People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 655: Home is Behind
Under the escort of the Varangian Guard, which had less than a hundred men, Lothar quickly arrived at the Imperial Library.

He squatted beside a corpse, looked at it for a moment, and then went to another corpse.

Each of them was killed with one strike, and there was a faint magical glow lingering around. It must be a spellcaster with extraordinary strength who used magic to take the lives of all the guards in an instant.

"who!"

The Varangian Guards raised their bows and crossbows and aimed at the open library door.

"One of our own."

Losa reminded.

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

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

"Didn't catch anyone?"

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

"Ah."

Lothar sneered.

From this perspective, it is really intriguing to think whether the city gate was "forgotten to be closed" when Constantinople fell, or someone opened it on purpose.

The system prompt sounded:

Your empire is in tatters and in tatters.

The dragon-shooting crossbow was stolen today and many people are suspicious.

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

B, Sir Theodore, often goes in and out of the library to study documents, which is extremely suspicious. You decide to arrest him decisively and follow the clues to find out his accomplices.

C. Take advantage of the situation to exclude dissidents. No matter if they are rebels or not, anyone who disagrees with me is a traitor.

D. The enemy is coming. Make big things small and small things disappear. Unite all forces that can be united.

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

Simulation is reality.

There are four options, and it is obvious which one to choose.

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

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

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

...

Early in the morning.

Lothar, who had just dealt with the traitor personally, had no time to rest before a series of noises were heard outside the palace. When he opened the window, he could see that the citizens were obeying the emperor's orders and gathering towards the Colosseum.

The eunuchs walked into the room and helped Lothar put on a purple robe and a golden crown.

He went to look for Viviana again. The Candle Knight was standing on the palace wall, deep in thought.

Last night, she and Losa went together to capture the "rebel", and both of them showed their extraordinary strength to each other.

"The emperor turned his back to the towering tower, faced the countless pagan troops, took off his purple robe, and resolutely rejected the last chance to escape."

"He resolutely rushed towards the pagan army with his sword in hand, welcoming his own death, thus putting a perfect end to this dying thousand-year empire."

The Candle Knight paused and said, "This is Greek poetry."

"That describes Constantine XI, not me."

Lothar chuckled. He seldom fought a battle that he was not sure of winning. He came to this mock battle because he was really confident that he could win.

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

The Candle Knight pursed his lips and smiled softly, "Aren't you afraid that your reputation won't live up to your expectations? The Candle Knight is just a flickering candlelight, but what you need is a raging fire."

"A candle flame can start a prairie fire."

Lothar seemed to see the confusion in Candle Knight's heart: "Don't underestimate yourself. You may not know that Glory Knight has also joined us, but she is not in this time and space at the moment. You are no worse than her."

"what?"

Candle Knight slightly opened his red lips, wanting to express something in amazement, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.

"Anyway, please follow me."

The emperor's carriage set out and slowly drove towards the Colosseum.

The streets were barely bustling again, with people crowded together.

But even if all the residents of the city came here, there was no way to fill the large arena that could accommodate 100,000 spectators in its peak period.

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 noisy and bustling arena gradually calmed down.

The former Grand Duke of Moriya, who inherited the crown from his brother and is now the Emperor, looked around, and everyone who was swept by his gaze subconsciously lowered their heads and saluted respectfully.

"This Greek king has such a strong aura."

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 was already filled with people. This was also the moment when all the imperial subjects who were willing and able to come came. They already had guesses in their hearts, and were waiting with heavy hearts for the news that the emperor was 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 trying to collect another tribute in an attempt to appease the pagans?
In short, it can't be a good thing.

Lothar did not let them wait for long. He drove the chariot towards them and said slowly, "Dear Roman subjects, the ambitious Mahamu II has led his minions on the march to Constantinople."

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar.

Even though I had guessed it long ago, the feeling of the sword of Damocles hanging over my head, hanging yet not falling, is still different from the feeling of it already falling.

"The number of enemies is so great that even if all of you present here, regardless of gender, age or status, were added together, they would not be able to outnumber them!"

"I know that 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 weapons!"

"God has revealed to me what a cruel scene it would be if Constantinople fell."

"They will start an indiscriminate massacre, killing every Christian they see, emptying the city and turning 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, turning everyone into slaves to be bullied at will; they will rush into monasteries and churches, smash the vessels containing holy relics, plunder the holy relics inside, take down the cross, and replace it with the pagan flame emblem."

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

As the monarch destined by heaven, his mental power far exceeded that of others. With just a few simple words, he painted a picture of the end of the world in people's hearts.

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

They clenched their palms tightly, their faces were grim, and some of them were so angry that they couldn't wait to pick up their weapons and fight the enemy to the death.

Mahmud II is not Saladin.

Even Saladin, when he conquered Jerusalem, sold all the Christians in the city into slavery, but allowed them to redeem themselves and generously waived the ransom for some of them.

Losa said loudly: "Anyone who looks at the map knows that Constantinople has become an isolated city, like a wedge in the heart of the Ottomans, but why did they wait until today to launch an attack on Constantinople? Because they know that to capture this city, they will pay a painful price that will break their hearts!"

“Although the chances of winning are slim, we are not without a chance!”

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

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

Countless people stood up and cheered.

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

They don't want to do this anymore.

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

As Lothar shouted, golden light gathered in his hands and transformed into the Spear of Destiny engraved with golden patterns.

It has not changed because Lothar now has the title of emperor. After all, the Roman Empire now only has a mere imperial capital to rely on.
But this golden magic spear still displayed its terrifying power that made people awe-inspiring.

Giovanni's eyes widened. 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 is really an angel who came to earth to save Rome?"

For the first time, he changed the way he addressed Lothar in his mind.

"For Rome!"

"For the Emperor!"

"For Jesus Christ!"

The roar of thunder and sea echoed in the arena.