From This Day On, There Will Be No More Rome in the World
Meanwhile, in the City of Seven Hills.
As the Divine Tree that sheltered the kingdom was shattered, the Romans who witnessed this upheaval stood there, pale-faced and stunned.
Boom boom boom boom!
Two deities, their halos gleaming in the sky, swung their hands and smashed down the dense Magic Beam. Without its support, the Pantheon automatically activated several defensive spells, which shattered in an instant.
Like meteors and light bombs striking the ground, the entire Palatine Hill trembled violently and collapsed continuously. The Pantheon, already ravaged by the bombardment, was teetering on the brink of collapse.
To assassinate the patriarch was to remove the backbone of Rome.
The destruction of the Pantheon was intended to sever the last link between this land and the divine kingdom, crushing the Romans' last remaining luck and hope!
This is the moment when stars fall!
Bang! Bang bang!
Just as the Romans, like walking corpses, were filled with despair and their will to resist had plummeted to rock bottom, thunder seemed to be summoned, and the booming of drums echoed from the smoke and dust billowing in front of the Pantheon.
"I am the God of Nation-Building, my destiny is intertwined with Rome..."
A gaping hole opened in his chest, his divine core shattered. His imposing figure, wielding the Spear of Nation-Building, stood tall, letting blood drip onto the ground. His piercing gaze surveyed the entire empire from its very origin. His deep voice was clear and distinct.
Cyrus and Ramesses II frowned slightly, lowered their fingers and palms, and temporarily halted their attack.
As kings, they have their own pride and should give their respectable opponents a dignified exit.
In the eerie silence, gazes filled with sorrow, confusion, or despair focused on the figure on the Palatine Hill, who was on her last legs.
The soldiers lowered their heads, their grip on swords and shields loosened, and suppressed sobs echoed from the streets, alleys, and houses throughout the city, like a funeral dirge.
"After I die, there will be no more Rome..."
Romulus seemed to announce the end of the empire with a dejected sigh, but in an instant, his tone rose, like thunder rumbling across the sky.
"After I die, the world will be Rome!"
A deafening roar echoed throughout the ravaged city.
Bang! Bang bang!
Bang! Bang bang!
Bang! Bang bang!
The Spear of Nation-Building roared, and under their guidance, soldiers gripped their weapons tightly and pounded their shields in response.
"My people, proud Romans, answer me, where is Rome?!"
In an instant, countless demoralized Romans raised their heads one by one, and involuntarily pounded their chests with their right fists, letting out a series of roars that grew louder and louder with an almost hysterical tone.
"Here I am!"
"Here I am!"
"Here I am!"
The shouts gradually converged and surged, forming a deafening roar. Ramesses II and Cyrus, who thought they had everything under control, couldn't help but freeze in shock.
They underestimated Divine Ancestor Romulus, and even more so the Romans.
This is an inclusive nation, a nation that has created a glorious and prosperous civilization, and possesses a tenacious and vigorous vitality.
Even the Eastern Roman Empire, which symbolized the orthodoxy of Rome, lost its capital, Byzantium, and was completely destroyed.
From that time on, Rome was no more.
Its civilization and prosperity made all of Europe yearn for it, and everyone considered themselves the true successors of Rome. The Holy Roman Empire and the Papal States, which were established under the banner of Rome, rose to prominence in the years that followed.
From that time on, Rome was everywhere in the world.
Although the Roman Empire could not escape the fate of the Persian Empire and Egyptian Empire, disappearing into the annals of history one after another, its lasting influence far surpassed that of the two.
Of course, the Persian and Egyptian kings were unaware of these things. Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, they looked at each other and came to the same conclusion.
We need to make sure this Roman god-father has some dignity beforehand...
In an instant, Cyrus and Ramesses II, suppressing their injuries, were surrounded by Aether Light Flow, which surged down with the rapid chanting of divine words, forming a vast, engulfing torrent.
The Romans, their fighting spirit ignited, were filled with rage. Faced with an overwhelming disparity in strength, they could only watch helplessly as their gods and their faith crumbled under this thunderous blow. Even Romulus, atop the Great Altar, closed his eyes slightly, accepting his fate with equanimity.
At the critical moment, more than a dozen Runic Inscriptions", danced and flew around the Great Altar, forming a purplish-red pillar of light that shot into the sky and completely intercepted the surging Aether Torrent.
This is... outside the city!
Cyrus the Great's heart pounded wildly. Without hesitation, he accelerated the gathering of Aether Particles, gripped the Golden Greatsword in reverse, and swooped down on the Great Altar of the Ba.
"I forgive with revenge, I trust with betrayal, I despair with hope, I turn light into darkness, and I give darkness to all things in this world."
The seventh note resounds, drawing upon the fallen blood of the Ancient Serpent Satan to forge the sharp edge of Space-Time Annihilation, thus revealing the apocalypse of disintegration—Destiny: Collapse!
In an instant, a thunderous roar, like a High-Speed Divine Word, resounded, and a meteorite, engulfed in crimson and black flames, plummeted down, trailing a long fiery tail.
Hidden within was a terrifyingly sharp edge, which, with the force of a thunderbolt, shattered the golden greatsword, pierced through layers of golden light, and carved a hideous bloody gash on Cyrus's shoulder, sending him flying.
The Persian King fell from the sky and crashed into the Roman Forum, stirring up a cloud of dust. The aftershocks of the explosion created a cone-shaped crater more than ten meters deep at the point of impact, surrounded by high-altitude crystalline deposits and radial cracks that stretched for several meters.
So strong!
Ramesses II's pupils contracted sharply. He immediately raised his golden-blue scepter, and a series of nested Sorcery Array and triangles appeared before him, converging and focusing on the fierce, exploding flames and light.
The intense sunlight, compressed to its limit, is poised to unleash its power.
Just then, a sharp, seven-colored sword light slashed diagonally, shattering Ramesses II's complex Sorcery Array and violently blasting the unsuspecting Pharaoh ten meters away.
Once Ramesses II regained his footing and locked his gaze on the approaching enemy, his face immediately darkened.
"Xiongnu King, what are you doing! Are you trying to break the alliance?"
"I received orders to hold you off for half an hour. You can choose to fight... or flee..."
In mid-air, Attila raised the Sword of the God of War and pointed it forward, responding indifferently.
"Arrogant!"
The arrogant Pharaoh was nearly driven mad with anger. In a fit of rage, he immediately brandished his scepter and went forward to greet her.
Attila didn't hesitate to gather the Star Ring, casually cleaving through the incoming Magic Beam, and raised her sword to meet the attack.
In mid-air, layers of light exploded, and surging etheric turbulence raged wildly.
This reaction... is there an injury?
As expected, you'll have to pay a price to deal with Romulus.
Let's seize the moment and finish this quickly!
At the same time, Samael's Serpent Eyes opened and closed, his gaze flickering eerily. He then stomped hard on the ground, using the momentum of the collapsing mountain to propel himself forward, igniting a red and black flame on his cross-shaped Cross Spear, which he aimed directly at Cyrus the Great, who was deep in the pit at the bottom of the Roman Forum.