Chapter 1023 Beheading Successful

"Poof!" Bisiel, the leader of the Fifteen Fanatic Legion, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then punched Aldashir's precious colt with a deadly punch. One punch, just one punch, Aldashir

The horse was beaten to death on the spot, and then Bisiel was cut open in the chest by Aldashir.

As a pure ascetic fanatic, Bisiel was also one of the pillars that allowed the church to survive in the dark ages. He protected many church believers by becoming the Guardian of Rome.

Rome also saw him as the guardian of Rome and did not persecute him too much. They just used these church believers as a means to control Bisiel.

However, when the church rose, Bisiel quickly gave up everything and returned to the Lord's camp.

And relying on his extremely fanatical belief, he served as the commander of the fifteenth legion.

But at this moment, his heart was in despair, because Ardashir was about to cross over from him.

Bisiel's powerful blow directly interrupted Aldashir's weapon, roaring and shooting out the weapon in his hand, shattering the upper body of the Holy Death Knight soldier behind him who could not avoid it.

However, everything was meaningless. Ardashir did not entangle with him too much. Instead, he left a deep scar on him and passed him by.

"You dare not decide the outcome with the servants of God, you cowardly sinner!" Bisiel mocked Ardashir crazily.

Ardashir didn't say much, he took out a standard spear and continued to kill forward.

There was no anger or rebuttal. Ardashir knew very well that he had almost completed his goal. In more than ten steps, he would break through the defense line of the 15th Zealot Legion. After this point, the sea would basically depend on the fish.

Leap, the sky is high and the birds can fly.

St. Peter III is right in front of him. As long as he passes by, killing St. Peter III will become a very easy task.

Even if St. Peter III has guards around him, it will only take a little more effort for the Holy Fall Rider.

Seeing this, Bisiel roared and rushed in the direction of Aldashir. Unfortunately, Aldashir ignored him and took the lead in rushing forward.

Seeing this scene, Bisiel clearly understood that the church had lost, that their pope would die tragically under the butcher knife of Ardashir, and there was nothing they could do.

"It's troublesome, it's really troublesome now!"

Benito looked at the defense line that was about to be broken, and then quietly switched to the fifth skylark's talent, and then secretly modified the light and shadow in front, causing some slight deviations in the angle of St. Peter III in Aldashir's eyes.

Although it takes a long time, Benito can't guarantee that it will be effective, but on a battlefield like this, it is good to delay the opponent for even one minute.

Benito secretly modified the perspective of the Holy Death Rider. In such a chaotic army, if you don't pay enough attention, the deviation of about 30 degrees is not easy to detect in a short time.

However, even though it was only a thirty-degree deflection, by the time the Holy Meteor Rider passed by, it might have been hundreds of meters away from its original target.

This is already Benito's limit. Even if he wants to go and surround him now, he is powerless. He is already doing his best to obey fate.

"Forget it, let him go, but if you can't control it over there, you have to put in some effort here!" Benito looked away, and in front of him, the legions led by Jin Wushu and Temujin were fighting hard.

If the head of Saint Peter III could be exchanged for two military souls and three talents, it would not be a bad thing for Rome!

Benito did what he thought of, directly summoned the soldiers of the Sixteenth Paladin Legion, and followed them to besiege Temujin's Mongolian cavalry.

At this time, Frederick also started to fight hard. He no longer cared about looking at Ardashir. Temujin's scimitar in front of him became heavier and heavier every time.

The opponent's ethereal momentum has begun to transform into strength bit by bit.

This discovery made Frederic feel uneasy. The opponent kept getting stronger, so there was only one possibility, that is, the Holy Meteor Knight behind him might have really penetrated the defense line and started beheading.

Frederick was anxious, and the movements of his hands began to deform. When Temujin seized the opportunity, he suppressed him so hard that he didn't even have a chance to turn back.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn!" Frederick became more and more violent, and the sword in his hand danced like a windmill, but it was suppressed by Temujin's scimitar.

"Hahaha, I'm anxious. Do you really want to know what's going to happen next? I can tell you that Aldashir has been killed!" Temujin used words to speed up Frederick's anxiety.

Frederick's movements became more and more deformed, and he regretted a little. After all, he made a mistake. He should have let Gabriel resist Temujin.

As a commander, losing control of the battle situation is simply an intolerable mistake.

But no matter how upset he was, it was of no use. Now he could only pray to the gods that St. Peter III could escape.

But thinking about it rationally, it seems that the death of St. Peter III is even more good news for him?

Without St. Peter III, he seemed to have become a favorable candidate for the Pope again, and this time he was Severus's man, and he would definitely get Severus' support.

After thinking this, the movements of Frederick's hands returned to stability.

Temujin was a little surprised, but after seeing the relief on Frederick's face, Temujin guessed the truth of the matter.

So this is ah.

I wish that the person in charge would die and be replaced by someone else.

"Why don't you let us go and earn some reputation yourself?" Temujin's bewitching voice reached Frederick's ears.

Frederick was startled, and his hand movements unconsciously slowed down for half a beat, then returned to their original position in an instant.

"Your proposal may be good, but how can I conspire with a sinner like you!" Frederick sneered.

