Let's go back in time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The faithful of the Holy See, having received God's blessings, spontaneously formed an army, as precise as a machine, as if it were instinct to march in formation. It is also said that they all have the remnants of the winged birdmen on their bodies, so that it is convenient for a certain old man to control, and they will not be half-hearted like an idiot holding a cross, and they can also sacrifice at a critical moment.

The armor and weapons they wore were not ordinary, they were treasures that the old man had forged with the most devout faith of the faithful. Ordinary people don't know how to use the power of faith, can he, as a false god, not understand it? It's something more terrifying than divine power.

The people in front of him were no longer really human beings in the strict sense of the word, but some kind of half-human, half-spirit lifeforms. Of course, the half-human and half-spirit here does not refer to a court master who is worried about the amount of food for his own princess, but a creature formed by partial assimilation because ** cannot withstand the power of faith. Their final outcome will definitely be miserable, very miserable, either unable to control the power of faith and blow themselves up, or being eaten as a snack by the old man in the sky, not even a third option.

Nero walked towards the fanatics of the Holy See, and a little spark drifted in the wind on the strange sword of the Meteorite.

"There's really no way, I actually used three spells in a row, wouldn't it be an insult to the name of Emperor I if I didn't go back now?"

The girl raised her head and looked contemptuously at the nearly a thousand enemies in front of her, where the courage of the once emperor was vividly displayed.

It's not that you can't see through the strength of the enemy.

It's just that I have absolute confidence in myself.

"So, die, cultists."

"Let's open, my theater domusaurea!"

Nero raised his hand, and a splendid theater rose from the ground. In an instant, she and a group of fanatical believers were enveloped in it. At this time, George just stabbed Xiao Lan with the first shot representing the rune duel.

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"Rejoice that you will be able to come to my theater, disciples!" Nero leaned on the primordial fire of the Meteoric Iron Primordial Flame and looked down condescendingly at his enemies. The whole theater is in the shape of a ring, so huge that it would be no problem for thousands of people to kill and bleed in it.

This is formed using magic and reproduces Nero. The theater built by Claudius in Rome during his lifetime. Noble Phantasm's real name is Aestusdomusaurea. Aestus means "passionate" or "scorching" in Latin, and domusaurea is the name of the theater that was actually built. This artifact comes from the legend of Nero who locked the audience in the theater to listen to her singing, so one of the effects was to forbid going out. It is said that when the theater opened for the first time, some audience members had to leave their seats because His Majesty's singing was so "shocking" that they were "unblessed", so at the second performance, Nero cleverly sealed the doors and windows, leaving the audience devastated...... Ah, didn't I enjoy it a lot.

In addition to this, the swaggering Golden Theater also strengthens Nero's power. For example, let the rose petals float inside like rain, make you unable to move when singing, and put a little useless fire on the sword when you put skills. Huh? How can this be strengthened, you ask? Well, His Majesty the Emperor just thinks that he has become stronger, and it is better not to care about other small things.

However, this is only the previous effect of this Noble Phantasm. Nero has participated in many epic battles in the post-apocalypse, and although he is not the main force in them, he is still a part of them, so he has slightly improved his specifications. Then befriend a group of legendary creatures. The specifications have been greatly improved. In the end, he jumped into Valhalla, which was a red lotus, and his specifications were greatly improved.

The addition of this promotion has made her attributes and retention skills change greatly, and the treasure has produced earth-shaking changes.

The fanatics were not alarmed by the drastic change in the environment, but formed a tight circle, staring cautiously and hatefully at His Majesty the Emperor.

"Hmph, it's boring, you're still as boring as ever." Nero snorted in dissatisfaction. Road.

She was still silent.

"Is there silence? Do you think that silence will challenge me? Arrogant! ”

The theater vibrated with Nero's words, as if even the building could sense the anger of His Majesty the Emperor. Suddenly, as if she had come up with a good idea, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she happily declared it on the high platform.

"Swinging a sword, slashing, monotonous, too monotonous, so I give you a chance. Show off your talents to your heart's content, show your martial prowess to your heart's content, and I will be the last victorious opponent! ”

"I will not only give you the opportunity to challenge me, but I will also give you the right to choose your own opponents. Cultists. Don't you rejoice in my mercy? ”

His Majesty Nero was impassioned, but unfortunately the fanatics did not appreciate it at all, and looked at her as if they were looking at an idiot.

Let's show our talents and show our martial arts, when we are stupid? If you don't choose to fight in a group, why do you want to fight with you? It's not that there is a hole in the brain.

"Foolish cultist. Not only are you as uninteresting as you were a thousand years ago, but you are also stupid. Nero simply conjured up an ornate chair behind him and sat down, staring contemptuously as if he were looking at a group of clowns.

