Rain, summer nights, hail.

In the sky of July, a bunch of brocade blue silk is flying, and the hand of the weaver girl is highlighted with silver needles, which is embroidery, embroidered silver, embroidered. This transoceanic silk weave is only a trace of weight on Emperor Hadrian's body, a strand of hair. Maybe it's called the sky, maybe it's called the starry sky, maybe it's called mortals. But after all, it is the supreme of the world, the dust of the mortal world.

They, of course, are mortal.

"Ah!!h Eye to eye, nose to nose,. The raindrops smashed down the purple poncho, splashing into pieces, and a drop of blood mixed with tears could also fall more than a mile from a foot in the air. Simon roared and pressed the purple poncho in the midst of the roar between people. One is angry, the other is still angry. The purple poncho is like a sugar cane that has been shaved off in stages, and the sections are short.

Remnants of azure swept over Simon's pupils. Blood spilled out of the corners of his lips and suddenly became blood on ice, perhaps Adolfina's feast. He roared, roared, clutched a skull in his hand, and threw it out. Turning back and roaring.

A photo. The purple ponchos were killed and injured three instantly. The Hydras, wounded by the M14, struggled to their feet, puddles of blood of different colors pooling into the water. They looked at Simon incredulously. "There's no reason for that! This person's ability is to enhance the five senses! Why does he also have both Assault and Firearms Specializations? ”

"This man is already pureblood!" Someone reacted immediately, and great fear drove him to roll and climb the stairs to escape. This death staircase, soaked in the blood of hundreds of people, doesn't mind an extra Hydra. "This is the Three Powers!"

The hour hand is overloaded and the tide recedes, and the seashells of the starfish are rolling ashore, without the moisture of the sea, and soon melt into the beach under the scorching sun, yes, melt for. The corpse in his hand was thrown off like a rag bag. Simon's mouth was wide open, still growling, unoblivious to the hoarse and sour vocal cords that vibrated repeatedly. Naturally, I can't take care of the little blue color of the bell tower in the distance.

"Three-powered!" The purple ponchos were called out over the radio. The top of a half-glazed bell tower collapsed, and a hand wrapped in sackcloth immediately opened the dust cover of the sniper scope, and colored ripples flashed on the curved surface of this set of dozens of objective lenses. In the field of vision of the snipers of the detachment, the young man's long figure immediately locked in the field of vision of the sniper scope. The sniper rifle, which was also wrapped in tactical strips, even smeared the characteristic Lake Erie mud in the gaps. The Sniper knew that the Isolation Cloth, soaked in the blood of the Lake Demon, could disrupt all the radio signals that came at him. Even psionic seekers have a lot of trouble trying to determine their location with the help of human bioelectricity. By that time, the sniper-skilled gunner had long since gone to the empty building.

"Lynch! Calm down! I'm rooting for you! "The sniper has reduced his multiplier so that he can always catch the target, the guy is incredibly slow, and his strength is unbelievably strong!

The purple ponchos were fleeing in embarrassment, and Hydra's veins were naturally flowing with a sense of authoritarian obedience, and they really knew that once the superior burst out of blood coercion, they wouldn't even have a chance to move! Thorough chopping board fish! And they're all about being a full member! They can't domesticate the soul of Hydra, they can't subdue the wild bloodline, and they don't even have the right to raise their heads to face the nine!

"Support a fart! I'm retreating! Intelligence simply doesn't say that Simon Hayes has developed three abilities! Lynch hid around the corner, gasping for breath, and he ran away without even daring to grab his gun. The figure that walked slowly in the rain curtain was now more terrifying than the Demon Eagle!

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Simon ...... Simon...... Look here...... "Byzantine purple vines burn through the steppe on a full moon night, and the riders of the immortal sky indulge in joyful rides. One moment they wore brown and felt hats, and the other they wore white hats. The only constant is the purple, flaming double-headed eagle. The whip exploded in the air. White top on a red wall

Under the Hermitage, Simon spotted a train of steam locomotives rumbling past the central railway station. The marshal of the Golden Spurs waved his staff and pointed it to the sky.

It was warhawks.

The clumping iron cross is imprinted on the scepter. Columns of half-track armored vehicles drove into the central railway station and began to unload panzergrenadiers. Black and red waves smashed into each other in front of the summer palace. They roared and shouted in the same way, and their blood flooded the fjord, and swept up a fjord wind that blew towards Kronstadt, and towards the other side.

And he, harnessing that gust of wind.

Simon snapped his eyes open. In Constantinople, the purple scepters of the emperors collided with the azure warships sailing across the shores of the Black Sea. The scepter fell into the Black Sea, and it was that little purple that was imprinted in the depths of the pupils. Irresistible fatigue was cut in an instant in the thin red line of Crimea. Simon bent down to pick up a bullet from the sole of his boot.

Brass-forged bullet casings hold the gunpowder that is the authority of the Old and New Worlds.

……

"Lord Duforun's order is to capture the Purple Blood alive! Or let him not enter the Great Hall to interfere with the Council of the Nine Songs, and you will not be able to delay him until dawn! "The sniper let the crosshairs lock on the purple-blooded man's eyebrows, always holding on to them. The sniper repeatedly questioned the Purple Ponchos who had lost the battle.

