In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Curse Wrist took a deep breath, and he knew that Nero was not dead. He originally wanted to use Camilla, a new force, to kill the two of them, but in a blink of an eye, an unbelievably strong half-Heroic Spirit came out!

Camilla on the side was frantically hinting to retreat, but the curse wrist didn't look at her, but slowly raised his arm.

"Desperate? If I were you, look for a chance after running away."

The arm slowly turned red like a branding iron, and the curse wrist asked back: "Can you let us escape?"

"Hmm~"

"So, instead of being hunted like wild dogs, it is better to seize this last chance to practice loyalty!"

The cursed wrist roared upwards, for the master's plan, death is not a pity for this body!

"What a madman! Let's go!"

Camilla didn't have any concept of loyalty, so she ran away with the Phantom of the Opera. Rosen didn't even look at the two defeated dogs, his eyes were fixed on the cursed wrist.

His arm has turned into a bewitching blood-red color, and the endless black turbulence rushes straight into the sky, as if breaking the barrier of space and pulling a certain existence into the present world.

The blood vessels all over the cursed wrist protruded, and the pain of tearing his soul made him groan|groaned, and the skull mask covering his face fell down, revealing an ugly face without facial features.At the same time, the aura belonging to the curse wrist gradually dissipated, replaced by a powerful existence like an abyss.

Devour!This soul that was devouring the wrist of the curse descended a part of itself on the body. The powerful force made the body tremble unbearably, and the evil breath deeper than the night made the faces of the two blond girls change.

"Demon God!?"

Mordred raised his long sword, wanting to fight this guy before he fully descended, but just as he stepped forward, the long sword was pressed down by Rosen.

"Don't worry, do you want to be devoured? This guy is the demon god Satan."

"Then what should I do? Wait for the magic stick to cast the spell?"

"It's not so exaggerated. Look, don't we have a god here?" Rosen looked back and saw a green-haired girl squatting on the wall at some point.

"Froya! You are finally here!" Nero looked very excited when he saw his chief consultant coming.

She was so unlucky tonight, she didn't show her handsome and gorgeous side at all, instead she was beaten and rolled all over the floor.

"Call me Cloris." The girl came over. Every time she took a step, the dead vegetation began to revive. When she stopped beside Rosen, a green corridor was left behind.

The night wind made her green hair flutter around. Cloris glanced at Rosen and smiled:

"You... are really interesting."

Rosen frowned. He hated the condescending arrogance of these gods, and said coldly, "Lord Cloris, please stop talking nonsense. If Satan is allowed to descend completely, no one in Rome can beat it."

"Indeed, it would take a strong man like Gilgamesh to deal with it, so what are you going to do?" The girl became more serious.

"What should I do?" Rosen touched his chin, suddenly raised his head and said in a commanding tone: "Nero, free your treasure to trap it! Then find a way to weaken it!"

"Hmm!" As an emperor, he was ordered by a mercenary, but Nero didn't feel disgusted.

This is not only the goodwill cultivated by art hobbies, but also the self-confidence brought about by power. In this world, powerful power can break through the limitations of seniority and inferiority.

"Cloris, add magic power to Mordred!"

"Yes~~~~" Flower God nodded reluctantly, as a 'god' being called around by a human being was very uncomfortable.

But... how did this human know that I can replenish magic power.

Rosen glanced at the god who was in deep thought, and entrusted the most difficult task to the closest person:

"Mordred, release the treasure later, send me to it!"

"Leave it to me!" The bear kid grinned, revealing two canine teeth.

After the battle was assigned, Rosen walked towards the 'Cursed Wrist' whose aura was getting stronger and stronger.

There was no hesitation in the indifferent gaze, and he sighed softly only with a voice that he could only hear:

"Satan, I haven't seen you for many years, let me tear it up again!"

PS: Today, it will be divided into two chapters and posted together. Well, this will not be considered a broken chapter.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Second Huh.....The Fox Fakes the Tiger's Prestige Again

The city of Rome has been extremely lively recently, and it reached its peak tonight. The sound of the propeller rotation of the armed helicopter resounded through the night sky, and hundreds of soldiers surrounded the area where the monastery was located with iron barrels.

But these elite soldiers are not even qualified to intervene, they can only act as spectators, watching the most magnificent performance with dumbstruck eyes.

At least eight heroic spirits are fighting in this area, apart from Arash and others at the edge, on the ruins in the center, the magic power rising from the sky seems to freeze the air!

Nero inserted the long sword into the ground, closed his eyes gently, and the golden magic power bloomed like flower buds.

"See Yu Zhicai! Hear Wan Lei's applause! Heart the glory of the ruler! Blooming like a flower! Let's open!"

[Invitation to the golden theater that is full of enthusiasm! ! 】

The magic power extended to all around, and when everyone came back to their senses, they were already in a gorgeous theater.

Just like an opera house in ancient Rome, the auditorium on the third floor was empty, and the fighting Rosen and others stood in the center of the theater, as if they were about to perform a magnificent opera. Countless rose petals fell from the dome, making the entire battlefield beautiful Huan.

'Is this the Golden Theater?It would be even better if you can turn off teammate damage. '

The place of death is also so gorgeous, Rosen smiled, felt the restraint imposed on his body, and made a gesture of invitation to Cloris.

[The Power of Flowers! 】

The green light cast on Mordred, accompanied by a strong breath of life, not only did the bear recover from his injuries, but even his magic power returned to its peak.