It all started a few months ago, when it was ······

As soon as he arrived at the lost world in the mural, Nishizawa realized that something was wrong. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Time seemed to get a little faster, and he soon realized that every moment he spent here would be consumed at a rate of almost ten times, and this discovery didn't make him nervous, strictly speaking, it was still a phantom array or something, but it involved a more obscure level. And even if he stays here for a hundred years, it's only a split second outside.

That's what he thinks, because he can't believe it's a world, a world, or a past, and it's not only bizarre, it's crazy. The deeper reason is that he has a deep resistance to mages, perhaps because he is not a mage, and all the mages who don't want to wake up are so powerful.

But then the discovery shattered that idea, and it wasn't that simple.

He now knows that this is neither an illusion, nor a fantasy world after being mentally affected, but a real world, because there is no illusion that is perfect, and there is no 'life' in the illusion, but this world is different, this is a living world, with the ability to operate itself, and the advanced illusion can naturally operate itself, but there is something beyond ' in this world. The existence of the 'boundary' proves that this is not an illusion, that the illusion is perfect, but also flawed, and that it may be able to continue, or even reinvent the dead creatures, but it will never have 'innovation', that is, something other than what the illusion creator has set up.

This is not fantasy, because fantasy can only imagine what exists in the mind, but many things prove that the world is real.

For example, he has never seen ancient Roman Trojan architecture, but along the way, he has encountered it, and he can only say that it is not imaginary.

Knowing the truth, he didn't feel very troublesome, doesn't it mean that dying here is really dead, and carrying here is just consuming life at a rate of more than ten times, what's the point? For people with the spirit of a gambler, hardship and risk often only stimulate their 'enthusiasm'.

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The yellow sand is rolling, the sun is blazing, the horse thieves are unpredictable, the conspiracy and killing between pedestrians, in the past three months, the boy has found himself in the killing and moving forward, in this other world that is not another world.

Daytime.

The sun exudes a force that is enough to scorch the earth, making this place, the desert, a purgatory-like place, and at the same time bringing life to more places. The huge round fireball was so large that it was fearful that she could embrace the world at any time, and the changing colors of the seasons added a layer of mystery to it.

Night.

Although the night is long, but the starry sky is charming, the starry sky on this continent is always so beautiful, shocking beauty, the moon is purple, there is also red, and the strangest, darker than this night, the largest, and the most peculiar, by the people of this continent called 'Dedon Nevis' black full moon. It is in the center of the other two months, and the full moon remains unchanged throughout the year.

Over the course of several months (days), he arrived in the province of Syria, east of Rome, a province of heat and blood all year round. This is the headquarters of the Mosa Legion, a pure Goliath legion, but they are currently requisitioned to the border of the province near Boyue, and the entire provincial capital area is extremely poorly defended, the boy judged it at the time, but it has nothing to do with him.

"Rome is a civilized country, not a nation-state", "a free and universal country", "Fight for the country, long live freedom and democracy" are full of propaganda slogans, and the teenager has the illusion that he has returned to the republic.

Looking at the magnificent giant city in front of him, he couldn't help but think about it all.

Freedom, democracy, and the freedom and democracy of the oligarchs are right, and the young man secretly laughed at it.

Whether it is Rome or the Republic, money is the most important thing, without money, you can't run for any office, you can't join the army without money (this article, now abolished, but he doesn't know it at the moment), think about why he fights, of course, it's for money, the next plan is to unite those business oligarchs to run for governorship, of course, this is a matter for the future.

Democracy and freedom have never been the same meaning, at least the republic only proclaims itself to be a free country, but the meaning of democracy has always been deliberately vague, Mardaniel has described it in private: the relationship between democracy and freedom is like the relationship between a wolf and a sheep, they vote on what to eat, freedom is a wolf, and democracy is this sheep.

But this set is obviously still very useful, you can deceive a lot of people, just look at Rome, how many aliens fought for her to the last moment, the fall of Rome was never because of its own limitations, it can only be said that there is no eternity, people will grow old and die, of course, countries built by people will also. How much life does a republic have? A universal empire, although democracy and freedom are illusory, but the government is indeed strongly constrained by the citizens (excluding women, who have no rights), and perhaps this is the source of their motivation to fight for their country, for whom the state is their interest, and of course more of course the interests of a few elites.

But no matter how you say it, you still have doubts. He clearly remembered some things that he vaguely guessed from the history lesson plan in his studies, in the Boyue 'rebellion' a few decades ago, the Republic immediately "decommissioned" the 400,000 Boyue Goliaths in the army and imprisoned them, and then quickly "protected" the millions of Boyue Goliaths scattered in the Central Republic. This is a democratic country, I have to say that she is really precautionary, such a big thing, done quickly and cleanly, no one can imagine before, if the citizens of the republic do something bad to the country that day, I don't know how this 'democratic' country will react. Some secretly fear that this control is much stronger than that of the most authoritarian empires.

