Atratome stared at the Tenth Knight Legion. To be honest, the other party was not much stronger than them. At this point, everyone was basically trading one life for another.

Moreover, with Babak assisting them, they had an even greater advantage.

The Tenth Knight Legion did not have a clear advantage, and it should be said that it was even at a disadvantage.

However, the opponent is advancing step by step, not like an opponent who is at a disadvantage at all, but more like he already knows the victory and is just resolutely practicing his will.

As if the Parthian Horsemen and the Burning Legion were just pebbles on the other side's road, destined to be trampled on, as we move forward, anyone who stands in my way will die!

Atratome could no longer bear the feeling of being pushed to the cliff, almost kicked down, even though the situation was almost the same.

So Atratome chose to give it a try. The burning will of the empire and the power of the military soul that had long been hollowed out could no longer support the ultimate move of the Parthian horse.

But Atratome had no other choice at the moment. He could only use his will and life to forcefully make up for the missing parts.

Babak fought hard to hold off the Tenth Knights Legion. Compared with the Parthian Horsemen, the Burning Legion at this moment was far from the opponent of the Tenth Knights Legion.

However, relying on a moment of bravery, he succeeded in slowing down the tenth knight's progress by three points.

"This is the bloom of Parthia, end it!"

Atratome opened his bow and shot an arrow on the spot, and the bright light condensed on the bowstring.

All the soldiers of the Parthian divine cavalry also followed Attratomé in drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

Seeing this scene, except for the Tenth Knights Legion, all the other Roman legions were numb. This was the move that destroyed the world before, and it could be used again!

Even Penilens and Severus felt numb. They couldn't imagine what horrific consequences this blow would have had if it hadn't been for the Tenth Knight Legion.

Only Caesar still smiled faintly. He believed in the Tenth Knights Legion just as the Tenth Knights Legion believed in him.

A rain of arrows shot out from the sky. Even if the military souls were almost empty, the reality at the scene was distorted and in conjunction with the will of the empire, the Parthian cavalry still shot out an astonishing cloud arrow, which was enough to destroy the army.

s attack!

The will of the empire was even darker, but in a burning state, even the people of Parthia did not notice the change in the will of the empire.

Everyone's minds were attracted to the Parthian Horsemen and the Tenth Knight Legion.

The light swept across, and the soldiers of the 10th Legion stood on the spot like hedgehogs, silent the whole time.

The soldiers of the Parthian Divine Cavalry also kept their bows and arrows, standing in place like puppets.

There was a brief silence on the originally bloody battlefield. Everyone stopped fighting and focused their attention on the Parthian Horsemen and the Tenth Knight Legion.

"Boom!"

The soldiers of the Tenth Knight Legion began to fall, one after another.

"Parthia..."

Before the Parthians could start cheering, the other members of the Tenth Knight began to move.

Virgilio took a difficult step forward, and with each step, all the pale arrows on his body turned into stardust and dissipated.

Virgilio looked at the Parthian horsemen and Attratom like a tiger.

"Your will is very bright, but it only ends here!"

As he spoke, Virgilio condensed a spear of light out of thin air, then flicked his wrist and threw it directly at the Parthian horse.

The Parthian Horsemen originally had 10,000 ways to respond to this simple attack, but now they had no reaction. The Parthian Horseman who was hit was directly blown up by the light spear.

Amid the blood mist, the Tenth Knight Legion moved forward again, while the Parthian horsemen fell from their horses one by one.

When the manpower is finally exhausted, it will be extremely difficult for Atratome to recreate the torrent of arrows that destroyed the world.

Even after filling up all the vitality, they still failed to take away everyone in the Tenth Knight Legion.

"It's over, Parthia has been defeated!" Virgilio's cold and cold voice reached Attratomé's ears.

For a moment, the sword blades were like a wall, and the Parthian horsemen who faced this move were directly chopped into pieces, whether they were people or horses, they were all chopped into pieces.

In fact, they were already dead, and all that was left alive were their bodies, and the Tenth Knight Legion only gave them a way to die that was more suitable for warriors.

Virgilio stepped forward to Atratome's side. Babak led the Burning Legion in a desperate attempt to stop the Tenth Knight Legion, but the huge strength gap made it impossible to do so.

"You are powerful, and your will is so bright that people can't take their eyes away!"

"That blow is powerful enough to destroy any legion without a military spirit!"

"But it's a pity that your opponent is us!"

"The Tenth Legion of Knights following Julius Caesar!"

