Chapter 1371: Chapter 77: For Rome’s Sake, Give Brother Ra a Hand_3
Caesar summoned the scant divine power remaining within him, desperately countering the might from the sun. Simultaneously, his spear lightly grazed the round shield covered in char marks as he stepped forward, straightening his spine, and let out a heart-wrenching roar:
“Eurynome of Order and Chaos, build walls of flesh and blood, form a city with the will of the people! This body is Rome, this world is Rome!
The Roman soldiers, with resolute eyes, leaned back to back, sacrificing their flesh and blood, raising their shields high, building an iron wall to defend Rome on the spot.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thousands of Flame Spears fell like a storm of meteors, shattering tens of thousands of shields woven together by divine will. Behind these shields, the Roman soldiers who bound their will to them collapsed in fatigue, spewing blood, wilting as they fell.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Subsequently, Roman soldiers below one by one were ignited by the flames, twisting painfully as they turned to ash.
But in the end, the Roman shield formation, at the price of collective injury, withstood the strike from the deities.
The diverted light from the flames shot towards the ocean, causing massive waves to erupt nearly a hundred meters high, with mist rising in huge swathes.
Garna slowly descended, gazing at the teetering Roman soldiers with rare respect and seriousness in his amber eyes:
“To block a strike from the gods with the will of men, you are remarkable. As soldiers, you have done everything you could, discharging your duties without dishonor to this land. Therefore, surrender. This is not a humiliating defeat, but an honorable exit. I will persuade Darius III to grant you the honors befitting heroes.”
Caesar wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, bursting into laughter:
“Warriors! Tell him your answer!”
Simultaneously, staggering figures, wounded and battered, gathered here, proudly beating their shields, issuing a collective, mocking declaration:
“Come and take it if you can!”
“Come and take it if you can!”
“Come and take it if you can!”
One after another, warriors emerged from the ruins, gravel, and craters, stepping over the bodies and broken swords of comrades on the ground, gathering forward.
They laughed wildly, releasing with abandon, raising their chests, joining the shout.
Since there is nowhere to retreat, then fight on!
Because at their feet lies Rome, and behind them stands glory!
“With War God Mars above, our resolve gathers here, burns here!”
Caesar bellowed, his divine blood burning fiercely within him.
“Victory! Victory! Victory!”
Almost simultaneously, all the Roman soldiers behind him stood their ground, shields raised, their blood aura burning, hurling spears toward the golden sun burning fiercely in mid-air. The gathered army jointly resonated, forging a forest of steel spears blazing like fire.
Alive, life burns unceasingly.
Until the final moment of the battle, no one knows which ember’s light and heat shine the brightest.
“Very well, since you have made your choice, no need for mercy, no need for censure on the battlefield. Your courage deserves my full effort, as a tribute to warriors of a foreign land. Farewell to this world!”
Garna’s spear adorned with sun wheel decorations slowly unfolded metallic spikes, frantically absorbing the magic factors around.
“Witness the King of Gods’ mercy; extinction is this strike. My father, Surya, use this to observe, descend your divine power, burn everything!”
Under the solemn divine word, the authority of Sun God Surya, the craftsmanship of Brahma the Creator God, and the divine spear of Heavenly Emperor Indra, all converged into an invincible torrent of flames, delivering an annihilating blow towards the wavering, weakened defense!
In an instant, the ten thousand spears thrown by Roman soldiers melted into iron liquid, and the incinerating heat pierced through the scholars’ feeble magic defenses, cascading down upon fragile lives.
In the nick of time, a solemn chant came from the distant horizon:
“All phenomena, all things, converge upon my spear—Rome was born of my spear!”
In that instant, a green vitality bursting with life energy emerged from the ground in front of the Romans, extending branches and gathering countless blood-cohesive threads, forming a flourishing citadel that repelled the fiery torrent from the sky.
The Romans’ eyes filled with excitement.
Because the citadel resembled Rome as they remembered it.
