Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Ok?"

Hearing Rope's whisper, Nero turned his head, and Bi Tong looked at the black-haired youth with surprise.

"I didn't expect Qing to have a profound knowledge of magic. Is this the wisdom of the gods that have survived from ancient times to the present?"

"From ancient times to the present... I'm not that old, I just know this part of the knowledge." Rope shook his head.

"Are you going to let me suffer the "torture", and then you will usurp the fruits of my suffering at the top and fight me again?Bad enough magic. "

The original plan was pierced, Nero didn't even blush, and nodded with a natural look.

"Yu really hates Christians, but I have to admit that the positional magic created by their beliefs is very suitable for the current situation."

She gently stroked the wall with her jade hand, and stepped on the stairs without stopping.

"In order to narrow the distance between humans and gods - the Tower of Babel. Don't say I'm despicable, it's hard for Yu's pitiful basic attributes to fight on the same level as the Lord of the War God. Besides, I'm now forcing me to open it." Shortcut", the effect of magic will decrease more than one step. "

But compared to the decline in effect, if the lower layer is to be removed by the gods, it will be completely useless.

As a Caster class, her strength and durability are mediocre "D" ranks, and only agility and magic power are "A".

Perhaps "Emperor's Privilege" can temporarily correct swordsmanship, magic, and acquire other skills that would otherwise be impossible, but it is obviously not enough to face a god, so she can only work hard on "position formation", relying on external environment to adapt and enhance herself.

This is Caster Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the almighty Queen of Miracles.

"Well, here we are."

At the end of the stairs, a gorgeous door with gold edging finally emerged.

The top floor of the Tower of Babel, where the kingdom of heaven is located.

And when Nero stepped on the last step, her body began to show red fluorescence, and Rope could perceive from the momentum alone that the girl seemed to be strengthened by something.

But Nero's expression was a little dejected.

"...Sure enough, if the "tribulation" is not completed, the "reward" will be very small. "

She murmured to herself, and then Nero regained his composure, staring at Rope with bright eyes.

"However! It is precisely because of this, and precisely because Yu Impure challenged the gods, that it can be called "art"! "

Before his death, Nero fought a lion with his bare hands in a gladiatorial arena, and he was greeted with cheers when he won.

Today, she will challenge Bahram, the ancient Persian war god.

The final duel between tyrants and gods.

Chapter [-]: The Sword of Salvation Where Starlight Gathers, The Golden Theater of Praise

The gate opened, and after walking through a dark path, the top floor of the fortress was officially revealed in Rope's sight.

A real arena.

The whole building is made of white unknown rocks. There are dense seats on the stand but no one is there. The floor area is even beyond the floor area of ​​the hotel. It should be a big ritual magic to expand the space.

Looking at the virtual blue sky and clouds, Rope said the words of admiration for the first time.

"It's an amazing skill. To be able to achieve this level is beyond the scope of magic, right?"

Among the magic knowledge he possesses, Roa's is the most abundant and comprehensive.

But even the grandfather of the dead disciple could not achieve such a phenomenon.It took years to build the "Sixty-Fourth Floor of the Hall of Honour" by Araya Soren, who is unparalleled in the field of spirit, while Nero only needed a few days to complete the Tower of Babel and turn the top floor into a This look.

Perhaps there is the blessing of "emperor's privilege", but the extraordinary talent of the Roman queen can also be seen from this.

"Where, it's just a false image. Besides, it's not all the credit, the performer and her servants have also helped a lot."

Humble words, but praised by the gods still made Nero straighten her plump chest, and the bold clothing design made the girl's snow-white more attractive.

But Rope was not attracted by the beauty.

Looking around, from the stand to the unique seat that was supposed to be the emperor's seat, nowhere did I see Barthémello Lorelia's figure.

"I followed your thoughts and stepped into the well-prepared final battlefield, but your Master still refuses to come out to see me?"

"Um, who knows the reason? Maybe the remaining players were frightened by Bahram's majesty and ran away." Nero said with a smile.

"Do not make jokes."

Rope shrugged and walked towards the center of the arena.

"Well, it's alright to make a sneak attack, or if you want to observe my strength in detail and come up with a countermeasure. It doesn't matter. Anyway, when the battle progresses and she has to show up, you can see your Master, the timid one. Miss Magic Dao Marshal."

The contempt in his words made Nero feel a little harsh, and the charming smile of the queen disappeared.

"Don't be too arrogant, Lord God? The number of villains who fell because they underestimated the enemy is beyond the number in history."

"So, they can only be defined as "villains", and I don't mean to underestimate the enemy, I'm just stating the facts. "

Rope closed his eyes, stretched his right hand forward, slightly bent his elbow, as if holding something.

The light of the stars gathered in the center of his palm.

Not dazzling, not dazzling, but tenaciously exuding their own shimmer, like tough steel that stands firm.

The Empress of Rome instantly felt the changes around her.

The magic power of the mayfly in the atmosphere seemed to be fearful, and they stepped back from Ropey, humbly surrendering to the "something" that was about to appear.