Three days later, on the same night, the assault team had assembled in the barracks of the Fourteenth Twins, dressed in heavy chain mail, helmets and black iron masks.

Levi was at the front of the line, dressed in silver iron-scaled armor and holding an iron-clapped helmet with an iron face. His right hand was grinding the iron head on the hilt of his sword, and he looked up through the firelight at the Valentinian tent not far away, where there were layers of guards.

He couldn't help but remember the words that had just been whispered to Litoho on his shoulder: "Go ahead, kick that Valentinian kid's ass hard." ”

Livy knew that this was not Aetius' will, but he said to Littoll: Aetius did not admit it, and more importantly, he did not deny it.

Dispose of Valentinian, and then he will be able to reinstate himself, although Levi doesn't believe it in his heart, but he has to admit that it is still indispensable for him to get out of such a hellish life at this time.

"Flavies. Luga! ”

Levi whispered Luga's name, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, his hand clenched the hilt of his sword tighter, "I'm going to be your nightmare, Flavis. Luga, I can't make your life as comfortable as ever. ”

Thinking so, Levi unhurriedly put the helmet on his head, and slowly, with full strength, pulled the iron mask off the helmet.

There was no call to attack, no mobilization before the action, just Levi shook the torch in his hand twice, and then casually threw it on the ground, allowing the struggling flames to be trampled by the chaotic feet of the following team until it was extinguished.

Virus came out to check on the post at night, this guy was tired of waiting here and doing nothing.

He didn't know why he was so guarded, because it was not easy to see that there were Roman military camps that stretched for several kilometers around him, even if the assassins sent by the Eastern Empire assassinated Augustus, it was not easy to pass through such a large military camp and capture the attention of so many people.

Soldiers on patrol lit bonfires and torches to and fro the huge barracks, and the whole camp was like a dense "jungle" of flames.

In the midst of it, the flames lit up as bright as day, and the soldiers who came and went checked all the deliberate others, even the soldiers of the same camp.

"With such strength and an army capable of conquering almost everything, who can imagine that there could be no one but God who could think unjustly about Augustus?" Verus asked himself, but he couldn't help but laugh to himself, and turned to go back to his tent for a good night's sleep.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

But at this moment, there was a sudden shouting of guards behind him, and Varus turned around curiously, only to see a large group of heavily armed and masked soldiers appear outside the camp gate.

Because they were wearing Roman armor, the Praetorian Guard soldiers were not suspicious, so they came forward to ask them why they had come. The fellows stood there like statues, staring at the soldiers in front of them motionless, if it weren't for the sight of them coming and the wind blowing through their waving cloaks.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that these strangely dressed guys aroused Verus's curiosity, he walked slowly, muttering to himself as he walked: "Is it because Augustus wants to watch some weird show?" ”

The silence of the group infuriated the soldiers who questioned them, and they stepped forward to stand across from the leader, their eyes staring at the guy in front of them through the firelight.

He was a living person, not a dead thing, and there was nothing to be afraid of, and anger emboldened him.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? You bastard! ”

The soldier roared and threw himself down in front of the man in two strides, and slapped the helmet of the "statue" at the head.

"Click!"

At this moment, the statue that was motionless just now actually raised his left hand and grabbed his right hand, and everyone was surprised, only to see that the "statue" immediately came to life, and only saw the "statue" "brush" between the lightning and flint, and pulled out the iron sword, and before the soldier had time to react, he backhanded the sword and stabbed it into his unsuspecting right side chest.

This frightened everyone present, and their eyes widened in surprise as they watched their companions slowly fall to the ground, and it was only then that Verus belatedly realized that these strange creatures had come from a bad place.

"Attacked! Attacked! ”

The nearest Praetorian Guard soldier turned around and shouted to the others behind him, but there was no way Levi could give him more chances.

I saw Levi flash in front of the man with an arrow, swing his iron sword around his neck, and pull it violently. The scream stopped abruptly, and the Praetorian Guard soldier fell to the ground like a puppet that had lost its strings.

At this time, the soldiers behind Levi raised their weapons and rushed forward, they screamed strangely, roaring like poisonous gas surging in the darkness, drowning the Praetorian Guard soldiers who did not react.

"Defense! Defense! ”

Verus hurriedly beckoned to the soldiers around him, asking them to form a defensive line, and then go and call for more soldiers himself.

Levi saw Verus running back through the firelight, and he picked up a javelin from the ground and threw it at Verus.

"Whew!"

The sharp landmark gun pierced through Verus's chain mail, and the sudden impact caused Verus to fall to his knees with a scream.

"Damn it! Damn it! ”

Verus cursed, lying on the ground and barely supporting himself with his hands, he reached out and stroked his waist, and then saw that there was already a large ball of blood in his hands.

The pain in his lower back barely made him stand up, and the javelin sank deep into his chain mail, slicing through his waist, and the pain of cutting through flesh with a slight movement of the sharp object hit his head over and over again.

He endured the pain, and the tears could not be held back like a flood that burst the levees surging down, although it did not look manly, but the tears did relieve the pain for him.

His right leg was paralyzed, and he stood up with force, holding on to the blood-stained chain mail, gritting his teeth and running.

Levi led the assault soldiers all the way, and even the Praetorian Guard, who asked themselves to be the strongest in combat, looked vulnerable in front of Levi.

Like a god of killing, he stepped over the corpse in one place, and the armor and clothes on his body were soaked in blood, and he held a torch and walked straight to Augustus's tent, which was no longer protected by guards.

"What's going on, hey, Verus, tell me what's going on outside?"

This timid Valentinian was still cowering in his tent and shouting for help. A sinister smile rose at the corner of Levi's mouth, and he threw the torch in his hand, and the torch fell on the heavy cloth, instantly igniting a raging fire.

"What's the matter, Verus, help me, it's on fire!"

In the midst of the crackling flames, Valentinian could be heard screaming inside, mixed with the screams of women.

"Burn it! Burn you incompetent tyrant! ”

Levi enjoyed the feeling of killing Valentinian with his own hands, and he didn't know when he liked the feeling of torture, and listening to Valentinian's screams of struggle inside, his heart was greatly satisfied.