The souls of tens of thousands of Roman soldiers turned into black air that ordinary people could not see at all and slowly gathered in the sky above Xu Fan Yuanshen, and slowly gathered into the baby-like little hands of Xu Fan Yuanshen. Yuan Shen is a strange existence. He is the origin of a monk but also has powerful energy. Moreover, he can also understand the mysticism, so Xu Fan can rely on his Yuan Shen to kill the souls of the Roman soldiers who died nearby. Summoned. Xu Fan does not have too much compassion in his heart. In fact, for these Roman soldiers, the best destination for them is to die on the battlefield, and Xu Fan also believes that their death is worth it. Looking around, there were nearly half a million Milanese soldiers gathered under the city of More. These troops were originally going to the front line to fight the Sun King, but they were all attracted by the city of More and were delayed for half of the time under the city of More. months. Thinking about it, without the pressure brought by the 500,000 Milanese army, the battle situation on the Sun King's side would be much easier. Soldiers are not afraid of death, as long as their death is worth it, and what Xu Fan has to do next is to take these souls home, back to the territory of the Roman Empire, so that they can take one last look at their hometown and family, and finally die. A hint of regret. "I'll take you home!" Xu Fan whispered. The next moment, the souls of tens of thousands of Roman soldiers slowly knelt down towards Xu Fan. This was respect from the soul. They didn't complain that Xu Fan was alive, they were dead, they were not so narrow-minded. Because they all saw how Xu Fan fought on the front line these days. Xu Fan's body was beaten to pieces many times, and Xu Fan also personally killed another holy warrior who tried to climb the city. In that battle, Xu Fan only had a skeleton and a few pieces of flesh left on his body, which was truly painful to the bone. Although Xu Fan did not die in battle like them, Xu Fan seemed to have died countless times! They see all this with their eyes and respect deep in their souls. At this moment, what these deceased souls have in their hearts is gratitude to Xu Fan, deep gratitude. A wisp of black energy wrapped around the fingers of Xu Fan's soul, and then the soul slowly returned to Xu Fan's body. Xu Fan stood up, stretched out his hand, and the Sky-Splitting Spear returned to his hand, and his fighting spirit burst out again. "Let's go. I can use my last bit of power to activate the magic circle in More City to self-destruct, giving you the best chance to break out." Belinda floated to the center of the magic circle in the center of the city and began to control it again. Here comes the magic circle. Xu Fan glanced at Belinda solemnly and said nothing. Xu Fan had no way to take the eight hundred surviving soldiers away. Xu Fan could only wait for the moment when the magic circle exploded to break out. And now, the Milanese¡¯s next wave of offense begins again. Densely packed Milanese soldiers ran quickly and began to climb up the city wall. There was a forbidden air formation above the city of More, so these Milanese soldiers who clearly had the ability to fly could only use the most primitive method to climb from the city wall like ordinary soldiers. Climb up. Climb up and kill all the Romans inside! Kill all these hateful Romans. Xu Fan looked coldly at the Milanese soldiers climbing on the city wall. These days, his body was damaged too quickly, and his blood food was basically these Milanese soldiers, so Xu Fan felt a little nauseous when he saw these Milanese soldiers. It was like seeing a dish that I had eaten so many times that I felt like vomiting. The eight hundred surviving Roman soldiers raised their weapons again and began to fight with the Milanese who climbed up. This time, Xu Fan did not take action. He stood quietly on the city wall and watched everything. Watching one after another Roman soldiers die in battle, these Roman soldiers only had a kind of relief in their eyes, and at the same time, a trace of black energy rose up from their bodies and entered the soul in Xu Fan's body. Xu Fan is waiting for them to die in battle, and then takes their souls home. Xu Fan is waiting for them all to die in battle. It¡¯s cruel, but this in itself is a kind of realistic helplessness. In life, sometimes you have to experience these helplessness. It is these helpless accumulations that make a person vicissitudes of life. Finally, all the eight hundred Roman soldiers fought to death, and everyone on the city wall was freed. Belinda screamed in the magic circle in the center of the city and shouted: "Xu Fan, I don't ask you to take my soul back, I just ask you to take a look at my brother for me and tell him, Her sister died for the Roman Empire, not for assassinating His Royal Highness the Sun King! She died on the battlefield against the Milanese!" Xu Fan nodded and agreed. Belinda's last knot in her heart was untied, and her whole body burned with blue flames. She burned herself and turned it into the final strength to motivate the entire Morr?The self-destruction of the magic circle! The Milanese soldiers finally climbed up the city wall. No living Romans could be seen on the city wall. The final victory of this tough battle belonged to glorious Milan! "Victory belongs to Milan!" Milanese soldiers cheered and rushed into the city. Some people began to open the city gates and let in the troops from outside the city. The Milanese soldiers outside were as dense as locusts and began to rush into the city one after another. Xu Fan stood on a pass in the center of the city and slowly tightened his grip on the spear in his hand. The ice bead on the gun body exuded a terrifying cold air. Outside the city of More, a middle-aged general wearing golden armor was riding on a lizard-like earth dragon. Beside him, there were twenty warriors who exuded the aura of powerful emperors. Behind him, , standing in a row of nearly thirty holy magisters, and he himself is a holy warrior! His name is Gesmer, and he is the commander of this legion. Originally, the order he received was to rush to the front line immediately to fight the wolf-like Sun King. However, during the march, he suddenly received another order, which was to take a detour. Head to the city of More and recapture the city of More which was captured by the Romans. Gesmer was originally a little surprised. What kind of Roman army could pass through the entire frontline battle situation, penetrate directly into Milan and capture a large city. However, even though he was slightly surprised, Gesmer didn't pay much attention to it. Maybe this Roman army was just lucky. When his army arrived at the gate of More, their good luck would come to an end. With his own army of hundreds of thousands, isn¡¯t it possible to capture the city of Mor? However, Gesmer was wrong. For his arrogance, he paid the life of a saint-level deputy commander of the legion. And he was supposed to go to the front line to support the battle, but he suddenly died under the city of More. It took three months to create the land.