantasy to reality, and just as the Japanese gods and demons can turn fantasy into reality, they are also angels born from faith and walk the world with the help of human bodies.
In mythology, this is also a very common thing, where gods come down to earth to spread faith and create immortal glory in war.
There are similar plots in Greek, Nordic, heaven, hell, and even Eastern mythology.
For example, the White Tiger surrendered to the Tang Dynasty three times, the Azure Dragon descended to the mortal world four times, and various gods and Buddhas reincarnated to the mortal world to fight. These are all extremely common plots.
It’s just that this time Michael came directly from faith and maintained the shaping of faith.
The other angels traveling with them were in a similar state.
So Michael and his men were directly incorporated into the legions of the Roman Empire and became the commander of the Roman Eagle Legion.
Michael was leading the First Angel Regiment of the Seventeenth Eagle Flag Legion. All the angel warriors under his command were transformed from elite barbarian warriors. They possessed strong qualities and unified beliefs.
"General Miller, let the auxiliary troops block the retreat, and leave the front to me!" shouted Achino, the commander of the Sixth Eagle Flag Triumphal Legion.
Michael's human body is named Miller. Most of the Eagle Flag Legion commanders actually don't know the truth about Michael and the other seven archangels.
I just thought that they were human beings who gained strength from their faith.
It’s like the visualization of the Kushan gods and Buddhas.
However, even if these Eagle Flag Legion commanders knew about this, they would not change their attitude. So what if they are angels? Everything still depends on the swords in their hands.
The Roman auxiliary troops could not stop Ardashir. The opponent's Holy Meteorite Cavalry was like a sharp blade that directly pierced through the Roman auxiliary troops in front. Not only did it not consume the opponent's energy, but it made the opponent more powerful.
The opponent was already much stronger than the first time he followed the Thirteen Roses to fight against Rest. But it didn't matter. As time went by, it wasn't just Ardashir who became stronger!
He, Achino, has also become stronger!
"The Sixth Triumph!" Achino roared to the sky, and the eagle flag shone brightly in an instant.
The moment Achino opened his mouth, he rushed towards Ardashir's headquarters with a mighty echo.
This is momentum, this is power, accompanied by a roar.
The First Eagle Flag Guard of the Sixth Triumphal Legion directly stopped the eagle flag, and a golden light burst out, covering the entire Sixth Triumphal Legion.
At the same time, the Roman heavy infantrymen who were originally wearing silver-white armor suddenly grew taller under the golden glow, and the muscles between the armor were also covered with a layer of metallic silver-gray.
The effect after the sixth eagle flag is opened is the effect given by Augustus with reference to the method reserved by Caesar. It is to transform the fighting spirit and fighting will into the power of one's own qualities.
In fact, it is more in line with the environment of that year. In the current environment, clouds are the broader road. The realistic environment destined the cloud system to be more in line with the current era.
Therefore, after Augustus deployed the Seventh Eagle Flag Legion, he also made some adjustments to the Sixth Triumph, weakening the conversion ratio of fighting spirit and determination, allowing the cloud energy and internal energy to participate in the conversion.
As the eagle flag bloomed with glory, all the soldiers of the Sixth Triumph were transformed from ordinary stature into sturdy little giants.
“This road is blocked!”
The Sixth Triumphal Legion roared at the first moment and launched a counterattack towards Ardashir.
"This road is blocked?" Ardashir rode ahead and laughed wildly, "Just open it up!"
There was no rain of arrows. The Romans were not blind. The effect of ordinary rain of arrows on Ardashir's headquarters was basically zero. Moreover, as a temporary frontier position, there was no time to bring in war equipment.
"Throw the spear!" Achino narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where Ardashir was rushing towards, and gave the order as soon as he reached the distance.
There was no way to dodge, or there was no time to dodge at all. They had to rely on the round shields in their arms to resist, or use the heavy scimitars in their hands to block. Even the elite among the guards could not avoid being directly pierced through, or being knocked off their horses and then crushed.
However, this kind of thing did not affect Ardashir 's momentum. He was still charging, and the guards behind him were also charging with him. There was no need to slow down. No matter what happened, he would not stop. He would either die in battle or be killed. It was so realistic!
The second wave of javelins was the same. It was not that Ardashir was not equipped with javelins, but he could not use them. Those consumables were for the final battle, and they were not enough now.
A mere Eagle Flag Legion, the Sixth Triumphal Legion, could never stop me.
Just kill them and kill them through!
