Chapter 676 You are greedy for my body, you are a slut!
Persia, border town.
An atmosphere of depression and anxiety permeated everywhere. The doors of every household were closed, the streets were in a mess and desolate state, and fully armed Persian soldiers were constantly patrolling back and forth in the city, imposing martial law throughout the city.
But even so, many Persian residents still took advantage of the cover of night to quietly flee the border and head inland.
Because just a few days ago, the expeditionary force that was supposed to crush the enemy country and open up new frontiers for the Persian plow with sword and fire returned and brought back shocking news.
The Persian army was defeated!
And it was an unprecedented defeat!
The heroic king Garshasbu died in battle, and the sharpshooter Arash was seriously injured...
Crown Prince Darius III managed to escape from the siege under the protection of two foreign heroes, Arjuna and Karna.
But as a price, the accompanying mystics, meteor legions and undead army suffered heavy losses, and only one in a hundred survived.
Out of the hundreds of thousands of troops, only less than 20,000 defeated soldiers escaped.
The reasons for this disastrous defeat were, firstly, mistakes made by the commanding class and misjudgment of the enemy's strength, and secondly, it was said that several gods had come down to fight, causing a horrific natural disaster on the battlefield, killing a large number of soldiers.
Moreover, the remaining poison of Shenwei goes far beyond this.
After this battle, the plain that served as the battlefield was completely unrecognizable. The magical turbulence caused by the war between gods lasted for weeks. The explosions and roars could be heard for thousands of miles. The dazzling aurora made the night as bright as day. The aftermath almost caused this border town in the Persian Empire to sink into the crack in the ground.
Because of this, the Persian residents, who had experienced the terrifying aftermath of the divine power, fled to the interior like frightened birds, trying to stay away from the war that was about to break out again.
Because failure does not mean the end.
Neither the monarchs of the empire nor the gods of the Pantheon will easily swallow this humiliation.
So, the next war will come soon.
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At the same time, in the Roman Age of Gods, in Claudius's private residence.
Lorne, who was standing behind his desk, raised his head and looked at the two patients who had just climbed down from their beds, with a hint of concern in his eyes:
"How is your injury recovering?"
"Thanks to you, I'm almost fully recovered now."
Caesar and Alexander shook their limbs, which had just been freed from bandages, and smiled to show that they were now fine.
After all, with the personal orders from the God of Origin, even if they were blown into pieces, they could probably be put back together by the priests of the Pantheon.
Luo En nodded, waved his hand to call two chairs, motioned for the two to sit down, and then asked:
"How do you feel after this battle?"
Caesar and Alexander looked at the God of Origin and hesitated:
"You want to hear the truth?"
"certainly!"
"Compared to the gods, humans are so insignificant."
Caesar and Alexander looked at each other and sighed at the same time:
"The right time, the right place, the right military training and coordination, the right strategy and tactics... We took every step carefully and made countless sacrifices to make the balance of victory slightly tilt towards us."
"However, the situation was reversed immediately after the gods made a slight move. All our efforts became a joke. If it weren't for the reinforcements you sent, I'm afraid that we and our soldiers would have become the souls killed by the Persians..."
As they spoke, their tone was full of frustration.
As the most outstanding military commanders in human history, they found that even if they used their strategies and tactics to the extreme, they could not seem to make up for the gap between humans and gods.
Correspondingly, in this war between the Age of Gods.
The gods seem to be the main force in determining the fate of their respective worlds. The impact that humans can have on the entire war situation is minimal, even negligible.
Human beings are still too small and too powerless.
Its existence and efforts are almost meaningless to this war.
Seeing this cruel reality, Caesar and Alexander's faces were filled with bitterness.
"That's not the case." Loen shook his head and said seriously, "If you hadn't used only tens of thousands of people to stop the attack of hundreds of thousands of Persian troops, disrupted the enemy's formation, and forced the Persians to show their cards in advance, Nero and his men would not have been able to succeed so easily. And being able to force the gods to intervene personally with mortal bodies, no matter what the result is, you have enough to be proud of."
Caesar and Alexander felt a little relieved when they heard this.
But that deep-rooted feeling of powerlessness still prevented them from feeling much joy after winning.
Luo En couldn't help but snorted and said, "Okay, stop looking so sad, I'm not dead yet.
Persia has gods, don’t you have any too?
