Samseong-dong, Seoul. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The deafening sound resounded through the sky, and even the residents in the community were separated and felt the movement of the earthquake.

The lights came on, and heads stuck out of the windows, looking at everything in this area curiously.

Those who are far away can see vaguely, but those who are close can see clearly.

Nero, who is dressed in a strange way in the middle of the ruins, and the unknown Lancer shocked everyone around them, and they couldn't understand what was going on, could it be that they were filming? But the cost is too high.

Lancer felt the gaze converging on it from all directions, and his lifeless eyes scanned around coldly, not like a living person, but at an object.

Whether it is far away or close, they all feel that this person's gaze seems to be close at hand, cold, ruthless, terrifying, and cold sweat involuntarily bursts out of the whole body. One by one, the heads quickly stretched back, and one by one the lights were extinguished, and soon the whole neighborhood fell into darkness again.

Cui Shun saw that his home was razed to the ground, with a wry smile on his face, but he didn't know what to do, so he shrank in a far corner, gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone from his arms and dialed it.

Nero held the sword in both hands, and circles of crimson flames swirled around its body, scorching and bursting. The man in front of her gave her an unprecedented feeling, saying that he was evil, but he had an uprightness, but he was upright, and the eyes of the residents around him were so cold-blooded, as if they were lifeless objects in his eyes.

Lancer straightened his long, breezed hair, and the ordinary-looking stakes in his hands reflected a cold glow in the moonlight.

Stake, pale, is it ......

Nero has never stopped thinking, only by knowing the real name of the other party can she deploy in a targeted manner, which is the truth she realized when she commanded the army. In Chinese parlance, it means knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, and not being defeated in a hundred battles.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration made her think of a possibility, a possibility that made her shudder.

If it's really him......

While Nero was still thinking, Lancer's figure had disappeared like a ghost, and by the time he reappeared above Nero's head, the stakes in his hands had changed from one to two.

The sound of the two wooden stakes slashing through the air with sharp swords was restrained and unpretentious, but the power contained in them made Nero feel palpitations.

When speed is used to the extreme, it generates unparalleled power.

The Primordial Flame came up with the Flame of Extinction, a sword and two wooden stakes colliding dozens of times in an instant, and in the process, Lancer's body remained floating in the air, like a bat.

Attacks from above are already easier to exert force, and Lancer is also slightly superior to Nero in terms of strength, so Nero quickly became a little overwhelmed, his legs slightly bent, and he knelt down little by little.

"Yu is the emperor, how can he kneel to you!"

Nero roared, and his voice resounded throughout the universe, and the flames of the primordial fire took a big turn in an instant.

The color has not changed, but the flame that was originally full of the meaning of destruction suddenly brought a breath of life, which was the flame of Prometheus.

Fire brings light, warmth, and the civilization that human beings need.

Lancer keenly felt the disgusting aura in the flames, frowned slightly, and his downward body rose into the air, turning his head back to the same place.

"I'm underestimating you, Emperor of Rome." Lancer said word for word in his bellows-like voice.

Prometheus's holy flame is not something that ordinary servants can have, and the breath of life is exactly what he hates the most.

"Each other, each other." Nero gasped and said, Lancer's strength was beyond her imagination, that amazing speed, absolute strength, as if there were no weaknesses, every part was so perfect, she didn't know how to start, until the fire of life appeared.

If it were, he wouldn't be afraid of flames, but those legends that were falsely spread on him weren't necessarily.

A smile tugged at the corners of Nero's mouth, and this time she chose to take the initiative.

The petite figure appeared in front of Lancer in the blink of an eye, the primordial fire in his hand stabbing at his chest at a very tricky angle.

Lancer frowned slightly, the wooden stakes in his hands danced rapidly, wanting to block the path of the primordial fire, but unfortunately Nero's martial arts were not outstanding, but they were not useless, although the sword was sealed, but in an instant, the surging and raging flames like a great river broke through the defense of the wooden stake and imprinted straight on Lancer's chest.

Lancer's brow furrowed even tighter the moment the flames came, but he only snorted, his hands exerting force, and the stakes rubbed against the primordial fire, floating backwards with the force of the shock.

As he swung his hands, a black power swirled around the flame and wanted to eliminate it, but the vitality of the fire of life was so strong, even if it left the nourishment of the primordial fire, it took a long time to confront the black power before it was destroyed.

Lancer's face was cold, his chest was charred, and there weren't many flames that could burn his flesh, but the fire of life did, which made him hate his misunderstood legends even more.

The pain continued to eat away at his body and spirit, but he didn't frown, his face was pale and bloodless, only he knew how much damage this blow had caused him.

Even if the other party has been injured, Nero still doesn't dare to take it lightly, so far the other party has only taken out two wooden stakes, and the real treasure has not yet appeared to make her so embarrassed, it must be said that the strength is strong.

A tremor came from the soles of her feet, and Nero looked at the ground in shock, but nothing unusual happened. The tremor was not as devastating as an earthquake, but as gentle as a foot massage, but it made Nero's whole heart hang.

The tremor lasted less than ten seconds before it disappeared, and Nero glanced at the tall Lancer, and just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a creepy phrase from the other person's mouth.

"The land under my feet is my territory."

"I am a ghost general who protects the country."

"Death Penalty King!"

The vanishing tremor felt again, but this time it was much more powerful.

A sense of crisis came to Nero's heart, it was a sense of crisis that could kill her!

She didn't think much about it, and hurriedly raised her foot to get out of the way, and a stake several times larger than the one in Lancer's hand grazed Nero's body and emerged from the ground.

Nero didn't have time to be surprised, because the sense of crisis had not gone away.

She ran back and forth on the ruins like a nimble tanuki, but the stakes chased after her like a cat chasing mice, and gradually the range of her dodging became smaller and smaller, and it was only a matter of time before she was pierced by the stakes.

From the fluctuation of mana, it felt like a single stake was not a great threat to her, but she had a gut feeling that being pierced by one would cause a lot of trouble, so she was always dodging. It's not that she doesn't have the idea of destroying these stakes, it's just that it's too late in time, destroy one, and the other will inevitably fall on her, and the gains outweigh the losses.

But what if not just one, but one?

Nero, who was cornered, looked up at Lancer, bathed in the moonlight not far away, gritted his teeth, and stopped abruptly.

Lancer frowned, then sneered again, and stabbed the stake at the motionless Nero.

Nero frowned slightly at the pain of the stake's piercing skin, but it wasn't as unacceptable as she had imagined, but the other pain that followed made her almost scream.

As if his heart had been pierced by a sharp weapon, the heart-rending pain, the stubborn Nero clenched his teeth and fought against the unbearable pain with great perseverance.

"Witness Yu Zhicai! Listen to the thunderous cheers! Then praise it! Towards the Golden Theater! ”

"The magnificent imperial government of the virgin Acura!"

On a dark moonlit night, roses bloom one after another.

The big ones are small, and the ones are red like blood, like the sun.

Finally, they come together to form a giant rose that radiates brilliance.

That is, the radiant tip of the sword. (To be continued.) )