Turn 49: Beginning the final assault against all remaining provinces. For the sake of brevity, only one photo per turn until the last turn.
Turn 50: Enough troops to stomp the Turks? Perhaps I should send more.
Turn 51: Egypt has one province left, as does Hungary and Russia.
Turn 52: My forces arrive at the heart of the Ottoman empire. It does not look like they have the manpower to defend themselves.
Turn 53: And Russia goes down without a fight.
Turn 54: With Russia destroyed, the Egyptians are next. I prepare to backstab the papacy.
Turn 55: The last remnants of Egypt are gone. The Turks are down to one province. Baghdad has enough forces to repel my initial assault.
Turn 56: The Turks are crushed, and the crusade ends. Imperial forces swarm towards Baghdad. Meanwhile, Arguin, the remaining African province, and probably the most isolated and worthless piece of expletive deleted in the game, is about to be crushed.
Turn 57: I finally give the Papacy what they deserve for years of annoying messages about not attacking my fellow Christians. I am officially excommunicated at long last this turn...
But wait! I OWN the college of cardinals. Does the Pope seriously think I will let him live?
Turn 58: Baghdad falls to the glorious Empire.
Here is a display of the public order bonus in Rome, even at maximum taxation, due to both my glory bonus, the way I strike fear into the hearts of men, and by the authority of my ruler. I make Rome my capital on the final turn.
A glimpse at the finances of my glorious empire. I may be deficit spending now, but by the time the Mongoloids arrive, my army will be sleek, streamlined, and all surplus troops will be eliminated. Also, I can finally spend money on improving my provinces.
Rest assured, in about 15 turns, I will be making perhaps 50,000 florins per turn. All I need to do is cut my massive, redundant armies in half.
A display of the final score of my game. King Rufus, my original faction heir, conquered the entire world during his lifetime.
How I got un-excommunicated. Hint: I own all the cardinals. My official relations with the Papacy are now Neutral. I guess they finally got the hint that it is unwise to challenge my rule. The millions slaughtered along the way might have been a clue.
For those of you paying attention, here it is: The original faction heir of Scotland, still sitting harmlessly next to my still undefended Dublin. I told you at the very beginning that they would never, ever move. I guess the Canmores are (slang term for part of the female anatomy, plural).
Now nothing left to do but wait for the Morons and the Timids to arrive.
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