Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

On the edge of the island, such a conversation resounded.

On the verge of the miasma, someone stood on a raised plateau, looking out into the heart of Britannia.

Long red hair swaying in the wind, wearing a white cotton padded jacket wrapped around a graceful young body, white but looks quite fit, legs exposed by the red short skirt are bent and tense all the time.

The miasma in Britannia was surging like a storm in the girl's blue eyes.

There was seriousness on her face.

She turned around and ordered the soldiers following her to leave here quickly.

These are the aborigines of the 'Celtic' nation that lived on the island of Britannia and once ravaged countless areas of the European continent. They lived on this harsh island, and each of them is a brave and good fighter .

The girl named 'Boudica' is the 'princess' of a tribe on the island of Britannia, and she is a vigorous and powerful female warrior.

Although he is young, Boudica has already experienced countless battles before that.

She led the Celtics to fight against the dragon and never stopped—even if the dragon never cared about them.

As the incarnation of the island and the appearance of natural disasters, the Albion Dragon only needs a slight breath to set off a storm that makes humans panic.

The evil dragon entrenched in the British islands is so powerful, and it is precisely because of this that the former rulers of Britannia, in desperation, hoped to rely on the power of the powerful Roman Empire to eradicate the island. threaten,

However, what ushered in was even more powerful oppression.

So Boudica knew that if he wanted to protect his homeland and his people, he had to rely on his own strength.

And if you want to gain enough power, you need to keep enough fire.

She did not refuse Mirda's arrival, and it was Boudica who had been promoting Mirda's call for people to step out.

If not, how could it be possible for the Celts to accept an outsider's suggestion to leave Britannia and leave their homeland, even if Martha's display of power is extremely powerful?

Up to now, Boudica can only sincerely hope that Mirta can succeed.

Sincerely hope that the people of Britannia can get out of the woods.

Can only hope...not witness.

Because other people leave.

But Boudica could not, let alone intended to leave.

She is the princess of the tribe and the leader of the warriors.

She must stay, stay in her homeland, and use her own death to show the way home for those who leave.

"Go away, Celtic warriors!"

"We must keep enough fire for Britannia, please remember that we went out only to be able to come back one day."

"I'll be here to show you the way home!"

Boudica held up the sword in her hand, and she shouted: "Follow my orders!"

"Yes, Your Majesty Boudica!"

"I'm waiting to leave, just to return!"

"Britannia, Celts, will never give up their homeland!"

The tall warriors were silent for a moment, then slowly bowed their bodies to pay respects to the noble Highness.

Roar!Roar!Roar!

The storm was approaching, and the flow of miasma became more violent. The soldiers finally turned around without hesitation, and headed for the ships moored at the edge of the British island.

Leave tinder.

Leave... the hope of returning home.

Boudica is still standing on a high place, looking directly at the torrent in front of him. In the world shrouded in pale miasma, he can vaguely see the shadows of countless swaying vegetation. Although they are very faint, they are all familiar to Boudica. .

In the impression of the girl warrior, the environment of Britannia has not always been like this. Although it is surrounded by the sea, it used to be a stable and peaceful place.

When she was young, everything was actually quite peaceful.

I just don’t know when, the evil dragon revived from the ground and brought disasters. I don’t know when, people called the evil dragon “Albion”, saying that he is the incarnation of the British islands, and it is the earth’s response to the people living on the ground. dissatisfaction.

That's why it presses on humans step by step.

That's why they will take revenge on the human beings living on this land.

The evil dragon brought destruction, destroying and confining the environment originally suitable for human existence.

This is painful for the people living here, and most people suffer but are powerless, but in Boudica's view, since it is painful, it is necessary to change, and this is the reason she has been fighting.

She grew up here.

This is her hometown.

So she decided to save it - even with her own life.

"Dragon!"

"The will of the Celts is firm, and the sword of the Celts never backs down."

With a clang, facing the violent storm and the huge black shadow slowly rising from the overlapping miasma, that terrifying posture suspended like a mountain, but it just made people who had already embraced the will to die Boudica smiled.

The girl drew her sword.

She will die willingly.

In the name of 'Celtic', she will never back down!

Roar!

The reverberation of the dragon's roar became louder and louder, and the huge dragon's shadow emerged from the black mist, and its opened eyes were like two rounds of golden sun and moon shining brightly.

Boudica stood leaning on his sword.

The oppression of the dragon crushed the ground in an instant, and large pieces of cracks emerged, just like huge ruts crushed by.

Close, close.

Death is at hand.

The awe-inspiring will is also in front of him——

Boudica closed her eyes, but the voices of two women and one man echoed in her ears at the same time:

"Lord, protect the brave and fearless, the guardian of the homeland!"

"Huh? He is indeed a brave warrior, and Rome needs this kind of person!"

"You just say yes?"

Death did not come.

The bursting oppression also seemed to be blocked in front of him.

that first voice...

"Master Martha?"

"Huh? We meet again, Your Highness Boudica."

The saint in white robes held a cross-like spear in her hand, and she appeared in front of Boudica, her pretty face turned sideways with a smile under the cover of long purple hair: "I'm glad to see you safe and sound, and Glad we caught up."

"You are..." The young Celtic warrior opened his mouth.

In front of him, Martha was not alone.

The blond girl in the red dress fluttered like a rose flame and embraced her surprisingly full chest. She is petite and slender, but she has a powerful and noble aura that cannot be ignored no matter what: "Yu is the emperor of Rome, Nero Claudius, all peoples should bow down piously and praise Yu's perfection—"

With a bang, Nero was knocked on the forehead by the person next to him before he finished speaking: "The front foot still said that there is no need to kneel down, the emperor is as good as his word!"

The powerful aura of the blond girl instantly withered, she hugged her head, and made a murmuring sound. Only one of her bright blond hair was still raised high, showing her 'arrogance'.

The hand that hit the girl's head retracted, the man patted the robe on his body, and looked at Boudica.

A young and handsome slender boy.

But it's him...

Standing at the forefront of the crowd, closest to the direction where the Albion dragon attacked, blocked the raging disaster.

Boudica froze.

"Your Highness Boudica, this is the emperor of Rome, and this—is our 'Holy Son'."

'Son? 'Of course Boudica knew that Martha was walking around in order to convey the Gospel of the 'Lord', the 'Lord' she claimed, 'the spirit in the void, the Father in heaven, the Son on earth', etc. Dika is also clear.

But she only thought that it was just an ideal existence constructed by Martha herself. After all, in Rome, only special Roman gods could appear in this world.

After the end of the Age of Gods, the other gods left only one name to pass on to the world.

But now suddenly a 'Holy Son' really popped up?

And also blocked the attack of Albion's dragon?

"My name is Luo Wei." Looking at Boudica, Luo Wei said, "The first assistant officer of the Roman Emperor."

Is it the Holy Son and the assistant officer?

"According to Roman law, we have come to take over the territory of Britannia, and - to eradicate threats from this land!"

After the words fell, there were repeated footsteps behind Boudica.

Boudica looked sideways.

Countless tall figures in armor and armor stepped in uniform steps and raised their spears and javelins high. They walked on the surface of the sea like they were walking on flat ground. Even amidst the waves, their formation remained stable.

The legions of Rome come across the sea.

And after them, there were countless Britannian and Celtic civilians who were brought out by Mirta before.

'Lord Boudica...'

'We're back! '

'...'

Accompany all the way, all the way Pentium.

Now that they have decided to come, neither Luo Wei nor Nero will hesitate at all, let alone regret anything.

Lead the army.