Relying on its terrifying combat power and beyond imagination, the Roman Empire finally successfully conquered World War II, but it was an era without Rome.

A powerful emperor who was self-conceived that his own empire would never fall for thousands of years, looked at the dark third century recorded in history and the sexy actions of Karakara recorded in history, Severu, as an old father, shed tears of pain.

"Come and send a copy of the history books of the Han Dynasty." After Severus whipped Karakara with a whip, he said to his own city guard.

Why can only make your family unhappy? Of course, you have to make everyone unhappy together?

This future is indeed too disgusting. How could I, Severu, live to be 66 years old? I have such a great body, I didn’t say that I started at the age of two hundred. Besides, even if Severu capsizes, Caesar can still take charge. How can I survive such a mentally retarded person like Caracala?

Looking at the speculation sent by scientists in the World War II world - what happened in history may be the approximate history of their almost god-demon history that shakes the ripples of time, Severu felt much more at ease, at least the future is not so disgusting, but in the final conclusion, the messed-up guy will still mess up, and Severu hangs up Karakala and beats it up again.

"Your Majesty, the former patriarch of the Claudi family asked you to reopen the time gate." Letas respectfully saluted Severus, then looked ahead without looking at him, as if he hadn't seen Caracala being pumped into a pool of mud. Caracala's life has been really sad recently.

"Restart the time gate?" Severu frowned, "Let Sergio come here by himself."

"Your Majesty, I'm here." Sergio was waiting before, but Severu was whipping Karakara back and forth, which made him really feel a little unwilling to go there.

"What are you doing to reopen the time gate?" Severu asked with a frown.

"To pull the Roman strong men downstream of time to this era, a too dark future requires us, the strong men upstream of history, to save them. And there are indeed many great Roman descendants in the future. How about dragging them to this era?" Sergio said very seriously.

"The invasion of European barbarians even made us defeat in the future..." Sergio explained. He was also looking at the history obtained from World War II recently, watching how the Roman Empire collapsed little by little, and watching how Christianity climbed from the bottom of the present to the emperor. This was simply their black history of Rome, but these history was unexpectedly reasonable.

This is true. The power obtained by killing some gods with the ability to distinguish between true and falsehood made Sergio understand that these are true and will really happen in the future.

"This is just an accident! Is it a problem for mere European barbarians?" Severu said gritting his teeth, "These are just a series of accidents. Our Roman Empire will not collapse, and Caracala will never ascend to the throne!"

As he was speaking, Severu's whip whipped at his son again. For Severu, instead of letting his son hang on the pillar of shame, it would be better to just kill him!

"Your Majesty are the problems, you know more than me." Sergio sighed.

Why do these senior officials in Rome think that what the scientists of World War II said is true? Because in order to distinguish history, senior officials have killed all the gods who can distinguish the truth and falsehood, and even sneaked to the Kushan place where there are hundreds of millions of gods to kill them.

"What do you think of?" Severu took a deep breath.

"Open the time gate and bring up the people of his own downstream from history. Constantine and Justinian are all very excellent emperors. They are limited by the background of the times and have almost done their best. They are just not strong enough, so they compromise. There are thousands of other Roman strongmen!" Sergio said very seriously.

"Now is the strongest era in the past three thousand years before and two thousand years after our Roman Empire. We can even defeat the barbarians who occupy our territory a thousand eight hundred years later, and we have the time gate, so we can save those people!" Sergio said very seriously.

"We can wade directly from the long river of time to face the future Goths, Huns, and all other enemies. Now we have enough strength to lift the coffin lid of history and let them understand that what they have defeated is just a phantom of history." Sergio said with anger. How could the Roman Empire collapse like this and how could it be trampled by the barbarians!

"Our Roman era is the brightest beacon of this era, and we Rome also have the power to truly turn history." Sergio's voice was extremely loud and hard.

Severu was stunned for a moment and then laughed wildly. Yes, instead of tangling with the problem of Karakara, it is better to solve the hidden dangers in history. All opponents will be solved by fighting one by one. The Goths are the problem, so kill this nation, the Huns are the problem, so kill these bastards, and Sassanthemums are the threat, so don't let them establish them.

Accompanied by Severu's orders, the time gates were established one after another, and top Roman legions were prepared. Rome worked hard to correct the time axis. In the era of Vallelian, the Sassanthemum and the Persians would hunt in the Mesopotamian River Basin and kill Shapur II.

"Friends, what's going on in Rome now?" Alessandro looked at Vallelian coldly and asked.

"First Auxiliary Legion? Haven't you disbanded?" Valerian looked at the warrior in disbelief. He was powerful and mighty. A mere legion easily crushed 110,000 elite legion surrounding him.

