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His eyes were filled with all kinds of colors, and the wind and sand hit his face, causing slight pain.

All this is telling the girl that she is still alive!

And even more exciting!

Fei turned her head in surprise, looking at the man in white robe sitting by the river, her lips trembled unconsciously.

"Big, my lord..."

Neos smiled, unprecedentedly gentle: "Are you awake now?"

The girl lowered her head, rubbed her eyes, sucked her nose twice, and said "yes" in a low voice.

"Just wake up, samurai."

Neos nodded, stood up, turned his back to the setting sun, his robe was billowing in the wind, his gaze was directed to the east, as if he was staring at the huge ancient empire from afar.

"Let's burn that city to ashes!"

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Nero: I am familiar with this [Finger Roma]

Chapter 39 Chapter 39

The city of London is broken.

In the stairwell of the tavern, there was the sound of fine footsteps.

The girl ran up and down the steps, her face flushed red by the flames outside.

The fire started burning outside the city, and it would take a while to reach the river.

Unexpectedly, there were no fleeing residents on the street outside.

Even though the fire illuminated the sky for half a day, even though heat waves and hot winds swept the city, the city was still almost eerily quiet, as if it was burning an empty city.

upstairs.

The girl pushed away from the room, moved very lightly, and looked towards the window at a glance.

"War in the south of the city, die in the north of Guo,

Wild death is not buried ~ black can be eaten.

Liang Zhushi, where is the south and where is the north?

What can you eat if you don't get the millet?

Willing to be a loyal minister? "

Under the firelight, the figure sang and chanted, with a deep tone, like turning over an ancient mottled scroll, which contained countless sorrows, hatred and blood tears.

The girl doesn't understand music, but simply feels that this song is inexplicably sighing.

The man sat cross-legged by the window, looking at the sky full of flames. With one hand, he tied up his waterfall-like long hair, and with the other hand, he pulled out the hairpin between his lips, and inserted it into the silver strands of his head.

Every move is upright and elegant.

Then he stood up, looked down at the white robes stacked on the table, and lowered his eyes for a long time.

After such a long time, although the white robe is still as new, it is no longer as clean as before.

There are ink-colored bamboo leaves in the wide sleeves, but they are almost transparent, and you can't tell if you don't look closely.But on the green bamboo, there is a brightly embroidered blood-colored goshawk, simple and old, lifelike.

The man sighed softly, slowly picked up the robe, and put it on his body. The blood eagle on the robe seemed to wake up, making people feel like the eagle roared across and spread its wings.

The girl was stunned for a long time before half-kneeling and said, "My lord, I have already made arrangements for the elderly, women and children."

The sound of boiling came from far outside the city, accompanied by the sound of gold and iron horses, as if a tide was rushing into the city.

The man let out a "hmm", picked up the strong wine at the table and drank it all in one gulp. After straightening the bun on his head with both hands, he flicked his long sleeves and went out.

"Let's go and see our lord."

......

On the burning city wall, the Roman eagle flag was cut down mercilessly.

The soaring shout broke in, and after entering the city, it spread again.

Under the firelight, the crowd roared sharply, holding torches and swords, rushing along the road crazily.

confusion!tyrannical!cruel!

A devastating looting is unfolding, like human-shaped locusts passing through, densely covering every building.

Boudica swung the reins vigorously, and steered the chariot through the central street.

She tensed her face, raised her chin high, her long fiery red hair complemented the flames, and scanned the samurai plunder left and right, like some kind of weird parade.

But when men frequently came to her chariot and reported unusual situations, Boudica realized something was wrong.

"Boudica, no one!"

"Women and old people are not in the house!"

"There is no food or money either!"

Boudica led six clans, forming nearly one hundred thousand people, abandoned his family and tribe, and left the land where he had lived for a long time. He lived by looting along the way, and indulged his tribe as a reward.

If nothing is found, not to mention other leaders, even the samurai under him will be dissatisfied.

Boudica remembered the scene in the last city, pondered for a moment, and shouted: "Don't worry, they must be hiding in the temple!"

Sure enough, a shout came from the temple!

It instantly shocked the nerves of those warriors who did not find any property.

Boudica's surroundings were also alarmed, and without a word, he ran towards the temple in the center of the city.

A few people were even tripped by their companions, gnawed a mouthful of mud, and got up like crazy without caring about it, and ran wildly with the crowd.

After all, you won't be able to grab anything after you go there.

But when he arrived, what he saw was not what he expected.

The Temple of Claudius is located in the center of the city, built around a wide square, baths, theaters and the Governor's Palace.

But unlike last time, there are no Roman veterans desperately resisting, and no old women begging behind the temple.

Some are just magnificent and mysterious temples made of white marble under the night sky.

And in the eyes of everyone, the two standing in front of the temple.

One big and one small, one tall and one short.

The short one, wearing a hood, holds a dagger in his left hand and a dagger in his right, so he can't see clearly.

All I could see were the corpses of several warriors lying in front of him, all of them were dead with one blow.

Among the surrounding warriors, Turner of the Essini tribe exclaimed softly.

It's her, the girl, she's not dead yet...

Not only Turner, Boudica and other tribal leaders also recognized another person.

Behind the girl, a man in a white robe is swaying, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the temple of the gods, with his back to a hundred thousand soldiers.

Boudica frowned, feeling puzzled.

To what extent do you have to be arrogant to make such a pretentious behavior.

But even though they killed all the soldiers of the Roman legion, the warriors just didn't dare to do it, as if the deterrent power of these two men was greater than that of thousands of people.

Boudica was silent for a few seconds, and finally got out of the car, put away his sword, and walked towards the two.

While walking, he said: "Lord Nios, I thought you had already left..."

"rub!"

With a flash of cold light, the short sword was suddenly inserted in front of Boudica's feet, impartially.

"Go one step further and die."

The girl who threw the dagger remained unmoved, and stood in front of Neos, not moving for a moment, her tone cold.

Thousands of people are in riots, and the war is ringing!

The warriors did not want to see the leader suffer this insult, and the siege began to tighten.

Are you going to stop me too?

Boudica frowned, and gritted his teeth. Although he was conflicted in his heart, he still waved his hand and temporarily stopped the warriors under him.

"My lord!" she cried.

The wind slightly moved Yan's head, sparks flew up.

Upon hearing this, Neos turned around, looked at the woman, looked at Mars, and couldn't help but think of the astrology a few months ago.

The demon star is all over the sky, and she is angry with Ziwei, and female disasters are bound to happen...

Presumably this woman who set off a bloodbath is this demon star.

I just don't know if this spark can start a prairie fire.

The two looked at each other from a distance, as if an invisible wind had settled down, the people around them all fell silent, and the flames of the flames were restrained by it.

"So, Boudica..."

Neos asked with a thorough and powerful voice that hit the bottom of his heart: "Do you really know who your opponent is?"

"Rome!" Boudica replied without hesitation, with the strength to tear his flesh apart.

Rome...that's just what you see in books and what passers-by hear, you can vaguely deduce that this is an empire comparable to a strong man.

Nios was silent for a while, and asked, "Do you know what price it will cost?"

"I don't care!" Boudica growled hoarsely.

Her roar shocked everyone, her unshakable will, almost crazy paranoia, even the most bloodthirsty warrior trembled.