"Ardashir, you only have a quarter of an hour. The Second Trajan and the Thirty Invincible are both heading towards you. If they cannot break through the legions in front of you in a quarter of an hour, Parthia will surely perish!"

Just when Aldashir stared at the first assistant, thinking about how to succeed.

A voice came into his ears.

"Who are you?" Aldashir frowned. A third party actually appeared on the battlefield.

But soon, he realized that on this battlefield, the only ones who could intervene in the war between Parthia and Rome were naturally the Han Dynasty.

And the source of the sound is in heaven!

When Ardashir looked up, he only saw a shining sun, but that was the secret of Rome.

"General of the Han Dynasty, Guo Hao!" Guo Hao passed his real name to Ardashir.

"Haha, General of the Han Dynasty, I am really flattered!" Ardashir pursed his lips. He knew that the general of the Han Dynasty was as valuable as the Roman Emperor Severus.

The Han Dynasty is really mysterious and unpredictable, and it can still have a hand in a place like this.

At the beginning, perhaps absorbing the Huns was really a wrong move by His Majesty the Emperor. Temujin and his companions' attempts to leave made Ardashir heartbroken.

But now there is no point in saying all this. Fighting is his only option.

"Those are not important. What's important is that you only have a quarter of an hour!"

Guo Hao withdrew his gaze and sighed.

The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. Seeing Ardashir fighting to the death made him deeply moved.

So he told Ardashir about the developments in Rome, and he wanted to see what Ardashir could do.

But it was just a feeling. If Aldashir really succeeded, then he would also lead the Yulin Army to send Aldashir away personally.

"Ardashir should be able to force out a lot of Rome's trump cards!" Old God Li Ru was saying. At this point in the war, there is actually nothing interesting to see.

Parthia is basically dead. Regardless of whether Ardashir succeeds or fails in the end, Parthia is completely dead.

Yue Fei also nodded, because Parthia no longer had any trump cards, so it was time for them to take the field.

"Give me the order to march!"

With heavy drumbeats, the Han Dynasty began to march.

"Damn it, is it finally coming?" Cyprian was quite angry when he heard the horn sound.

From the moment he was sent here, he knew the danger was high.

A gentleman does not stand under dangerous walls. This is his life creed.

Facing the Han army directly was obviously an extremely dangerous thing.

If it were before, he would definitely have fled, but now that he had carried the last wishes of St. Peter III, Cyprian found that he was unable to make such a decision.

"Frederick, I leave the command of the battle to you!" Cyprian took a deep breath to calm down, and then gave the order.

"Yes!" Frederick saluted respectfully. It only took a short time for Cyprian's wisdom to completely convince him.

Moreover, Cyprian gave him great trust and directly handed over the power of commanding the army to him. He repeatedly jumped between the emperor and the church. This was the first time he had such power.

"Get ready to meet the enemy! Send the news back to the Chinese army!"

Frederick began to command calmly, while Cyprian looked solemn, like a stone statue.

As the pope, he assumes the position of spiritual leader. As long as he is alive, he is the greatest inspiration to all believers.

"Did the Han Dynasty choose this time to take action?" Penilence inevitably frowned after receiving the news.

"The people in the think tank said that the most likely possibility is that the Han Dynasty also had the ability to control light and shadow to observe the battlefield!" Severus also received a report from the think tank.

"Well, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence!" Penirence nodded.

Now is the final period of the war between Rome and Parthia. No matter what they want to do to the Han Dynasty, they are now unable to do so.

In particular, their top priority now is to deal with the Holy Fallen Cavalry who is about to fight the first auxiliary.

"Haha, Penilens, relax a little, believe in the First Auxiliary Legion, believe in Alessandro, in a quarter of an hour the Second Trajan and the Thirty Invincible will come!" Severus was very optimistic.

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He believed in the First Auxiliary Army. It was impossible to penetrate the First Auxiliary Army in a quarter of an hour, unless a miracle happened.

Otherwise, the First Auxiliary Legion was the most powerful shield of the Roman Empire, a wall of despair that could make anyone sigh.

"I hope so!" Penilence felt vaguely uneasy, but it was just like what Severus said.

Even if the first auxiliary couldn't stop the Holy Fallen Cavalry, it wouldn't be able to stop it for even a quarter of an hour. That was the ceiling of the first auxiliary legion, the Roman legion.

"Where is the Tenth Knights Legion?" Penilence changed the topic.

"We are already halfway through the journey, and we still have about three to four quarters of an hour to arrive!" The soldiers of the Fourteenth Legion in charge of light and shadow control immediately reported the news back to Penilance.

"Humph, it's so slow!" Severus said unhappily. The tenth knight was really too special, otherwise he would definitely find a way to deal with this legion.