Lynch shook his head firmly, and the gunfire rang out again, and the madman picked up their lost M5 rifle and fired three rounds in silence. His heart tightened, palpitations almost grabbing him. He was familiar with the feeling, and the first time he had the privilege of meeting His Royal Highness the Regent, the first one, the mind reader, Melissa Latem, was the same palpitation. Even if the regent stood unarmed in front of a cannon, no one dared to pull the trigger.

"I don't care if you shoot or not, I'd rather go back and be punished, and I won't deal with a three-ability person! Moreover! The shapeshifter is the one with four abilities! I don't want to be eaten alive by her! ”

The Sniper threw down the walkie-talkie, took a sip, and scolded, "You're not qualified to make the shapeshifter move!" Mudbloods! The cold-forged barrel sticks out of the rain curtain, splashing cold water and coating this precious M110A4 with a layer of clear brilliance.

What did he see?

Creeps

"Ping!" Simon lowered his rifle in silence, and Byzantine purple spread more and more from the center of the pupil to the pupil, and it was not long before a bullet shuttled through the tower, pierced the sniper's eye from the sniper scope, and then shot the time of the chiming clock.

"When~When~When!" When the bell rings, all human emotions are dispersed in those purple eyes, yes, just like Charlie Matt, Charles XII, they are all conquerors, listen, in the rain, in the richest emotions and passions of mankind!

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Military boots stepped through the rain curtain like an iron curtain. The blood of Hydra, which had been dormant in the marrow, finally felt the call of its master, and obeyed its will, frantically rewriting the genetic spectrum of this fragile body. Behind Simon, rushing water flows from the Death Staircase, the Pyramid of Sotigo.

"Call for reinforcements! We can't stop him! Notice to Lord Duforun! It's a three-......" The surging burst of blood coercion instantly pinned Lynch to the ground. He barely rolled his eyes, staring at the walkie-talkie in his hand. "Zizizi...... Commando? Commando! Please reply when you hear it! Is Seth Zero here? Reply! ”

The water overflowed Lynch's nostrils, and the spring night rained downwards, and it lasted forever. All the Hydras present were prostrate under the Byzantine purple until they drowned in the streets of a few inches of water.

A thunderbolt slashed through the summer night sky, sprouting countless forked purple lights, and Simon, with purple eyes, walked step by step through the clearing in front of the death staircase, and there was still a purple poncho trembling in front of him, and the Hydra member couldn't stop tapping his teeth up and down, such a penetrating threat he had only experienced when the nine were furious. Hammering the drums like that, he remembered, dozens of people in that rebellion had their hearts shattered because they couldn't bear the regent's wrath. How can there be such power among ordinary Hydra!

He was completely restrained in place, watching in despair as the Purple Blood Man slowly approached.

……

In 1453, Constantinople was about to be broken.

"I should live and die with the Empire! Soldiers! I'm here! Fight the enemy together! "Constantine XI stood on the ground with the pulse of the thousand-year-old capital at his feet, and he watched the double-headed eagle fall in mourning and a crescent moon rising up the church of Hagia Sophia. He did not look back, but the emperor knew that behind him were the most loyal soldiers of the empire. There were the Varangian Guards, there were Greek hoplites, there were Black Sea Trabzon spear-throwers, and even Christian apologists from Western Europe. They are united, side by side with the emperor, in front of the holy palace, behind them is the empire, in front of the emperor!

"If I deserve to die! Please behead me! Damned! and the Christians shall be killed by the sword! Tell Heavenly Father that the people of the earth are doing their best! "Constantine XI took off the crown, and the laurel crown inherited from the first emperor of the empire, Vlacadius, was shattered under his boots, and the emperor drew his sword! Screaming rushed into the torrent.

It's like a mantis arm as a car.

……

The last purple poncho struggled in vain, and in those purple eyes, the surging storm gradually stripped him of his vitality.

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31 B.C., September 2, Cape Acxing.

"Imperato, the legions are ready, the ships are ready, the soldiers, are watching you." Octavian nodded to his faithful general, and he took the Corinthian helmet that the centurion respectfully stretched out and put it on, and the bright red tassels of Rome flew in the sea, in the sky, and on the land.

Octavian looked at the sea where everyone had an eagle emblem and everyone called out, and this world was already all the territory of Rome. On the other side of the northwest wind, the Anthony rebels struggled to hold on. He remembered his adoptive father's teachings. "Octavian, you are a good soldier."

"I'm a politician, not a soldier."

"There are enough politicians in Rome, she lacks soldiers."

In Naples-sur-Mer, the mother sent away her young son. "Why did Caesar love you?"

"Because I'm loyal."

"No, he sees your potential to inherit his legacy."

Octavian raised his right arm in vain, and suddenly the mountain roared with a tsunami. “Heil! Heil! Heil!” Under his command, the Romans, Greeks, Gauls, Spaniards, and Germans all submitted to the Red Tassel.

"To live, my son, Rome, needs an emperor."

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The last Hydra fell to the ground, the rain was like a cry, the last illusion passed in the purple pupils, and although there was no easy road ahead, he would definitely go to the end!

My name is Ozmandis, King of kings! Look at my great cause, omnipotent and hopeless and sorrowful!

PS: Historically, the commander of the Battle of Cape Actium was Agrippa, and Octavian was in Rome during the entire civil war...... In addition, Octavian was Caesar's nephew and adopted son, and was nicknamed "Little Caesar." ”

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