The steppes of Africa are full of lions, and there are as many lion kings as there are lion kings, and the old lion kings fall and new lion kings ascend the throne, which is the eternal law of the lion.

And how to become a new king is just to walk up the stairs stained red with the blood of the old king, and finally sit on the throne made of the bones of the old king to enjoy the worship within the four realms, and to the known world The old king has passed away and the new king has come.

As for this, Luga is nothing more than following this principle, and he walks up with his blood, from the most ordinary soldier who walks out of a narr, until he becomes the Dominath of New Rome, Augustus. Perhaps even he himself did not know how many opponents he had fallen under his blood-stained sword in this vigorous struggle.

He is a lion, and in the same way, there is no shortage of lions in the kingdom of God, and to become a lion king is to slaughter all the lions and forge a throne with their blood and bones, and of course, Luga did it.

Even the strong lion king can't escape the sequelae caused by the passage of time.

Yes, the true king can defeat all enemies who challenge his authority, but the only thing that cannot be defeated is the silent, untraceable, yet rapidly passing time.

Time is a strange poison that can transform a thin child into a mighty warrior, giving him strength and resourcefulness at the same time. After middle age, it was able to soften his muscles and fool his brain day after day, and finally degenerate the near-perfect warrior into a chattering old stubborn, curled up on a couch all day long, telling his children and grandchildren about the glory of the past.

No matter how great a hero is, he will inevitably die, not to mention those deeds that have long been a thing of the past, which are left for future generations to hang onto.

Luga hurriedly ascended to the throne, and he was in too much of a hurry along the way, leaving not enough time for future generations to prove his immortality.

Like the memorial to Trajan, the triumphal arch of Constantine, or even a large bathhouse like Caracalla.

The financially stretched budget could not support the construction of the Cathedral of San Lucuganus, so the construction period could only be extended indefinitely, and the date of completion was far away, let alone leave it to posterity.

Diseases from nowhere tormented Luga all the time, and perhaps only mental torture was the most powerful means for this body to expel them.

The two armies collided together, the silver light of the blade accompanied by a roar, and the blood spurting from the wound accompanied by a wail became the main theme of the battle.

The Vandals, who were intoxicated by the killing, probably did not realize that the Romans in front of them were fundamentally different from the vigilantes who patrolled back and forth with wooden sticks.

They were all soldiers who had followed Augustus on his expeditions all year round, each of them a great escort with some of the best of the centurion, and they were more experienced in combat, and the brutal fighting skills of the barbarians were bloody and cruel, but mixed with clumsiness.

The barbarian in front of him swung the blood-stained axe in his hand and swung it frequently, like a heavy fist hitting the shield held by Luga.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

There was a heavy thud as Luga's arm sank and sank, his palms were red with the belt, and his eyes were fixed on the menacing creature in front of him, as the Vandals roared like beasts.

Just as the axe was deeply embedded in the shield, Luga looked up and saw that the axe that pierced the shield was above his head, and the dull blade of the axe was less than a few centimeters away from his eyes.

"Die!"

Just as the Vandal tried to pull out the axe, Luga let out a low roar and raised his left hand, throwing the Vandal's axe into the air.

The Vandal screamed, not expecting that he had not seized the opportunity to hold the weapon in his hand.

But now is not the time for him to regret it, in other words, it is too late for him to regret it now!

Luga raised his dragon's breath sword and stabbed him in the chest, must have pierced his lungs, and the Vandal's roar abruptly stopped, and he opened his mouth wide, his face pale, as if he couldn't breathe.

"Whew!"

Luga twisted his sword and drew it, and the sharp blade brought out a cloud of blood, and the unfortunate creature fell to his knees.

"It's your honor to die under the Dragon's Breath Sword, damn it!" Luga spat at the corpse, dropping his shield and wiping the blood from his blade with his cuff.

The soldiers beside him formed a dense array and continued to advance, and this group of Vandals stragglers was naturally no opponent, and could only scatter corpses on the ground and flee in a hurry.

Luga didn't order his soldiers to chase the barbarians, he just raised his hand and ordered his soldiers to stop, and continued: "No need to chase, we have more things to do now, and holding this neighborhood is our main thing!" ”

At this time, under the gates of Europa, a large number of Vandals stormed the walls of Europa, where a large number of soldiers were deployed.

Thousands of Roman soldiers died in their sleep, and the Roman soldiers who woke up were only disheveled with shields and spears, struggling to support themselves under the city gates.

After all, the Gates of Europa are the closest to the Vandal army outside the city, and they are also the first place to be touched by the vanguard army pouring in from the Tiber River, so the attack here is obviously the most important!

The Vandals poured out like a flood from all directions, and the Roman soldiers guarding the gates gathered under the gates, forming a huge semicircle with shields and spears, shielding them against repeated onslaught from the Vandals and their servant armies.

"Damn it! Where did they come from! ”

The officer defending the city ordered the soldiers to continue to resist, and this question was also in his mouth, and in his heart and again and again, because he was still convinced that the Vandals were blocked from the city.

Behind the city gate, a large number of roars can be heard in the midst of the fighting and roaring, it is the Vandals who are busy emptying the wreckage of the siege engines outside the city gate, they want to attack the city gate head-on, and once again give this crumbling city gate a new blow!

"What about the Roman soldiers! What about our reinforcements? Where did the Vandals come from! ”

They were questioning, confused, but even then they withstood the barbarians' onslaught over and over again, forming a human wall with their blood-stained and broken shields.

Walcreek came with a group of soldiers, and when he saw the back of the Vandals, he did not hesitate, and led his soldiers to speed up, and he took the lead, holding an iron sword, and leaped to his feet.

"Roar!!

The Vandals heard his roar, and when he turned around, he saw a Roman officer in iron armor falling from mid-air, followed by an iron sword.

The Vandals hadn't had time to scream, and the iron sword in Walkrick's hand pierced through the glass.

The soldiers followed Walcreek into the trapping horses and roared into the Vandals.

Receiving a sudden attack, the Vandals were at a loss for a while, because they each had different officers in command, so they could not have timely command when they were stabbed in the back, causing the army formation to be disrupted.

Hardened in the chaos of death, Walklick roared and slashed with his blood-stained sword, one by one the Vandals fell in pools of blood.

"My king, the Romans are starting to fight back!"

On the Tiber River, the news of the scouts from the front brought to Gaisarik's command platform, and Gaisaric was not surprised to hear such news, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly in his composure, revealing an incomprehensible smile.