My Heroic Life

"No, it's okay, I'm fine! Ahem!"

His Majesty the Emperor Huaxin coughed and left tears of bitterness. He wanted to go back to sewing his mouth half a month ago. How could this be round?

Say it was a lie?Will this kind of lies be seen through?Yes, or else, say you like Lord God Ancestor?

Nero was struggling to answer, but the maid's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

"Your Majesty, it's a frontline communication."

Chapter 39 You are careless

"I already know the situation, Qing waits for peace of mind to defend."

At the end of the communication, Nero Claudius turned his head and looked at Roland, who was leaning against the marble column.

"What do you think of this situation?"

His Majesty the Emperor asked her military adviser. The communication from the front line was actually not urgent. The content was about the discovery of the monster group's abnormal movement. Both inside and outside were indicating whether action should be taken.

"Nothing. It's been less than ten days. The King-level Fantasy Species won't be so uncomfortable. They probably want to urge us to solve the devil pig as soon as possible."

Roland glanced at the video of the disconnection, a little helpless to the cowardness of these guys, but a little understanding of them.

The king-level fantasies are imaginary the first time I see anyone, not to mention that in the absence of heroic spirits, the pressure on the frontline generals may also be great.

The pig is there, no one can say whether it will arch your little cabbage, what if you see it right?

"Your group of subordinates are less knowledgeable, but it's not a big mistake to be cautious."

Roland glanced at the documents that had been processed almost the same, and said to His Majesty:

"Do you want to solve it yourself or send out the heroic spirits of your country?"

"I'll go there in person. Other people's words are too troublesome. Uncle Caligula and Spartacus are out of control. It's okay to just destroy the monsters. It's a bit uncomfortable to fight against the king."

"It's true."

Roland passed the two Roman heroes in his mind once, and had to feel sad for Nero.

The mad emperor Caligula of the previous generation of the Roman Empire was the elder of Nero. He was crazy because of his belief in the moon. Of course, this is actually nothing. He has been crazy for a long time, and the people all over the country know.

The problem is madness is madness, you say you are okay to call Nero's name, what is the matter?Those who don't know think you are an idiot.

As for Spartacus...hehe, he smiled like a three-hundred-jin child.

Rebelling against professional households, they must resist tyranny and oppression every day. The treasure trembles with the M artifact, and the rationality is comparable to that of Caligula, who does not understand people.

Yes, an ancestor who could not be beaten or scolded by himself, and a neurotic who rebelled every day, these are the heroes of Nero.

Compared with Roland, how can it be a miserable word.

Therefore, when encountering a strong opponent, Nero will choose to play on her own, but this time His Majesty the Emperor obviously has other thoughts. She raised her head to look at the man in front of her, and said in a wrong way:

"Although it is a month for us to spend time together, military operations are an exception. You can stay here..."

Roland looked at Nero opening his eyes and muttering, and laughed unconsciously.

"I do the entire strategic planning. How can I go at this time? Not only can I not go, I must also be there with you."

"With, with Yu?"

"Well, after all, this is our first cooperation. I still want to make something beautiful. How about a souvenir of this month?"

Roland smiled at His Majesty the Emperor. Intervening in this beast tide was an opportunity for the two to reconcile. Roland actually took it very seriously in his heart, and Nero felt this kind of carefulness of the man.

Women all like the sense of ritual, not to mention the war to be recorded in history as a memorial.

Nero watched the man gradually curl his lips, showing a deep smile.

"...Umm, I understand, then leave it to you."

It's just that after one month of commemoration, I am afraid there will be more commemorations.

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In a fruit shop on a street in Rome, Atalante was cutting off the skin of oranges with a knife. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen clean orange balls fell into the juicer, and then she was killed by her. Put the lid on and wait for the moment to be squeezed dry.

The cat-eared girl in the hat continued to operate, unconsciously thinking of the action that Roland had said last night.

"I'm going to the Demon Realm of Rome tomorrow. If you can't contact me remotely after entering the Demon Realm, you don't need to follow it. This time is a holiday, just arrange it freely."

Roland smiled and issued the order, but the cat-eared girl was a little worried.

In the Roman Devilland, he should have no problem with his strength, but in the past two years he has done fewer and fewer hands, and Atalante has been unable to judge Roland's strength.

But these things are not what she needs to consider for the time being.

Atalante flipped the knife in his hand and watched the outside of the store. The time is now close to noon, but it has not yet reached the lunch break of the nearby school. There are not many pedestrians on the street. The vendors on the small square opposite the fruit shop Business is not so good either.

There were few passengers waiting for the bus in front of the station. Several dark-skinned men were arguing around a child not far from the entrance of the shop. All kinds of unintelligible languages ​​were introduced into Atalante’s ears, the little girl’s The cry made her feel anxious.

"Oh----?"

Hercules, who was watching the TV program in the store, was also attracted by the quarrel, and then under the watch of the two men, men from unknown countries passed by the store.

However, to everyone's surprise, when they all appeared at the door of the fruit shop, a crisp ring-pull sound rang, followed by seven or eight grenades and shock bombs thrown into the building.

"!"

Atalanta's eyes widened at this moment, and he did not retreat for a moment, and kicked all the grenades out of the store in the air like a shot. The next moment the sound of shocking bombs and the explosion of grenade outside the door sounded simultaneously. , The roar spread all over the street, followed by a scream of men outside the house.

"Hercules!"

"Oh-----!"

At the time of the attack, Hercules, who had been an old man eating melons for half a month, finally showed his heroic demeanor. Under the effect of the shocking bullet, he smashed the cabinet next to him with a single punch and carried a huge hand. His stone axe rushed out of the shop against the smoke and heat.

The screams and the cry of the child came, and Atalante's voice changed greatly when he heard that he remembered that the attackers had brought a child to disguise.

"Not good! The explosion just now!"

The cat-eared girl rushed out of the store like a cat-eared girl, and found that five of the eight people at the door were lying in a pool of blood, one had a broken leg and howling, and the remaining two people screamed like crazy while running towards them. Directions.

"Oh----!"

Hercules, who found the enemy, looked for a hurried pursuit, while Atalante found behind the dead crowd, a child who was completely frightened and silly with hollow eyes and tears.

"Great! You're all right, I, I won't hurt you, it's dangerous here, come with me anyway!"