Chapter 655: Home Is Behind

Under the escort of the Varangian Guards, which numbered less than a hundred people, Lothar quickly arrived at the Imperial Library.

He squatted next to a corpse, looked at it for a moment, and then came to another corpse.

Everyone was fatal with one blow, and there was a faint magical glow remaining around them. There must be an extraordinary spellcaster who used spells to take away the lives of all the guards in an instant.

"who!"

The Varangian guards raised their crossbows and aimed at the open door of the library.

"One of our own."

Lothar reminded.

The Candle Knight walked down the steps and shook his head slightly.

Lothar understood and ordered the soldiers to wait outside, then walked into the library with the Candle Knight.

"Didn't catch anyone?"

"Yes, the enemy is very familiar with the structure in the library. He can even use the magic circle in the library as a boost to intercept me."

"Ah."

Lothar sneered.

From this point of view, when Constantinople fell, whether the city gate "forgot to close" or someone deliberately opened it is really intriguing.

The system prompt sounds:

Your empire is riddled with holes and in turmoil.

The Dragon Shooting Crossbow was stolen today, and many people are suspicious.

A. As soon as General Giovanni and the Genoese arrived, the dragon crossbow was stolen. It was clear who the thief was.

B, Sir Theodore, often visits the library to research documents. He is extremely suspicious. You decide to arrest him decisively and follow the clues to find out his accomplices.

C. Take the opportunity to exploit the topic and eliminate dissidents. Regardless of whether it is rebellion or not, anyone who disagrees with me is a traitor and traitor.

D. The enemy is coming. Reduce big things into small things. Unite all the forces that can be united.

Lothar smiled. There was only one chance to simulate, and there was no room for trial and error. It didn't matter whether it was a simulation or not.

Simulation is reality.

With four options, it’s clear which one to choose.

How can it be so easy for the traitors in the city to unite?

Although General Giovanni is an outsider, he is a loyal minister certified in history.

With only the second and third options left, Lothar decided to neutralize one and two.

…

Early in the morning.

Lothar, who had just finished dealing with the traitors personally, had not had time to rest for a while when a series of movements came from outside the palace. When he opened the windows, he could see the citizens following the emperor's orders and gathering towards the Coliseum.

The eunuchs walked into the house and served Lothar, changing into purple robes and golden crowns.

He went to look for Viviana again. The candle knight was standing on the palace wall, thoughtfully.

Last night, she and Lothar went to capture the "rebellion", and both of them showed considerable strength to each other.

"With his back to the towering towers and facing countless pagan troops, the emperor took off his purple robe and resolutely refused the last chance to escape."

"Without hesitation, he charged towards the pagan army with his sword in hand, welcoming his own death and bringing a perfect end to this dying thousand-year empire."

The Candle Knight paused slightly: "This is a Greek poem."

"That is Constantine XI who is being described, not me."

Lothar chuckled and said that he rarely fought a battle that he was not sure about. In this simulated battle, he came here because he was really confident that he could win.

"Besides, I have the help of the noble Candle Knight. How can it be difficult to defeat the Ottomans?"

The Candle Knight pursed his lips and chuckled softly: "Aren't you afraid, how can it live up to its reputation? The Candle Knight only shines the light of candles, but what you need is a prairie fire."

"Candlelight can also start a prairie fire."

Lothar seemed to see the confusion in the Candle Knight's heart: "Don't belittle yourself. You probably don't know yet. The Shining Knight has also joined us, but he is not in this time and space right now. You are no worse than her."

"ah?"

The Candle Knight opened his red lips slightly, wanting to marvel at something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.

"Anyway, please come with me."

The emperor's carriage traveled slowly towards the Colosseum.

The road seemed lively again, with people crowded and bumping into each other.

But even if all the residents of the city came here, they would not be able to fill the large arena that could accommodate 100,000 people at its peak.

squeak--

The iron gate was raised.

The emperor, wearing a golden crown and driving a chariot, slowly drove into the center of the arena.