"We came from more than fifty years ago and drove along the long river of time. You are good, you can come to our time." The time gate appeared behind Alessandro again, and then they stepped in and disappeared.

The Goths were on the verge of the city, and a door opened in the Roman sky, and then the ancient Roman legion killed all the Goths in front of descendants.

"Friends, you really disappoint us elders. We need to cross time to save you." Palmiro raised his hand, and the light turned into a physical body, directly washing the Goths in front, almost like a god and a demon.

The years were revised by the ancient Romans, and only a few emperors gained recognition.

"Is this my life?" Justinian looked at the young man who helped him defeat the enemy and allowed the empire to continue, and asked with a free smile. He had finished reading the history books that Benito gave him, and also understood what the original history should be. Now he is not an emperor, but he has the emperor's mind.

"The honorable Emperor Justinian, the commander of the 14th Legion from three hundred years ago, pays tribute to you." Benito said seriously, "Consul Caesar, His Majesty Severu, invites you to ancient Rome and prepare to take over as the second emperor of the Severu Dynasty."

"The glory of Rome." Justinian burst into tears, looking at the history books. He was already forty years old and had experienced a lot of experience. Only then did Justinian truly understand how hard he fought in his life and how much failure he failed.

There is the most Roman emperor, the glory given by later generations, the glory given by ten great emperors in the world, and the glory given by later generations, but these are not what he wanted. His eighty-year pursuit of life was only one thing, closing down the Mediterranean and rebuilding the glory of Rome. However, in his lifetime, there was only one gap left in Spain, but in the end he fell under the years.

"Okay." Justinian slowly took over the letter of state submitted by the 14th Legion. He understood why Caesar, Severu and others chose him instead of Constantine, not only for strength but also for enlightenment. He and Constantine were just a slight difference in ability, but what he had done in his life was an impossible thing.

The only emperor of the top ten human history is Justinian, the loser, and the others are successful!

Justinian went to the ancient Roman era, looking at the still complete Roman royal city, and looking at the wealthy Roman citizens, shed tears involuntarily. The ancestors were so powerful, why were they weak? This time, they must not fail.

When the Roman Empire was full of timelines to catch its own family, the Han Dynasty also managed to get the magic empire, absorbed a lot of wisdom, and then changed the technology of the Piercing Gate with Rome in exchange for the Time Gate technology. In this regard, Rome had no hidden intentions, and gave complete technology, and even sent twenty-four historical materials.

After reading these historical records, the Han Dynasty also looked angry. Later generations could actually be so frugal that they would be bullied by small countries in the east.

"Ziyi, don't you destroy several countries every day? What's going on!" a group of people said angrily, and Taishi Ci was also a little doubtful about life. What is this about writing about.

"Calm down, let's use the time gate technology from Rome to build the time gate to save the guys from later generations." Chen Xi said angrily.

"I think it's just that each family can save each family. If you can't save it, it's incompetent!" Cao Cao said with annoyed arms, "If you're mentally retarded like Sima, you should let Sima save it yourself."

"I really think our family can't save it?" Sima Yeon said with a dark face, "We will solve it ourselves when we go and kill all the dead children!"

"The Nine-rank Zhongzheng system is really good." Xun Shuang looked at the crowded mentally retarded situation in the history books, and then said to Chen Ji, who said that he wanted to tear the book at this moment.

"The Cao family's performance is similar to that of the Sima family." Chen Ji said to Cao Cao with anger, and Cao Cao's face was ashen.

"Sun Zhongmou is really interesting," Cao Cao said with his eyes rolling.

Sun Ce directly pinched Sun Quan's neck and wanted to strangle Sun Quan to death. I asked you to take care of my wife and children. Just take care of this, you are not even as good as Sima!

"Why do I feel the problem is getting bigger and bigger the more I look at it? It seems that not long after the Red Cliff, everyone seemed to be mentally retarded." Liu Bei looked at his own performance in the Battle of Yiling, smacked his lips, and then everyone looked at Zhou Yu.

"What does it have to do with me? If I were that guy from Shishu, I wouldn't have enough of the ten Cao Rens to beat me." Zhou Yu said with a dark face.

"Okay, stop making trouble. There are even worse things to do later. The Eight Kings Rebellion, the Yang family, Sima family, and He family, what do you mean?" Yuan Shu was not afraid of the big deal and directly slapped the table and asked. Anyway, our old Yuan family had already left the market and there was not much trouble.

"If you weren't Yuan Gonglu's first emperor, the banner of the Han Dynasty would collapse?" Yang Zhong angrily scolded, "Who is the one who is not a bunch of bad things, who are you talking about! You Yuan Shu are looking for death!"
Chapter completed!