Your type of online game is too fake, right?

It's just a pity, after all, they have just witnessed the birth of a new star in the arena, and that blood-thumping fighting posture may be a memory that they, the audience, will never forget for a lifetime-but everything is over after all, When that man provoked the emperor, everything was over.

No matter what, that man is dead...

"Boom!!!"

Just when these spectators closed their eyes tightly, there was a violent impact sound resounding throughout the arena.

This made them subconsciously open their eyes, just because the sound of the impact was too loud, even as frightening as thunder—but what surprised them the most was the power brought by the thunder, It is also as terrifying as a real thunder.

Just because, in their line of sight, the formation of soldiers that were originally as strong as a city wall insisted not to make a huge gap!

"how is this possible!"

At this moment, the audience in the stands even stood up. Everything in front of them was too beyond their comprehension—however, everything in front of them would not freeze for them. The figure was already holding two short swords. The gap broke into the formation of soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, the stump and broken arm flew up.

Blood, blood everywhere, although the spectators who came to the arena to watch the fight came for the blood and excitement, but even the oldest old spectators had never seen it in the arena. Been so much blood.

The originally yellow sand has been completely soaked in blood at this moment, and the soldiers who were invincible just now have all fallen to the ground at this moment-it is not that they have resisted before, but that insignificant resistance is meaningless, even if they raise their swords If the shield wants to block, the two death blades can easily cut off their heads.

This is not a battle at all, but a massacre of a group of people by one person.

"Ha! Done!"

When the last soldier was decapitated by the double blades, the two broken bronze swords were finally thrown to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the man covered in blood raised his head.

"Where is the emperor? Didn't he just say he wanted to teach me how to do things?"

Wiping the blood off his face, the man sneered.

"Come on, come down by yourself, don't shrink behind the crowd, let me look down on you."

As soon as these words came out, the audience, who were already shivering from the bloody massacre just now, trembled even more.

Provoking His Majesty the Emperor face to face... This is a blasphemy against the whole of Rome!

How can such a thing...

"it is good."

Just when everyone thought that His Majesty the Emperor would be angry because of this, the petite figure in a fiery red dress suddenly stood up.

Immediately afterwards, with a leap, he fell into the arena.

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 138, Chapter 130, Fighting the Emperor ([-] words)

Dubin didn't want things to develop to this point.

In all fairness, he just wanted to dawdle at first, after all, Lao Luo had repeatedly begged him not to mess around, so it was fine if he was going to act—but that big guy named Brinos had to call, He fought back in desperation.And in the process of fighting back, he was also very restrained. He didn't kill Brinos directly, but let the opponent lose the game decently.

Who would have thought that the matter was not over yet, and the emperor who had seen the devil would want him to continue fighting.

What cat and dog also came to teach him how to do things, how could he have been so angry?

So this time he didn't hold back anymore, and directly and seriously killed the centurion that came to arrest him, but these can only be regarded as lackeys who carried out orders, and those who really gave orders were still huddled in the stands and did not move. .

"Come on, didn't you say you want to teach me how to do things?"

Dupin in the arena yelled at the stands.

"Come down by yourself, don't make me look down on you."

It was still provocative, but Dubin had already stepped on a broken spear secretly - as long as there was any response from the stands, the broken spear would fly straight out and kill the so-called emperor. Nailed to the stands.

It's just that when the so-called emperor stood up, Du Bin was still unable to kick out the broken spear under his feet.

Instead, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Two big mouths smacked his face, coupled with the blessing of ten times the pain, Dubin's face has never been so painful - but the pain is right, the pain means that he is not dreaming now, everything in front of him is real.

But...how could it be true?

"Crazy, I must be crazy..."

Looking at the petite figure that jumped into the arena, Dubin scratched his hair vigorously - he felt that there must be something wrong with his eyes, or something was broken in his brain.Otherwise, how could he see Arturia in such a place?

No, it's not Artoria, it should be Jeanne... Wait, it doesn't seem to be, should it be Okita Souji?No, no, no, it's not right, this temperament is obviously more like that of the King of Knights, but judging from the body shape, there is too much difference between the two sides...

"Old Luo! Don't pretend to be dead! Come and take a look for me!"

His mind began to be confused, and his brain trembled. At this moment, Dubin couldn't believe his own judgment, so he could only turn to Haohoumi for help.

