Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

"Should we continue?" The girl who put down the book slowly stood up, slowly pushed Luo Wei onto the chair, and then straddled it.

time flies.

The sun came up the next day.

Luo Wei and Einzbern went out of the tent of the Chinese army side by side, and what he saw was the radiant Meluxin, who was still as handsome as Boudica, Bagster, Buvan Hee, and the soldiers who had already lined up in the formation. The legionnaires before the big tent.

The wind and sand are rolling, and the dust is rolling.

"You still have a chance now." Luo Wei stood in front of everyone facing the morning light of the rising sun. He looked around at the army in front of him. From the front of the tent of the central army, all the way to the sides, spreading outwards, the standing figures stood still. Rulin, the spear in his hand is more like rain falling from the sky.

Spears, swords, shields... countless refined equipment are intertwined.

Countless people, all at the same time, looked at Luo Wei.

They come together.

This is an order that Luo Wei has already issued.

The journey has reached the brink.

However, Luo Wei still wants to continue, but he does not expect everyone to follow.

"For those who want to go home, I have already agreed with His Majesty Nero to give funds and grant positions to officers who have achieved military merits. You can enter official schools to serve as instructors, or you can go to any Roman legion stationed anywhere to become An officer."

"Those who don't want to go home can stay now."

"Those who choose to go home, you will return to your hometown as heroes, and those who choose to continue to fight, you will welcome greater glory as heroes."

"make a choice."

"I—" Boudica, one of the commanders-in-chief of the legion standing in front of everyone, was the first to speak, wearing a long white dress and armor.

Born in Britannia, she joined the Roman legions by chance and was the one who most longed to go home.

But now: "I am willing to continue to follow, I will keep myself here, and give glory and glory to my homeland!"

She did not choose to go home.

But she believes that her homeland will be honored by her choice.

"I would like to stay here, and I would like to give the glory to my homeland!"

"I would like to keep this body and return to my hometown with honor!"

After her, countless soldiers bowed and spoke, and countless people raised their spears and slapped their shields with their swords.

"I haven't had enough fights yet... My Lord, you can't drive me away." Bagster grinned.

Bufan Xi lifted the hem of the skirt: "I still want to...continue to listen to your compliments."

Meluxin silently walked behind Luo Wei, and gently grabbed the hem of his clothes.

But not all are willing to follow.

People's minds change, which is even more complicated.

"—Those who want to go home, separate here, Rome is ready to welcome you!"

With a clang, Luo Wei pulled out his sword and pointed it towards the sky.

The Roman sword that had faded from the dust was shining in the air, and he said: "The ones left behind will be with me... move on!"

'Crossing the Ural Mountains, but that is not the end, and sweeping the snowy plains of North Asia, is not the limit either. '

'The Parthian Empire, located in West Asia and at the same time, once described the battle formations of Rome, saying that they were the army descended from the gods, the spears thrown by the gods into the world, and the whips left by God on the earth. '

'To this day, in the royal city, the former site of the Parthian Empire, there are still statues of Roman Marshal Rovi crossing the city wall. '

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'The 72 demon gods left by Solomon supported the foundation of modern magic, and at the beginning of the century AD, the twelve apostles left by Rowe further catalyzed the power of the foundation. '

'To this day, the technique of summoning the fairy apostle is still pursued by countless people as a mystery second only to magic. '

'Legends, every goblin warlock has the possibility of contacting the root and mastering magic. '

'At the beginning of the century, Luo Wei was also known as 'the king of goblins who do not belong to paradise'. '

'And some political commentators pointed out that the appearance of the fairy king who does not belong to the paradise, at the same time, also brought the early birth of the real fairy king. '

"Clock Tower Lecture Paper: The Origin of Fairy Warlocks"

— by Weber Velvet.

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The Sea of ​​Stars, the Paradise, and the complicated lands smeared with brilliance, where countless invisible fairies live.

