"Darius!" The name echoes through my mind, I glaze at my Gladius, unsheathing it from the throat of a helpless barbarian, his skin charring from the blades tip. I glance backwards, towards the sea of corpses and among all of them, my legion. I turned to them booming my voice with the utmost urgency "Men! Testudo!" They all reacted raising their shields together like a tortoise on the glistening beaches of Italia itself. I joined the front ranks of the wall in between the hastati, their spears just piercing the evening light through the few small gaps in the shields. On my command the fortress moved, metre by metre we gained distance towards the enemies walls, plasmic light dissipating onto our shields. A blinding light filled the air and over the horizon the battle cries of men pierced our ears, my Optio, Merieth no doubt, I commanded her to encroach on the enemies rear this morning. If the she had fired off the flare then... Before my thought could finish the the light faded and a new one consumed the field, pieces of debris rained down crushing a few of my men, the ballistae had fired and the walls disintegrated from the explosion. Pila flew through the air, whistling past my cheek, scarring my armor, sparks flew and the throwers trans located cutting down the survivors on the wall with finesse and grace, no wonder they were my finest centurions. Over head cruisers carved the sky raining fire on the helpless barbarians below.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Imperium
Ciencia FicciónWhat if The Barbarians never Succeeded? What if the marble in Rome never crumbled? 2072, Brittanica, In the south an Emperor has fallen and an heir rises, to the west a rebellion ensues. Who can change what the world has become?