Of course, the Bolunians proved their loyalty to the country with their actions, and the government legislators personally apologized, and also gave a lot of compensation, and the matter was relatively satisfactorily resolved, otherwise there would be no human heart, you must know that incident, but it made the Goliaths extremely distrustful of the government, today they can treat the Boyue people like this, then tomorrow how can the rights of others be guaranteed, everyone marched, besieged the official residence, smashed the police station, and the thinkers attacked, resulting in the resignation of the ruling at that time, and was assassinated, and the later ruling was also cautious, although he was a magician。 No matter how strong the magician is, he can't always guard against those space assassins. If they want to hire bodyguards, the parliamentarians absolutely disagree, 'We are elected officials, and the people support us and love us······ This sentence made him laugh, who still loves you, the people of the republic? I only want your life, it is true. But the protest of all the parliamentarians forced him to dispel his thoughts, he was afraid of being assassinated in his own country, which would indeed make the country lose face, and who is important to the country or him, obviously, his life in the face of the dignity of the country, or choose the latter.

Later, he was assassinated by a swordsman who claimed to be a thief of the killing country······ The swordsman also said that it was instructed by some chaebol bosses, and he didn't know the truth. But the assassination of the supreme commander-in-chief of the three armed forces, the supreme commander of the army, navy, and air force, apparently led to the loss of control of the army, and what happened later is widely known······

If it does not act, the country will suffer the greatest crisis of mistrust, but the army itself will suffer the greatest crisis. These were the words of the then general Filsey, who, as a man of considerable prestige in the army, temporarily took over the position of commander-in-chief of the three armed services, and he had considerable brains and courage to deal with anything, and the parliamentarians also trusted him, believing that he could save the country from a crisis. But his 'discouragement' apparently upset the parliamentarians, who asked if the three armies would have betrayed their fathers (who were fathers of the nation). What do you think? He just said one thing about it, famously: "Maybe, who knows?"

But the parliamentarians did not feel comfortable with the army, and instead adopted the advice of the oligarchs and used mercenary methods. But the consequence was that the initial estrangement between the army and parliament was that 'the state does not trust the army, so what is the army doing with the country?' has caused problems that have been going on to this day.

The plutocracy made a fortune through mercenaries, and the military department elevated its position, and it seems that only the parliament has been lost.

There are also people who say that this is a conspiracy carried out by the chaebols who control the economy of the republic and the military department, and he does not know whether it is credible or not, but since then the parliamentarians have held a grudge against those chaebols, and that 'those people are parasites of the country and a cancer in healthy people'. These are the exact words of the stubborn Nakinka.

Of course, these things were all guessed by him from the side, and he was obviously very evasive in the lesson plan. And he believes that if something similar happens, the republic will still react this way, regardless of what the parliamentarians say, believing them is the stupidest thing to do. Don't look at this as a 'democratic' country, if it is not very strong, how can it always exist, is it because the people on the mainland yearn for her democracy and freedom? This kind of thing, the parliamentarians themselves are probably not confident, or how can they maintain so many troops, there are no countries around that can compete with the republic, the role of this army is a little vague, what it is for, of course, is to 'protect' the citizens, to prevent them from being tempted by the devil and doing some bad things.

The republic is not maintained by what the parliamentarians proclaim, but precisely by the soldiers whom they have always guarded against, and they themselves obviously know this very well, otherwise the army would have been disbanded long ago, but would they dare?

Of course, isn't he one of these 'elites'? But he wants to overthrow them, including himself, certainly not for the sake of ······ But at least he encountered no fewer Assassins every day than the most unpopular elected officials, even in the later Oghuz steppes, where he was speechless when someone had come thousands of miles to kill him.

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The moon light was swallowed up by darkness at the same time, and the continent seemed to be plunged into eternal darkness, and this was the beginning of the legend of Andua, the king of the moonlight starry sky, and Amushon, the heretic king of the madmen.

Before he knew it, it was night, and under the stars, the whole city was filled with fluttering flashes, magical smoke, something that had been lost in his lifetime. After the Goliaths conquered Rome, the losses caused by the Golliats could not be counted, and the continental civilization was set back for more than a thousand years.

On the corpses everywhere, the republic with the banner of the eagle has stepped onto the stage of history, this is a time full of sin and darkness, the darkness of the peninsula gradually covers the whole continent, even the Goliath, he never thinks that it is a historical necessity and great feat, but just a carnival feast of demons.

"Light is only a short moment, darkness is eternal, rather than dissipate in the moment of blooming, it is better to exist forever!" The boy looked at the lunar eclipse scene and thought of the words in Navis's "Hymn to the Devil" in praise of the Ghost Knights. It was also the second time he had encountered such a scene, and he still felt very spectacular, inadvertently revealing his inner emotions, and at the same time feeling unable to feel the passage of time.

He walked on the marble-paved road, his leather boots with iron pieces made a sound that was enough to attract people's attention, and he still walked expressionlessly looking at the hateful eyes of the people around him. He was a Goliath, so naturally someone hated him, even if he didn't kill a single person, at least in this era. He wears armor that does not belong to this era, and wears a magic sword. So being watched, but it was the best weapon that could kill them, if he felt the need to kill.

