In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Rosen smiled. He is worthy of being a king who can bend and stretch. Unfortunately, what he cares about is Hohenheim, an alchemist. If he guessed correctly, he has a lot of credit for Germany's black technology.

"Stop talking nonsense, Your Majesty Frederick, you can no longer represent Germany, because starting today—"

"Germany has no emperor!"

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Rosen would not feel sorry for Frederick I at all. In his opinion, there are too many kings in the world, and it would be good to reduce them appropriately. However, he felt sorry for a talent like Hohenheim.

One sentence turned the red beard into a red face, and Rosen looked at the alchemist, "What about you, choose between surrender or fall."

"I..." Hohenheim already realized that he was on the wrong team, but he couldn't bear it when he looked at the king next to him, "I hope to get a fair and open trial!"

"Rejected, there is no organization in the world that can judge the king." Rosen coldly refused. When he looked up, he saw that the battle fluctuations in the north of the island had already reached the sky, and the treasure fell into the sea and caused huge waves. on the beach.

"Let's start too. Legal principles and morals don't matter. Since you made a wrong choice, let's die on this island!"

"It's ridiculous, don't think you're sure to win!"

Frederick, who was left hanging by the side, couldn't bear it anymore, and with a roar, he pulled out the long sword at his waist, his beard trembling, and he looked extremely brave.

"Soldiers blessed by the Lord, wake up, show your bravery to the heathen, use your shield to resist the enemy's sword, and smash the head of the heretic with a war hammer! This name is—"

[Never-ending Legion]!

The milky white light immediately covered the mountain, and when Rosen came back to his senses, he found that he was in the inherent barrier again. The ground was full of scorched earth after the war, and there were burning towns in the distance, as if appearing in the center of the battlefield.

Frederick wore a crown and chain armor, and rode on a black steed holding his sword high. But behind him came the sound of 'booming' footsteps, and an army seemed to come out of a mirage and overwhelmingly pressed down.

The infantry in heavy armor is in the center, and there are heavy cavalry wearing cross robes on the two wings. There may be tens of thousands of densely packed infantry.

crusader?But not like it.

These soldiers exude a strong smell of blood and greed. Although they are veterans of many battles, they have no sacred color of religion at all. They are full of ambitions to open up the territory.

"I have made six expeditions to Italy, defeated the church and subjugated Byzantium. Even this body died on the road to the Eastern Expedition! Looting other countries, using the sword of Germany to obtain land for the country, this legion has survived until modern times!"

The long sword was slowly pointed forward, and all kinds of crossbows and spears were raised, and the aura of the army formation suddenly rose to a higher level.

Leadership on full swing!Frederick ran back and forth on the plain with his horse and whip, shouting fiercely:

"The Legion is the Holy Roman Empire - warriors! Crush them! Riches and power be yours!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Kill kill kill!"

The sound of killing was loud, the equipment was excellent, and the formation was more rigorous than the king's army. Under the sunlight and flames, tin cans pressed up neatly one by one. The archers stepped forward, followed by the heavy infantry, and the cavalry began to gallop.Frederick did not charge forward like Iskandar, but commanded from the rear on horseback.

'A Noble Phantasm realized by borrowing German militarism?I said this guy has slaughtered churches and should never have 'holy warriors'. '

Among the soldiers everywhere, Luo Sen's face was as usual. He had seen many big scenes, and he was still thinking about the origin of the treasure.

The concept that the "German army" is very elite has always been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even in modern times, people with beer bellies are also regarded as such. Fortunately, the man who came was a medieval barbarian.

"Nero, back off. This guy must have a special attack on Italy, just leave it to me."

The tyrant wanted to say that the special attack on the noodles had something to do with her Roman Empire, but he didn't refute it in the end, and took a step back slowly.

"Thinking that there are many people can scare others to death? I'll teach him what it means to defeat a thousand troops by one person." Rosen stepped forward, but Emperor Shi Huang stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Ying Zheng, do you want to try?"

"I want to tell these barbarians that they are still far behind Daqin in the Legion War!" Ying Zheng stepped forward with his sword hilt in his hand, the magic power on his body fluctuated more and more violently, and Luo Sen thought of something after a moment, and smiled Made a please gesture.

Defeating the barbarians in the most proud way, the only emperor in the world is Zhen, and the only empire is Daqin!

There is a heart that devours the world inside her petite body, and it would be considered unlucky for Frederick to meet her.

Just as the German Legion was approaching with the momentum of Mount Tai, there were ripples in the space, and there was also the sound of "booming" footsteps. Tens of thousands of "stone men" came out of the cemetery. The black flag with the Chinese characters was raised, and the stone shells fell off one after another, and in a blink of an eye there was a living Qin army.

"This is my bodyguard, the resurrected legion!"

The emperor proudly waved his sleeves, only to hear the sound of golden drums, and the soldiers in front drew their swords and struck their shields or armor.

"Wind, wind, wind, wind!"

The uniform voice is full of might, the armor is not as gorgeous as the army facing thousands of years later, but the bravery is definitely above them.The breath of the battlefield is always more heroic than a few people fighting alone, and Rosen is also a little moved:

This 'figure control' really hides a large army. If Mordred likes it here, that brat has always wanted to be a general again.

Nero's complexion also sank, she had to admit that this proud woman has two skills, um, a little bit worse than Yu.

In each thought, the two legions are approaching, the Qin crossbow after the myth is strung, and the medieval heavy infantry also raised their shields to cover the rear archers, and the armored knights laughed when they saw those chariots. This kind of ancient army One charge is enough to annihilate.

Ying Zheng saw everything in his eyes, turned his head and said:

"Qingzhi, let you command the army, don't let me down!"

"No, the last general will never give up!"

This white-robed young man who had never had any sense of presence stood up. He was more like a boy holding a sword at first, but he never thought that his whole demeanor would change after he got the military order.

The humble smile has turned into absolute confidence, as if there is no battle in the world that cannot be won, and no city that cannot be conquered.

He glanced at the battlefield, and the heavy cavalry made of tin cans had begun to run at a slow speed, as if they were going to smash the heavy chariot from the side, while the heavy infantry had pressed forward in a square formation, using better armor to shoot at the Qin army.

"The magic emperor has the upper hand, but after all, in the inherent barrier of others, it is hard to fight a legion battle, so let's annihilate them openly, just to test the growth of the White Horse Army." Yes, after a momentary smile, he waved his big hand——