Heaven and Hell's Battlefield
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Romulus, holding the Spear of Nation-Building symbolized the continuation of Rome, bypassed Nero and handed it to Samael for safekeeping.
The implications are self-evident.
Click...
In an instant, the God Samael, having completed his mission, lost his last divine power to sustain him. After casting a meaningful glance, he could no longer hold on, and his body shattered and disintegrated like a crystal. Golden streams of light gushed from the cracks and converged on the Great Altar.
In an instant, the twelve intertwined golden-red pillars of light engraved on the Great Altar were activated and flickered under the infusion of Romulus's divine power. They hummed and trembled, forming a towering flame like the eruption of Mount Vesuvius.
A limp, muscular phantom glanced down at Nero in the center of the altar, then brandished a hammer and began hammering away at a piece of golden-red divine iron on a forging platform that rose slowly amidst the flames.
Once the sword blank was complete, the blacksmith proudly raised his creation.
In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and bolts of lightning struck the sword. Ripples spread across the ground and the surging seawater cooled the fiery red embryo.
At the same time, the radiance of the sun and moon shone brightly, the vegetation around the Great Altar grew vigorously, and the grapevines that spread out from the cracks in the rocks bore fruit that exuded the aroma of wine. The bright red light of blood and the pink petals that danced in the air were directly poured into the greatsword.
The blessings of the Twelve Olympians, activated in turn, manifested one after another, forging together the bizarrely shaped, curved, and asymmetrically beautiful crimson greatsword.
Finally, as the golden-red divine light dissipated, the crimson greatsword, gently held and entwined by rose petals, fell into Nero's hands. Vast magical power surged into the young body of the Rose Emperor, and various "talents" appeared one after another in the little girl's mind.
The curved blade is inscribed with the Latin phrase "regnumcaelorumetgehenna," which in Latin means "heaven" and "hell."
The place where people live is the central hub that connects life and death, the bridge that carries on the past and opens up the future, and the battlefield between heaven and hell!
Meteorite Saddle - Primordial Flame (Aestusestus)...
Having witnessed the birth of this divine weapon, Samael silently recited in his heart, feeling a mix of emotion and helplessness.
Unfortunately, these are all remnants of the Great Altar, and he still cannot make contact with the Old Greek Gods through these remnants.
However, the Romans, who had been pessimistic and lost after the fall of their ancestor, were given a shot of adrenaline after witnessing this miracle of inheritance. They knelt down and worshipped, letting out a thunderous cheer and shouting the name of the Rose Emperor.
The city of Rome, still shrouded in thick smoke, appeared desolate yet resilient against the setting sun, as if reborn from the ashes in the afterglow of the sunset.
After temporarily stabilizing morale, the next step is naturally to clean up the mess and restore order as soon as possible.
Ugh, bad luck, I'm busy again...
Samael, standing before the Great Altar, glanced back at the half-collapsed Pantheon behind him, then turned to look sadly at the ruined city of Rome. He suddenly felt a headache coming on, and involuntarily raised his hand to rub his temples, sighing in despair.
At night, the bodies of the deceased, their eyes covered with coins, dressed in clean clothes, and their faces tidied, were carried from the ruins to places like the Roman Forum where firewood was piled up, to bid farewell to the victims.
Amidst the prayers of the priests and the cries of loved ones, the soldiers responsible for maintaining order lit pyres, and raging flames rose from all parts of Rome.
Although gods do not specifically target ordinary people, war is not a game for children; once it begins, there will inevitably be deaths and injuries.
Even with the combined high-end combat power of all sides maintaining a corresponding level of strength, thousands of people still perished in the city of Rome.
One or two percent of the civilians were affected, but the majority were Roman Soldier who risked their lives to go to the Pantheon to provide support, and young reserve soldiers who spontaneously organized resistance.
However, what can offer some solace to the families of the victims is that the ashes of those who died for their country will be placed in a Roman cemetery, and their names will be engraved on the stone walls built by the Pantheon, so that they may be protected by the gods and remembered by their descendants.
Rome had a tradition of heroic Lord who became gods after their deaths, and commoners and ordinary soldiers rarely had a place in the legends of emperors and generals.
This honor is now admired, even envied, by many living people, and is enough to soothe the turbulent public opinion and morale of the Romans.
Moreover, in order to restore order and production and life as soon as possible, the noble priests and Magecraft of the Pantheon were dispatched to various places to treat the wounded, help the common people rebuild their houses, and register the families of those who died for the country, providing them with a certain amount of food and money on a regular basis, with the state taking care of their lives to a certain extent.
Through various strategies, the Rose Emperor gained an excellent reputation and was highly respected by the Romans.
Meanwhile, the highly praised Rose Emperor was secretly drooling over a plate of grapes in the Roman palace, while a certain regent prince, who deliberately kept a low profile, was busy working non-stop, miserably handling various urgent reports at his desk, while Boudica and Brunhilde on either side had become emotionless machines reading manuscripts.
"The Pantheon reports that the large-scale relief efforts of the past two days have led to shortages of food, medicine, and other supplies."
"Draw them from the first, second, and third provinces!"
"They said that the supplies they have are strategic reserves and cannot be easily used."
"This is the heart of Rome. The outer provinces haven't fallen yet, so where would we get any external enemies? Besides, we don't need so many strategic reserves. The three deacons elected by the Pantheon are rolling in money. If they won't cut off any of their own flesh, I'll do it for them. It's just that my hands are shaking, so I might accidentally cut off somewhere!"
Samael's gaze was gloomy, his eyes filled with murderous intent, causing the high priests of the Pantheon who were waiting for news in the court to fall silent.
The three nearby provinces existed to protect Rome and were directly under the Pantheon. Even if they wanted to betray Rome, they couldn't collude with the Persian Empire and Hunnic Empire. Nero couldn't be lenient all the time after he came to power; he needed a few troublemakers to appease the gods. Samael wasn't afraid of their antics.
During the time when the ancient serpent ruled Uruk, he had long been familiar with the vested interests of various city-states who clung to their resources and property, and he was quite adept at dealing with them.
"The emperor of the Cornelius Clan, Scipio the Elder, has been killed in battle. His descendants hope that you will give Cornelius Clan your support so that their family can regain the right of succession."
Cornelius Clan's territory was in... the fifth province... and faced... the harassment of the Carthaginians?
Samael swept away the documents, opened the map, observed it carefully for a moment, his furrowed brows relaxed, and he made a more certain choice in his mind.
"According to procedure, the son succeeds the father. Let his son Scipio Africanus, who is in the army, temporarily take over as the governor of the Fifth Province and take charge of local defense. As long as he does his job, I... cough cough, His Majesty the Emperor thinks highly of him. As long as he can ensure that the Fifth Province is not lost and achieve something, the throne of Emperor Cornelius Clan will be his sooner or later."