It's a world dominated by cruelty and tyranny, and the killings are happening all the time. And the Goliath slave owners' habits, storming cities, slaughtering men of all races, ages and sexes, slaughtering all the men and selling women into slavery, people have become accustomed to the place of death, barbarism is still not a pleasure. And the Goliaths are just one of the thousands of threats, the orcs that are rare to see in later generations, in this world that rules the sea and the sky, are mermaids and dragons, occupy the mountains are dwarves, haunt the jungle are goblins, the underground often emerges to the ground is the dark elves, the ice field has a wave of monsters, it is really not as legendary and passionate as people imagine, maybe for Abiway and Goliath themselves, that is the era when he rose to become the first man on the continent, that is the era when the Goliaths rushed out of the peninsula, for them it is indeed a passionate time, but singing and crying, the age of heroes, the era of Abiway。 In the era of the former republic, but if you are really there, you will feel that this is just a world that has not changed much with the later generations, or the previous era, the previous era. Different times, still the same thing, all day long is just a scramble, of course, the strong have their own blood and poignant or sweet love, the weak, they even live to the next day is a luxury.

In any part of the Republic, there is a statue of him, behind the handsome commander is the magnificent starry sky and the main hall, the invincible commander looks up at the starry sky, surrounded by apostles in armor, each of them is a handsome and extraordinary general, and the crowd below is like that, obedient. It was painstakingly presented by the shameless painters of the Republic, and art can decorate anyone, even if that person is a demon. Behind Abivi is a world full of fire, behind him, rivers watered by countless blood, the moment when corpses are piled up for the first time and can rise above the peaks, and yet no one has drawn such a fact. Such a man, the prophet, such a man, the conquered people in the painting looked at him with a feverish expression, as if they were looking at the savior, and did not know how he himself would feel when he saw such a painting.

The boy suddenly laughed and watched the stars twinkle.

In fact, nothing has changed, except that in terms of faith, Andua has become the only god and the supreme supreme god of the continent from the supreme god of the Goliaths, the only supreme. Regardless of before, it was rumored in the mainland that he was actually a demon. History is always so fond of jokes, but the price is bearable. Now it was Europa's turn again, and they should be grateful to the carpenter, and Sullos was not Abhivi, and he should hate the carpenter, the crucified Hebrew god, who did not bless them, and did not grow stronger in the years of independence from the Republic, so that they were conquered again, and once again felt the powerlessness and pain of fate and man, but these had nothing to do with him, Cezeu.

"If there really is a god, these Goliaths should be exterminated, then the world may be much better, without those butchers who guide the continent, and without those patriarchs whose ambitions are higher than the sky, at least it will save many people some trouble. He suddenly thought, and then remembered who he was, and he could only remain silent in the bottom of his heart.

He thinks so, and it has something to do with what he sees on the road, the ever-present killing, killing, killing, and killing, the tiresome killing. The first time he began to question himself, the first time he began to dislike killing, but this feeling was fleeting, and the next moment it slipped out of his mind, and the concept he developed since childhood has deeply determined what kind of person he is, maybe because of some things, but it will not change. As for that era, he couldn't even think about it, in the later life, the lives of those people were just a number, but now they are all alive, it is too distressing, it is obviously a dead thing, and it still makes him, a living person, troubled by it. If he were that person, he naturally wouldn't have so many things to think about.

However, no matter what Nishizawa Wu thought of him, this person was not him, the one who was destined to shock the entire continent. However, if the world in this mural can affect the real world, he doesn't mind being a historical figure, but this is not his world, he does not belong here, and even this place is real. He is just a viewer, a journeyer, a treasure hunter.

Imagine what kind of youthful spirit Abivi must have had in front of the altar and said to all the Goliaths present, 'Do you dare, make a complete and complete bet with me', when he should have been no more than twenty years old, and the fate of almost the entire Goliath was in his hands.

Once, he also had blood, and now, the blood is still hot, but not because of real fanaticism, it is not only age that has passed, but also the heart and conscience of the brave.

"I gave up being an artist and joined the military just because of a sense of mission, and I felt that the people of Goliath needed me. He was standing on the podium.

"What else can I do but stir people up on stage like a madman? I'll tell you, there's a lot more I can do. "Stand in front of the Empress.

"A leader is nothing without the support of the people, just like a painter without inspiration and brushwork, and a pianist without the piano. We are like gears, apart from the machine, we are nothing, even in delicate gears. "Stand on the altar of the Grand Place de la Repubblica.

The past comes to mind one by one.

And like Abiwei, it has always been his childhood dream, and he has worked hard for it.

And if you want to be like Abiwei, you have to hold on to power, become a tyrant-like dictator, an out-and-out "public enemy of parliament".

If you want to become "the one who controls all the power of the republic", in addition to becoming the supreme Supreme Majesty, you can also become an archon through elections, and to become an archon, you must win the election of the hundred parties.

Goliath has a two-party coalition system, in which two opposing parties join forces to run elections, and in the event of victory, the leader of one of the parties with greater support becomes the consul, and the leader of the party becomes the tribune, and they are both accountable to the parliament.

As for the Congress, it is a less important institution, completely used for window dressing, and like the Advisory Council, it is a body with no real power.

In addition, Goliath's party has a characteristic tradition, which is numbering.

If a small party has only 10 members, it will be numbered 1 to 10.

If it is a hundred, the number is one to hundred.

Often the party leader is number one, or maybe not.

At that time, he had not yet joined al-Shabaab, but had set up his own party, but only 50 members.

