In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

But now, Rosen can no longer see the Kuroshio, and those hideous monsters seem to be hallucinations, and they all disappear under the power of God.

He lit another cigarette to calm himself down, looked at the horrific sight in London, and shook his head with a wry smile:

"Damn, it seems like I've played with fire."

Half of the city was submerged, and the loss could not be estimated. Rosen could only hope that Arturia's king's mind would not cut himself with a sword.

It just so happened that the sound of footsteps came at this time, and it turned out that Di Lumuduo had gone and returned.

The Irish warrior looked bewildered. He felt the devastating magic as soon as he came out of the ground. Before he could figure out what was going on, the tsunami slapped over him.

"Rosen, you actually..." DiLumuduo was soaked all over, and his handsome hairstyle was disturbed, as if something incomprehensible had happened to him.

"Did you actually destroy all the monsters? I told you a long time ago that everything is in my plan." Rosen smoked indifferently, and the smell of the sea breeze blew his windbreaker. From the appearance, It seems that solving tens of thousands of monsters is just dessert before meals, there is really nothing to brag about.

It was this light and airy aura that made Rosen seem extremely mysterious now. Di Lumuduo didn't say a word, just looked at him deeply, as if he wanted to see through this man.

Why does it feel like it's pointless to come to Britain, just relying on this guy's hidden power can settle everything!

The soldier fell into a daze, his previous instruction was like a joke, and the bloody battle he thought was vanished while others were chatting and laughing.

Taking a deep breath, Di Lumuduo asked tremblingly, "Who the hell are you!?"

With just one glance, Rosen understood the confusion in the other's heart. The handsome guy didn't know the true face of the Alash Noble Phantasm, and thought that a certain existence could be fired in succession. It seemed that it was easy to destroy a country.

However, can these heroic spirits be able to change the question...

"Master Dilumu, now is not the time to investigate my identity." Rosen stomped on the cigarette butt and maintained his magic power at a median level.

Gunfire rang out again throughout London, as if to remind everyone that the war was not over.

"But I'm just curious." DiLumuduo's curiosity was actually not that heavy, but the man in front of him filled him with interest.

"No comment."

Rosen shrugged, a fierce life that needs no explanation.

Di Lumuduo's breath stagnated, and a little anger surged up, but his glory could not be attacked by the friendly army, so he could only ask sullenly: "What should I do now?"

The impact of the instant annihilation monster was too strong, causing him to lower his identity subconsciously, as if waiting for an order.

A sinister smile appeared on Rosen's face. The man with two brushes was finally convinced, and it also represented a good cannon fodder to start!

Rosen pointed in the direction of London Bridge. Only the piers were left of this poor tower bridge. The towers above had long since disappeared, and a giant capsized ship was stuck at the piers, which was washed over by the tsunami.

"Look, that's the commander-in-chief of the monster, Lord Dilumu, can I ask you to take off her head?"

The soldier looked in the direction of his fingers, and sure enough, he found the target. The guards who had just been mighty and mighty have been washed away, and there was a long-necked water monster beside him, but the water monster was covered with scars and looked like Already dying.

Killing the generals and capturing the flag is the favorite thing for warriors. Di Lumu nodded: "No problem, she will leave it to me!"

"Then I'll leave it to you." Rosen stretched his back, his bones crackling, "I have to get down to business too."

"To participate in that epic battle?" Dirumdo stopped, to be honest, if Rosen hadn't shown his destructive power, he would never have been willing to play a supporting role.

Monster commander?The real commander should be fighting King Arthur, right?

"Epic battle?" Rosen touched his chin, and the moment he jumped off the roof, faint words floated.

"It's true, I'm going to make Morgan shit!"

PS: Ah, get off work, update a chapter first!

Chapter 69 My Heroic Spirits Are Taking Care of My Family

Arash's Noble Phantasm has a huge range, not to mention the tsunami that will be set off later, even if it is a hundred kilometers away, the heroic spirit can clearly feel it.

The heroic spirits in the decisive battle in the suburbs were all strong, and when the devastating magic power erupted, everyone looked in the direction of London.

The sky was blown out, and the endless light and heat dyed the horizon red. The two sides in the battle were immediately separated, and they were surprised by this sudden burst of powerful Noble Phantasm.

The faces of King Arthur and Morgan's 'sisters' are equally ugly. The king is angry that his capital has been greatly damaged. I did not expect that this witch is so vicious that she will destroy London with a tsunami.

What will happen to Bedwell?How many casualties will his subjects suffer?For a while, the blonde girl frowned, wishing to hack these evil spirits to death immediately.

However, the object of her anger was at a loss. The distance was too far, and Morgan couldn't identify who was attacking, but was full of doubts.

It seems that there is no such item in the plan. It is enough to push the monster flat. Why is this woman Drake doing this?

Morgan's indifferent look made King Arthur angry, and his tone became extremely cold:

"Kill innocents indiscriminately, destroy cities, this is the throne you want? Without subjects, where can there be a king!"

"Hehe, subjects? Are you talking about those human beings?" Someone as smart as Morgan immediately seized the opportunity and started a spiritual offensive against King Arthur.

"They are full of desires, but they don't care about their own stupidity and weakness, Arturia, have you forgotten how these humans treated you before?"

"That's all your tricks!"

"No, I just brought out the evil in their hearts. Jack only killed a few people, and humans can question your authority. You don't need such subjects." Morgan chuckled, but the words could not be refuted.

Modern humans have long been less simple than their epics, more diverse and more 'wise'.

Even if everyone has the same interests, there is no benefit to overthrowing King Arthur, and many people are still enjoying it, as if doing things has become a part of life.But when the monsters come and the king returns, these people sing praises very honestly, even if they are as sinister as Morgan, they despise this kind of behavior.

King Arthur's right hand holding the holy sword trembled, and Mordred, who was beside him, wanted to come up and shoot, but was stopped by her waving.

"Arturia, is there anything else you want to say? Show me your quibble!" Morgan kept smiling, she knew this 'sister' too well, and when it comes to speaking skills, the two are simply worlds apart do not.