"I can't understand you, Caesar." Walcreek sat not far from Luga and said to Luga, "A few days ago, you were able to leave, but why? You sent Yudoria away, but you didn't go with her. This is the Romans themselves in the city of Rome, the Valentinian business, not yours. ”

"That's a good question indeed." Luga smiled, and then raised his head to look at the sky, the bright moon was deep, and the night was dotted with stars, which was very beautiful, very beautiful.

"I am here to wait, to fight with the Romans against the invasion of the Vandals, but to faithfully fulfill the rights and duties of a Roman citizen."

"I don't understand, Caesar." Walklick frowned and looked at Luga suspiciously, "You are Augustus, or Dominat, you have power far above Augustus, your power originates from God, and you are also the chosen one, with the power of life and death over mortals, Dominath of New Rome should not have the slightest nostalgia for such old and decaying soil." ”

"You seem to hate it very much, you hate Gaul, you hate Naples, you hate Rome." Luga smiled, "Yes, they are all decayed, and their fighting spirit and blood have long been washed away by gold in the wear and tear of the years, but this does not mean that I have given up my right to exercise myself as a Roman citizen, even if I have already suppressed the so-called Augustus and become a Dominath in the true sense, but Walcreek, my friend, you should understand the meaning of Roman citizenship, of course, what is the meaning of Augustus, the chief citizen of Rome, if the chief citizen has turned his back on Rome, Then Rome will inevitably fall into a situation from which it will never recover. ”

Luca said, slowly standing up, "According to the ancient custom, the citizen of Rome must fulfill his obligations while enjoying power. ”

"Look at me, Walcrick, look at the clothes I wear, these are made of silk, which are worn by the rich in the truest sense of the word, I have endless gold coins, and I have endless wine and good food, and if I can, or if I will, I can even visit a virgin every day. This is the power I can enjoy, I can kill anyone who disobeys me, I can give a new life to a guy who will be executed in a word, I can push my offspring to the same position as me with a single word, so that he can also enjoy the same power as me without worry, look, such an enviable power, magnifying this ordinary me to the shoulder to shoulder with God, but you see what my obligation is, isn't it to enjoy such power and at the same time to ensure that the land is not trampled, And the dignity of Augustus cannot be dusted. ”

Walcreek stared blankly at Luga, it was obvious that he couldn't understand what Luga was thinking at the moment, after all, this was not something that a casual person could figure out.

It's weird indeed, after all, Luga has everything that everyone in the world dreams of, power, money, glory, and Luga doesn't lack anything. But instead of being proud of what he had, he seemed very tired of it, after all, he had lived like this for too long.

"I don't want you to understand this, Walker, you can't understand me, but I must tell you that I've enjoyed enough power, and now it's my turn to fulfill my obligations."

At this time, while Luga was talking to Walcreek, he heard only a noise outside, and Walkerrick hurriedly stood up, and when he looked from afar, he saw only the flames rushing into the sky, dispelling the darkness above his head, emitting a blood-colored light like dusk.

"That's the direction of the Tiber!" Walkrick exclaimed loudly: "Could it be that the Vandals have crossed the blockade of the Tiber, how is it possible, how did they do it?" ”

"The strong walls don't look so impregnable, as you can see, Walkerk, your previous assumptions are about to be overturned." At such an urgent moment, I saw that Luga was not surprised or confused by such a situation, his eyes were deep, as if he had seen everything, I saw him slowly stand up, and said to Volkrick: "The strongest thing is never the towering walls and the ballistae that can destroy everything, but the hearts of those who are loyal to one goal and work together, as you can see, Walkrick, the hearts of people are scattered, and the city of Rome is bound to be baptized by the catastrophe." ”

"But, but, Caesar!" Walkerrick looked back: "Leave now, take advantage of the night, when you can't see anything, no one will know about your departure, and you, the last person here, should die." ”

"I've run out of gas, Walcreek." Luga looked at Walcreek with a firm gaze and said in a deep voice: "Go, go outside and gather the army, we need to fight them in the city, believe me, all this is more difficult than coming up on the city walls." ”

The Vandals broke through the walls and entered the softest interior of Rome, roaring and running, torch in hand as they roamed the streets of Rome.

They wielded their swords and slashed, hacking unarmed citizens to death in pools of blood.

"Slaughter, bloodbath, think about what the Romans did in Carthage in the first place? Now, give them back all the pain and blood! Bleed, Romans! Standing on the battleship in the middle of the river, looking at the flames spreading through the city, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy welling up from his heart, as if the anger that had been squeezed for years had been completely vented at this moment.

He stood at the bow of the ship like a madman, shouting at the backs of his soldiers, hoping that they would inflict untold pain on the Romans, especially that man, according to their own ideas.

"Luga, Luga!"

Gaisaric whispered Luga's name, "I can't wait to see you, where are you?" Where are you? No, no, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'll find you, you're in the city of Rome. "You can't escape, just like you did when you were desperate to hunt me down, there are already too many people in this world who want you to die, they are praying to me, groveling and begging me to plunge my sword into your chest, I will eventually find you, and then kill you, I will pierce your chest with my sword, I will see with my own eyes the appearance of your dying struggle, you can't escape, you can't escape!" ”

The Vandals roamed the streets, and the scattered Roman soldiers could not stop their attack, and the crushing strength invited nothing but slaughter, the slaughter of the strong against the weak.