Chapter 1024 Cyprian’s Decision

When he heard that Ardashir had succeeded, Temujin roared.

"Take your strong bow and fight out!"

He knew very well that if he didn't rush out now while the opponent's mind was swaying, and when the opponent reacted and burned the fury of revenge on them, he would really be unable to get out.

So Temujin directly opened up a trump card he was holding, held a strong bow in his hand and shot the golden arrow in a relatively weak direction.

Immediately afterwards, all the soldiers who were light cavalry among the Mongolian cavalry took out their bows and shot a golden arrow.

A golden torrent directly covered the area, and the soldiers who were shot, whether they were sixteen paladins, fourteen groups, or ordinary elites, were all wiped out instantly.

The torrent of arrows washed from this direction, with no screams and no blocking. All meaning was lost in the face of this torrent, which was like a legion attacking.

Attolame on the periphery was horrified. As a military soul archer and a Parthian horseman, no one understood the significance of this torrent better than him.

If the Parthian cavalry chose to take into account both rate of fire and power, then the Mongolian cavalry abandoned its rate of fire and focused on power.

In terms of the killing effect of this torrent alone, the arrows of the Parthian cavalry are far inferior to those of the Mongolian cavalry. Of course, the Parthian cavalry takes into account both the speed of fire and can shoot many arrows with both power and power. In total, it is far greater than that of the Mongolian cavalry.

The lethality of the Mongolian cavalry.

But in Attolame's memory, the Mongolian cavalry should be a melee cavalry slightly inferior to the Holy Fall.

Now that such a move was suddenly revealed, Attola was really surprised, because the bows and arrows of the Mongolian cavalry were only slightly inferior to them.

If both melee and long-range combat are at par with each other, then the overall strength of this legion will be far greater than any of their legions.

But everyone has a military spirit, so how could Temujin go so far in the military spirit, as if he had been immersed in it for hundreds of years.

He didn't understand how Temujin did this.

Although Attolame was a guard and knew that they accepted the Huns' heritage, he did not know that Temujin was a descendant of the Huns.

In other words, except for Fars Sasan and Vogjis V, no one else knows.

Because after Temujin and others merged into Parthia, there were no Huns anymore, only the Xixia tribe, the Mongolian tribe, the Dajin tribe and other small tribes.

Parthia itself is a country that originated from nomads and contains countless small tribes.

As for why this can be achieved, it is naturally attributed to the famous saying of the old Shanyu.

Either Han or Hu, so the Xiongnu were tolerant of anything outside the Han Dynasty.

This is also the reason why Temujin and the others were able to use the remaining will of the Hun Empire to help Parthia rebuild the will of the empire and occupy a quota for a military soul army.

Because from the perspective of the will of the empire, the entire Parthia has become part of the Huns, but the tribe named Parthia has gained power.

The Xiongnu themselves have no hereditary tradition. Whoever has a bigger fist is the Xiongnu Chanyu.

However, he was surprised, and Attolame was not sluggish. After Temujin broke out, he quickly began to move with his troops.

He also heard Ardashir's roar. Since he had achieved his goal, he should retreat.

He did not withdraw directly, but moved in the direction of Temujin's explosion. He wanted to respond to Temujin.

After all, it was easy for Ardashir to fight his way out of the rear camp. Temujin's side was faced with multiple eagle flags, coupled with the fire of revenge from the mourning soldiers, and might suffer heavy losses.

"Jin Wushu, take your people and fight a bloody path for me!" Temujin roared at Jin Wushu.

The other party was still fighting with those Roman soldiers, what a fool.

"Yes!" Jin Wushu replied subconsciously. He was also the leader of a branch tribe, but his momentum was completely crushed by Temujin.

Jin Wushu led Tiefutu and started fighting along the gap created by Temujin's explosion. By relying on the gap that had not been closed, he successfully opened a huge hole again.

And Temujin led his Qingqi to unleash another torrent of powerful arrows, and then followed Tiefu Tu to break through the gap.

"You guys leave quickly, I'll cut off the rear!" Looking at the two legions escaping one after another, Attolame took the initiative to take over the task of cutting off the rear.

Among the four legions, he has the smallest consumption. At this time, he is naturally the one to cut off the rear.

"give it to you!"

Temujin was not being pretentious. The Mongolian cavalry had indeed reached its limit. Even though he was killing extremely hard, the lethality of the last wave of powerful arrows was already plummeting.

Different from the previous annihilation of everyone in their path, less than three-tenths of those shot died, and the rest were all injured.

Originally this was quite good, after all, injuries were mostly linked to death.

However, the opponent's angel troops have proven with facts that if they cannot be killed directly, then the battle loss rate of these soldiers will be kept to a minimum, and it is even possible that none of them will die.