Thinking of this, Nishizawa couldn't help but feel a little funny, remembering that he also used a trick at that time, obviously there were only fifty party members, but he made up a lot of numbers that didn't exist, and the first thousand people were all made up.

The purpose of doing this is to make people think that this is a big party, so that people will get used to thinking that it is a big party with a thousand people, and his own number is five hundred and fifty-five.

Of course, that was in the past, and now party campaigns can no longer be measured by numbers.

But it was too important at the time.

And this move was successful, thanks to Lewis, who had the blood of Seris, his brother. This guy is not only first-rate in eloquence, but also good at deception, I really don't understand how he did it, and found a lot of non-existent addresses and names, and those things are very necessary.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and he looked around and saw that tomorrow was empty······

In an instant, it was already sunshine, but time was only so ······ He sighed, but he couldn't, this is the price, if you want to get one thing, you may have to lose another, and the loss of time may be the lightest, maybe for another person, the loss may be your own life.

For him, the first thing is to make it clear that even if there is an understanding of the situation here, it is not necessarily that there is no information bias. And deviation is not allowed for a soldier like him, this may be a habit he has developed in his long military career, he always has to plan everything in detail, and then modify it according to reality, he is very adaptable.

This is an era of ignorance, an era of spiritual ignorance, an era of religion and politics, perhaps an age of opportunity, the old must always be broken, because its shackles always hinder the progress of history, and the breaker is always great, the protagonist of an era, and at the same time it will be a new shackle maker, and there will be new people to break it, it is for the new protagonist, history is always repeated, but history cannot be repeated, or the later people have experienced it personally, but things in the world are not absolute, at least in Nishizawa's view。

It is a world of murder and all kinds of lusts such as intrigue, greed, ***** betrayal, etc., it is a desolate and silent world. This is a place that is always forgotten but has to be remembered, a place stained red by the bodies of the dead, a place filled with yellow sand, Gu is called 'a bloodstained place covered in yellow sand', the Syrian wasteland, behind the endless desert lurks these countless dangers, but the people here have long been used to it, and when the killing comes, you can see a little girl grinning at the scene in front of her, while eating candy, if she really has. At least candy, which came from India and was modified by the Goliaths, was generally not eaten by the Romans, because the Holy See who lived in the Vatican in Rome said that it was an unclean thing, one of the ways by which the devil lured the world.

The young man is going to scoff again, he, the people of later generations, will not understand the extent to which people living in this era will be fanatical about religion, and even in later generations, which war will not be named in the name of religion, people always like fanatical agitation, and it is because of this that jihad will not fade.

The Romans loved to fight jihad, and so did the Goliaths. Syria is a place of perennial fighting, the blood has already stained the land red, and various forces have been born, the slave trade is the most prosperous among them, of course, including the sex industry and killer mercenaries and other wars. Politicians can't do without killing, the army is always accompanied by mercenaries and *** Mercenaries can reduce the losses of the governors' own army, and can deal with the emperor's orders to encircle and suppress the barbarians and the attacks of other governors, slaves are the needs of the entire empire, and the governors don't mind looking for good qualifications from the slaves, and they are strictly trained to become their own guards, and it is rumored that the governor has unearthed a slave with a mage talent from it, which has triggered a slave frenzy, of course, it may be the propaganda of some slave consortium forces, but most people always subconsciously ignore this possibility, people want to hear some legendary things, slave mages are not only full of legends for the lucky governor, but also for the slaves themselvesAll of them have a kind of legendary dream, they always fantasize that the person is themselves, all of them are also obsessed with the nonsense of the legends, this kind of person has it in any era, but these have nothing to do with Nishizawa Wuyi, but maybe it is not enough.

In a place surrounded by deserts, oases are always scarce, nature leads to disputes, disputes lead to hatred, hatred becomes the fuse, bombs detonate, and then like dry wood meets fire, burning violently, you can cause a conflict, but you don't know how to deal with the aftermath, a conflict can lead to a hundred years, even a thousand years of turmoil, the bloodstained land of Syria is such a place, but not all, the people here have no hatred for each other, only interests, you can find people who fight to die, it may be a regular war between the Romans and the Goliaths, or it may be a private friction between the army of the governor and the horse thieves, but no matter what, like a politician's compromise, the next moment they have earned enough pockets, either from the corpses of the dead, or from their companions, in short, when you see them sitting together and drinking in a hotel in a certain town in this provincial city, don't be surprised, they, as the lower classes, their blood is already cold, is hatred really important? Leave it to the real rulers, the upper classes, to think, now they no longer fight for their people, now they belong to themselves.

Of course, when it comes to the metaphor of the bomb, except for this young man, I'm afraid no one has ever seen a bomb, at least in this world, not including some non-humans and the human creators of those technological civilizations a few eras ago. Now explosives are still the patents of the mages, they have always been in the hands of patents, the Romans are actually the first country to become a patent application system, of course, some of the inventions often made by the group of Roman mages, and the ancient advanced civilization deciphered from the ancient ruins, the idea that the ancient is equal to the advanced is also from this time, deeply imprinted in the minds of the Romans, only in the minds of their rulers, but this is enough to destroy them.