"Look over there, who is that one in red?"

"O Roman Emperor, what's the matter?"

Lao Luo's face turned dark when he got up from the sand.

"In addition, how many times have I said before, don't mess around, don't mess around, the ultimate goal of our mission is to open up the arena and let the Roman emperor restore our freedom, but now you are directly confronting the Roman emperor, this simply……"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Du Bin shook his head again and again, at this moment he couldn't even believe Hao Houmi's judgment.

"Look clearly! That's a woman! How can a woman be a Roman emperor?"

"...Why can't a woman be an emperor?"

Just when Dubin wanted to ask something, the woman in red spoke up.

"The audience present! Citizens of Rome! Tell me loudly! Are women qualified to be emperors?"

"Have!!!"

At this moment, thunderous applause in the arena!

That is indeed too qualified, at least in the eyes of these people, in the hearts of these Roman citizens, no one is more suitable to be the emperor of the Roman Empire than the noble king in front of him-after all, this emperor is so wise And kind, so generous and generous.You must know that not any emperor will give rewards to citizens, but this noble emperor will not only often distribute some food, clothing and livestock, but sometimes even give gold, silver, jewelry and even real estate as gifts.

Of course, the emperor also made considerable achievements in the judiciary and economy, but those were far from comparable to these tangible gold and silver.The folk customs of Roman citizens have always been very simple. Since they often send things to them, he is the best emperor, bar none.

As for whether His Majesty the Emperor is a man or a woman...is this very important?

It doesn't matter!It doesn't matter at all!

They only know that whoever sends them money is the best emperor!

"Emperor! Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!"

"Nero! Nero! Nero! Nero!"

Amidst countless cheers, the red-clothed girl slightly closed her eyes, accepting the people's love for her.

It wasn't until the fiery cheers gradually subsided that she turned her head and looked at the bold maniac who dared to challenge her in the arena.

"Why, now do you think it is possible for a woman to be a Roman emperor?"

"Fake, all fake..."

Dubin slapped his head hard, he felt a little dizzy.

A woman can be a Roman emperor... Well, it’s not impossible, after all, a woman can be a knight king, so it seems that there is no problem with a woman being a Roman emperor—but is it really a Roman emperor that appears in front of him?Are you serious?

"Old Luo, just take another look."

Du Bin, who had been confused, had to turn to Haohoumi again.

"Look at that emperor's face, isn't she really Joan of Arc?"

"How is it possible! This is the Roman emperor!"

Lao Luo looked like Dubin with a little more doubt in his eyes.

"Why do you think of Joan of Arc? This is not the French mission line, and besides, there is a big gap between them, right? Why do you think of them together?"

"Gap? Where is the gap?"

Dupin was almost impatient.

"Look carefully! What's the difference... hey?"

When he looked at the girl in red again, Du Bin choked.

There is indeed some gap, or the gap is actually huge—whether it is Joan of Arc, Arturia, or Okita Souji, these three have always been conservative when choosing clothes, even if one of them For the most daring Joan of Arc, wearing a thin shirt is already the limit.

But the clothes of the girl in red in front of her...

Dupin didn't know how to describe it.

It might be a little too much to say that underwear is worn outside, but the scarlet robe really failed to exert the covering effect that the clothes should have - it is obviously a scarlet costume like a performance costume, but it is open on the chest. The opening reveals a large piece of snow-white powder that can't even bind the chest, and the hem of the translucent dress is almost nonexistent, despite the beautiful lines of the long white legs...

"hiss!"

With just a glance, Dubin quickly withdrew his gaze.

However, it was just this quick glance that made the girl in red laugh out loud.

"Yo, are you blushing?"

The girl in red looked at the bold lunatic in front of her with great interest.

"Didn't you want me to come down? I came down, and then? Why don't you even dare to look at it?"

"You...you go and get dressed first!"

The red-faced Dubin simply picked up two sets of armor from the ground and threw them over.

"Dressing like this in broad daylight...what does it look like!"

"You mean... let me put myself in a harness? Why?"

The girl in red stretched her body, wantonly showing off her beautiful curves.

"As a woman, am I not beautiful?"

"This……"

Dubin was speechless for a long time.

Instead, the audience in the stands answered for him first.