The cold wind rustled, blowing the remaining smoke of the battlefield. It was hazy and covered the remains on the ground.
Corpses, broken swords, broken armor, broken shields, and cracked helmets were everywhere. They were covered in blood rust, as if they had inherited the will of their masters when they were alive. They whistled in the wind and wailed in the smoke.
Unwillingness, anger, fear, and kill! Kill! Kill!
Endless desolation, endless heroism, and endless killing intent. This was a world riddled with scars. The sky was gloomy, the land was desolate, and the battlefield was broken. Nothing was complete.
Such an overbearing aura reverberated between heaven and earth, as if it was saying that no matter how dazzling something was, it would be drowned in the long river of history. Only heaven and earth would last forever.
Even so, it still couldn't conceal the existence of a person.
Standing quietly on top of a hill, the figure wearing a beautiful and smooth silver-white knight armor.
Its feet were covered with broken armor, helmets, broken swords, and arrows. They spread all the way down from the small hill that was less than a hundred meters tall. The pile was so full that it was almost impossible to see the ground.
The broken armors and weapons were like flowing water. With the knight standing on the hill as the center, they flowed down the hill and spread in all directions, covering a radius of 100 meters, 1,000 meters...
After a radius of a thousand meters, the broken armors and weapons gradually thinned out, revealing the charred ground again.
What kind of shock was this?
Only the figure of the knight standing in the sky, as well as the remains of armor and weapons that covered a radius of 10,000 meters with it as the center, remained.
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Artolia stood with her sword in her hands. If she didn't do this, she would be too tired, especially mentally.
After all, she was just an ordinary person in her previous life. She was not a general or a butcher who treated human lives as nothing. It was a great test for her soul to kill one life after another and watch her knights fall one by one. However, after so many battles, her soul had been honed again and again. She would not show any dignified expression of a king. After all, she was a king, and she would never show any weakness in front of her subordinates.
They saw that their army had been reduced by one-fifth compared to the time they set off. Nearly 40,000 knights were resting here, and almost everyone else was injured. However, they were extremely excited. Countless eyes filled with fanatical worship looked at Altoria. They had won. The Great Britain army had been invincible on the way. They had conquered cities and conquered territories. In just a few months, they had destroyed Eastern Rome, making this once glorious empire the nourishment of Great Britain.
Just a moment ago, they had annihilated the last remaining resistance force in Eastern Rome. The Roman Emperor had committed suicide. This war was destined to go down in history. They would become heroes and leave their names in history with King Arthur.
In Constantinople, the capital of Rome, the highest authority in the Christian world, Pope Bellagio, reached out his trembling hands and slowly lifted the crown that symbolized the supreme overlord of Europe. Although as the spokesperson of God, Bellagio no longer belonged to any country. However, as a Roman, he had to crown a woman who had destroyed his country. Even though he remembered the teachings of the Christian Church, he still could not really let go.
"Why? Are you very unwilling, Your Excellency Vegeila?”Seeing that Becila's hands were trembling and she was unwilling to put the crown on her head, Altolia said unhappily.
"Sigh, the Lord will never approve of a position obtained through blood and slaughter!”Staring at the young girl, Becerra said word by word. In this era, although the Christian religion could not be above the monarchical power, it still had a lot of influence. Even the coronation of the emperor had to be personally carried out by the church. Of course, it was mostly a formality at this time.
But no matter what, the Church's authority was unquestionable. After all, all the emperors hoped to win the title of " Son of God " and obtain the approval of God, so that the foolish people would not dare to resist. This required the Church's efforts, and often, after a coronation ceremony, there were countless dirty deeds behind it.
"Oh? "Then wouldn't the massacre of the Roman Empire be punished by the Lord?" Altolia said calmly while looking at Becila. Indeed, compared to the slaves and massacres of the defeated countries when Rome was founded, Britain's kindness to its citizens could not be any gentler.
"That's not the same. The conquest of Rome is in line with the will of the Lord. It's a divine punishment!”Seeing that the girl did not show any signs of anger, Becila became even more impudent." Not like Britain, a group of uncivilized barbaric butchers!”
"Enough!" Staring at Becila coldly, Altolia interrupted Becila." Since your so-called Lord hates Britain, then let that f * cking Lord come out and punish us!"”This was the first time the young girl had said such a rude word.
" Y-you're being rude to the Lord!" Becila stuttered as she pointed at Altoria while trembling.
"So what if it is? Placing a fragile soul on a false spiritual belief, how can such a fragile act compare to the dignity of a king!，Moreover, this is the territory of Britain. Even if the Lord comes personally, he has to kneel down and be king!”Looking at the distant sky in disdain, the girl ignored the abnormally distorted face of Becila who was behind her due to shock and anger.
"Since you don't want to do this job, you don't have to do it. It's just a ceremony. It doesn't matter if you're the pope or not." Artolia grabbed the crown from Becila's hand and put it on her head. Without even looking at Becila, she walked to the guardrail and looked at the people who came downstairs to watch the ceremony.
" There is no need for the recognition of the false Lord. This body is holy and bright. There is no need for the coronation of the false Pope. This body is destined to be king. I, as the King of Britain, declare that I will be the Holy Emperor. This country's name is-Holy Britain!”
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