The land is inhabited by countless scoundrels, hooligans and robbers, and slave caravans are stained with the blood of all races. The Bloodstained Lands are mostly barren land, but they are also land of opportunity. Many of the specialties of the vast Deccan Mayan Plateau from the orcs at the south-central tip of the western Apollo continent can be sold for sky-high prices in the human world. The alchemy and magic products of the human race, including iron products, are also treasures that the orcs compete for, among which the Goliaths signed a treaty with the orcs because of their excellent location in the field, transported raw materials from the orcs, and then made them into exquisite weapons, and then paid them as raw material rewards, and at the same time they also used them as the rest of the remuneration for building to themselves, the orcs are savage, of course they don't know what treaties, the Golliats are ignorant but good at learning and imitating, from the Romans and other civilized people, they have more or less grabbed some civilization, and they have been proud of the success of the treaty for a long time, and my great Goliath is also a civilized person, they shouted this kind of thing, and was ridiculed by many people.

The city was an oasis, a place of great trade, a place of wealth and population, where people from Europa and Northern Apollo hoped to make a fortune, but at the same time prepared for failure, nothing but death, which was nothing but the kingdom of heaven, if the infidels were killed. In this age of religious supremacy, no one can get rid of this notion, except for a few people who are ahead of their time, or who have done too much evil and do not believe in God at all.

The snowflakes fell, but they still didn't make the smell of blood go away, and they couldn't wash away the blood stains that had solidified on the walls.

Most of the Roman soldiers defending the city have been sent to the eastern border to confront the Boyuens, and the desert area on the southern front has been consciously ignored, perhaps it is the conspiracy of the governor, since the first rebellion in Rome, it is like an open magic box, the second and third ······ Even the Emperor of Magic, who is as powerful as the Magic Emperor, is silent, because he cannot stop it, he may be able to destroy all the enemies, but he cannot destroy the inherent inner dark side of the human race, including his own, and this dark side is enough to cause some people big trouble, and this trouble may be irreparable, such as life. The empire has churches, they have holy water, but it will not be used by those who die, since they can die, it means that they are not qualified to use it, this is the fate of the weak, and it is far more than life that will always be dominated by the strong.

Night fell on this land, which was both strange and familiar to the boy. The sky is a deep blue that is close to black, but today there is only one moon, which radiates a blood-like light, but it is almost completely overwhelmed by the brilliant twinkle of the stars. The number of stars visible to the naked eye in the sky was almost several times greater than usual, as dense as a noblewoman's pearl-covered skirt. At this time, secret words sounded, conspiracies converged, and people were in trouble, but they could not predict it.

People have a legend that there is only one moon in the celestial vault, and when the blood moon comes, something extraordinary is about to happen, what is it?

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When the stars covered the earth, the boy was in a shop, watching a magical scene.

"It doesn't look like an antique from some age, but it did come from the tomb of Sutankhamun in Egypt, where the brothers were buried by a curse, but it may have been their fate. The man in front of him said aphrodisiacly, but the young man seemed to see a hint of laughter and ridicule in his eyes, he felt angry in his heart, and funny, when did he become a person who was deceived, but he didn't have money anyway, this guy who looked more beautiful than a woman, it was useless to act.

I saw him ask quietly, "Since it's so magical, then I bother you to show it." After saying that, he looked at the man, and then said implicitly, "What can merchants not sell? They can sell anything, but do not betray their integrity and conscience." ”

"Okay, I'll sell myself to you, how. ”

The boy was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and didn't say anything.

He looked at the so-called 'magic lamp', let's call this kind of thing the magic lamp first, although no matter how you look at it, it looks like a third-rate stall, rough workmanship, although there are obvious magic fluctuations, but no matter how it seems to be a low-grade goods, it is really a profiteer more cunning than the Hebrews.

The man looked at the young man's expression, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a charming smile appeared. It seemed to know that the boy saw through himself, but he wasn't nervous, he just smiled, and the next moment he was surprised to be a teenager.

I saw that the magic lamp really appeared······

"I bought it. ”

It's a magical shop, and of course it seems to the teenager that it's more likely to be a black shop opened by a scammer.

The reason why I think this way is that the other party's things are too powerful, the gun that claims to be able to kill gods, the exercises that claim to be able to cultivate to the point of directly destroying a world, the bottle that claims to be able to hold the sun, and all kinds of specimens that claim to be made by true gods, it does seem to be true, but how is it possible. The boy didn't check those things, because he didn't believe it at all, he was really curious about the owner of this shop, he was not afraid of the Holy See, blasphemy, not afraid of being burned to death, how did the other party open such a shop in Rome, where the gods were worshipped, the things here are to deceive people, and they are too unskilled, and stupid people can see that these are fake. As for the fact that these might be true, he didn't think about it at all.

The owner is a man named Bai Ming, a strange name. He claims to be an Oriental, and he is also black-haired, but unlike the Romans and Goliaths, there is obviously a difference in race, but the boy has a feeling, and the other party may not even be a human, this feeling is very weird, but it is true, of course he won't say it, which will make him seem very rude, and when the time comes, it will be mistaken for racial discrimination, and it will not be good.