Whether it is gods or humans, they all have their own things to do.
The war that belongs to God should be resolved by God; the future that belongs to man should be fought for by man!
Why bother yourself with trivial matters? "
After hearing this, Caesar and Alexander felt relieved and said in unison:
"You're right, we're asking for trouble."
Seeing that the two had resolved their grievances, Luo En showed a satisfied smile on his face:
"That's right. If a war breaks out, we will be responsible for blocking the gods of the alien races. At that time, the battlefield belonging to humans will be handed over to you."
"Don't worry, as long as there are no external factors interfering, we will kill as many Persians as possible!"
Caesar and Alexander puffed out their chests and answered proudly.
After the previous battle, they had already understood the true strength of the Persian army:
This is a tribal alliance that was forcibly integrated together for the sake of interests. It looks huge, but it is extremely loose and lacks strong pillars. It is like a sand castle on the beach, which will collapse at the slightest impact.
In contrast, what Greece, Celts and Rome lacked the least was professional soldiers.
Compared with the Persian vassal armies that were still in the tribal alliance period, it was simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
Coupled with equally high-quality military generals, it is still unclear who will win or lose.
"Very good, this is the momentum we need!" Luo En smiled, then waved to the two of them and said, "Okay, you guys have just recovered from your injuries, go down and rest first. When you are well, I will give you a chance to return to the battlefield."
The two nodded respectfully and then left one after another.
As he watched the two people leave, the smile on Loen's face gradually faded.
As he expected, the Battle of the Cilician Plain was just a small test by the Persians.
The purpose is to confirm each other's borders and territories, as well as the strength level of both sides.
Although Caesar and Alexander successfully wiped out the Persian troops that infiltrated the Roman Age of Gods with their excellent strategies and tactics, as well as the perfect support from the Pantheon, the Persians did not dare to act rashly in the short term.
However, as the first great empire spanning Asia, Africa and Europe in human history, the Achaemenid Empire had terrifying war potential in terms of territory, population, gods and other aspects. This loss was insignificant to them.
In comparison, the five gods under Loen's command all have their own problems.
The destiny of Greece was destroyed and reshaped; Northern Europe was repeatedly tormented by Orlaug; the Celts experienced four major invasions...
The worst off was Babylon, which had to give up even its territory, leaving only the Garden of Eden.
Rome was relatively better, but because it was a unity of tribes, there were certain internal conflicts.
In short, once a full-scale war breaks out, the situation will probably be very unfavorable for Europe.
And now, the signs of war are becoming more and more obvious.
Loen flipped through the latest battle reports on the table, and his brows gradually furrowed.
The news came from the three great gods of Greece, Celtic and Nordic.
Enemy ships and vassal armies from the five great Persian gods appeared in the Aegean Sea, the Irish Sea, the Middle Atrium and other areas.
Obviously, the temptations against the five great gods of Europe were multifaceted.
The Persian army on the Cilician Plain was just one of them. Even if excellent tactics were used to inflict severe damage on them, it would not be able to change the overall strategic layout of the Persian Empire.
The storm is coming...
Luo En sighed, raised his hand to press his sore temples, and walked towards his bedroom under the cold moonlight.
However, as soon as he entered the room, he looked at the bulging bedding, his face darkened, he reached into it, and pulled out a student who had evil intentions:
"Nero? You're pretty free, aren't you? It seems I didn't assign enough homework."
"How could that be, sir! I have been working very hard and recently exploring the aesthetic arts of drawing and sculpture."
The Roman Emperor, being held by the collar, waved his hands like batons, spoke in an impassioned tone, and looked solemn and dignified.
Luo En looked at the dancing student and sneered:
"You study art, why are you in my room?"
"Looking for a model, of course!"
"Model? What model?"
"Didn't we agree that after this war, you would be my nude model so that I can perfect my aesthetics?"
Nero said as he skillfully opened the magic circle diagram and took out a whole box of drawing boards and plaster.
"Look, I've even got the drawing board and the plaster ready! When do we start?"
His amber eyes rolled around, looking expectantly and eagerly at the perfect model in front of him who had not yet "taken off her armor".
Luo En rolled his eyes and snorted coldly:
"That's what you said, I didn't agree
"Not objecting is the same as consenting. Isn't that what you taught me? Now that I've won the battle, you actually want to renege on your debt!"
