In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

In this future world full of heroic spirits Author: Sara Shuangshu

【brief introduction】

One day, I found a note signed by Gudazi, and I opened the door to a new world.

Who will save Britain from the crisis?

Why was the tyrant of Rome so mired in the quagmire and unable to extricate himself?

What was the reason for the black and white saints in France?

What kind of confrontation will the first emperor of China and Neon start?

Rosen, who was sitting on the sofa, swayed his wine glass, stared at the world of Heroic Spirits with calm eyes, and smiled softly:

"Boss, should the Saint Quartz be settled?"

Chapter 1 Youth from Asia

2004 AD.

London in winter looks a bit desolate, and the temperature is cold enough. The lush leaves on weekdays have turned yellow and covered with white snow. A somewhat worn-out ship sailed into the Thames River port. After it stopped, only a few dozen people left. Go down.

The young man in the front is wearing a black trench coat that is common in this season, with a gray scarf around his neck, black hair and black eyes, and yellowish skin. He looks like he has come from Asia.With a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, he looked around after stepping on the gangway.

The smell of dilapidation and bleakness was everywhere, the young man shook his head and said to himself in a cold voice:

"This is London? It seems that Her Majesty Arturia Pantragon's governance is not very good."

The popularity is too low to make people feel that this is the capital of the Kingdom of Great Britain. The afterglow of the empire on which the sun never sets has completely burned out. If King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table had not come here, perhaps this island would have long since become a paradise for monsters to loot. .

"Hey, I smelled that person, no wonder I feel sick! Also, don't speak ill of that person in front of me!"

An irritable voice suddenly appeared, but the travelers on both sides kept walking past, and no one but the young man could hear it.

"Mordred, this time I came to Britain for a mission, please don't pay too much attention to this King Arthur." The young man picked up the suitcase and walked towards the exit as usual.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, he could see a short figure with arms folded on his chest, the girl with blond hair and exposed clothes, who showed all her emotions on her face. It was the rebellious knight Mordred, who was summoned by him after gaining power. the first Heroic Spirit.

"Rosen! If it weren't for you being too weak, would I be so distressed? You can't even maintain a spirit body by summoning me, how stupid!"

"Blame me, who called you a mid-rank heroic spirit, the magic power required is too huge, if I rely on your power, I would have become a corpse."

"What did you say?! Do you want to blame others for your stupidity?" Mordred, who had been trapped in the sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, froze instantly, stomped his foot on the ground, and said sharply: "If not I'm stuck here and can't get out. Those enemies in the past have long been resolved! But you, is the power of a mere half-heroic spirit so easily satisfied?"

"Even if it's a half-heroic spirit, it's still ten times better than someone who can only watch and fight."

Rosen shrugged and blocked the communication without waiting for Mordred to get angry. He thought about it, it would be better if he couldn't materialize, lest this duplicitous child wield the sword of rebellion against her father. If so, this time The destination of the westbound journey might as well change to the Apennine and meet the tyrant for a while.

With a little helplessness, he quickly walked out of the pier. There were a little more people in the square, and among them were many soldiers in blue military uniforms. These people all looked at the monitor on one side, and Rosen also looked at past.

I saw a blond girl on the screen wearing a crown and holding a sword in one hand. The silver-blue armor was slightly damaged, as if she had just returned from the battlefield.But her eyes like green lake water are still full of determination, as if she can directly hit everyone's heart through the screen:

"People of Britain, Yorkshire was destroyed by monsters yesterday."

The king brought a piece of bad news, and the needle fell on the square. Rosen noticed that many people's faces were turning pale. After all, there were hundreds of thousands of fresh lives behind the word destruction.

He suddenly realized that the monsters entrenched in Britain this time were menacing, which could be called the strongest frenzy in the past ten years. Facing this power that could repel multiple upper-level heroic spirits, Rosen's face also flashed a bit of solemnity.

He put down his luggage and quietly listened to King Arthur's increasingly high declaration of war.

"But Yorkshire's sacrifice will never be in vain!" The girl took a step forward, and with a dragon roar, the holy sword unsheathed: "Because the people of Britain will fight to the end! We will fight in the city, we will fight in the fields Fight on the streets, we will fight in the mountains, we will never surrender! God bless Britain!"

"God bless Britain! God bless my king!!"

A sea of ​​cheers echoed from the square and from farther away, as if the dark clouds that filled London had been washed away.

This is the cohesion brought by the heroic spirit, the famous hero in human history. Since King Arthur once created miracles, the people of Britain still believe that she can create it again.

'The government of the old era is not at a loss, at least this cohesion is not what ordinary leaders can bring. '

Rosen looked at the high-spirited crowd in the square, and sighed in his heart. After the arrival of heroic spirits, there were many disputes in politics, but countries that rejected heroic spirits or wanted to use these heroes as weapons did not end well. Death has disappeared in the rolling torrent of the new era.

If there are no monsters, the major powers may still play dog ​​brains for this supernatural force. Unfortunately, strong enemies are on the side. Any politician with normal IQ will push the heroic spirit to the front. If you win, you can save your life, and if you lose, it seems that there is no loss. It's not a loss anyway.

"Hmph, I'm not ashamed to say it, why did you escape back if you really want to fight?" Mordred's broken thoughts interrupted Rosen's meditation.

He took a deep breath, and he couldn't do anything about this blunt little boy, so he could only talk to himself like a neurotic:

"Those who just keep fighting can only be considered reckless. The king should know how to advance and retreat. Anyway, York has defensive lines such as Nottingham. After the layers are weakened, the offensive of the monsters will also weaken. When the army of monsters at the end of the force comes to the city, Arthur... ...No, Arturia Pantragon brought the Knights of the Round Table head-on, and there is a certain chance to completely eliminate the monsters in the British Isles!"

"Are you teaching me military strategy? It's obviously too stupid." Mordred raised his eyebrows with a mocking expression.

"This is called rational analysis, let's not talk about it, the person who picked me up is here." Rosen didn't bother to argue, and when he looked up, an army green jeep happened to stop in front of him.

Two officers in blue military uniforms stepped out of the car. The first lieutenant saw Rosen's eyes lit up, and quickly walked to the front and saluted, "Is that Mr. Rosen from Asia?"

"It's me, I've made you wait for a long time." Rosen smiled slightly, took off his gloves and shook hands with them, very self-restrained, like a real gentleman.

"No, no, please get in the car, Knight Commander Bedivere has been waiting for a long time."

The lieutenant from MI[-] was flattered, he knew the true identity of the man in front of him, a half-heroic spirit—a human who inherited the power of a heroic spirit, an existence that can fight monsters without using a holy spar weapon, and an ordinary person like them. Differently.

Rosen is accustomed to being treated respectfully by others, no matter what the reason is, as long as he is fighting on the front line against monsters and acts as the protector of human beings, this 'adult' is a matter of course.

When he got into the car, the jeep was driving smoothly on the foggy road with the roar of the engine. The lieutenant in the front row looked at the rearview mirror from time to time, looking very nervous.

"Lieutenant, are there any questions?" Rosen asked casually.

"Sir, are you the only one here?"

"I have never joined any organization, so I am alone." Rosen is very calm, not all the heroic spirits in the world have their own kingdoms, and some walk in the world as rangers.

At the moment when the monsters set off a second wave of frenzy, most of these rangers are grouped together. Lone Rangers like him are very rare, and the best among them is Siegfried.