In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Master Bishop, this arrangement is not very good."

What a joke, the people sent to the front are all from the royal family and Bonapartists. If this arrangement is made, the spirit of Paris will be out of balance.

"Then Your Excellency Dion is here to arrange?" Richelieu raised his eyebrows and looked at the head of the Intelligence Bureau.

"I..." The 'Girl' opened her mouth, but she didn't have the ability to refute. She didn't have the authority to order the heroic spirit.

This kind of small-scale unhappiness has become a daily routine, Joan frowned, and stood between the two to separate them:

"My lords, now is not the time to quarrel. According to the bishop's suggestion, I will lead three heroic spirits southward, trying to solve the monsters as quickly as possible."

The mascot is also the titular head of state, Dion nodded, took a step back and stood back in place.

"A wise decision, Your Highness." Richelieu still had that indifferent expression, "Since Britain can quell the Devil's Lair, we French warriors will be no different."

"Love and glory belong to France!" The faces of the two girls showed determination at the same time.

As famous heroes in history, their self-esteem is very strong, and they don't want to lose to the King of Knights at all.

The identity of a heroic spirit represents glory, and its body and mind and even its destiny have long been connected with the country.Just like the Lighthouse Kingdom and Mao Xiong, no matter how bad they were in the old days, until now, it is luck to be able to survive.

With such a 'role model' ahead, the heroic spirits of France will naturally do their best.

"Then I will go to collect supplies, and I will leave."

That weird smile appeared on Richelieu's face again, he saluted his chest in a formulaic formula, and left with a flick of the red bishop's uniform, which might be suspected by others, but he didn't care about it at all

The powerful bishop came out of the Elysee Palace. There was already a carriage waiting at the door. As a representative of the old aristocracy, he had always stubbornly rejected modern things.

The coachman had long blond hair as smooth as a girl, and was wearing a red dress. Seeing the bishop approaching, he took off his top hat and nodded his head like a gentleman.

"My lord, where are you going?"

"Cornelius, go to the monastery." Richelieu got into the carriage, closed his eyes as if he was taking a nap, but actually heard the groom's voice.

"The believers in Rome failed. They were all beheaded, including their cursed wrists."

"Can't the three heroic spirits take down the tyrant? What's the reason?"

"I don't know yet, but a half-heroic spirit named Kotomine Kirei survived and is currently in the 'void'."

"Kotomine Kirei? Oh, that guy cares about someone." Richelieu frowned slightly as he recalled something, "Interesting, try to figure out the reason for the failure, any other news?"

"Another piece of news comes from Romania. Vlad III has taken action against Macedonia, but the situation of the war is still controlled at the level of border friction."

"Let your people add fire to them, you can't be half-hearted." The cardinal looked out the window, and the peaceful Paris made him feel a little annoyed.

Britain's failure can be tolerated, but if there is another problem in Rome, the situation of Europa as a whole will be very bad.

"Got it." The man bowed and continued to drive the ancient carriage through the street.

A moment later, a shadow darker than the night emerged from Richelieu...

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Modern technology makes communication very convenient. As soon as France refused, the news was received in the Roman palace.

In the afternoon, in the garden full of roses, Nero threw the call back on the table, his cheeks puffed up with anger, like a bun.

"These ignorant Gaul barbarians! I really want Lord Caesar to conquer them again!"

"Five Caesars don't want to conquer this first-class power. The authority of the five hooligans cannot be challenged." Rosen reminded lightly, and put down his teacup. "So, France also refused?"

"Hmm! They only agreed to support supplies!"

"It's good to have supplies." Rosen shrugged. He didn't need to think about it and knew that this must be won by a certain saint. But when fighting against monsters, he would at least support supplies.

But having said that, if the upright saint continues to be fraternized, the iron cock of France may slowly become bald.

Being rejected one after another, this dealt a huge blow to Nero's self-esteem, and the whole person became sullen:

"France is also unreliable, and Britain has not sent a reply yet, Rosen, tell me what to do next?"

"Relying on the mountain, relying on everyone to run, everything depends on oneself." Rosen didn't take this setback to heart.

It just so happened that the maid came from among the flowers at this time, saluted the two of them and took out a report.

"Your Majesty, this is information from a half-heroic spirit named Emiya Kiritsugu. Lord Rosen has told you, but any news about him must be given top priority."

"Eimiya Kiritsugu? I have forgotten about this person." Nero made a gesture and asked the maid to hand it directly to Rosen.

Not refusing, Rosen took the report and glanced at it, with a smile on his face, he flicked the paper, and smiled lightly at the bewildered Roman Emperor:

"Look, here comes the chance to grab fate's throat!"

PS: Well, can I just beg for a fan?It seems to be paying attention to something!

PS2: [-]-word chapter, are you still used to it?In fact, the speed of advancing the plot is quite fast, and the foreshadowing has also been laid.

PS3: Richelieu, set it according to history!I don't know what he looks like, so I Baidu.

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Emiya Kiritsugu has been in the north of Rome for several days, and detected a very strange phenomenon.

The troops of the monsters were very scattered, like the tide breaking through the dam and spreading to the surroundings, the villages and cities were ruthless, and they were all destroyed.

The northern land was turned into a piece of scorched earth, and even the houses were burned down. Fortunately, Rome's ancient tactics came in handy at this time. Dozens of fortresses were scattered in the rear, becoming refuges one by one.