He gives the impression of a heroic beauty, with short black hair with Roman bangs, but at first glance it is a woman, although he is actually a man. If the other party does not claim to be a man, the teenager will be embarrassed, and he just wants to call the other party a lady. But then after knowing the truth, the young man was cold for a while, just now he actually had a strange feeling rising, he didn't know what was going on, but now he was just worried about himself, something went wrong, he would be interested in men, which was very dangerous, and it also made him not want to stay any longer.

At the same time, because he inadvertently exuded a terrifying intention, a beast-like aura that only the depths of the abyss, or the flames may not necessarily have, it also made the young man instinctively uncomfortable, in fact, he felt a familiar feeling, but he would not admit it, because he was afraid.

Just as the man showed a strange expression, he suddenly stopped, because he noticed that the departed boy was back, "Sorry, I forgot to ask······" The young man didn't finish his words, showing that he saw the other party's expression, and his face became a little gloomy in an instant.

With such a look, is it ······ He already thought that he had been deceived like a fool.

"Excuse me, what else do you need? Bai Ming's complexion instantly recovered, and his voice was still magnetic, but it looked very teasing, as if with mockery, which was the boy's personal feeling.

The boy looked at him straight until a few hours later (only a few minutes for him), seeing that the other party did not react, he admitted defeat, he knew the speed of his own time, out of helplessness, he admired the other party's ability even more, and stood for several hours, even if he was deceived, the other party fought so hard, it was worth it, he comforted himself. Because you can't fight, first, there is such a law in the city, and second, whether he can win the war, this is really hard to say. As for the complaint, what can he do without evidence, and if he finds a judge, what will he do himself, he is also a person with no identity, I am afraid that he may not be much better than this liar at that time.

sighed, took a deep look at each other, and left. A gold coin is really not worth it, he comforted himself.

It wasn't until the boy actually left that the man showed a strange smile, "My gift, I hope you like it, my ······" His or her voice didn't come out, but from the bottom of his heart. Then the whole street disappeared, and the man himself changed dramatically, became illusory, and soon disappeared. In fact, if the boy is indeed a local, he will also find a problem, there is no fourth street in this city. Because the lord of the city thinks that there are no more than three things.

The second day was just a quick time for the boy, but the ordinary people were still the same. In one night, he browsed all the shops in the whole city, not slowly, and of course found a lot of good things, but one was that he didn't have enough money, which was the main thing, and the other was that he didn't know if he could take these things out of the world, and this was an excuse to comfort himself.

So after a night of shopping, there was only one magic lamp in his hand. This is still the only Caesar gold coin he carried with him, looking at the fat man's surprised eyes, Nishizawa Wuyi felt great pain in his heart, this is Caesar gold coins, thousands of years of history, so he was defeated.

But this thing is also very expressive, otherwise he would not have taken out what he was carrying. He is very interested in this kind of thing with space inside, and the lamp god inside is not an important reason.

"However, that person was strange, and the look in my eyes was really strange. Nishizawa Wuyi thought about it carefully, but his eyes became cold, the kind of eyes of that person were like looking at a woman, but he was a man. The Romans were, really······ For a while, he didn't know what words to use, he felt more and more angry, if he was asked to go back, he must have slashed the other party, if it was someone else, he just felt a faint fear, but if it was himself, it was only anger, homosexuals were the most intolerable for him, and if it was related to him, it was even more unforgivable.

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The army of the two-headed Serpent Cusse surrounded the city, and what was even worse was that the nobles from Rome, the capital of the empire, would come to experience the life of the army and feel the bravery of the Romans regardless of the danger. If they go to another city, it doesn't matter if they are brave or not, it doesn't matter if the group of girls are dead and Lao Tzu, the city lord who despises women in the city will say so. Unfortunately, they had arrived in the city the day before.

In the past, when they came to a place, the army naturally protected it properly, and then gave them a chance to 'kill the enemy', that is, under the protection of the army, let them kill the enemy, in order to satisfy the bloodthirsty bad habit developed in the gladiatorial arena, that is, the desire to kill, although it is very dangerous, very troublesome, and very naïve and boring, but who can stop these crazy noble women from showing their martial arts, at least the soldiers can't.

When the time was up, the soldiers shouted and sent back like a plague god, and the officers and the lord of the city often breathed a sigh of relief and scolded the women who had caused trouble. You must know that once something happens to them, then the force of all the great nobles combined is definitely more terrible than the emperor's anger. But now the city lord and the officers defending the city have to face such a thorny problem, the city is secondary, if they suffer something terrible, it is simply a ten thousand times more serious than the city break, their families will be assassinated by the angry nobles, it will be, so in the face of the enemy, the morale of the army is not low, they all decided to fight to the death.

And the people in the city also knew that if the city was broken, they would have nothing to do to go down to the city, so they came to help defend the city, including the young man.

The commander was Stephendor's subordinate, Ulysses Lyucias, who was missing the dragon. This is an officer who has been tested by the civil war, once he goes into battle, he feels the strong smell of conspiracy, he brutally suppressed the unstable forces in the city, and then quickly organized the city defense, mobilized all the people who can be mobilized, temporary training, explanations, censorship, things such as martial law or restricting food and maintaining law and order, etc., all done very quickly and efficiently, in seven days, tens of thousands of 'soldiers' have been mobilized, some mercenaries have been organized separately, and the teenager is treated exceptionally as a 'active' person to ask for war.

