Chapter 248 Rome, crush the enemy! (4k)

The corruption of the nobles, the indulgence of the common people, and the betrayal of the slaves made Moon realize one thing.

That is the Old World right now. Probably more than 90% of the people are beyond salvation.

This is not a sudden change that happened overnight, but the result of years of cultural accumulation.

In their perception, slaves are to be trampled upon regardless of their lives, and anyone other than them can be sold out and then trampled into slaves.

They are only slightly stronger than the barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood.

Perhaps even worse than the barbarians, because Moon still remembers that a barbarian clan leader said to him in surprise - why don't you kill people just to fill your stomach?
The bloodthirsty and cannibalistic barbarians would not kill anyone unless they were hungry.

So Moon made his own plan - to recall the former Rome.

In this old world, slaves have proven through their actions that they cannot be trusted.

Moon is not the original one, so he cannot distinguish all people.

Today, there was a screening process through the hands of Rome.

But what about next time?

Moon couldn't make such a perfect selection.

Therefore, the only people that Moon could trust were the Augustus Honor Army that once served him directly.

Not the new army that is still alive and keeping silent about his death.

At the time of his assassination, Augustus had been in power in Rome for seventy-three years.

The Honor Army at that time was already the nth batch of newly established troops that he couldn't even remember.

And at that time, Rome had not fought a war in more than thirty years.

After people realized what Augustus was going to do, Morn encountered no major incidents that necessitated war.

The gods and kings were willing to make way and cooperate with him to mend this broken and ruined world.

After all, he proved that only he could do it all.

Only he, an outsider from the desolate continent, can make various resources, including manpower, circulate and use effectively in the hostile area.

Only he, a mortal destined to have a short life, could make the immortal gods and emperors willing to recognize his authority.

However, it was when Rome was first being built that Augustus attempted to mend this broken world.

Wars are still frequent, but their intensity is far less than the War of Revelation in which the eldest son participated.

Because everyone wants to fight for the last bit of resources and scraps to ensure their own safety.

So Moon called back the honorable soldiers who had died in battle during that period.

They have the first batch, the second batch, and the third batch.

But no matter which batch of the Honor Army they are, they are all noble people who once followed Augustus to save the world and sacrificed their lives!
In the Old World, they are the only ones Morn can trust!

This is not a flash in the pan like King of Turin.

They really came back.

Moon has always known what kind of miracles are hidden in the Memorial Hall.

So after every battle, Moon would do his best to cremate the remains of the warriors and send them to the temple.

This was not only the highest tribute that Moon could give them, but also a trump card prepared to prevent the worst from happening.

When someone needs to step up to save the world but no one can be trusted, they are Moon's most solid support!

"Warriors of Rome and the world!"

At this moment, under the gaze of countless honorary soldiers, only Augustus' voice could still resound through the world.

The gods were silent and the kings held their breath.

This is Augustus and his Army of Honor, who are known as the strongest soldiers after the First Era.

Because there will be no other army that knows what they are doing like they do.

It's not just an empty name, we are really saving the world.

For this, we are willing to fight bravely, even if we remain nameless forever.

The slave owner's minions were now almost collapsing and huddled together.

Whether he was an emperor, a noble, a general, or a soldier, there was no difference at this moment.

They were frightened to death.

This should have been a crushing victory, and what should have been waiting for them was endless wealth and power!

Why did they end up waiting for this?

Augustus is fine, but why is there also the Augustus Honor Army?
At Augustus' call, the Army of Honor put down their spears.

The spears standing behind the shield wall were pointed directly at the Roman troops in front of them who were dressed the same as them.

"Our sacrifice was not in vain, our world survives to this day, our Rome spans ancient and modern times, but our land has been defiled."

The emperors, who were already in an extremely miserable state because they were squeezed into the crowd, fell into unprecedented fear after hearing these words.

Now they can only watch the death and fear approaching.

They wanted to speak, but their throats made only a rumbling sound and they couldn't utter a single complete word.

"These people in front of you have the same attire as us, the same name as us, and even the same blood as us."

The soldiers at the front had already thrown away their weapons in despair, and instead knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

They cried bitterly and kept bowing, but they did not know that they were wrong.

They were just horrified to find that they were actually going to die.

But Augustus' voice continued.

Who else can be trusted if he can be trusted by the Roman emperors?

"We broke the shackles of countless slaves, but they put them back on our sons, their brothers!"

The shield wall advanced, and the gunfire approached.

This time, even the emperor lost all his authority. They were lifted up and thrown out by the terrified soldiers, nobles, and senators.

He fell heavily to the ground.

The crown also fell quietly at this moment.

They constantly cursed the emperors' evil deeds and tried to put all the blame on them.

But the sound still didn't stop.

"They are Rome, but not our Rome. They have tarnished the name of Rome!"

With a puff, the eagle flag that was also hung high suddenly fell from the flagpole.

That was not the eagle flag of the Holy Roman Republic, that was the power and crown of the slave owner.

The dignitaries also knelt down.

The sanctity and legitimacy of Rome had been completely denied.

Demigods, generals, governors, elders, no matter what kind of figures they were before, at this moment, they all put aside everything, and the only thing they sought was the most primitive desire - to stay alive.

Augustus could give them a way to survive, but who would give a way out to the slaves and poor under their feet?
So, Augustus issued the final verdict:

"We must rebuild Rome, so Rome, crush your enemies!"

