Chapter 232 Power
"Hahaha!" Luca's laughter began to become weird, but it was not intentional. He was also forced to watch the enemy who was about to be annihilated being let go by his own people. Now it seems that the only way to resolve the current problem is to use madness.
"You have finally exhausted my patience." Luca drew out his iron sword and pointed it at Gaiseric, Aetius, and Thermitius. "You, you bastards, get out of here!"
"Orius Luca!" Aetius stood up straight and took a golden scepter from the guard behind him. Aetius pointed the scepter at Luca and shouted, "Orius Luca, have you seen this scepter?"
"A scepter?"
Luca was stunned. He didn't know what this golden scepter meant, nor did he know why Aetius had the courage to use it to openly order him.
"Luga, what he is holding in his hand is the scepter of Augustus. Seeing the scepter is like seeing Augustus himself!" Andrew whispered behind Luga.
"So what?" Luka was furious. How could he be afraid of a golden stick? "You now understand their intentions. We paid such a huge price, and what we got in return is what you call peace?"
"Aurius Luca!" Aetius said, and the captain of the guards behind him slowly drew out his iron sword. "If you still have this attitude now! Then I will have the right to charge you with treason!"
"Treason?" Luca couldn't help but laugh when he heard the word, "What is treason? Treason to which country?" Because of anger, the sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably.
As if he was used to seeing all kinds of bluffing, Thermitius remained calm in this situation that was almost out of control. He slowly returned to his seat and sat down during the argument.
“Tear, tear…”
The canvas wrapped around the tent was torn apart by external force. Soldiers were everywhere. They destroyed all the canvas around the tent and rushed in. Yes, they were all Aetius's men. They surrounded the place tightly. With such a large formation, it seemed that the two old guys had thought about it for a long time.
"You want to be our enemy, Aetius!" Faced with such a big battle, Luca calmed down a lot. He was still tangled and angry about whether he was an enemy or a friend before, but after everything was revealed, he felt a sense of relief, just like trying to solve a difficult problem but couldn't find any ideas for a while, and suddenly got the answer, and let go of all the joy. Luca faced Aetius, and Aetius was also looking at Luca. They looked at each other, and it was hard to tell whether they were angry or happy. Yes, why should they be happy?
"It's the same as before, exactly the same as it was on the Rhine." Luga looked around at the soldiers and couldn't help laughing, but that laughter sounded more like crying, and Luga didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end.
"Olius Luca!" Aetius leaned lazily on the small table next to the stool, looking at Luca with arrogance and disdain. Too young, Luca was still too young to fight with them, and he really had no power to fight back.
"Surrender!" Aetius' tone was more like an order than a dissuasion. "Before anything gets out of hand, Orius Luca, we still have room for discussion."
The soldiers around him drew their iron swords and pointed them at Luca instead of the Vandal. Aetius's intention was so obvious that even Gaiseric, who was standing by, understood what he meant.
"So it was their own struggle." Gaiseric had a stiff smile on his pale face after getting the answer. He was a little malnourished. With the help of the guards, he stood up, saluted to Thermitius and Aetius in turn, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, my Lords. I don't think this has anything to do with me."
Facing the Vandal in front of him, Thermitius smiled at him again, waved his hand to Geiseric, signaling him to leave, and said: "Go, Vandal, our war is over!"
It's over! This war that was about to be defeated and that could kill Gaiseric at any time and would also inflict heavy damage on the Vandals was just casually announced to be over! "Really?" Gaiseric was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he pressed his ears with his hands, thinking that this would make him hear more clearly. His eyes were full of desire, and his heart was filled with hope. He was waiting for Thermitius's confirmation again.
Thermitius nodded to Gaiseric again, and then said, "Go home. I have asked the garrison of Palermo to make way for a road to the west. You and your army can go back by ship from there." Thermitius was sitting, like Christ coming down. I'm afraid he was full of holy light in Gaiseric's eyes at this moment.
Gegasaric was so excited that he even fell to the ground facing Thermitius, as if he had seen God. "Thank you, God, thank you, sir!" He kept thanking him, like a devout believer.
Facing this scene, Thermitius actually closed his eyes and turned his head away, as if deliberately avoiding it. Gaiseric thanked him repeatedly and retreated until he disappeared among the soldiers surrounding them.
"He ran away." Thermitius thought to himself. Similarly, Aetius felt empty in his heart. In that instant, their brains seemed to be hollowed out by the devil, leaving nothing behind.
"Ha! Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha..."
Gaiseric walked away, and Luca suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was exaggerated, and his voice was even more miserable. Luca could no longer control himself. He fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength, and the iron sword in his hand fell on the carpet beside him. Andrew watched Gaiseric leave from behind Luca. He was stunned and shocked. Aetius once again refreshed his worldview. He found that he could not understand this hero who once admired him so much. Why, why did he do this? Andrew wanted to know the answer. The answer might be on the iron swords in the hands of the soldiers who were staring at them.
Men don't shed tears easily, but they do when they are sad.
"Dig your own grave, dig your own grave!"
His tears kept falling, and he repeated the words over and over again in a sobbing voice. He had struggled for so long, but it was not as good as the two of them planning overnight and saying one sentence in person.
It was over, the war was over. The gradually rising sun shone its light and warmth on Luka's face and chest without reservation. But Luka crossed his arms and hugged himself tightly. The light and heat did not affect him at all. Instead, he felt an unprecedented coldness. It was too cold. There was nothing colder than this. The temperature was even colder than the peak of the Alps and the water in the Rhine River. He shivered constantly. Tears were like boiling magma, burning his cold cheeks. He sobbed and cried, and the sound of his cry entered the ears of everyone present, like an invisible hand, tightly grasping the heart of each of them, making everyone's heart seem to stop beating at that moment.
"Let's just call it a day!"
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Aetius, who had always been decisive and resolute, actually softened his heart. Somehow, he could no longer bear to be cruel.
Thermitius just shook his head. "What we did has planted the seeds of hatred in his heart. If we let him go, the seeds will take root and sprout in his heart. Then it will be out of control. So we must kill him, Aetius!"
As soon as Themitius finished speaking, Luca, without saying a word, reached out to pick up the iron sword on the ground, and suddenly jumped up, flashing behind Themitius like a flash of lightning.
"Bang!"
Luca smashed the face of the guard behind Themitius with the hilt of his sword. While the guard closed his eyes and screamed, Luca kicked him in the stomach. In an instant, the captain of the guards was kicked several meters away.
"you……"
Remitius was about to speak, but he felt a chill on his neck, and instantly all the muscles in his body tensed up. Luca had already placed the iron sword on his neck, and Remitius was sweating profusely, and could hardly speak.
"Why, are you scared?"
Because of crying, Luca's voice was still a little trembling, but it was still very intimidating. The voice almost made Thermitius unable to stand, and fear filled his whole body in an instant.
(End of this chapter)