Astia's head was hung on the wooden stakes in the market outside the city, and his grey eyes looked at the bustling below. Occasionally, people would look at the civilians. The roads to the castle became crowded, and there were a large number of chariots. The civilians passed by here.

The red-bottomed golden wheat ears and the top of the flag was embroidered in the wind. The cavalry ran and held high toward the city. The knight with the red-maned iron helmet rushed past a soldier. The trumpet in his hand was also sounded at the same time. It belonged to the Roman Empire. The emperor's flag completed the handover. A large number of soldiers walked out of the military tent and gathered under the emperor's flag to form countless square formations, extending to the distance that was difficult to reach...

As the city of Constantine, where the emperor temporarily lived, a large number of officials and noble entourages ran on the official road outside the castle with official duties. The news of war in the east had actually come. The invasion of the Selius people swept the three legions in an umbrella. The ministers, generals, and nobles who marched with the emperor felt more or less urgency of crisis and went to the palace. At this time, a military meeting had already begun in the hall of the main hall, and the administrative officials carrying official documents quietly passed by from both sides.

Except for the three legions that died in the eastern battlefield, there were twenty-three commanders of more than forty legions in Rome sitting here, sitting upright, looking at the first old man named Septimius Severu with a strong voice.

"….Commod and his successor, Pertinacques, were killed one after another, so I had the opportunity to sit down, reunify the civil strife, conquered the Euphrates River basin, took down the western capital of Parthia, and put Namenia into the arms of Rome. There were few opponents between this world that made me interested. Now the Selius people are here..."

Severus was fifty-six years old, and there were a lot of white hair in his short hair, but his back to everyone was still strong and upright, standing opposite everyone like a mountain: "Without an opponent, the strong will die of depression. When I heard that the Selius, Kushan and Parthia attacked Rome, I was so happy that I couldn't fall asleep both nights. However, Mino Ugael, who were stationed in Tessifon, disappointed me. They lost the face of the Roman warriors and humiliated the proud eagle."

In the solemn atmosphere, the old emperor was thinking about something, turned around, dragging his white robe through everyone's sight.

"... It's good that this is the case. A temporary failure can sound the alarm for you to die, and it can also make the Roman enemies feel blindly confident." In a majestic voice, he walked to the huge seam map, looked at the dense arrow signs on it, and looked at the news that "The news from these days is that our enemies are very good at confusion and use cavalry, so Gayuus and the others die are valuable."

"Your Majesty, the news says that there are many cavalrymen in the Selius." Someone stood up.

The emperor in front of the map waved his hand and asked him to sit down. The urgent question was indeed hovering in the hearts of all the generals, including Severu. He frowned, but did not seem urgent. He looked at the map with a low voice: "...it's a lot, so they will be destroyed in one battle."

After the words fell, the hall was quiet for a long time.

Severu slowly raised his finger and pressed it on the arrow mark on the map, marking marks one by one: "... Egyptian provinces, Gaul provinces, Afilica provinces, Iberia provinces.... The legion where he is located is stationed and cannot move, especially in the Egyptian area, to prevent the Seliusian cavalry from traversing into the past, beware that Alexandria was taken away by them."

The old man turned around and looked at the serious people below and smiled: "Don't be nervous, it's just a few small changes. Now the Selius are also facing two problems. Going west into the Anatolian region or going to the Jewish region, this is a very difficult choice and will be our opportunity to counterattack."

"...I am now issued the order, and I have listened to it! The First to Third Parthian Legion launched an attack on Selius in the northeast of Anatolia; the Seventh Arab Legion marched from the southeast to the Assyrian province, the Fifteenth and Eighth Legion went to the eastern part of Anatolia on standby..."

The war that affected the entire West was decided in this not-magnificent palace hall, with the emperor's orders, that the majestic words would contain thousands, or even countless corpses.

………

The commanders of the various legionaries with the will of the emperor then left. Seville returned to the apse. At this time, there were not many people. His face turned pale, and his skin under his hair was covered with dense sweat. On the other side of his vision, a blond boy sat on the blanket, looking at the skylight outside, and hearing the footsteps, he turned around and saw the old man coming over, and said in a tender voice: "...Are you here to kill me?"

"Why do you think so?" The old man took off his white robe and sat down next to the child.

Dimat blinked his black eyes and turned his head: "What my mother said is that she will either be threatened or killed, and there is no other choice."

Severu smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on the corners of his mouth became even more wrinkled. He stretched out his hand to touch the child's golden hair: "I am the emperor of Rome and a proud warrior. I never waved the butcher knife to the child who had no power to fight back. That was an insult to us. Your father should be like this."

"Then have you seen my father?"

"No, but I can feel that the powerful power from your father's hands can easily destroy everything in Rome." The old man changed his usual majesty and his tone became calm: "Information says that your father is very young, and my youth makes me jealous. This mentality is very bad."

Dimatt's pretty little face wrinkled: "Then you will start a war with my father soon. My mother said, "My father is very powerful, you can't win."

"Hahaha"

The laughter suddenly rushed out of the old man's mouth. Looking at the villain in front of him, he was not angry, but reached out to hold his weak shoulders and said something that Dimat could not understand: "...I fought all my life, from the hottest place to Britain, and then turned to the east. All the enemies died at my feet. Seeing them die, there were no opponents in front of me, but instead felt lonely... Sometimes, I wondered how good it would be if I could live in Caesar, Pompeii's era would be. Unfortunately, people could not go back, so I could only grow old little by little, be praised, and finally died on the warm bed and buried under the cold soil. But now, it is different. I saw your father and the invincible scene of the army from Selius in the East."

In the voice of the words, the old man's gray hair was trembling excitedly, which was a mentality of longing for the enemy.

The sunset shone in from the windowsill, his hunched back slowly straightened, and then he stood up, walked past the boy, stood on the terrace, looking at the red light falling down.

"...... A life with an opponent is desirable." He said.
Chapter completed!