This kind of battle is all about paddling, it's like giving him eye drops.

At this moment, Aldashir and the first assistant were no longer a hundred steps away.

"In a quarter of an hour, I will kill you!" Ardashir roared before the two sides engaged in battle.

Alessandro frowned in confusion, but did not say a word.

He knew very well why it was a quarter of an hour, because now the Second Trajan and the Thirty Invincible were rushing over. If the first auxiliary was not killed before those two guys came over, then Aldashir would be defeated!

The Miracle Legion may be able to defeat the three-talented legion, but it is absolutely impossible for the Miracle Legion to contend with five opponents with the size of the three-talented legion at the same time.

No one knows the limits of miracles better than the first auxiliary. Although the undefeated Trajan defeated them, there were still many people lying down.

These were the secrets of their First Auxiliary Corps, so he felt at ease.

The gun was pointed in Severus' direction.

The momentum that Ardashir had been building since he left the city suddenly blossomed.

There is no need to retain it, and it is impossible to retain it.

Opposite is the strongest legion in Rome at present. No matter how powerful Aldashir is, he can no longer hold back.

"For Parthia! Cut off all enemies!"

The flames in Aldashir's hand spread and directly covered the bodies of all the Holy Fall Riders.

The expectations of all the Parthian soldiers were already at a time when the rise and fall of the entire empire rested on the bodies of Ardashir and the Holy Fall Riders.

They once again entered that legendary impossible realm.

A fierce momentum bloomed from Aldashir's legion. At this moment, the bright golden light no longer bloomed from Aldashir's body, but bloomed from all the Holy Meteor Riders. The gilded light continued to spiral up.

, directly tore a beam of light in the sky that penetrated the sky and the earth.

This is the pride of Ardashir and the last glory of Parthia.

The legend of the third century, the Holy Meteor Rider!

At this moment, the Holy Fall Riders led by Aldashir almost became a whole, and the surging momentum was like an overwhelming force pressing down on the Roman legions. The pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and the overwhelming momentum, all clearly indicated that Ardashir

The strength of the army under his command.

At this moment, all the soldiers couldn't help but look back, and all the legions who had reached the super-elite level were looking at the beam of light with solemn expressions.

"Hey, this is a bit exaggerated!"

Riding on the horse, Li Que looked at the beam of light reaching the sky and the earth in disbelief. It was completely different from what he felt last time. The aura exuded by the Holy Meteor Cavalry this time made even him feel palpitations.

"Mader, is that boy Aldashir so fierce now?" Guo Bang was also a little bit worried. If they were confident in defeating Aldashir last time, they really didn't have much confidence this time.

"Maybe, if we face each other head-on, it will be ugly for us!" Fan Chou couldn't understand. It's not like Ardashir and the others had never seen him before. He was such a weakling now.

"We slipped too much!" Zhang Ji's face also looked a little ugly. It is not easy to maintain the miracle. They did relax their training in order to prepare for the war.

"Is it really that strong?" Ju Yi was a little surprised when he heard the discussion between the four people.

The four of them are all arrogant people. To hear such words from their mouths is enough to show how terrifying the Holy Fall Rider is now.

"Well, it's very likely that your ultimate blow won't be effective!" Hua Xiong glanced at Ju Yi and said simply. He had taken Feixiong and Li Que to attack and understood the horror of miracles.

"That's really scary!" Ju Yi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't fully believe it.

Even for the Yulin Army, he and his dead warriors could bite off a piece of meat and become stronger, but it's not like they didn't still have strength.

"A very strong opponent!" Zhang Yu stared into the distance, somewhat eager to try. This was the second opponent they had seen who was at the same level as them.

"I remember the information said that the Holy Meteor Cavalry is not a three-talented army? Can three talents achieve miracles?" Wang Min scratched his head and didn't understand.

After all, the Holy Iron Cavalry still has a flying bear from the same origin as the pedals, so the Holy Meteor Cavalry can directly reach the flying speed?

"It should be similar to the Divine Iron Cavalry, but we didn't see the details. This is the capital of Parthia, where the will of the empire lies. It is not difficult to achieve this level!" Zhang Yu shook his head.

"I was hoping to fight them!" Zhang Yu murmured, unconsciously stroking the scabbard with his palm.

"What a miracle!" Temujin muttered and looked in the direction of Ardashir after waving his scimitar to kill the soldiers of the Ninth Eagle Banner in front of him.

"The miracle that turns the impossible into the possible, what exactly do we lack!" Temujin stroked his scimitar, his eyes full of despair.

If it is said that only the Han Dynasty has miracles, then it can be explained by specialness. Now that Parthia has settled down, the Huns have not given birth to a miracle army for so many years.
To be continued...