Temujin's advice is good, but believing the enemy's words on the battlefield is basically asking for death.

No matter how good Temujin's advice was, he would not believe a word of it.

Temujin sneered twice, knowing that Frederick was already moved, so he only needed to wait for Ardashir to succeed before he could escape.

And it is definitely easier to escape than originally, but correspondingly, they may suffer a fierce attack from the opponent in the later stage.

After all, as the successor, revenge for the predecessor can win over people's hearts.

However, that is all a matter later. We will have to think of a solution then. Getting out now is the most important thing.

Although he would definitely be able to rush out by burning his military soul and combining it with Jin Wushu, the casualties would probably not be small.

On the other side, after charging a certain distance, Ardashir found that he had not broken out of the defense line of the 15th Legion. He instantly understood that his eyes had deceived him, or that what someone had told him to see was no longer real.

If it was the first time that Aldashir encountered this situation, he might still think about it, but the existence of the disgusting thing called Fifth Skylark made Aldashir react instantly. This legion's ability to manipulate light and shadow is enough to make people think...

despair.

There is no doubt that the opponent must have deflected the angle of his own charge, but I don't know how much. The pure light and shadow can be used by the opponent so seamlessly. At least the legion led by Aldashir is completely unable to distinguish his own charge.

How far does the direction deviate from the direction estimated by my own theory?

"Oops, the Fifth Skylark is here too?"

Ardashir's heart instantly sank to the bottom. The Fifth Skylark was an assassin lurking in the shadows. If he didn't deal with it well, he would most likely be stabbed in the back by the Fifth Skylark.

In other words, if it were another situation, Ardashir could slowly differentiate and use his will to find the Fifth Skylark, but now the Fifteenth Legion is standing aside, and he can only waste time and fall into trouble.

"No, no, no, calm down, there is no way there is such a big flaw in the intelligence system. It should be the Fourteenth Legion. Can the talent of infinite change be able to achieve this effect?"

However, Aldashir quickly jumped out of the limitation and thought of the fourteen combinations that kept switching talents just now. Although I had heard about it for a long time, this kind of ability that can use other people's abilities and is somewhat the same is really surprising.

"There's no time to waste!" Ardashir decisively threw away his distracting thoughts.

"Everyone, follow me and rush this way!" Aldashir rushed in a certain direction based on his intuition, and Benito's face suddenly turned dark. He actually found it based on his feeling.

In the right direction!

He was not sure whether he made mistakes in his manipulation of light and shadow, or whether Ardashir really found the right direction through pure intuition.

But this has no meaning anymore. Ardashir has found the right direction, and now St. Peter III must retreat.

"Your Majesty the Pope, the defense line of the Fifteenth Legion has been broken, please leave here quickly!" Benito used light and shadow to condense a clone to convey the information to St. Peter III.

St. Peter III's face darkened, and he was caught in the dilemma of whether to go or not.

"There is no time to hesitate, Your Holiness the Pope, please leave quickly!" Benito disappeared directly after leaving these words.

Anyway, he passed the information to St. Peter III. It was up to him whether he left or not. Even if he died, he would at most go there to express his condolences. The rest had nothing to do with him, a Roman senator.

Concentrating his efforts to kill the two super legions in front of him is what he should do.

What belongs to the church belongs to the church, and what belongs to Rome belongs to Rome. Benito has set his position very correctly.

Moreover, it is difficult to say whether the superiors have the idea of ​​killing St. Peter III. Benito is not good at making decisions and does what he should do. The rest has nothing to do with him as the commander of the army.

When he left, the financial officer hinted that he should create more deaths for the barbarians, and he could slide his hand once or twice if necessary.

Only in this way can we reduce military expenditures and increase revenue and reduce expenditures. Benito did not want to live up to the God of Wealth's teachings.

However, Benito overlooked one issue, that is, the Eagle Banner Corps and the Barbarians are completely different, and the Eagle Banner Corps requires pensions.

Now he is having fun using the Sixteenth Army as a shield. When the time comes to pay out the pension, the fun will be even greater.

But Benito also had his reasons. They couldn't let the Fourteenth Legion resist anyway, that would be unrealistic.

"That's it!" Aldashir pierced the soldiers of the Fifteenth Legion on the opposite side with a spear, and leapt out first relying on his feeling. At this time, the Roman soldiers scattered on both sides still hadn't completely gathered together because of the mobility of their short legs.

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However, at this moment, the last line of defense established by the Fifteenth Legion had been torn open by Aldashir. As Ardashir's horse leaped up, the entire line of defense lost its meaning in front of the Holy Fallen Cavalry.

at this time.

As long as the array is torn open, the entire array will begin to be divided due to the problem of clouds. In this way, even the most powerful legions can only be killed for this reason.

By the time they reunited and integrated again, the Holy Meteor Riders would have already gone far.

As a shock cavalry, the Holy Meteor Cavalry has excellent mobility, far exceeding that of some ordinary cavalry legions, let alone short-legged legions like those of Rome.

Although the Paladin Legion has knights, because it is selected from barbarians, it is actually a heavy infantry legion, but its survivability is relatively strong.

St. Peter III stood silent on the high platform.
To be continued...