Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly is a Chinese allusion, from "Zhuangzi Qi Wu Theory".

To the effect that Zhuang Zhou dreamed one day that he turned into a butterfly, flying freely, feeling extremely comfortable, and completely forgot that he was Zhuang Zhou. Flying and flying, he suddenly woke up, and then realized that he was Zhuang Zhou.

But then, he had a new confusion - was he in a real or dreamy state? Is Zhuang Zhou dreaming that he will become a butterfly? Or is it a butterfly dreaming that she will become Zhuang Zhou?

Although Zhuge Kongming was born in a Legalist, he was also a Taoist, so it is not surprising that he would cite this allusion.

However, those who do not understand the ideas in it are likely to be bypassed, such as the group of followers who do not understand Chinese culture and are only forcibly endowed with knowledge by the Holy Grail.

Zhuang Zhou, Butterfly, Zhuang Zhou, Butterfly, Zhuang Zhou, Butterfly......

If you're not careful, your brain will be surrounded by a mess of paste.

Fortunately, there are people, no, it is horses who do not eat this set at all.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, join if you want to join, and disappear if you don't. The most annoying thing is that you villager, you talk around the bush, so you can't order it directly. ”

Chitu spoke irritably, interrupting the jumble of associations.

Not only Kong Ming but also Weber's mimic follower is still not angry: "Some things can be said directly, some things can't, what do you say, Perseus?" ”

"......" Perseus was silent, and seemed to be still trapped in the strange circle of "Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou".

Seeing this, Olga Marie knew that nothing could be done, and sighed regretfully.

"Since Mr. insists on refusing, I have no choice but to say I'm sorry."

"I don't have to apologize, because my spiritual base has also reached its limit, and even if I want to, I can't join."

The spirit son that escaped from his body proved that Kong Ming was not lying, he was really at the limit and it was time to disappear.

"Teacher......" Iskandar looked reluctant.

In contrast, Kong Ming seems very free-spirited:

"It's time to leave, I'm glad that this time the present world can meet you and become your teacher. The next time we meet, I hope you can become more mature. ”

"Will there be a next time?" Iskandar asked.

"There will be. It may be in the past, or it may be in the distant future, as long as you have hope, one day you will ......"

There were more and more scattered spirit sons, and Kong Ming's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally completely dissipated in the wind.

"Teacher, you must be like this, I sincerely look forward to that day."

Iskandar closed his eyes and reached for the scythe around his neck, allowing the tip to penetrate his core.

The defeated will have the end of the vanquished, and this is the end that Iskandar has chosen for himself.

At the last moment of disappearing, the young king looked at the emperor in the body of a girl and left a parting message.

"Emperor Nero, the United Imperial Capital is already very close to here. Next, you will face the most severe and brutal trials, and you must overcome them. ”

"Hmm, I don't need to say it."

Nero snorted, still holding a grudge against Iskandar's previous insults.

"Remember what you said before, and don't forget."

These were Iskandar's last words, and with his disappearance, the curtain came down on this grand showdown.

The outcome of the battle was undoubtedly a victory for Nero's side, with all the servants alive and not seriously injured, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a great victory.

However, behind this great victory, it was Nero's army that suffered more than half of the damage. Although this battle loss ratio is already very good considering the number of enemy troops, human life is not something to be measured by numbers.

Nero brought out her last troops, each of whom was a citizen of the imperial capital of Rome, and a Roman citizen she cherished.

She wished that when she triumphed, as many people as possible would be by her side, but now—

When the joy of victory passes, sorrow follows.

Silently collect the remains of comrades.

In order to prevent the decay of the corpses from causing the plague, they need to be cremated.

The living returned to their tents while waiting for the arrival of the only goddess who knew where the imperial capital was, while licking their wounds and preparing for the ensuing war.

The war has reached this point, and it is impossible to stop.

Either Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of Rome, was defeated and died, or for the sake of Rome and the people who died in battle, completely exterminated the rebels who called themselves "United Roman Empire".

Of course Nero understood this, and she was mentally prepared when she set out for the expedition, but-

"Why does my heart hurt so much?"

In the dead of night, Nero, who had been busy all day, did not practice and sat alone on the ground.

Holding his calves in his hands and burying his head between his knees, like a helpless child.

"Blessed by God, favored by the people, loved by the people, a unique emperor, a unique bright star...... Reign over the world and carry it all...... Obviously this is the case, obviously has decided that this is how to become the emperor, why do you feel uneasy? ”

"Your Majesty, the latest news." A familiar voice sounded outside the tent.

"It's Perseus, come in." Nero reached out and wiped some reddened circles from his eyes and stood up from the ground.

"Yes." Perseus entered.

"What's the news?"

"Goddess Steno is not far from here, and she can meet us tomorrow morning."

When the time comes, Yu will greet him personally. What does that goddess like, do you know? ”

"I like to play tricks on people."

"Hmm...... Doesn't sound like a good god, not fit for the faith of a people. ”

"It's okay, she doesn't care about that."

"Qing knows her well?" Nero wondered.

"I know that she is the eldest of the three Gorgon's sisters, and she died at my hands. So Your Majesty doesn't have to care too much, give her enough respect, and I'll take care of the rest. ”

"Mmmmm, then leave it to Qing."

"Yes." Perseus bowed.

"What are the other visitors doing?"

"Joan of Arc and Marda were praying for the dead by the fire, and Jing Ke was drinking with the soldiers."

"Spartacus is there, it's like he's putting on a show, you know he's not very good at his brain, and I don't know what he's thinking."

"Boudicca helped in the kitchen. This decisive battle was pressed by everyone, and the manpower over there was also a little insufficient. ”

"Ritsuka and Matthew are helping to heal and care for the wounded. I've just come back from there, and I've used all the magic tricks I can do, and it's up to the soldiers to recover. ”

"Lu Bu and Chitu are patrolling the night, with Chitu's sense of smell and ears plus my 'position', there is no need to arrange another night patrol. The weak cannot touch it, and those who are qualified to touch it cannot be found by those who watch the night. ”

"Your Majesty, if you see anything else that needs to be arranged, I'll go and arrange it."

"No, Qing did a good job, better than Yu thought."

Nero shook his head, but his face didn't shine as brightly as it had always been.

Perseus hesitated for a moment and asked, "Your Majesty has something on your mind?" ”

PS: Chinese New Year's Eve, tomorrow is a new year, and the adulterous young man is a year older. This year is really a bad year, falling in love and breaking up, work is not going well, code words hit the street, but no matter how difficult life is, you must continue to persevere, because living is a very tiring thing, I hope next year will be better, and I wish you all a happy new year and all the best.