With his arrival, the hustle and bustle of the large arena gradually calmed down.

The former Grand Duke of Mori, who inherited the crown from his elder brother, and is now the Emperor, looked around. Everyone he glanced at subconsciously lowered their heads and saluted respectfully.

"This Greek king is so powerful."

Giovanni, who was standing in the stands, couldn't help but glance at the Genoese mercenaries guarding him.

At this time, half of the arena is full of people. This is also the moment. All the subjects of the empire who are willing to come or can come have already made speculations in their hearts and are waiting with heavy hearts for the news that the emperor is about to announce.

Some people even wondered in their hearts whether the emperor had decided to surrender the city to the Ottomans?

Or was the emperor planning to collect a tribute in an attempt to appease the pagans?

In short, it can't be a good thing.

Lothar did not keep them waiting. He drove his chariot and stood facing them, and slowly said: "Dear subjects of Rome, the ambitious Mahamu II has led his minions on the march to Constantine. Fort’s Marching Road.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar.

Even if I had guessed it long ago, the sword of Damocles hanging over my head, hanging yet not falling, still feels different from when it has already fallen.

"The number of enemies is greater than that of all of you present here, regardless of age or gender!"

"I know many people are afraid and unwilling to take up arms to fight, but the Ottomans will not forgive you just because you lay down your arms!"

"God has given me a revelation, and I have seen what a cruel scene it will be once Constantinople falls."

"They will launch an indiscriminate massacre, kill every Christian they see, empty the city, and turn it into a paradise for pagans. When they knock on your door with weapons, they will not distinguish whether you are Greek or Latin. They will insult every young woman or handsome man they see, and turn everyone into slaves who can be bullied at will; they will rush into monasteries and churches, smash the vessels containing holy relics, plunder the holy relics, take down the cross, and replace it with the pagan flame logo."

Lothar's voice was very low, but it sounded like a bell, ringing in everyone's ears.

As a monarch destined by heaven, his spiritual power far surpassed others. With just a few simple words, he outlined a doomsday scene in people's hearts.

No one doubted what Losa said. The Ottomans had done so before and would do so in the future.

They clenched their palms tightly, their faces were heavy, and some were furious, wishing to pick up weapons and fight the enemy immediately.

Mahmud II was not Saladin.

Even Saladin, when he conquered Jerusalem in history, sold all the Christians in the city into slaves, but allowed them to redeem themselves and generously exempted some people from ransom.

Losa said loudly: "Anyone who looks at the map knows that Constantinople has become an isolated city, like a wedge nailed in the heart of the Ottomans, but why did they not launch an attack on Constantinople until today? Because they know that to capture this city, they will pay a painful price that will break their hearts!"

"Although the chance of winning is slim, we are not without a chance!"

"Now, my subjects, the last Romans, please tell me, do you want to fight to the last moment as Romans, or live as slaves?"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Countless people stood up and shouted.

They have endless anger in their hearts. The martial virtues and former glory of the Romans, towards the Latins, the pagans, the Serbs, the Bulgarians, and the Romans, have been trampled countless times.

They don't want to do this anymore.

"I hear your cries. Fight for Jesus Christ, for Romulus, for Constantinople, for your emperor, and for our descendants to hold their heads high and continue to declare themselves to be proud Romans rather than slaves!"

As Lothar shouted, the golden glow gathered in his hands and turned into the gun of destiny engraved with gold patterns.

It did not change because Lothar now had the title of emperor. Who made the Roman Empire now only have a mere imperial capital to rely on?

But this golden gun still showed a terrifying power that was heartbreaking.

Giovanni couldn't help but widen his eyes. The Genoese general said in disbelief: "Holy light? Could it be that the terrifying power I felt from him before was the holy light? Could it be that this emperor was really an angel who came to the world to save Rome?"

For the first time, he changed the name of Lothar in his mind.

"For Rome!"

"For the Emperor!"

"For Jesus Christ!"

The roar of the thunderous voices echoed in the Colosseum.