Legend has it that the origin of Rome was a sapling grown from a withered branch into the Tree of Nation Creation, along with another Gun of Nation Creation modeled after a tree trunk.
At this moment, only one hero could manifest such a miracle.
The Roman soldiers all looked back simultaneously.
Behold, a man clad in golden armor, wielding a branch-like spear, towering in stature and magnificent in appearance, was striding toward them.
— Divine Ancestor Romulus!
The soldiers cheered in unison, their faces brimming with fervor that could not be contained.
Garna sensed the surging divine will of the newcomer and decisively elevated his divine presence to the utmost:
“Scorch the mountains and boil the seas, unprecedented and unmatched—O Sun Wheel, comply with death!”
High temperature and divine power swept through, the ground cracking and sinking as the divine tree shielding the Roman soldiers emitted a groan, unable to bear the load.
Seeing this, Romulus immediately traversed the void, arriving at the battle formation, raising his hand to grasp the trunk of the divine tree, causing it to reveal the true appearance of the Gun of Nation Creation, madly gathering and extracting the spirituality of the Roman world’s spirit vein, solemnly chanting:
“My body is Rome, the world is Rome! Stars bless this moment, eternal nation, descend upon it. My love encompasses all things! My spear reaches everything! Our arm pioneers all—to the horizon!”
A massive golden light wheel spread and undulated, a golden-red spear-like light belt shot towards Garna in mid-air, swallowing the flames of this son of the Sun God inch by inch.
Garna is no match for that man!
Arjuna and Garsab’s faces suddenly changed, hastening towards the battlefield ahead, intending to support their disadvantaged comrade, heedless of clearing the Atlantis mechanized soldiers from the battlefield.
However, before they could reach the scene, a solemn divine word reverberated by their ears:
“With the gods above, my spear does not break, does not bend, penetrates all!”
On the horizon, a middle-aged man with a beard and a decadent aura vigorously hurled a spear forward.
The divine power emitted by the spearhead was enough to easily destroy six ancient city walls fortified by defensive charms.
Amid deafening roars, Arjuna, like a falling meteor, crashed into the Persian camp.
Simultaneously, a golden-haired girl with dragon horns, dressed in a splendid gown, retrieved a gemstone-encrusted golden cup from the magic circle diagram, pouring the divine liquid within onto the ground while chanting:
“Golden cup, overflowing here;
My Moutian, erected here;
My theater, unveiled here;
This is the gods’ hall, this is heaven’s gate;
The seven seals are revealed, the seven trumpets sound;
The hall mausoleum of the Seven Hills, inscribe your name!”
Under the resonant divine word, specks of light gathered, originating from the sea, the ground, the sky, the mountains, and even from the bones of the deceased Romans, converging into countless visible golden light bands, constructing a lavish and extravagant golden theater on the spot.
Seven menacing red dragon heads emerged from seven directions of the theater, opening their giant mouths simultaneously, spewing scorching torrents that could incinerate all things upon the [audience] trapped within the theater.
“Behold, your apocalypse!”
The golden-haired girl laughed, discarding the empty golden cup, and then drew from the magic diagram her conductor’s baton—a large crimson sword inscribed with Latin, rushing towards her stage, her battlefield.
These two have also arrived!
Alexander and Caesar, as if sensing something, raised their eyes towards both sides of the horizon,
Simultaneously, thunder rumbled across the ground.
Two fully armed Roman legions, under the command of two Roman generals, marched grandiosely across the pitted battlefield, enveloping the unprepared Persian army, slicing them in half.
It’s Pompey and Octavian!
The two exchanged a glance, unanimously spitting out the blood in their mouths and drawing their swords, roaring:
“Charge, everyone! Take down these Persians!”
“Victory! Victory! Victory!”
The Roman soldiers, seeing their reinforcements arrive, cheered in unison, charging like fierce tigers down a mountain towards the disarrayed Persian army.