In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Of course it's you, keep watching."

Calm words can calm people's emotions, and Nero quickly calmed down, watching the pictures on the light curtain flow.

Like a movie, starting from that night's fight against Assassin, Nero's journey is fully displayed.Unyielding when being assassinated by the enemy, never giving in when being besieged, the "movie" shows His Majesty the emperor's most magnificent figure, and even the role of Rosen is omitted.

The rhythm on the screen is fast, and the battle of the heroic spirits is displayed in all directions, and the fighting power of the demolition team has made many people clenched their fists.

The emperor never retreated, even if he was at a disadvantage, he was always full of confidence and vowed to protect the peace of Rome.

It's a pity that the battle came to an abrupt end when it reached its climax, and it was replaced by Nero's daily life of worrying about state affairs every day. The level of the 'photographer' is very poor, but the picture is extremely real, coupled with a strange mental fluctuation, The audience who were still nervous just now couldn't help crying.

"Is it propaganda for the purpose of stabilizing the imperial power? Hmph, it's better to go to the battlefield and fight!" In the box, Iskandar, who was aware of the mental fluctuations, put down his wine glass heavily.

What he does is the way of kings and overlords, and he looks down on these little tricks very much.

"Wang, it's actually pretty good to watch as a movie. I don't know how that half-heroic spirit made it, but it feels like being there." Herator next to him touched his nose, quite interested.

"They're all clever, I'd like to see what the hell the half-hero is doing." The King of Conquerors held his temper at least, and treated it like a farce.

Coincidentally, when the plot advances to the time when Nero pledges to go to war, the atmosphere in the venue gradually becomes warmer, with neat military formations and passionate speeches. By the time of the bloody battle with Sparta, Attila and other fallen heroes, the atmosphere of the audience has reached high|tide.

Even though the enemy was extremely powerful, Nero never retreated half a point, and continued to attack with his bruised body, his face filled with contempt for death!

When a nuclear bomb-like Noble Phantasm exploded, the mushroom cloud rose and turned the enemy into particles. The people who saw the ecstasy woke up suddenly, and focused all their eyes on the girl who was deep in thought on the stage.

A needle can be heard in a meeting place of [-] people. After intuitive feeling, they realize that the news in the weekdays is so pale, and the words in the newspaper are so powerless. At this time, they understand how heavy the responsibility is for the petite body of this king. !

Assassins, monsters, fallen heroic spirits, any one of them can kill everyone in the audience. The reason why they can still sit here to participate in the ceremony is because the emperor is carrying the weight forward!

That mental strength reached its limit at this moment, everyone's heart paused for a second, and then cheered like thunder:

"Your Majesty Nero—"

"Long live!!"

Like the end of a wonderful opera, the applause lasted for a long time after the audience stood up.

Let me ask, how many kings in this world do not seek fame or profit, but silently guard and create a happy life at the same time. His Majesty the Emperor is simply a bright light in the apocalypse.

She is qualified to enjoy the applause, and even more qualified to sit on the throne!

Nero kept her head down, her blond hair blocked her face, but Rosen next to her saw her blushing face.

He exaggerated too much, almost throwing all the credit for the entire war on his own head, and what the hell is that treasure?When did my own golden theater change!

"Don't you respond to the cheers of the people?" Rosen smiled. Of course, he 'edited' these, and by the way made [A Shooting Star] into Nero's fatal blow.

"I... don't know what to say." No matter how thick-skinned Nero was, he lacked confidence now.

"Whatever, but you'd better hurry up!" Rosen gritted his teeth, as if he was in great pain, and the light curtain was slowly shrinking, gathering strands of spiritual power.

Nero didn't notice the strange behavior of the man, he just took a deep breath to restore his confidence, raised his head suddenly, and raised his right fist high——

"Rome - long live!!"

"Long live Rome! Long live Your Majesty!!"

The people went mad, and at this moment they turned into fanatics, whoever dared to deal with the emperor had to step over their corpses.

With the people's hearts like this, the faces of the heroic spirits in the box also became solemn, but before they could think about it, a sudden change occurred!

The light curtain suddenly shrank at an extremely fast speed, and after gathering mental power, it turned into a white thunder with a diameter of several meters, and before everyone could react...

It hit Nero!

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The stage of the thunder of spiritual power was filled with thick smoke, and everyone present was stunned. How could they be His Majesty's comrades-in-arms a moment ago, and become assassins in the blink of an eye?

The brain is overloaded, and hundreds of thousands of people just open their mouths blankly, looking like statues from a distance.

Even Iskandar's expression became extremely exciting, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a 'clang' sound.

"Is this man crazy!?"

The majestic body of the King of Conquerors stood up. He guessed many possibilities, but he didn't expect Rosen to directly bombard the Roman emperor with his mental power.

It was definitely not a stunt added for the effect of the show. The emperor was struggling in the thunder, with blue particles flying all over his body, obviously about to die on the spot.

"Rom... civil strife in Rome?" Hector was also quite frightened, because the venue exploded like a volcano after a brief silence!

"kill him!!"

The roar was about to overturn the dome, and dense soldiers poured out from the passage, surrounding Rosen in a fan shape.

The muzzle of the gun was shining with a cold light, and it would open fire just waiting for an order, while the man on the stage stood quietly, but carefully observed the emperor struggling in the thunder.

A strange feeling appeared, and Iskandar glanced at the opposite van, and there was a pink-haired beauty holding the arm of a kid, obviously trying to prevent him from rushing down.

"Hahaha, interesting and interesting, the Romans are really good at arranging shows!" The Conqueror laughed loudly, sat down again, raised his wine glass, and quietly enjoyed the farce.

Being aimed at by thousands of rifles, Rosen put his hands in his pockets, and didn't even change his expression. Only Nero could be seen in those black eyes.

'The spirit foundation is changing, and it seems that the idea has been successful. '

Nodding slightly, Rosen was the closest and could see more details.