The Osgreen River was the river with the second longest length and flow volume in the Roman World. As the river that traversed the east and west of the continent, it divided the olive-shaped Roman Continent into two semi-elliptical blocks, one big and one small. It was the birthplace of the Roman civilization, the mother river, and the most powerful force in the continent. It was also the greatest reliance of the Auster Territory's prosperity.
At the end of spring and the beginning of autumn, millions of plants had survived the cold winter. They began to bear fruits after spitting out all their green leaves. The orchards on the west side of the Osgreen River began the most joyous harvest season of the year.
On a sunny day, under the dazzling sunlight, a tall and skinny old man dressed in a pure white linen robe picked up the plump berries that rolled on the ground. The berries were as thick as two to three Roman men's arms, but they were no taller than a person. There was a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Behind him was a burly middle-aged man who had a dignified and dignified air. He was wearing a soft, lightweight half-body armor made of animal hide, and a gorgeous cloak that alternated between black and red. He had an anxious and restless expression on his face as he rubbed the letter in his hand and said angrily, "Dios, Holent … The five dukedom territories of the Northern Continent have only agreed to send seventy percent of their troops to join the allied army.
I'm ashamed to be called the Roman nobles together with these muddle-headed, incompetent, and short-sighted idiots.
They've clearly stated the pressing situation now and they've also sent their trusted subordinates to verify the power of the supernatural realm's evil gods. However, they're still bargaining and are unwilling to give their all.
Do they think that the evil gods will let their territories go after defeating the Roman Continent's suzerains' coalition army? "
"Calm down, Odog. Calm down." The white-robed old man straightened his back and placed a purple berry that was rich in fructose and juice into his mouth. He turned to look at the burly middle-aged man and shook his head. "Other than making you lose your judgment, anger has no other use.
No matter how strong the anger in your chest is, it's impossible for you to burn the weakest believer of the supernatural realm's god to death. "
"Yes, Father. You're right. I need to calm down." Under the old man's gaze that seemed gentle but actually contained a great deterrent force, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and gradually calmed himself down before whispering, "Even if those cowardly Clown Overlords of the Northern continent are unreliable, there are still other ways to defeat the evil gods."
"The way to defeat an evil god …" The white-robed old man looked at the First Born whose gaze had regained its confidence and vigor. His face showed an odd expression as he spat out the fruit pit in his mouth and said slowly, "Aside from war, what new method do you intend to use to defeat that mighty deity who has come from another world and set foot on the land of Roman to spread his faith, Odorgo?"
Secretly surprised that his father, who was known for his strategizing, still had a respectful attitude toward the evil god of the supernatural realm, Odog hesitated for a moment before saying, "That god of the supernatural realm might be very powerful, but no matter how powerful a god is, it's impossible for him to defeat billions of Roman people and conquer our world.
As long as we erase the soil from which he spreads his faith, we'll naturally be able to defeat him.
The nobles and warriors who ruled the Roman World have been adhering to the tradition and law of not worshiping idols for thousands of years. Even though the supernatural realm god has occupied almost one-third of the Roman Continent's land with schemes and absorbed hundreds of millions of believers, there are still very few lords and warriors who have converted to him.
His army is made up of former slaves and civilians … "
"Odog, that's the scariest part about him!" The white-robed old man could not help but interrupt his son's words. An extremely sorrowful expression flashed across his face as he said in an almost moaning manner.
"F-Father, what did you say?" The burly middle-aged man could not believe it. He had never seen his father, who was always calm and composed, showing such a weak and helpless expression and tone. He rubbed his eyes and asked.
"It's nothing, Odog. Go on." The white-robed old man regained his composure and said as he turned around to pick the berries on the ground.
Odog felt that the powerlessness and pain he saw on his father's face was just an illusion. He smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head hard. "Father, I'm just too tired these few days. It's time for me to have a good sleep.
It's like this. I think since the supernatural realm god's method of bewitching believers in Roman is to deceive the slaves and civilians in the name of a lord, then as long as we expose his true face to the slaves and civilians, we'll be able to cut off his source of spreading his faith. In that case, it's not impossible to defeat him. "
"It's too late, Odog." The white-robed old man fell into silence for a long time and said in a low voice while bending his waist, "If he had been vigilant when he first stepped on Roman's land … No, if the supernatural realm appeared strangely and connected to our world, then everything would still be in time. However, it's too late now.
