In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

They may be strong or ordinary, and they look no different from ordinary people, but only the people in the organization know that each of them has more than ten lives in their hands.

And these people are not ordinary people, they are either politicians, wealthy businessmen, or other half-heroic spirits.

A photo of a black-haired youth was thrown in front of the five people, and Baimao Hassan issued an order:

"This is your goal, remember, try to live as much as possible."

"Yes." Without any unnecessary nonsense, several people wrote down the appearance of the young man, picked up various weapons, and walked through the wall like a woman who came to report.

The ripples on the wall gradually calmed down, half of the people in the cellar were gone, and the two Hassans sitting behind the table remained calm and continued to discuss the battle plan.

There is a team that has experienced many battles to carry out the task. In their view, the end of this half-heroic spirit named Rosen is already doomed. The only difference is——

A matter of life and death.

PS: I can't do it anymore, I'm about to vomit, go to bed quickly!

Chapter 92 I can play the piano and read poetry

After a sleepless night, it turned out that Rosen was overthinking it. Mordred, a brat, hadn't evolved to the level of 'night attack', but her sleeping pattern was extremely bad, and her teeth grinding and snoring continued all night.

"Yo, good morning~~~"

The next morning, when the sun came in, Mordred, who was only wearing a tube top, stretched, but saw Rosen sitting on the bed, propping his head with one hand.

"You woke up so early, why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't sleep well at all."

"Huh?" The bear blinked his eyes, looking drowsy, "What's the matter? I'm so excited to come to Rome, so I have insomnia?"

"Excited fart, it's not the noise you made that is annoying! Come on, get up, go to Rome today, and buy some gifts for Jack and the others." Rosen rubbed Mordred. The blond hair that fell down, got up quickly.

He also had to consider Jack's emotions for the sake of a bowl of water, but King Arthur gave him several million pounds, which was a little bit of money.

The two went out quickly, and Mordred was still dressed in that unrestrained style, with hot pants and a tube top, which made countless people want to strike up a conversation along the way.

If it wasn't for Rosen's constant coercion, he would probably be annoyed to death.

The construction of the city of Rome is very artistic, and various squares can be seen everywhere. Rosen is very interested, and often stops to watch the statues of the gods in the squares.

Nero is the darling of the gods. Of course, her city is dominated by the Greek gods. Fortunately, when the old era ended, the Holy See and the entire Vatican were leveled by monsters, and there were fewer opportunities for the two sides to fight.

But this kind of "perverse action" also caused dissatisfaction in France and Germany. If it were not separated by the devil's cave in the middle, the jihad would have started long ago.

Even in Rome, the opposition of Christianity still exists, but modern people have weak beliefs, and then they were fooled by Caesar who instigated EX, so far there has been no big news.

"It really feels like returning to ancient times, the era of the gods."

Rosen looked at the marble statue and shook his head slightly. There are no gods in this world. The gods in other worlds can only descend through clones. Although they are very powerful, they can only limit their strength to the level of heroic spirits in order to descend into this world. If you leave the landing place beyond a certain distance, your strength will drop significantly.

He thinks it is a good thing, after all, these gods are extremely unreliable, if you come and I start a jihad, then the monster can just lift a small bench and watch the show by the side.

The dispute between beliefs is the cruelest, and sometimes it is even above survival. If it is not because of this, Maozi may not be so cold so quickly.

Thinking of a loving father, Rosen laughed at himself and patted the bear on the shoulder.

"Well, Rome is much better than your father's big barracks."

"Hey, a country without any sense of tension." Mordred looked disdainful, pointing to the square full of white pigeons, "Look, it's a waste to leave such a large open space! It can obviously put an anti-aircraft artillery emplacement!"

"You have been brain-dead from the war, right? The city of Rome is so far away from the front line, why did it become a fortress?"

"London is not the same, it is not attacked by monsters! If it weren't for the fortifications built by the father, the city would have fallen long ago."

The serious brat left Rosen speechless, and just came to his place and just ate poisonous milk. This emotional intelligence is really touching.

The brat who lacked artistic cells was classified as incurable, and Rosen continued to stroll in the square, and stopped in front of a wandering entertainer.

The other party was playing "The Skylark" on the violin, causing Rosen's fingers to fluctuate accordingly.

The bored Mordred was teasing the pigeons, using bread crumbs to lure the pigeons to 'cuckoo', and then stuffing the bread into her mouth with a nasty face, repeating this several times, even if she really wanted to give it to the pigeons , people didn't come over either.

The bear child was short-tempered, and quietly released a little heroic pressure, causing the pigeons in the entire square to fly in fright, and then he put on a satisfied smile.

'Hmph, I dare you to ignore Lord Mordred! '

As if he had done something extraordinary, the bear boy turned his head and happened to see Rosen flicking his fingers, and then looked at the wandering artist, as if he had discovered a new world.

"Huh? Rosen, do you know how to play the violin??"

I obviously performed it when I was in the Middle East.

Luo Sen, who was concentrating on watching the performance, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this brat hadn't paid much attention to him before, so he showed a sneering smile:

"Yes, I can not only play the piano, but also read poetry."

"Just you?"

No, after the trip to Britain, this Rosen became more and more incomprehensible. Was he stupid and weak?

"Believe it or not." Rosen shrugged. Hearing the commotion on the side of the square, he dropped a hundred pounds to the entertainer and took the bear kid to watch the fun.

It was another promotional team for the festival. No one knew when the city of Rome would stop. In front was a beautiful girl in white gauze, handing out leaflets as she walked.

Rosen also took one, picked it up and took a look, it said something about the "Strongest King" competition, he hadn't recovered yet, the brat had already heard cheers.

"It's actually a game contest!"