Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Have you not found it yet? How did the efficiency of those scouts become so slow?"

On the deck of the flagship, Sassan Persian's Great Muhu paced irritably back and forth. The scarlet face became colder and colder, and the various gold ornaments and chains draped in the flame robes also collided and clinked with his heavy steps.

"Da Muhu!"

Suddenly, the air above the deck was torn apart by a group of dark claws, and a dark golden horrible crack was torn out. A long and thin ghost shadow covered by a black robe quietly walked out of it and came to the commander's body.

"You are finally back, what about intelligence."

Da Mu, who worshipped Zoroastrianism, glanced at the visitor and asked anxiously. The raids by the two fleets on the left and right were all decoys to attract the enemy's attention. In a hurry, the ridiculous fleet pieced together with hundreds of fishing boats to fight the regular navy of the Roman Empire was basically hitting rocks with pebbles.

"This time, it's a joint attack by the Twelfth Thunder and the Thirtieth Urpius Legion. That **** Zoldrui, and the high-quality **** are all standing in front of you, except for that. In addition, they used two recorded foreign legions of Storm Giant and Tauren."

The black shadow grinned a gloomy blood bowl and whispered the enemy's name softly.

"Malfurion, lord of the Twelfth Legion, Nicholas, lord of the 30th Legion, Hoon Gaoling, Platinum Star. I have marked their coordinates for you."

"Four leaders who are close to the legend? Tsk. The elves are really paying for it this time."

Da Mu tutted all over, and immediately turned around, preparing to start the summoning ceremony.

"Wait, Da Muhu."

The elongated ghost image quickly prevented the ceremony from unfolding, and continued to speak while looking at the commander's puzzled expression.

"There is news from Boranjar that a new battle sequence has appeared in the Roman army: the centaur race of Massagotai, now fighting for Augustus, their leader is one White horse: The same coat color as Tomiris."

"So? On land, I would be afraid of the monsters that once killed Cyrus the Great by three points. However, now it is above the rough sea, and those half-man and half-horse horror things are on the swaying deck. , Are you charging into battle?"

"No, I haven't finished talking yet. According to the prince’s information, I went to check it out, so I came back late—their leader is also a high-level spellcaster. I witnessed him using the undead magic of the eight rings. Your beheading plan, I am afraid, will have an additional goal."

"Five, just the limit I prepared. Let those three blue dragons trap one at random"

Da Muhu nodded slightly in greeting. Wearing a rough right hand full of jewelry rings and armbands, in the arms of the servant, he drew a big flame-shaped sword, the sharp blade, like a burning **** flame, and like a poisonous snake that chooses people to eat. Twisted and wrapped in a layer of gold, the center of the sword grid is inlaid with a dreamlike pink jade.

Under the command of the commander, the remaining dozens of ships quickly formed a large circle on the sea, accompanied by the commander’s blasphemous words, black grease, from the twisted blades. The gushing out, like a dark rainstorm, plunged into the azure blue waves, they wriggled, twisted, and boiled on the surface of the sea, gradually drawing a summoning array full of purgatory texts.

Amidst the wailing of fear and the tragic cry, Teflin drove the elven slaves captured from Cilicia and forced them out of the gloomy and claustrophobic cabin. These people are men and women, and they are basically businessmen who are not engaged in production, old people who are too old, and "rebels" who resist the rule of the King of Kings.

These elves, who are useless to the Sassanid Persian ruling structure, have become sacrifices to the devil at this moment. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and their ankles were covered with heavy stones. Before being pushed into the sea, the sailors used sharp blades to cut the skin of the elves, speeding up their death.

A brutal massacre, under the sign of the Chief Patriarch, began. Accompanied by the friction of metal cutting flesh and blood, the wailing of elves' pain and despair, the raging waves of thunder, violent winds and waves, hundreds of thin slaves were pushed by half demons and fell into the inside of the circle on the sea. In the dark night sky, drew arcs of blood!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!!!"

Thousands of slaves were ruthlessly pushed into the cold sea like dumplings. The stones tied to their ankles seemed to be heavier than the Caucasus Mountains, dragging the desperate elves into the abyss. Strands of red blood, squeezed by the pressure of the deep sea, spewed from their wounds, and slowly surfaced on the icy sea, and gradually merged with the dark rune array, making the eerie and blasphemous purgatory black The mud, turned into a shocking face of blood.

Da Muhu continued to chant the curse of purgatory, using the black mud to restrain hundreds of desperate souls who had drowned, and with this as a sacrifice, tore a link between the physical universe and the nine prisons of Barto. Horrible rift.

"Rumble!!!"

An incomparably thick blood-colored lightning whizzed through the dark clouds, fell from the sky, and hit the center of the spell, leaving the blue sea and the dark red blood array. Flashing, thousands of scarlet thunder and lightning jumped! Countless jagged and terrifying electric lights even dived into the faint seabed, accurately hitting every drowned corpse, sucking their souls and blood!

However, unlike other thunders, this scarlet thunder was not fleeting, but solidified in the dark night. From a distance, it looked like a huge pillar of thunder that thundered through the sky, countless **** lightning, tore, Seducing hundreds of souls, along the condensed thunder pillar, dashed up the dark clouds, between the dark clouds and the stars, tore a **** rift that spans the entire sky!

"call--"

Accompanied by frantic storms and the devil’s anger, the burning and pulsating **** flames, beams of twisted, dazzling disgusting beams, like the blasphemous tentacles from the depths of the nightmare, quietly protruded out of this terrifying tentacles. The fissures blasphemed the entire dark sky, tearing this **** scar that shredded the real world, and tore it even bigger.

"Who, dare, call, call, me!!!"

In an instant, a few purgatory monsters that would only appear in the depths of people's nightmares, under the shroud of light and fire, accompanied by creepy wailing, rushed out of the scars of the world!

The lord of the 30th Legion: Shabu Nicholas raised his head in horror: Three heads, the whole three heads open to the sky, the huge devil in the dark red cloak, broke out of the rift in hell, no, it's not dark red The cloak, but a pair of flesh and blood wings!

The big devils spread their wings, and the flames of **** entwining them instantly spread to the surroundings, and even burned through the dark clouds, revealing the incomparably bright stars in the sky.

The legionnaires looked up in fear: With the help of the dim crescent moon, they recognized the names of these demons: giant bodies, burly muscles, huge bat wings, and evil faces that cannot be described by words and words! Three heads, a full three-headed abyss refining magic, were summoned to the sky above the fleet!