After listening to Virgilio's words, Atratome, whose eyes were almost dark, raised his head mechanically, opened his mouth to speak, but when he didn't want to speak, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

He could only raise his hand tremblingly and move it, trying to make the Parthian people retreat and break through, but he failed in the end. He was not the hero who could save Parthia.

The right hand that had just been raised, before pointing out the direction, a flash of sword light flashed, and Atratom's head fell to the ground.

"There's no need for last words, just die in peace!"

Virgilio calmly swung his sword again, completely crushing Atratome to ashes.

Because of respect, I killed him.

Even Virgilio had to admit that for the current Tenth Knight Legion, the Parthian Horsemen were a terrifying opponent.

They have lost more than 1,500 people so far, but 1,200 of them were killed by the Parthian horsemen.

It was a pity that the Parthian Horseman was not in its prime, and he was not sure whether the tenth knight could withstand the opponent's peak attack.

But Virgilio was sure of only one thing, and that was that the Tenth Knight would become stronger and stronger because Caesar was back.

The Tenth Knights Legion with Caesar the Great will once again be superior to all Roman legions.

For them, this is just a starting point, but for the Parthian Horsemen, this is already their end.

"Babak, lead your majesty to break out of the encirclement. We lose!"

Babak's ears heard Atratome's voice as if he were hallucinating, and before he could speak, he felt a push behind him to get him out of here.

Babak looked at Atratome with no bones left, at the Parthian horsemen who were being crushed to pieces, at the soldiers of the Burning Legion who were constantly falling, and at the completely confused Parthian army. He didn't know.

Why is the flame in my chest not only not extinguished, but even more intense?

"Uppal, Kirkuk, Male, Ardashir, Atratome... I place my hopes on one Parthian general after another"

"Because I know that I cannot carry the banner of Parthia. I am not the hero who can save Parthia."

"But, they all fell, now it's my turn!"

Babak whispered calmly, and the Parthian soldiers, who had already lost hope, were surprised to find out.

A fire broke out on the ground, and the flames condensed into a whirlpool. The center of the whirlpool was none other than Babak.

"Rome, die!" Babak's roar spread in all directions, and the guards beside him also burst out angrily as if they were infected by that power, and directly stepped over Babak's body.

The last line of thought.

Miracle Legion.

Babak didn't understand what a miracle was, but now, everything in the entire Parthian Empire was weighing on him.

When the Parthian Horsemen perished, the only legion on the scene that was qualified to carry the will of the empire was the Burning Legion.

The ignited Empire's will was accompanied by the flames of the Burning Legion, so the Empire's consciousness subconsciously landed on the Burning Legion.

Although the will of the empire is already very weak, its ignited state still allows it to explode with powerful energy.

The bright white light nearly enveloped all the soldiers behind Babak, and then everyone's faith turned into a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, tearing apart the shackles of the sky.

"Fuck! Another accident happened!"

Penilence was about to vomit at this time. Parthia is really an invincible little strongman, right?

Press the gourd and lift the gourd.

This is already the third Miracle Legion. Whose Miracle Legion can do something like this?

"There's nothing surprising. The battlefield is like this. You never know what will happen in the next second. All we can do is be prepared to face all enemies!"

Caesar still chuckled and said, although he was a little surprised that another Miracle Legion appeared, but Caesar didn't think there was anything wrong.

The battlefield is like this, you never know what will happen first tomorrow.

"The Tenth Knight Legion, come and fight!" Babak roared and pointed his gun directly at Virgilio.

Virgilio's face was ashen. Even though the Tenth Knight Legion killed the Parthian cavalry, it suffered little loss. The battle loss ratio was about one to four.

But now the Tenth Knights Legion is really empty-handed.

With his current strength and three talents, he is more than enough to kill the Imperial Guards. But to deal with a Miracle Legion, he is really looking for death.

Even if the Legion of Miracles in front of us is an incomplete miracle, the concept is still the same.

Miracle is indeed unreasonable, but when Miracle Legion faces Miracle Legion, they still have to follow the basic laws.

However, the good news is that there are not many people in the Burning Legion now, and the Tenth Knight Legion has the upper hand.

After all, from the beginning of the war until now, the Burning Legion has been on the front line of the war. Even if it is made of iron, it is time to weaken now.

"Fight!" Virgilio had many thoughts in his mind, but in the end, he took a deep breath, picked up the broadsword, and responded to Babak.
To be continued...