"Don't try to deceive me. When did I ever teach you this? You are clearly just talking to yourself!"
Seeing that his plan had failed, Nero immediately fell into a state of dejection, and looked as if he was about to cry:
"In order to win this battle, they assembled the army and set up the altar without stopping, and they didn't sleep for days and nights. In order to completely defeat the resistance of the Persian army, they risked their lives and fought with the Persian hero king. In the end, in order to expand the victory, they kept the Persian hero and were almost stabbed to death by him. If you don't believe me, just look, the wound hasn't healed yet!"
As she spoke, the girl unbuttoned her clothes and pulled off her collar, trying to prove her achievement.
Seeing the snow-white hair about to burst out, Luo En's hair tingled, and he quickly covered Nero's slightly open collar, saying helplessly:
"Believe it, I believe it, okay?"
"Then considering how hard I've worked, shouldn't you show some appreciation, teacher?"
Nero raised his head and looked eagerly at his teacher, without a single tear on his face:
"Like, make a small sacrifice for art, for the empire?"
Luo En's face twitched, and he looked at his student with disdain:
"You call that for art? You're just greedy for my body! You're a slut!"
"It's not as dirty as you say! I just think the lines on your body are great... well... your muscles are streamlined without looking abrupt; your skin is both tough and delicate, and the overall outline is very suitable as a sample for copying on a drawing board and rock carving."
Nero defended himself passionately, saying:
"Beauty belongs not only to you, but also to the world! I just want to reproduce this beauty with the drawing board and preserve this art with plaster. Is there anything wrong with that?"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but put her hand on her teacher's chest and started to grab, knead and massage those perfect muscles.
Well, that's awesome!
Loen felt a chill and goose bumps all over his body, and quickly distanced himself from the "artist".
Nero was still not satisfied and tried to persuade him again:
"Teacher, don't be shy, let me touch it again... ahem... let me feel it again... art!"
"I, your teacher, have already felt your passion for pursuing art."
"real?"
"Well, it was the teacher who misunderstood you."
Loen pushed away the claw that was reaching out to him without leaving a trace, and patted his beloved disciple's shoulder gently to show encouragement and approval.
Nero was extremely excited and his heart was surging:
"I knew you would understand me, teacher! So, when do we start? Why don't you take off your clothes first?"
"Don't worry."
Lorne once again pushed away Nero's outstretched claws, with a meaningful smile in his eyes:
"Don't worry about painting and sculpture yet. I also have an art that you can learn first."
"What?"
Luo En pulled out a seven or eight meter long animal tendon from the magic circle with his right hand, and a sinister smile appeared on his face:
"yz binding!"
Nero's face changed and he quickly jumped out of bed and rushed out the door.
However, before she stepped out of the room, a sharp sound of breaking air was heard behind her.
whoosh!
The animal tendons infused with magic power snaked around like a venomous snake, first wrapping around Nero's ankles and knocking him down, then folding in half and putting them around Nero's fair neck, then tying knots in sequence at his collarbone, sternum, and leg bones.
Then, the rope end was tied into a knot slightly above the back of the animal, and then passed through the back of the neck, pulling the entire tendon to the left and right, thus forming a diamond-shaped braided pattern.
This braiding pattern has a special name in the bondage world, called "Turtle Shell Bondage", and it is a skill that Loen is quite skilled in.
Loen planned to wait until his beloved disciple had fully understood this first lesson before he could start teaching new content.
For example, four horses standing with their legs tied together and being tied up?
These are all arts that can be studied in depth, and he just happens to be lacking the materials.
Feeling the tendons tightening around him, Nero couldn't help but beg for mercy with a sad face:
"Teacher, I don't want to learn anymore, and I don't want any reward either."
"That won't work, learning never ends!"
Loen refused righteously, and imitated Nero's tone, comforting him earnestly:
"For the sake of art, you have to make sacrifices."
Then, he admired the work of art he had created with great satisfaction, threw the rope over the door frame and tied it tightly.
Nero, with a turtle tied to his body, was hung at the door like a doorbell.
Through the window, Loen admired his masterpiece for a few more times, then lay down on the bed in a happy mood, continuing to feel the power of art that transcends time and space in his dreams.
“A-choo!”
A cold wind blew, and Nero, who was swaying in the air, kept sneezing, with tears faintly emerging in his eyes.
This is different from what we agreed!
(End of this chapter)
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