This is our punishment for our arrogance, Odog. Our ancestors destroyed the other races and unified the entire 'world'. They even named the continent and the world under their feet after themselves. Such a great achievement has made their descendants arrogant and conceited.
Legend has it that a year ago, the southern tip of the mainland was invaded by the supernatural realm people who drove a giant glowing ship that could sail in the air. However, nobody cared about it anymore after they defeated those invaders. We're too arrogant and conceited, Odog. We're too arrogant and conceited … "As he spoke, he began to speak incoherently.
"F-Father, is the situation really so bad that it can't be salvaged?" Odog, who had almost blind worship and respect for his father since he was young, asked in shock as his confident expression changed drastically when he saw the old man losing his composure.
"Even if it's lit by the god himself, a single spark can still extinguish it," the old man said in a low voice while clenching his teeth tightly, "However, the fire has already spread across half of the mainland now. There are already thousands of new nobles born from the slaves and civilians. With them as an example, we're basically sitting on the crater now.
It would be a joke to talk about cutting off the source of the spread of faith by the gods of the other world.
However, it's impossible for us, the lords who rule the vast continent of the Roman World, to give up our noble identities and rights that have been passed down for generations without any resistance. Even if we're in a hopeless situation, it's hard to say what the outcome will be if we fight with all our might … "
"That's right, father. If we gather all the military forces of the nobles in the Roman Continent, we may not necessarily lose.
That's right, we can also ask for help from the other continents' lords. The invasion of the foreign gods' faith is a huge threat to all the Roman rulers.
We will win, Father, we will win. " Hearing his father's resolute words, Odog mustered up his courage once more and said loudly, "But Odog, my dear son, while the Roman nobility's military achievements and glory are important, the Roman nobility's power is not enough to protect the Roman nobility.
But when the situation really collapses beyond redemption, as a descendant of the Auster Family, the continuation of the family is more important. Do you understand? "
"But father, if we lose our honor and military merit, will the Auster family still be the Auster family?" The burly middle-aged man froze and remained silent like a puppet for a long time. This was the first time in his life that he questioned his father's decision in a hoarse voice.
The white-robed old man straightened his body and took a bite of the fruit in his hand. He looked at his eldest son with a calm gaze and said slowly in a low voice, "Odog, since when did our Auster Family become famous for our military achievements and honor?
If you ask me, our ancestor, the Sharp Sword Viscount Marster Auster, had asked his father before during the Cataclysm 1,200 years ago.
850 years ago, during the Avengers' Rebellion that swept the entire continent, another ancestor of the Auster Family, the Iron Hammer Marster Auster, had asked his father the same question.
300 years ago, when the Drought Disaster came to the continent, the Duke of Woe Auster … "
"I understand now, father." Understanding the hidden meaning in the old man's words, Odog took a deep breath of the sweet smell of the orchard and nodded with difficulty. "The Auster Family has always been different from the other Roman Overlords. Compared to a false reputation, 'reality' is more important to us.
This is also the biggest reason why the Auster Family has been expanding from a small viscount to a King's territory for thousands of years, watching countless of our powerful and meritorious neighbors perish. "
"To be able to understand this, you're already a qualified Emperor, Odoge." The white-robed old man revealed a gratified smile. He carefully held the berries he had picked up with both hands and said, "Go do what you should be doing. I've also picked up enough fruits. It's time to plant them."
"Yes, father." Odog bowed deeply to his father like a minister facing a monarch before turning around and striding out of the berry forest.
As he gradually walked away from the white-robed old man, his steps became more and more steady and full of courage. When he walked out of the orchard, his body was already surrounded by a dignified and domineering aura of being in a high position for a long time.
Outside the orchard, thousands of heavily-armored Roman warriors who were riding on mounts that looked like the extinct Tyrannosaurus on Earth but had a sharp horn on their heads and exposed fangs, exuding a ferocious aura, were chatting with each other. When they saw Odog's heroic figure barging into their sight, they immediately shut their mouths and fell into a neat formation with a solemn expression in just two to three breaths.
After that, the leader of this group of extremely capable Tyrannosaurus Cavaliers jumped off their mounts and strode up to Odog before bowing respectfully and saying, "King."
"Asom, pass down my order. King Auster will lead the entire territory to set up camp at the Green River Osse and wait for the response from the mainland's allied army of nobles." Looking sideways at the loyal commander of the imperial guards on his left, King Auster decisively and succinctly ordered. He leaped onto a single-horned Tyrannosaurus that was pulled by his personal guard that was twice the size of an ordinary mount and ran straight to the mighty river in the distance …
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