Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

This is an unquestionable, undeniable identity.

But even so, he has to change some things he doesn't like: "In the morality I pursue, you and I are equal, and you don't have to bow down to me or kowtow to me."

"Even the emperor of Rome is not worth bowing your head to."

"Humm?" Hearing someone calling him, Nero popped his head up, and immediately stood up, his whole body bounced up, and he came to Luo Wei's side with his chest full and swaying: "That's right, Yu doesn't need your kneeling , what I want more is your enthusiasm and freedom!"

"You're right?" Nero smiled at Luo Wei, she blinked her eyes, as if saying... compliment me?

She is both noble and enthusiastic, yet doesn't care about the girlish mood she reveals.

Luo Wei couldn't help laughing either.

"Equal morality... It's me, I don't understand it deeply enough, Your Majesty the Holy Son!"

Martha took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and no longer wanted to kneel down to salute.

As a result, the power that restrained his short stature also dissipated invisible.

The white saintess slowly stood up straight: "Then, please, fulfill your promise, Your Majesty the Holy Son!"

"Of course." Rowe smiled.

Being able to gain enlightenment from his 'babbling', Martha indeed possessed sufficient wisdom and spirituality.

She can comprehend Luo Wei's words, and can quickly change her attitude.

At this moment, although he was treated with respect and worship, he was no longer regarded as a high-ranking god as before, but added a layer of equality in addition to the respect and worship: "Everyone, Holy Son Mian Your Majesty does not need your kneeling and prostration, you only need to respect your Majesty as your elder brother!"

This is said in a concise and concise manner, which is too complicated and poor people do not understand, but it can be conveyed in such a way that most people can understand it.

The eldest brother is like a father, but he is still the same generation after all.

"we know."

"Your Majesty the Son..."

"Holy Son, brother?"

Some people have been able to get up quickly. After all, Luo Wei in front of him is just like them, and they do have a natural intimacy.

Luo Wei was not in a hurry either, he just glanced sideways and looked at Nero next to him: "Your Majesty Nero, what do you think?"

"I use my eyes to see." Nero snorted, feeling a little annoyed, but he couldn't help but said, "Since Qing has agreed, let's go to Britannia to see!"

He promised to escort them back, so naturally he had to keep his promise.

And if you don't set foot on that land and eradicate that evil dragon, it will be difficult for Britannia to settle down completely.

"Then, please, Your Majesty the Holy Son, Your Majesty Nero." Martha also spoke afterward.

"Hmm? You don't have to be polite, you and others are considered citizens of Rome, and they are the rest of the people—"

Nero's response was quite natural: "No matter what happened before, since Yu is here, of course he won't just sit idly by—"

"Speaking so much, it's not me who does the work?" Luo Wei tapped Nero's forehead.

Nero covered his head in an instant, but he didn't squat down to defend himself, his expression was still airy: "Qing is Yu's assistant officer, Yu is Qing, Qing is Yu, is there any difference between what Qing does and what Yu does?"

"Strong words make sense!"

"Yu Zhiyan is the emperor's truth!"

Martha looked at Nero, then at Luo Wei, always felt that this holy son was very different from what she had imagined.

But...Compared to the high gods, as expected, such a holy son is better.

So Martha also smiled.

She turned around and looked at the many poor Britannias behind her. Holding up the spear in her hand, she said loudly, "Everyone, let's follow the Holy Son and go home!"

"go home!"

"it is good!"

While the crowd was boiling, Nero and Luo Wei also stopped bickering, looked at each other and smiled.

"Yu Yu's soldiers, follow in Yu's footsteps and go to eradicate the threat for Rome!" The emperor of Rome also issued an order immediately.

The army moved again.

Across the sea, across borders.

An army of 6000 people, together with tens of thousands of poor Britannia, gathered together, like a surging torrent, across the area separated by the sea.

...

"They're coming—"

"Rome, here we come!"

In Britannia, the sky is shrouded in ooze all the year round, and the island is often confused by dense miasma. In the middle of this large island, there is a vast area like a swamp, entrenched like a mountain.