The shield wall, which had long been unable to be suppressed, pressed forward like a tidal wave.

The cries of the people who once resounded at the excavation site were finally transferred to the people who should have been wailing and screaming. The emperor's head was smashed by a huge shield, the demigod was pierced through the body by a spear, and the dignitaries were trampled into the mud by combat boots.

The New Rome lost to the Old Rome.

The new Rome recasts the old Rome.

And in the distant sky.

The gods and kings all applauded spontaneously.

This is Augustus's Rome!
And, as Augustus looked towards them.

Even though everyone knew that Augustus was just a mortal and could not see them.

But as long as Augustus looked in his direction, both gods and kings would salute him in their own way.

They will not bow to the Lord of the World as they did in the past.

Of course they would not recognize his rule.

But they were willing to thank Augustus for his past achievements.

Without Augustus and his Rome, there would probably be no prosperity today.

Augustus also nodded slightly in return.
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The Honor Corps didn’t stop there.

They continued to spread out in all directions.

They want to rebuild Rome, so everything old must be overthrown!

The first to suffer were the slaves who chose to betray, as they were no match for the Army of Honor.

They were all caught up and killed one by one. Begging for mercy, wailing, and resisting were all in vain.

It can even be said that such a quick death is a rare mercy.

Looking at the pile of corpses in front of him where it was almost impossible to tell who was who, Quintus couldn't help but touch his own body to see if there were any horrific wounds that he hadn't noticed.

After confirming once again that everything was alright, he said to Augustus:

"Sir, isn't this too easy for them? These damned guys have committed countless evil deeds! Their death is too easy!"

Moen took a look at the mud on the ground and said:
"It's true that death is too easy, but I can't let the warriors who are still willing to fight for others become demons."

Some people can turn a blind eye to all the sufferings of the wicked, but some people cannot, or rather, the vast majority of people cannot, because this is not for them to see or hear.

Out of sight, out of mind, but this is something they have to do with their own hands.

Maybe it sounds great, and many people feel they are willing to do it, but when they really start, they will find the essential difference between them and the bad people.

No normal person would enjoy chopping up another person with their own hands and hearing them wail.

Quintus also realized this. At least if he was asked to torture one or two people, he believed he could still do it as long as he knew that the person had committed heinous crimes.

But once there are too many people, it will go from being refreshing to nauseating, and then become another kind of torture.

Although he reacted, Quintus still lowered his head slightly and said:

"This is so unfair."

In response to this, Moen looked at the land under his feet and said:
"Perhaps not."

"What do you mean, sir?"

Moon did not continue to answer, but asked:
"Quintus, you are more familiar with Roman history than I am, so I want to ask you, have you ever heard of a demon invasion in Rome?"

After carefully recalling it, Quintus said with certainty:
"Even during the Saints' time, Rome rarely had demonic invasions."

It does match Moon's memory; the Old World is the place Constantine has visited the least.

This is interesting.

The place that should attract the most demons is actually the place where the least demons come.

"Sir, have you discovered anything?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"There is too little information right now, so I won't tell you."

Quintus felt helpless. Lord Augustus was good in every way except that he liked the Riddler too much.

Or are all adults like this?
Because they see too high and too far that they keep silent about what they see, and because a mortal like him does not have their vision so it is difficult to understand?
The more he thought about it, the more Quintus felt that this was the case.

But at this time, Moon suddenly asked curiously:
"Quintus, you once said that of all the Augustus of Rome, there was only one you thought worthy of the name."

"So, who's that one?"

Quintus was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he said awkwardly:

"Sir, no matter what happened before, please believe me, at least now I feel there are two."

This answer also surprised Moon.

After a moment, he smiled and said:
"That's right. A dead man who has done nothing is indeed not as good as a hero who has accomplished great things right before your eyes."

"My Lord, I, I, I."

Quintus didn't know what to say.

But Moon didn't care about this.

Spataco, a hero who lives in the present but sees the distant future, feels honored to be said to be like him.

"I don't care about that. I'm just a little surprised that I was a little too sentimental before."

Quintus became more and more embarrassed and could only ask:
"Sir, do you intend to conquer the entire Old World with your Honor Army?"

While saying this, he and the rest of the people kept looking at the honor soldiers who were still left.

Although they were dressed the same, they could definitely feel the difference between the Roman army and the slave owner's army.

Even if the person in front of them was a naked slave, their eyes were gentle or even evasive.

It is the warmth towards the descendants, but also the cowardice for not being able to leave behind a good country.

"Yes, it was with their help that I was able to rebuild this continent. It's natural that I can do it now."

"But what about us? We are warriors too, and this is our world, so we should fight too."

In response to this question, Moon said without looking back:

"You need to shoulder the responsibility of rebuilding Rome, and you need to shoulder the responsibility of not leaving slavery behind."

This sentence made Quintus suddenly look at Moon and asked:
"Sir, what about you?"

After a moment of silence, Moon still said without turning back:

"I am only a dead man, my friend."

"Don't worry, this time, they will stay too. It won't be the same as before."

Augustus came to mend this broken world.

Augustus's return was also to correct the mistakes he left behind.

When the world is mended, Augustus should go.

When the wrong was corrected, Augustus should leave.

Quintus stood there in a daze.

The others didn't hear this, they just kept looking at the Honor Army in front of them.

They had no idea that the person who brought them everything was destined to leave.

(End of this chapter)