Chapter 1372: Chapter 78: You Want My Body? How Shameless!
Persia, a border town.
An oppressive and uneasy atmosphere permeates everywhere, with house doors tightly shut and the streets in disarray and desolation. Heavily armed Persian soldiers patrol back and forth, enforcing a city-wide lockdown.
Yet, even so, many Persian residents took advantage of the night to quietly flee the border, heading inland.
Because just a few days ago, the expeditionary force that was supposed to flatten the enemy nation and carve out territory for Persia with sword and fire returned, bringing back earth-shattering news.
The Persian army was defeated!
And it was an unprecedented disastrous defeat!
Hero King Garsab was killed in battle, Divine Archer Arash was severely injured…
Crown Prince Darius III, under the cover of the two alien heroes, Arjuna and Garna, luckily broke through the encirclement.
But as a cost, the accompanying Secret Mages, Meteor Legion, and Undead Army suffered heavy losses, with less than one in a hundred surviving.
A whole army of several hundred thousand, only less than twenty thousand routed soldiers escaped.
The causes of this disastrous defeat were, firstly, the commanders’ errors and misjudgment of the enemy’s power, and secondly, reportedly, several deities intervened in the battle, causing terrifying natural disasters that killed a large number of warriors.
Moreover, the residual effects of the divine power extended far beyond.
After this battle, the plain that served as the battlefield was completely transformed. The chaotic currents of magic power stirred up by the Divine War persisted for several weeks, with explosions and thunderous roars resounding for a thousand miles, and the dazzling aurora lighting up the night as if it were day. The aftermath nearly caused this small border town within the Persian Empire to sink into the cracked earth.
Thus, Persian residents, who had witnessed the dreadful aftermath of the divine power, fled inland like startled birds, trying to stay far from the flames of war about to reignite.
Because failure does not signify the end.
The monarchs of the Empire and the deities of the Pantheon will not easily swallow this humiliation.
Thus, the next war will soon arrive.
Meanwhile, in the Roman Divine Era, at Claudius’ Private Mansion.
Luo En looked up from behind his desk at the two patients who had just climbed out of their sickbeds, a trace of concern in his eyes:
“How’s your recovery?”
“Thanks to you, almost fully recovered,”
Caesar and Alexander shook their limbs, recently freed from bandages, smiling to indicate they were fine.
After all, with this Origin God personally ordering, they probably could be pieced back together by the priests of the Pantheon even if they got blasted into meat shreds.
Luo En nodded, summoned two chairs with a wave, signaled them to sit down, and then asked:
“What are your thoughts after the battle?”
Caesar and Alexander exchanged glances with the Origin God, showing hesitation:
“Do you want the truth?”
“Compared to the gods, humans are truly insignificant.”
Caesar and Alexander looked at each other and sighed in unison:
“Timing, geography, army training and coordination, strategy and tactics… we carefully executed every step, sacrificing so much to barely tilt the scales of victory in our favor.”
“However, as soon as the deities intervened, the situation immediately reversed. All our efforts became a joke. If it weren’t for the reinforcements you sent, we and our soldiers would likely have become the fallen under those Persian’s blades…”
As they spoke, their tone was filled with frustration.
As prominent military commanders in human history, they realized that even with the utmost strategic and tactical prowess, it seemed impossible to bridge the gap between humans and deities.
Correspondingly, in this war between the Divine Eras,
The gods seemed to be the main force determining the fate of their respective worlds, and the impact humans could make on the overall situation was negligible, even negligible.
Humans, still too insignificant, too powerless.
Their existence and efforts seemed almost meaningless for this war.
Seeing this brutal reality, Caesar and Alexander wore bitter expressions.
“Not so,” Luo En shook his head and earnestly said, “If it weren’t for you holding off the attack of hundreds of thousands of Persian soldiers with just a few tens of thousands, disrupting their formation and forcing these Persians to reveal their trump cards prematurely, Nero and the others wouldn’t have succeeded so readily. And being able to force deities to intervene personally with mere mortal bodies, regardless of the outcome, you’ve enough to be proud of.”
Caesar and Alexander felt a bit of comfort at these words.
But the deeply ingrained sense of powerlessness still left them with little joy after the victory.
Luo En couldn’t help but hum softly and said, “Alright, stop looking so glum, I’m not dead yet.
Persia has deities—do you not have them too?
Deities or humans, each has their own role to play.
Let gods resolve godly wars; let humans strive for human futures!
Why trouble yourselves unnecessarily?”
After hearing Luo En’s words of comfort, Caesar and Alexander’s hearts eased considerably, and they said in unison:
“You’re right, we were worrying needlessly.”
Seeing the two untying their knots, Luo En’s face showed a satisfied smile:
“That’s more like it. If war breaks out, we’ll be responsible for blocking the alien deities; at that time, the battlefield belonging to humans will be entrusted to you.”
“Don’t worry, as long as there are no external interferences, no matter how many Persians come, we’ll kill them all!”
Caesar and Alexander puffed out their chests and answered proudly.
Having experienced the previous battle, they had already grasped the true level of the Persian army:
This was a tribal alliance forcibly integrated by interests, apparently massive but exceptionally loose, lacking solid support, like a sandcastle on the beach, collapsing at a blow.