Chapter 99 Falling out

Chaos, just like being dead at that time, in front of me was a dark chaos, I was just floating in it without any consciousness, just like a vegetable.

This feeling was so familiar that I no longer felt overwhelmed. In my heart, I had already accepted death, but I was more looking forward to being able to go back to where I first came from.

"Maybe this time, I can go back!" I comforted myself, letting time slowly pass in that chaos.

I don’t know how long it took, but I just felt a sharp pain, as if it was burning in my chest.

"Damn it! It's happening again!" I almost yelled in pain, but when I opened my eyes again, my wishful thinking of going back was shattered. I was now in a huge tent, and what I saw was truly spectacular. This tent was neither too big nor too small, and was filled with people in different armors, including generals and soldiers. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then again, with so many people coming to comfort a wounded person like me, my show was really too much! The person closest to me was an older doctor, who was using copper clips to remove the faded charcoal on my bare chest piece by piece.

The horrific burn wound on the abdomen was unbearable enough, but now there was a large wound on the chest, which made the feeling even more unbearable.

The old military doctor prepared everything with the help of his assistant. He hastily applied herbal medicine and bandaged me, then bowed slightly behind him.

As if he had received permission, he bowed his head slightly and walked out of the tent with his assistant. His back flashed by, and I saw all the prominent figures in the army. Yes, I mean, most of them were senior officers in gorgeous armor. At the same time, I saw two soldiers coming and standing up my bed, so that I could see all their faces.

The scene was extremely serious for a while. Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at me, and no one said a word. I inexplicably felt a little fear in my heart. I didn't know what they would do to me. Anyway, they didn't want me to die prematurely.

"Speak, Orius Luca!"

That cold voice rang out among the officers I was facing. I looked in the direction of the voice, but I didn't expect that the person who spoke was Anthony, who had been laughing and joking with me and Andrew. At this moment, he was cleaning his nails out of boredom, without even raising his head, and his attitude had changed almost 180 degrees from before. He sat on a gorgeously decorated chair. There were two more such chairs, one for Aetius, and behind him stood many generals in gorgeous armor. There was also a big beard, who was wearing a religious robe and holding a cross. He must be a priest, and behind him stood several followers in robes. This scene didn't seem like a consolation for my escape from death, but more like a trial, a trial of my sins.

"say what?"

I feel like Anthony must be joking with me. My injury hasn't healed yet. What's the meaning of him coming to me with such a large force?

"I hope you won't play dumb with me, Orius Luca!" Anthony's tone was so cold that it almost gave off a chill. His eyes were fixed on me, and the cold light in his eyes almost looked me up and down. I had never seen such a vigilant look on his face before, and I couldn't even tell whether it was real or fake. Especially at the end, he read out my name one by one like popping beans, which was quite a warning.

"I don't understand what you're saying!"

I really didn't understand what Anthony meant, so I said it directly, hoping that Anthony wouldn't beat around the bush with me in front of Aetius and the priest. The pain in my chest hadn't gone away, and the excessive blood loss made me weak at the moment, so I didn't speak loudly.

"Aurius Luca!" Anthony slowly stood up, walked in front of me, bent down, and faced me. His expression was cold, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in it, as if telling me that he was not joking.

"Tell me, where is your chief centurion, Guy?"

"I have no idea!"

I told the truth: "I was seriously injured and fell before he disappeared. I didn't see where Guy went!"

"Oh, so that's how it is." Anthony's tone revealed doubts that could not be hidden. He waved behind him, and the soldier standing behind his seat understood, took out a long pole, and handed it to Anthony. Anthony slammed the long pole on the ground in front of me.

"Come and take a look, what is this?"

I followed Andrew's finger upwards and saw the golden twin flags, covered in blood.

"Aurius Luca!" Anthony raised his head, almost looking at me with his nose, and said to me: "As the chief centurion and the flag bearer of the 14th Gemini Legion, you have the reason and mission to ensure the safety of your highest commander, but what? Even this flag was taken back from the hands of those barbarians!"

"You mean, we the survivors are fully responsible for Guy's disappearance?"

Ridiculous. What Anthony wanted to express sounded particularly absurd and ridiculous at this moment.

"Yes, that's what I meant!" Anthony answered very casually, as if everything was under his control.

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Next, he was seen holding the blood-stained twin military flags, waving his robe, turning around, and striding up to Aetius and the priest.

"Okay, gentlemen." Anthony pointed at me and said to Aetius and the priest, "I can now announce that Orius Luca deserted the battlefield, causing the 14th Gemini Legion to lose its chief centurion Guy. This was a high-ranking officer, so it's not an exaggeration to say that this is a betrayal!" As he said that, he turned his back to me and faced the priest holding the golden cross.

The priest nodded repeatedly, as if they were in collusion with each other. On the contrary, Anthony ignored Aetius. Aetius said nothing, sat lazily in his seat, and stared at Anthony silently.

"Very good. Since Grand Marshal Aetius and Bishop Galba have no objections, we will execute Orius Luca in the name of the Senate!"

As he spoke, he switched the military flag from his right hand to his left hand, and with his free right hand he drew the iron sword from the scabbard at his waist and pointed it at my neck, resting it on my shoulder, the sharp blade almost piercing my flesh.

(End of this chapter)