You know, soldiers who survive the battlefield will become stronger.

What they face next time will only be a more powerful opponent.

"This road is blocked!" Atratome stared at the 16th Holy Knight and the 14th combined legion approaching more than a hundred steps away. Pale silk threads appeared on the bows of all the divine knights, and then turned into arrows.

The arrow, the bright will and the cloud arrows combine with each other and appear on the bowstring of the divine knight.

There was a slight crash, and countless white light arrows were shot out. The ultimate skill used to fully liberate the army soul at all costs. This is the ultimate effect of the divine cavalry army soul. The cloud arrows are accompanied by their own absolute will.

Instantly covers the entire front.

The torrent of arrows washed away from the front of the Divine Cavalry. There was no scream or block. The tenacity of the Sixteenth Legion, the infinite changes of the Fourteenth Legion, and the treatment of the Angel Legion were all here.

All meaning was lost for a moment.

In one breath, twenty arrows were released by a single person, with both extreme speed and power.

Almost instantly destroy all the pursuers in the front.

As this torrent fell, the entire battlefield fell into silence.

Atratome showed a confident look, and then left with all the soldiers.

In the face of such a terrifying attack, even the angry Roman legions could only remain silent.

"This is impossible!" Benito looked at this scene in disbelief, even trembling a little.

"What terrifying power! What terrifying speed!"

At this time, Frederick could no longer care about the loss of his soldiers, and his fear of Parthia had reached its peak.

Even the archangels Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael fell silent under such a torrent.

They clearly sensed the destruction that came with that torrent. If they were in it, they would only be destroyed.

"Do you want to chase? The opponent's consumption will not be too small!" Frederick turned to ask Benito.

Benito himself was a little hesitant. To be honest, according to common sense, it is impossible for the opponent to have the ability to continuously explode.

Just like the previous torrent of Temujin's arrows, it has completely lost its original power the second time, and now it is probably almost the same as ordinary arrows.

But, what if.

When we caught up just now, nearly 200 of the 14 soldiers were dead. Plus the losses in the previous fighting, Benito felt extremely distressed.

The rogue legion belongs to the rogue legion, but in such a head-to-head encounter with the three talents and military souls, the loss is really too great.

But fortunately, their army has sufficient reserve soldiers, and they only need a little training to recover, so there is no need to worry too much about this.

It's just that Benito was thinking about the threat posed by Parthia. As a general with a strategic vision, he had clearly realized that the threat from Parthia was no less than that of Great Britain in the north.

But in other words, Great Britain's biggest problem cannot be solved with barbarians, it must be solved with the lives of Roman citizens.

Although the Roman nobles were not afraid of war or death, the problem of barbarians troubled them.

Therefore, every Roman citizen is an immeasurable currency of the Roman Empire and must be cherished.

"Stop chasing! Organize the army and stay where you are! Announce the news and let the two wings come closer to prevent Parthia from launching a decisive battle!" Cyprian's voice sounded. He held the papal scepter high and gave the order loudly.

The cardinals and paladins around Cyprian began to assist Cyprian in carrying out the order with complete obedience.

"Bishop Cyprian!"

Bisiel was the first to react, and then began to rectify the soldiers of the Fifteen Fanatic Legion according to Cyprian's order.

Benito glanced at it in surprise. He didn't expect that after the death of St. Peter III, someone in the church would step up and take control of the situation so quickly.

As if the death of St. Peter III had no impact, Benito took this discovery to heart. This was a very important piece of information.

They had made mistakes in their previous judgments about the church. Originally, Cyprian was just an outstanding bishop, but now it seems that the other party's prestige is enough to even make him the second-in-command of the church.

But before this, they had not discovered it at all. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, and it deserves attention.

"Commander Benito, I think I need an explanation!" Cyprian led the paladin to Benito.

When St. Peter III died, he was not happy at all, and even a little sad. He originally thought he was just a puppet pope whom he could control.

But when the cardinals brought him the papal scepter, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and he realized that St. Peter III was dead, really dead.

St. Peter III, who was a friend to him, died, and his last will and testament actually handed the church over to him for him to carry forward.

No matter what his mentality was before, now he really wants to develop the church, even for the last wish of St. Peter III.

Cyprian suppressed the sadness in his heart. No matter what the purpose was, he had to find an explanation from Benito now.

He had realized how much trouble this beheading would bring to Rome, but this was an opportunity for the church.

The death of St. Peter III must be attributed to the Fourteenth Legion and the Parthian Legion.

Revenge against Parthia is inevitable, but before that, Benito must bear the blame. This is an opportunity for the church to further gain support and gain political status in Rome.
To be continued...