In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"I'm going to Florence right away, and I'm going to replenish my supplies before leaving." Nero's mind is still a little clear, the tank needs to burn oil, and if it lies on the way halfway, it will be as good as scrap iron.

Mordred frowned, and was about to say don't waste time, when an officer ran over quickly, holding a cylinder in his hand.

"Your Majesty, there is news from the reconnaissance plane that there is a large-scale battle two hundred kilometers away from us."

"Show me." Nero quickly took it.

Thanks to Attila, the transmission of information has now returned to the primitive era. The high-altitude reconnaissance plane had to return to the base first, and then the helicopter sent the information to the emperor.

Inside the cylinder were battle situation analysis and a few photos. Before Nero could see clearly, Mordred had already snatched the photos.

"That's right, this white mist is that kid Jack! That guy must have run to help!"

"Are you sure?" This is a matter of tens of thousands of lives and deaths, and Nero has to be serious.

"If you make a mistake, I'll screw my head off and kick it for you!!" Mordred was very excited, every second was precious now.

Nero was silent for a few seconds, struggling between reason and sensibility, and finally nodded heavily:

"Well, I trust you! Order the whole army to bypass Florence and head north!"

"Yes!"

Without any hesitation, the Roman legions carried out all the orders of the emperor with all their strength, and the army was divided into two parts, so that the well-fueled troops followed the emperor first.

boom--

The tanks knocked away the vehicles blocking the road, and the rolling iron stream rushed forward. These thousands of people were all elites, and the proportion of heavy weapons was astonishingly high, but everyone's heart was very heavy, because there were monsters flying overhead fly away.

Similar to wasps, they are small in size and fast in speed, and they can't be dispelled by self-propelled cannonballs several times. These small things come and go, and everyone knows that all actions are watched by monsters.

The plains of the Apennine Peninsula are full of woods, and everyone's nerves are stretched to the limit, as if an enemy will rush out of the woods at any time.

After crossing Florence, even air cover became scarce, and a large number of flying monsters formed a barrier, engaging in fierce firefights with the Roman Air Force.

In the sky at dawn, fireballs continued to ignite, fighter planes and corpses of monsters fell down, and the legion on the way couldn't care so much anymore, and left everything to the goddess of victory to decide.

"I feel like Varus..." Nero, standing in the front, smiled bitterly.

"Valus? Who's that?"

"Oh, that's the general under grandfather Yu, who ruined the Roman Empire's dream of conquering Germania."

"Tch, don't say such unlucky words, I have the luck of my lord Mordred..."

The bear boy set up the FLAG wildly, and finally succeeded this time. Before he could finish speaking, a cannon shot came from the scout battalion ahead!

boom!

This is the sound of the 30mm machine gun of the infantry fighting vehicle. The soldiers of the elite army reacted quickly and immediately deployed a defensive formation.

But at the same time, a huge magic power came from the sound of the cannon.

"Scatter! Someone liberates the treasure!"

Mordred's expression changed drastically, he put on his armor and rushed forward together with Nero, just after taking a few steps, he saw several black shadows standing in mid-air a thousand meters away.

The pitch-black magic power was rising and condensing, and finally formed a black ball with a radius of more than ten meters, and those shadows slowly turned into particles as if they had exhausted their energy.

"What is that?" Mordred was the first time to encounter something that looked like a treasure but was not in essence, no wonder he could hide it from his own perception.

"I don't know, but Yu feels bad! It has to be stopped!" Nero raised his left hand and was about to unfold the theater.

"careful!"

Mordred kicked the emperor away with a big sword on his head, and with the sound of 'clang', a mace hit the blade of the sword.

clang!

As the sound waves spread, the strong force caused Mordred to crush the ground. When he looked up, he saw a strong man more than two meters tall staring at him with a smile.

"No, no, no! That's a gift for the oppressors!" The strong man laughed loudly, raised his thigh as thick as Mordred's waist, and kicked it, colliding with the latter's armor and exiting. Ten meters.

'What a power! '

Mordred narrowed his eyes. In terms of strength alone, this guy is stronger than himself. When he turned his head, he saw Nero frowning and staring at him. The brat immediately seized the opportunity to taunt:

"Hey, you're not going to be scared stupid!"

"How is it possible, Yu just feels a little familiar."

Roman-style daggers and Roman-style armor, Nero, as the emperor, would not be mistaken, so he asked:

"Which Roman general are you? Why did you choose to fall?"

The strong man didn't make a sound, but trembled with excitement. Mordred just wanted to remind her to give up talking, but Nero, who had finally met the Roman hero, laughed:

"Have you been demonized and lost your mind? I pardon your sins in the name of the Roman emperor, put down your sword! The gates of Rome will always be open to you!"

"Roman Emperor?" The burly man trembled even more frequently, and when he raised his head, his smiling face was full of killing intent!

"Spartacus... hates oppressors the most!!!"

With one step, the ground shattered, and Spartacus played at a super level. If he made a list of the world's dictators, the Roman emperor was definitely the type he hated the most!

"Spartacus!?" Nero was still in a daze when he heard the name, and Mordred immediately stood in front of him.

"Go away, stupid woman!"