The reason for staying was simple.
It was to gain favor, even though the strength gap between the two sides was huge.
But Nero was actually the key.
But it was impossible to truly put his life on the line for this.
So Ning Cuo stood on top of the city wall, casually drawing a weapon, his mind already calculating the chips he had.
First, he held the geographic advantage, with the Roman imperial palace at his back providing strong defenses.
The enemy was mostly cavalry, which was inconvenient in these narrow alleyways.
Second, there were the people.
Besides Matiu·Oberstein, the head of the ironclad Senate who had the foresight to understand the dangerous situation they were in, the rest of the nobles still held traditional beliefs, thinking that everyone benefited if they attacked together, and surrendered if they didn't.
Finally, they had the backing of the Roman Emperor and the Pope.
As long as they could hold off a few waves, the large army below would naturally collapse.
It was precisely for this reason that Matiu·Oberstein had made up his mind to accelerate the attack.
Even for a surprise attack, they mostly used armored warhorses, without bringing any siege weapons.
So they could only rely on manpower to smash the city gate.
In other words, the key now was to hold the gate.
If so, then let the battle begin!
He weighed the javelin in his hand, threw back his arms, took a few steps, and poured all his strength into the throw.
With a whoosh, the javelin carved an arc through the air, landing on a knight at the front.
The knight screamed as he fell from his horse.
The war officially began!
“Form a shield formation, watch for the cavalry!”
Toler conscientiously played the role of a commander, and the Imperial Legion infantry squad under his command constantly moved along the city wall according to his orders.
Although their equipment and numbers were small compared to the enemy, their actions were uniform.
These people clearly had experienced numerous life-and-death battles and were seasoned veterans.
The rebellious Senate army had reached the final checkpoint.
As expected of the God-Era Romans.
It was truly eye-opening.
Ning Cuo had initially thought they hadn't brought siege weapons for concealment, but it turned out they didn't need them.
Several people pulled each other and formed a human wall, relying on their mortal bodies to withstand the armored warhorses charging at them.
They ran up from the passageway below, a dozen meters high, as if walking on flat ground.
It almost blinded Ning Cuo.
Fortunately, most of the people were slacking off, the battle situation was hesitant.
Even though Matiu·Oberstein wanted to immediately gather his troops, most of the nobles were hiding in different areas.
They clearly neither listened nor retreated, they were simply fence-sitters.
This gave Toler space to command.
“Tear down all the stones in the imperial palace! Get them and throw them down to crush the people below!”
He completely ignored the Roman Emperor standing there, ordering his men to demolish her palace.
But his men moved extremely fast.
Within a short time, they had demolished a wing and were carrying stones, quickly climbing the city wall and raising them high.
The Senate soldiers forming the human wall also realized something was wrong.
When they looked up, huge boulders were falling from the sky one after another.
No one could have imagined that someone would dare to demolish Nero's art in front of her.
This tyrant treated art as her life.
In an instant, the army below scattered in a panic.
The human wall collapsed in an instant, the soldiers fled in disarray from the base of the city wall.
Then they suffered even more fierce attacks from above.
But because of this situation, the hearts of most of the nobles became even firmer, and they decided to slack off.
Ning Cuo dared to demolish her palace in front of Nero.
What kind of trust did this represent?!
If it weren't for Matiu·Oberstein's solemn guarantee that the Emperor would absolutely not personally participate, which Roman noble would be willing to risk their head to do such a thing.
Toler was also a shrewd man.
Under his command, his soldiers only attacked the people under the Senate.
These knights, who had been arrogant and wearing full armor, thought that once they climbed the city wall with their human wall, they would achieve victory.
However, they had only just reached the city wall when they were surrounded by the shield wall of the Imperial Legion infantry squad.
Their spears pierced their steeds, which they considered their lives, in a few breaths.
“Prepare for white blade combat!”
Although the situation seemed to be going smoothly, the enemy had too many people.
They had just dealt with the small-scale sneak attack on the city wall when the last gate was broken.
The first knight who just rushed into the imperial palace didn't even have time to look up before Toler swung his double-handed sword, striking him hard, sending him flying from his horse.
Blood and entrails were scattered all over the ground.
Such scenes occurred everywhere in the imperial palace.
The Senate people were fighting with their lives, Ning Cuo's soldiers were desperately defending.
Everyone was gambling on Nero's patience.
Blood flowers bloomed one after another on the white marble floor, the sound of cold strikes resonated like the symphony of death.
Continuously consuming the manpower of both sides of the war.
Matiu·Oberstein was naturally extremely anxious when he saw this scene.
He knew very well that even if he really killed Ning Cuo, he would be finished.
But if he gave up like this, then he wouldn't be the only one who died.
Nero would definitely take this opportunity to slaughter all the people who had resisted her in the Senate.
This was an all-or-nothing gamble.
Win and take everything, lose and have nothing.
Therefore, even at any cost, Matiu·Oberstein had to kill Ning Cuo.
Only in this way could he prevent the Roman Emperor and the Pope from joining forces again.
Only in this way could the Senate regain its former glory.
Thinking of this, to boost morale, Matiu·Oberstein spurred his horse forward, personally entering the front lines of the battle.
Seeing that the fish was finally hooked, Ning Cuo didn't hesitate for a moment, he roared with all his might.
“In the name of God, Toler, let them experience the wrath of the Lord!”
His slightly broken roar echoed through the area.
At first, they were a little confused, but then they felt true fear.
Suddenly, a thick and heavy pressure appeared out of thin air.
Even the air seemed to tremble!
Nero's eyes widened.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Was Toler a God-Era hero?
The extremely fierce battle became calm at this moment.
“No...this is impossible!”
Matiu·Oberstein almost collapsed, he raised his long sword and roared at Ning Cuo.
You had such a trump card, why didn't you say it earlier, you only released it when they were at the door.
Aren't you deliberately setting me up?!
You're too cunning, this is too dirty!
Matiu·Oberstein felt like a clown, twice he had been used.
He looked at Nero, who was standing in the sunlight, bathed in golden light.
He instantly understood Ning Cuo's intentions.
He, the head of the Senate, a noble second only to the Emperor in Rome, the timing he chose to enter the Roman imperial palace was to provoke him to lead the rebellion.
He was not a messenger sent by the Pope to repair relations.
From the beginning, he had been falling into his trap!
Understanding this, Matiu·Oberstein suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He was about to speak when he felt a massive force sweeping over him, his vision went black, and he collapsed.