In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

The morning light gradually rose, shooting Maeve's face to make her skin as white as jade. The woman thought for a few seconds, as if she didn't want these warriors to leave, as if she would feel uncomfortable without their pursuit.

'Forget it, all the treasures and warriors in the world belong to Miss Ben!There should be more toys out there! '

After weighing, Maeve made up her mind and snapped her fingers.

"Camilla~~"

"Yes." There was no one, only a deep female voice came.

"There is no problem with Romania, but now is a critical moment."

"Vlad III's ambition has been activated, and the whole of Romania has fallen to us."

The woman is very confident that if the country hadn't made a choice, the monsters would never have reached the Alps.

No matter how strong Attila is, challenging a powerful country alone is courting death. The army and heroic spirits are like fish and water, both are indispensable.

"Very well, Britain's failure can never be repeated." Satisfied, Maeve said in an orderly tone, "Take someone to Rome and find a chance to get rid of Mordred."

"But what if you don't have a chance to do it?"

"No chance, let me think about it..." Maeve tilted her head and hammered her palm, pure and pure for viciousness: "Then destroy that city, the face of the Roman emperor always Brings back some bad memories."

Ireland's annoying experience emerged, but it's a pity that King Arthur was not a man, otherwise she would have to kneel under his skirt!

The woman who didn't show her figure knew that Maeve had fallen ill again, and the two belonged to the same kind of person, but they just had different pursuits of 'beauty'. Under such a state of mind, her voice became cruel:

"I will bathe in her blood."

"Well, take the heroic spirit and go with my children, the respondent will be here soon!"

Without further ado, a few 'human beings' emerged from the monsters all over the place and headed south.

PS: The second change, ask for a ticket, ask for a monthly pass!Dropped to 11th in the last two days.....

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The murderous intent from hundreds of kilometers away hits the south, but this city of art still doesn't know anything about it.

The city of Rome was a bit too lively last night. A few heroic spirits hit the ground from the ground. Even without using the powerful treasure, the collapsed ground would have spread to more than half a block. This is not in London, where life and death are at stake. Be clear about what happened.

Death and destruction are too far away from them, and the people are still holding the attitude of watching the excitement. The reporters try their best to break into the blockade area, hoping to dig out big news.

Rosen returned to the hotel after dealing with the traces of the battle. When he turned on the TV, every channel in it was reporting.

"The battle last night caused a large area of ​​the ground to collapse. The number of casualties is currently unknown. Some people speculate that this is a heroic spirit fighting, but it has not been officially confirmed. Next, let us interview eyewitnesses."

A well-dressed female reporter babbled, and handed the microphone to the onlookers nearby.

"It's so gorgeous! The magnificent magic power dyed half of the sky red! It seems that the judgment of the gods is coming! To commemorate this magnificent scene, I will compose a poem..."

The crowd may be an amateur poet, dancing like an opera.

"Okay, let's interview the next one."

"It was a gorgeous fight, so I'm going to sing about it."

beep.

Rosen turned off the TV directly. These Romans were all misled by the tyrant, and the programs were full of effects, which made him very embarrassed.

Ghosts dyed half the sky red, if this is the case, why did I stay at the scene for a full ten minutes before the army came over, the most ridiculous thing is that the noodle army thought it was a gas explosion.

After experiencing the tension and seriousness of Britain, and looking at the group of optimists in Rome, Rosen was really uncomfortable.

But Assassin's matter has nothing to do with the Romans, as long as the monsters don't come, they will continue to be happy.

For the sake of these noodle men, Rosen stretched his waist and stood up from the sofa. It was almost time, and the tyrant's people should also come.

As a king who is crazy about art, the in-depth communication last night was not enough. Just when Rosen took a shower and put on the specially bought tuxedo, there was already a knock on the door.

He went to open the door, and there was a man and a woman standing outside the door. They looked tough, and they were in line with the aesthetics of a tyrant.

The two bowed and saluted very decently, and said in a crisp voice:

"Your Majesty Rosen, I invite you to enter the palace by His Majesty's order."

Enter the palace?Why does it sound weird.

It seemed that there was ambiguity, and Rosen didn't bother to correct it, so he got into the car with the two and headed all the way to the palace.

At the turn of the two eras, the city of Rome was almost razed, so the current palace was also built by Nero later. Thanks to modern advanced technology, even if she repaired it gorgeously, it would not require much labor.

When the excavator moves, it is still necessary to carry the ax on the shoulder.

Compared with King Arthur's 'poor' Buckingham Palace, this new palace is extremely large, and its location is located in the former Vatican, which literally slapped the faces of the Christians.

Sculptures, fountains, and several layers of walls, Rao Sen was well-informed and shocked by the tyrant's generosity.

Rome is known as the city of seven hills, and Nero's residence is on the top of this hill, with thousands of steps extending from top to bottom, making people feel small when standing here.On both sides of the steps, there will be a small platform every few meters. The artworks placed on it are not duplicated, and they are all made by famous masters.

'The military expenses have been used by this guy to repair the garden! '

The high-profile and luxurious palace made Rosen full of malice. He lit a cigarette, looked around casually, glanced away, and took a breath when he saw the sculpture in the center of the square.

Mad, what do I see?

A ten-meter-high statue of Nero stands in the center of the square with his arms outstretched. The whole body shines with colorful lights, and it looks extremely gorgeous under the sunlight.