"It is said that the eleven goblins who left the paradise before seemed to be having a good time..."

"That half-nightmare liar, didn't deceive us this time?"

"Going to the world... I really want to go too!"

"By the way, did you hear anything?"

The voice of the goblin in the conversation stopped abruptly, because at this moment, they all heard the faintly echoing voice at the same time.

That voice came from the deepest part of Paradise.

It's like...something has broken its shell and sprouted.

Click, click, click.

Mottled, then broken.

Something is born at this moment.

That's a leprechaun.

But it is higher than the existence of ordinary goblins.

It is different from the ordinary and illusory fairies. It is the highest-ranking fairy who bears the responsibility from Paradise.

Its name is "Morgan Le Fay".

Its main body is the terminal device of Paradise's self-correction.

An existence born to maintain Paradise.

Chapter 29 The King of the Moon Comes Here

Although the sea within the stars is the core of the earth, it is the embodiment of the origin of the existence of this terrestrial planet, just like the roots of a tree, and every differently developed earth is the main branch extending from it, but this does not It does not mean that the things in the sea within the stars are also the source.

In fact, the interstellar seas of every earth are common, but in the interstellar seas, the things close to each earth are different and specific.

Fairy Paradise, even though it exists in the Sea of ​​Stars, it is still a paradise belonging to 'this world'.

The essence of a goblin is a fantasy species formed by the condensation of life fantasy, and the same is true for Paradise.

People's fantasies and human dreams are the basis for building a paradise.

After all, spirits cannot go to the seat of God on the inner side of the "sea" like the gods who entered the sea of ​​stars, so they still need fantasy as a basis.

But if such illusions go awry, Paradise itself will be destabilized by it.

This is exactly what is happening in Paradise today.

The living Luo Wei somehow became the 'Fairy King'.

A part of people's fantasies passed on to him.

Therefore, in order to save itself, Paradise also began to instinctively derive the "Fairy of Paradise" that bears "duties" and is different from other fairies with the original essence of "nothingness" condensed by fantasy.

...Morgan Le Fay, or rather, Vivian.

Morgan Le Fay is the name of the identity prepared by Paradise to go to the present world.

Vivienne is the name of a fairy.

"What you have to do is to go to the present world and end the traces left by the king of fairies."

"What you have to do is to end the activities of the fairies in this world and to end the mystery."

"Regathering fantasy, from the outside, into Paradise."

Between the wilderness blowing and the boundless sunlight shining, a young and beautiful figure slowly opened its blue eyes.

...

"What monster is this?"

"It's not a fantasy species like monsters or fairies, nor is it a mysterious creature left over from ancient times..."

"Form, form!"

"Don't panic—"

"..."

The voice echoed in the wilderness, and the Roman soldiers holding spears, javelins, swords and shields worked hard to maintain their formation and pushed forward step by step.

But in the face of the torrent of enemies, many people showed inexplicable solemnity on their faces.

Soldiers from Rome, young warriors gathered from various barbarian tribes, they crossed all the way from the continent of Europa to this land of West Asia, sweeping across like long swords, they once killed gods, and once fought against the ancient warriors summoned by barbarian wizards. Eudemons subspecies.

They are victorious in every battle, so no matter what the situation, they can maintain a high fighting spirit.

But that doesn't include the immediate situation.

Sand dunes, deserts, places where the wilderness breathes, one after another bumpy and swaying figures emerge from the soil, one after another pale hands crawl out from below, grabbing the ground, naked corpses, broken flesh, glowing with a cold gleam bones...

The enemy they faced was not a strong enemy, but it seemed extremely strange.

That's 'people'.

It is the corpse of the dead, of the buried in this land, of the same kind as the warriors.

People who had been dead for a long time were drawn by inexplicable forces, emerged from the ground, and attacked them.

Overlapping, one after another, endless.

"Those who blaspheme the dead and play with death, your sin will be condemned to death!"

Boudica looked particularly angry.