"Goliath, will you really fight for us?" said the young man with a cruel smile, smiling at the young man, his blue eyes were full of military obedience, but he was ruffian and rebellious, his face was handsome, but he looked extremely ruthless, this was a falcon called Stephendor, or a vulture.

The boy looked at him a lot, and also thought about what he knew about this person during this time.

In general, this is a maverick commander, who treats his soldiers cruelly and inhumanely, but also has a true disposition, and will give them sincerity, be called brethren, eat with his brethren, and even sleep with them. Dare to stand up to your superiors and even the highest commanders for a soldier, you know, this is definitely not a simple matter, although it seems like nothing. But in Rome, where the military hierarchy was extremely high, this was by no means common.

A black soldier from the province of Egypt who had been insulted, who had directly killed people, led a team to attack the police station, shouted for the dignity of the great Roman soldiers, pointed to the head of the regional Ministry of Internal Affairs, and shouted the famous phrase, "You may disrespect his complexion, but please do not ignore his rank." After saying that, it was a shot, and the image proved that Rome was the world of the soldier empire, and it was by no means a lie.

Thinking of this, the young man grinned, "The Goliaths don't kill the Goliaths?I can't find any basis for an ancient law, I'm sorry, we don't have such a tradition." "The boy looked like a brute who had just come from the peninsula, handsome but vicissitudes.

He examined it again, and finally handed down the verdict, "Well, you can kill the enemy with you, and you will be paid as you deserve, remember, the Romans, they do not owe favors, and they do not have any respect for cowards, behave well." ”

Before leaving, he turned around, "I'm optimistic about you." ”

The boy whistled at him, which was considered recognition.

When the other party left, his expression recovered again, and he pulled out the knife at his waist, "It seems that we are going to fight again, I like this feeling." ”

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The whole afternoon was a tense competition, and in the fantasy enchantment made by the magicians, the boy shouted for magic again. The soldiers fought with the slaves (the slaves in the city's glaquilae had been liberated and became part of the garrison, and they fought each other), and the young men 'cut down' hundreds of enemies, and their own wounds, and their hair was glued together by the blood of the enemy or their own, according to the commanders, this was a warm-up. At least in the enchantment made by the magicians, death is just a game that can be played, but no one is not careful, you must know that it is also important to sharpen the knife in front of the station, this kind of training, at least so that the stragglers can unite a little, because there is still a team battle behind. As you can imagine, the teenager of course abused them and won outright. Of course not, he doesn't want to be so showy, it's not good to disturb the interest of the chiefs, because he is the chief himself, and he doesn't like those guys who like to show off the most, they are either genius veterans on the battlefield, or they are the ones who 'go to heaven and become gods and enter the palace' as soon as they get on the field.

But a small storm set off a small wave, and the Nishizawa boy drew his knife again, not this time to pull out a gun to kill.

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Before he started to officially kill the enemy, the boy ran into a trouble, how he felt a strong conspiracy, how to find him, God knows.

Two fool-like guys, with a swaggering look, yes, it's exactly what the legendary troublemakers are used to, they actually want to ask the boy for money, the plot doesn't surprise him, but the strength makes him speechless, they are all truth-level, and the mage is also the level of a magician, and there is a kind of truth that is not as good as the rhythm of a dog, which is really bad.

But this will kill him, and he will underestimate people too much, and no rank can represent real strength at any time, at least in some people. But the boy didn't plan to start a conflict, anyway, he had already obtained the first gold, and the mercenaries' gold coins had already been sent down by the Romans, and he was not short of money for the time being, but if he paid the money, he didn't want to cause anything big because of it, of course, if he changed places, the two would have been slashed by him a long time ago.

"Don't you know, poor ghosts, the siege is the same species as you singers, and you want to be rewarded, and the lord of the city will forgive you if you return all the things that were given to you. "These are the words of fools, but those who are present, soon he will be a Goliath, what does this mean, endure for the time being, politicians must have a ritual of prioritization, such a person is not even qualified as an enemy at all, he is just a fly.

But things are always developing in a bad direction, and often concessions cannot be exchanged for the opponent's compromise, but only follow up step by step.

"No, come with us, the lord suspects that you singers are in collusion with the rebels who are besieging the city. The duck messenger shouted.

"Damn eunuchs. The young man scolded from the bottom of his heart, a guy like him, who didn't know that the conspiracy had followed him, and if he went back with them and could come back, he probably became a victim of politics and a poor scapegoat. In a word, the money can be taken out, and as for going with them, then I'm sorry.

The boy smacked for a moment, then threw the gold coin out, "Now there will be no gold coins, congratulations, you made the most wrong choice." Nishizawa looked at them with a smile on his face.

Looking at the surprised expressions of the fools, the young man put his hand away, and his expression was still the same.

"Ha, really, I'm sorry, I don't want to pay taxes now, and I'm not interested in going to the city lord with you, while I haven't planned to kill anyone, your last chance, disappear, right away, from my eyes. The boy waved his hand, his voice was still so lazy, his smile was still the same, his hair with blood and dirt still looked messy, and his eyes still carried the vicissitudes of life and the interweaving of blood and fire in his eyes, which was cold and bone-deep, but these did not fade his handsome face in the slightest, but made him look cruel, but it would not be intimidating, otherwise it would not be so troublesome.