The gigantic dragon spread its pale wings, and the billowing scales, like a churning white vortex, produced overlapping streamers,

It was a great white dragon, slender and outspread like the edge of the land as Britannia looked down from above.

He spewed out a storm-like breath and surged with fiery heat.

The opened golden dragon pupils reflected the figure in front of him.

A red-eyed 'girl' with long white hair and a white robe, holding a tower-like magic wand in her hand, swayed in a clear and clear voice: "The remains of Albion, the dragon of the realm, have been transformed." Fairy Dragon, it looks like you're in trouble?"

"Boom!" However, before the girl could finish her words, she was covered and crushed by a paw.

Just the next moment, his figure reappeared above the landing dragon claw.

"Is it an illusion again? Meili, you bloody nightmare—"

"Correct me, I am a half-nightmare, half-human, half-fairy existence, not a nightmare, and I will not die." The girl's red lips raised, and her smile was bright and playful: "So I said, why are you so impatient?"

"To you, I think I can be as impatient as possible." The huge dragon let out a deep roar.

"But what's the use? You can't kill me, unless you can break into the tower at the end of the world." The girl looked fearless: "Otherwise, even if you are the incarnation of the island, you can't kill me."

"After all, you are just a 'dragon' transformed from Albion's remains, and not the real Albion dragon?"

Albion is an ancient dragon species that existed in the heyday of mythology. It is the creator of the island environment of 'Britannia'. Although the area it created was too small to become a star-creating god, it also has the appearance that rivals the planetary specifications. .

The dragon in front of him is very different from it.

"Are you trying to provoke me, Nightmare?"

"What do you think?" The girl blinked her eyes: "But it's useless for you to lose your temper with me now? The person who smashed one of your paws has already come this way—"

The girl turned around and disappeared.

Leaving petals flying all over the sky, the huge dragon exhaled, completely blowing away the disgusting breath, but the tyranny of the golden dragon pupils remained unabated.

"So what?"

"Although I am not Albion itself, as long as I stand on this land—"

"Even at the beginning, I'm not afraid!"

The incarnation of the island stands on the island.

What is there to be afraid of?

Yes, the bones of Albion are not afraid.

"But this place is not just your territory." Wandering in the sea of ​​flowers, the main body of the white-haired girl slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at the beam of light in the distance, she let out a deep laugh.

"The Tower at the End of the World, Rungomigniad, the Lord of the Holy Lance has arrived."

"In this world, is there any place that is not his home field?"

"Fufu!"

A small voice echoed from the girl's feet.

Chapter 11 The holy gun is liberated after a thousand years

The place where Meili's body is located is the inner world space propped up by the holy spear 'Lungomigniad' that Rowe dropped when he was in Northern Europe and penetrates the world.

So in fact, when Rovi arrived in Rome and the Holy Lance instinctively responded to its creator, the white-haired half-nightmare girl knew her identity.

However - it is not a good intention to remind the 'Dragon of Albion' on purpose.

Because she just 'mented'.

Without 'waking up'.

It was designed to remind the Albion Dragon of the strength of the comer, but did not tell its true identity.

She knew that with the arrogance of Albion's dragon, she would not retreat without knowing the identity of Luo Wei.

"The sages from the east dispelled the smog that had settled on Britannia."

"The opening of a great play—"

"Let me just wait and see!"

The raised bare hands are stirring the petals flowing in the air, and the girl standing among the sea of ​​flowers with flying white hair and swaying her chubby legs wrapped in black silk is quite happy.

Roar!

The roar of the dragon spread over the island of Britannia.

The 'dragon' transformed from the remains of the dragon of Albion raised a storm in the center of the island.

With the pride of a dragon.

To meet the upcoming 'opponent'.

"The dragon is angry again..."

"Master Boudica, leave quickly!"

"Go away, I won't leave!"

"But..."

"Follow my orders, Celtic warriors, it is useless for you to stay, and it is not the Celtic habit to sacrifice in vain!"