justice?

What is justice?

Is it a sword symbolizing the execution of sinners in the name of the people or the sword holder who proposes so-called justice in order to attract and guide the anger of the people.

People generally believe that the majority of people support it is justice. Although they do not have the so-called concept of truth, of course, as long as it is for the interests of their own cities, tribes or races, it is justice. Good friends are persecuted and loyal and righteous people are killed. They call this justice.

The night sky above the head is still so clean, with stars shining against the pale moonlight, and the sky is peaceful. Day after day, no matter how tragic a war is, it cannot break the command of the night. Below the bright moon is the city of Rome burning. The sky-storming flames burning in the city of Eternity did not make the bright moon above the head slightly change its color.

"Where is God? What about God who we believe in and love? Where did he go? When we need him the most."

In the church in Rome, those who prayed over and over again and finally had to passively accept the fact that the God they trusted and trusted finally abandoned the city of eternity and chose to stand by and watch in such a close tragedy on earth.

They couldn't understand, if it was because of the disloyalty of those who betrayed last time, then what was this time? They needed the answer, eager to know why, they questioned the priest, but the priest couldn't answer, and just asked them to continue praying.

But how could the anxious vulgar people endure such meaninglessness? They stood up and asked the priest to invite Pope Leo out and let Leo talk about what was going on.

"The Pope is not willing to come forward!"

The priest righteously rejected the citizens' request.

"Which will this be the will?"

The citizens shouted loudly, and they shouted slogans at the same time, just to hope that the Pope would appear and explain to them why God did not come, was it not pious enough or that the sin was too heavy.

The shouts of the citizens below had already made Pope Leo hear clearly, but he had no time to deal with these idiots who could only beg for God to appear.

Although Leo claims to be the Son of God, he at least knows that in times of crisis, he is not God but himself.

The priests dressed him up, and he put on a gorgeous outfit that he would only wear during special festivals. He turned his eyes out the window, and the current Roman city was filled with howlings, roars and roars.

The flames recorded the footsteps of the Vandals, who burned half of the Roman city and were getting closer and closer to the cathedral.

He knew very well why Luca came here to meet him before entering the battle. Even if he looked at each other for a few seconds, Luca must have understood that this was a dead end and could not be saved. Even Augustus, who was regarded as a god, was still Roman emperors and generals who were shining with glory in all ages. Their souls were bound in white marble statues and were permanently fixed in shapes that people believed should be in line with their great identity.

Now they will witness the fall of Eternal City with their own eyes. If the Visgoth Alaric was concerned about leaving a mercy for Eternal City at that time, then Gesaric came to completely vent his anger on this poor city.

The Vandals retreated because of setbacks. The Roman soldiers who had regained the Europa gate immediately climbed the city wall and used darts and arrows to repel the Vandals who were cleaning the wreckage outside.

"Tait..."

The streets echoed after the heavy footsteps, and Warcreck hurriedly turned around, his eyes widened and his ears pricked up trying to find the source of the footsteps.

But there were everywhere in all directions, which surprised Warcreek quite. Such heavy footsteps came from all directions. Warcreek could not feel the specific direction of the footsteps for a while. He slowly crouched down, reached out his hand and slowly approached the ground with his index and middle fingers, and gently touched the trembling earth.

The stone slabs on the entire ground were trembling slightly, not to mention the stones on it.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Such a large aura made Warcrek's face change color instantly. He hurriedly stood up and saw a cavalry suddenly flashing at the end of the street in front of him. This was far more than that. Then, the second, the third, and a whole team of cavalry instantly filled the street in front of him.

The roar of horse hooves and the roar of soldiers made Warcreek feel shocked in an instant.

"Damn it, defense! Defense!"

Warcreek hurriedly turned around and greeted the already scared soldiers and set out to prepare for defense. At this time, the soldiers who heard the call rushed over and rushed to crowd around Warcreek with their shields and spears.

This is far from enough. All roads lead directly to Rome. Of course, all streets also lead directly to the Europa gate. Not only the cavalry in front of Warcreek, but also the Vandals' army from all directions, they swept along the street like floods.

Just as the Romans were still trying to gather together to block the impact of the Vandal cavalry with dense arrays.

Vandal cavalry from all directions came one after another, and they used their hard horse armor to scatter the chaotic Roman army that had not yet gathered together.

For a moment, the entire Europa gate was like a roar that erupted from a mountain torrent. Countless Roman soldiers were submerged in such an unstoppable torrent before they could even let out a wail.

The Roman army was like an unfinished dam, and was instantly surrounded and shattered by lightning-thunderous floods, and then swallowed up.

The defenders who struggled to block the infantry failed to survive a round in front of the Vandal cavalry, and were instantly destroyed and collapsed to the point where nothing was left.

"Fravis Luga, oh, where is the Augustus of Rome, who has always been with victory?" Gesarik slowly came, and from afar he could hear his unrestrained laughter.

It is not surprising that Warcreek was hit by a war horse in chaos. After all, no one could resist the impact of a war horse wearing iron armor. He lay on the ground, pressed his shield against himself, and kept waving the iron sword in his hand to scratch the war horse passing by him.

The frightened war horses ran around, which still disrupted the formation of the Vandals, but it was meaningless, and the Vandals had already discovered him.

They were like holding a lamb without strength to resist, carrying Warcreck's armor and pulling it out of the corpse on the ground, throwing it among the captives they were thrown.

I saw Gesarik coming to his soldiers slowly. The Vandals raised their weapons and cheered loudly, showing off their power to their king Gesarik. Look, the Roman army was vulnerable in front of them, and they were completely disintegrated!

Of course, such victory did not make Geisarik happy. He slowly moved forward, lowered his head to the corpse on the ground through the flames, and finally threw himself into the gathered captives and locked onto Warcrek.

"Roman's Imperial Guard!" Gesarik seemed to have seen the world. He looked at Warcrek's body covered in blood and mud and said casually, then turned over and dismounted and came to the prisoner.

Maybe he had never thought that he would be defeated so easily. The shadow of fear left by the Vandals lingered in his heart. When the prisoners saw Gesarik approaching quickly, they were like panicked chicks, screaming and retreating, and from time to time they threw fearful eyes at Gesarik.

Only Warcrek sat in place. He looked in very bad condition, but was trampled by the horse's hooves, which made him weak and helpless.

"You are the guard of Flavis Luga!" Gesarik stood in front of Warcrek and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, now, where is your Augustus!"
Chapter completed!