"What? You dare to rebel against the will of the city lord, it was appointed by the emperor, it was ······" The messenger was furious, and his adjutant also put his hand on his waist, ready to draw the dagger at any moment. The combination of a mage and an assassin is dangerous, and the boy obviously knows what it is that the one who strikes first has the initiative. They were going to do it, but the boy was obviously faster.

"······That's it?" The young man smiled, but his face instantly became extremely cold. Pulling out something in an instant, the messenger just felt a sense of crisis, and it was still too late to hide, until the end, that arrogant look remained on his face, and this was the last thing he left for people.

"Bang!" a startling sound erupted, and the messenger fell to the ground. "Ahh······h The next moment, he denied it again, and people looked at the black-haired Goliath in front of them with great curiosity to see what he had to say.

"This is the devil's weapon of evil. Although the ladies looked frightened, they were actually looking at the magic weapon in the hands of the black-haired boy with interest, and the boy didn't see the boy take it out from the fight just now, I didn't expect such a powerful and arrogant messenger to go to hell now to regret it, the girls thought collectively. Beautiful women only love handsome men, who makes the messenger not as good as the boy.

"Only then will it be useful, and this is the only way to deal with a fool that he can understand. The young man said very calmly, put the guy in his hand into his belt again, and stood there quietly, his eyes were cold, so that he seemed to be very mysterious, causing some young ladies to blush secretly, but soon recovered, and they all thought of the identity of this young man, and they were all frightened, it was a butcher who killed without blinking, a barbarian, and was uncivilized. They were noble, noble Romans, and if they were found to be with the Goliaths, they would be burned as witches, and Rome was now in the hands of the Emperor, but also in the hands of the Holy See. Although because of the young knight's aristocratic temperament and the inherent beauty of the Goliaths, these aristocratic ladies were tempted for a while, but in the next moment, they looked down on the teenagers because of their inexplicable superiority and fear.

The boy didn't look at them at first, and certainly didn't know what the Roman women were thinking.

This is the subordinate of the Roman soldier just now, he walked over, only to see that he was not distracted, and directly ignored others, a pair of blue eyes only looked at the young man, the young man looked at the other party without fear, looked straight at each other for a long time, and the other party sighed, "I am a subordinate of Captain Stephendo Gorandin Falcon, you can call me Lieutenant Josh." You don't need to explain anything about what happened just now, after all, you are one of the warriors who defend the city, and the Romans are the people who respect the warriors the most, and in this country, power and glory belong to our soldiers, so in this city, our commander is the master, and he doesn't pay attention to the words of these people at all. His eyes were like wolves, with the iron and fire of the barbarian era, this was a real Roman, he looked at the adjutant of the messenger of the city lord on the side, showing a look of disdain, and then split the envoy adjutant directly into two halves in the frightened eyes of everyone, his expression was still cold and serious, at this moment the bloody knife had been evaporated by its energy, he did not look at the corpse of the messenger, but said to himself, "Remember, Rome belongs to our soldiers, don't try to challenge our majesty, especially hands, it's not good." The sound of the knife in the sheath was only for a moment, but it came out slowly, but it left a deep impression on the hearts of the people around him, and the boy felt that he had the feeling of being in the republic again.

The boy just stood like this, he didn't want to explain anything, he killed people, he never showed mercy, he didn't have a psychological burden. Hearing this soldier who had left some impression on him, he exhaled and said, "I will pay for your losses." It's very easy to say, it seems that for this kind of thing, or a life in his eyes, it is only worth this. Obviously, his attitude is also very interesting to the other party, and it is always easy for like-minded people to talk about things.

The soldier had already turned his head back, and when he heard this, he paused slightly, then turned his head, smiled, and said only one sentence, "Chief Gao Landing is waiting for you." ”

After saying that, he left, "Funny guy." Nishizawa shrugged his shoulders and said this.

Nishizawa looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh, "In this era, truth is not valuable. Leaving these words that I don't know, the young man tightened the captured trench coat and slowly and mysteriously disappeared from everyone's eyes, and the young ladies felt lost, and then continued to start their own 'travel', but unlike the indifferent arrogance before coming, they were afraid, it turned out that death was so easy, and it turned out that soldiers were so terrible.

Truth is not valuable, Nishizawa Uyoshi's idea is not only the idea of most people before this era, but the idea of all those who have experienced this era, truth? In this era, truth is only in the hands of the Holy See, only in the hands of the emperor, she is unbearable in the face of great power, between force and justice, the era of justice subordination to force never ends. But this is not the case in later generations, the truth will always give way, otherwise he himself will not agree, he sighed even more, the truth level, nothing, a small soldier, can be the truth level, but this is interesting, imagine that you can see some historical figures, it is very interesting. In this era that makes him feel depressed, it's not all bad, at least when he kills, don't hesitate.

Killing the heretics is not murder, killing the barbarians is salvation, killing, killing more Goliaths, the door of the Lord is always open for the pious, follow the path of Saint Martin, the dangers ahead cannot stop me from the way, the way of martyrs, fight for the Lord.

Pope Bendi Gregory

He was looking forward to the next battle, which would be a battle for the future, but also for the past.

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