Chapter 749 The Lion and the Wolf Pack 13

The grasslands of Africa are covered with lion groups. There are as many lion kings as there are lion groups. The old lion king falls and the new lion king ascends the throne. This is the eternal law of lions.

As for how to become the new king, one only needs to climb up the stairs stained with the blood of the old king, and finally sit on the throne made of the old king's bones to enjoy the worship within the four realms, and announce to the known world that the old king has passed away and the new king has arrived.

Luca followed this principle. He stepped on blood and became the most ordinary soldier who walked out of the side of Nar until he became Dominate and Augustus of the new Rome. Maybe even he himself didn't know how many opponents fell under his bloody sword in this vigorous struggle.

He is a lion, and there is no shortage of lions in God's kingdom. To become the lion king, one must destroy all the lions and build the throne with their blood and bones. Of course, Luca did it.

Even the strongest lion king cannot escape the aftereffects of the passage of time.

Yes, a true king can defeat all enemies who challenge his authority, but the one thing he cannot defeat is the time that passes silently and tracelessly but at a rapid speed.

Time is a strange poison. It can make a weak child grow into a powerful warrior, giving him strength and resourcefulness. After middle age, it can soften his muscles and dull his brain day by day, and eventually make the nearly perfect warrior degenerate into a chattering old stubborn, curled up on the bed all day, telling his children and grandchildren about the glory of the past.

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

Luga came to power in a hurry, and he was so hasty along the way that he did not leave enough time for future generations to prove his extraordinary achievements.

Like Trajan's memorial, Constantine's triumphal arch, or even a large bathhouse like Caracalla's.

The tight finances could not support the construction of the Basilica of St. Luculcanus, so the construction period had to be extended indefinitely, with the completion date nowhere in sight, not to mention anything left for future generations to witness.

The diseases that came from nowhere were tormenting Luga all the time. Perhaps only mental torture was the most powerful means for this body to expel them.

The two armies collided, the silver light of the swords accompanied by roars, and the blood spurting from the wounds accompanied by wailing became the main theme of the battle.

These Vandals who were intoxicated with killing probably never imagined that the Romans before them were nothing like the security guards patrolling with wooden sticks.

They were all soldiers who had followed Augustus in his battles all year round. Each of them had made great achievements in battle and some were guards as strong as centurions. They had rich experience in fighting. The barbarians' rough fighting skills were bloody and cruel, but mixed with clumsiness.

The barbarian in front of him was waving the blood-stained axe in his hand, swinging it frequently, each time hitting the shield held by Luga like a heavy punch.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Heavy noises continued to ring out, and Luga's arms sank again and again. His palms were left with red marks from the belt. He stared at the aggressive guy in front of him as the Vandal roared loudly and growled like a wild beast.

Just as the axe was deeply embedded in the shield, Luga raised his head and saw that the axe that pierced the shield was right above his head. The axe blade, which had long been blunt, was less than a few centimeters away from his eyes.

“Die!”

Just as the Vandal tried to pull out the axe, Luca growled, raised his left hand, and threw the axe in the Vandal's hand into the air.

The Vandal screamed, probably not expecting that he did not seize the opportunity to hold the weapon in his hand.

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

Luga raised the Dragon's Breath Sword and pierced his chest violently. It must have pierced his lung, because the Vandal's roar stopped abruptly. He opened his mouth wide, his face ashen, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

"laugh!"

Luga twisted the sword and pulled it out. The sharp blade brought out a pool of blood, and the unfortunate guy immediately fell to his knees.

"It's your honor to die under the Dragon's Breath Sword, you damn guy!" Luga spat at the corpse. He threw down his shield and wiped the blood on the blade with his sleeve.

The soldiers beside him formed a dense array and continued to advance. Naturally, these scattered Vandal soldiers were no match for them and could only flee in panic, leaving behind a trail of corpses.

Luga did not order his soldiers to chase the barbarians. He just raised his hand and ordered his soldiers to stop. Then he said: "No need to chase them. We have more things to do now. Defending this block is our most important task!"

At this time, at the gate of Europa, a large number of Vandals attacked the walls of Europa, where a large number of soldiers were deployed.

Thousands of Roman soldiers died in their sleep, and those who woke up could only struggle to hold on under the city gates in disheveled clothes, holding shields and spears.

After all, the Europa Gate is closest to the Vandal army outside the city, and it is also the first place reached by the vanguard troops pouring in from the Tiber River. The attack here is obviously the most important!

The Vandals poured out from all directions like a flood, and the Roman soldiers guarding the city gates gathered under the gates. They formed a huge semicircle with shields and spears, using shields to resist the repeated attacks of the Vandals and their vassal troops.

"Damn it! Where did they come from!"

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The officer defending the city ordered the soldiers to continue resisting while he kept asking himself these questions in his mouth and in his heart, because he still firmly believed that the Vandals were blocked outside the city.

Behind him, a lot of roars could be heard from the city gate amidst the fighting and roars. The Vandals outside the city gate were busy clearing the wreckage of the siege vehicles. They were going to attack the city gate head-on and give the crumbling city gate a new blow! "Where are the Roman soldiers! Where are our reinforcements? Where did the Vandals come from!"

They were questioning and confused, but even so they still withstood the barbarians' attacks again and again, forming a human wall with their bloodstained and broken shields.

Vokrick came with a group of soldiers. When he saw the backs of the Vandals, he did not hesitate and led his soldiers to speed up. He took the lead, holding an iron sword, and jumped up.

"roar!!!"

The Vandal heard his roar and turned around, only to see a Roman officer in iron armor falling from mid-air, followed by an iron sword.

Before the Vandal could even scream, the iron sword in Vokrick's hand pierced through him.

The soldiers followed Vokrick and turned into charging horses, roaring and charging into the Vandal army.

Under the sudden attack, the Vandals were at a loss for a moment. Because they were each commanded by different officers, they could not give timely commands when they were stabbed from behind, causing the army formation to be disrupted.

Vorrick turned into the god of death in the chaos. He roared and swung his blood-stained iron sword hard. One after another, the Vandals fell in a pool of blood.

"My king, the Romans are counterattacking!"

On the Tiber River, the news sent by scouts from the front line was brought to Gaiseric's command desk. Gaiseric was not surprised to hear the news. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly in his calmness, revealing an incomprehensible smile.

(End of this chapter)