"Don't say I didn't give you the right to choose."

As His Majesty's words fell, the fanatics disappeared from the center of the arena and reappeared in the surrounding audience. They can't talk to each other, they can't make movements, like a thousand dolls.

However, there are always people who are lucky to be e, like the two spearmen who stayed on the field.

"Fight, only the victor has the right to live, the loser ......," Nero smiled playfully, "I'll have something interesting for them." ”

The two spearmen looked at each other in silence, then stood motionless with their spears in their hands.

Just kidding, you said we'll hit us? Do you have a hole in your head?

"Alas, I have been treated as a deaf ear again and again, and my patience has a limit. Do you want to give up your life completely after giving up the opportunity to freely choose your opponent? Nero leaned back in his chair and sighed. Like a benevolent emperor.

But this is just the calm before the storm.

"There's no third chance, die." His Majesty the Emperor waved his hand like a fly, and the two spearmen were instantly enveloped in flames. They wailed and rolled on the ground, as if that would ease their pain. Eventually, however, they lost their lives in the flames. Curled up and turned into two charcoals.

"I have heard a little about me not long ago, and it is said that the most popular thing in later generations is to have people tied to the stake and burned to death. How, is this brilliant flame one of the most suitable punishments for you? Nero bowed his head slightly, his gaze swept over the faces of the fanatics.

"Next couple." His Majesty snapped her fingers, and it seemed that the two cokes had not affected her interest.

The second pair of...... Oh no, the fanatics came from the audience to the center of the field in the blink of an eye, and it turned out to be gunmen. I don't know if a certain stupid Majesty has a grudge against the spearmen. In fact, it's not wrong to call it a faggo, I heard that many people in the Holy See like prostitution.

"Do you want to show your talents, or do you want to show your martial arts?"

The looked at each other, threw their spears at Nero without hesitation, and immediately waited for the two spears hanging from their waists.

Whatever you choose, we all have to die. We don't have a hole in our head!

The two spears flew towards Nero as the fagots looked at them expectantly, but all they got was disappointment. His Majesty the Emperor didn't do anything, and the two guns were already burning in the air.

"Do the people of the Holy See value life so much? Is the doctrine you preach that allows people to throw away their lives at will? Ha, ridiculous stuff. Nero laughed at the fanatics and lightly tapped at the two unlucky spearmen, "Let me educate you on behalf of the irresponsible god, what a precious treasure life is." ”

A forest suddenly sprang out of the center of the theater. In an instant, two unlucky eggs were trapped in it. But they were confused for a moment, and then they patted their heads as if they remembered something.

What happened next made the fanatics feel cold as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their hearts kept calling out the name of their Heavenly Father. However, the Father, who had warmly forgiven them for all their sins, did not respond to the voice of the believers at this time, and all their prayers were in vain.

It's a pity that this can't shake the faith of that group of fanatical believers, and can only make waves in their spirits.

So what did they see?

Actually, it's nothing, the fanatics just watched a live-action version of Brokeback Mountain.

The two hapless spearmen have no idea that they have become the protagonists of the story, and in their consciousness they are the pioneers of a new era. They cut down trees and build houses, hunt and fish, and grow marijuana. And then it all came together in one night.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the next day they cut down wood and built a cross by themselves, and crucified each other to it, and burned themselves to death. They didn't utter a single syllable during the whole process, only the sizzle of the flame licking ** and the crackling of burning wood.

"A peaceful life, though as calm as water. But it hides the most touching miracle in the world, which should be born like the splendor of summer flowers. Unfortunately, only two charcoal bodies were left behind after his death. Believers, is this the faith you are seeking? Ignoring all the splendor of life, and finally being burned in the flames of self-construction? Nero was like a philosopher, looking down indifferently at the fanatics.

Silence, deathly silence.

"Tsk, since you want this stage to show your talents and show your martial arts to become an execution ground, let the punishment continue." His Majesty the Emperor snorted and waved his hand to restore the venue to its original state, beckoning the next wave of unlucky eggs by the way.

You must think it's two spearmen, right?

Hey, hey, hey, y'all y-

You guessed it.

The two spearmen swallowed in unison as they stepped onto the stage, unaware of what horror awaited them. Not being afraid of death does not mean that you are not afraid of the unknown, not to mention that no matter how devout people are, they don't want to explode chrysanthemums with each other for some reason.

"Are you afraid?" Nero asked with interest, leaning on the armrest.

"Die, heretic!"

"We have nothing to fear!"

These are the first words spoken by the two unlucky gunners since the opening, and their last lines. To be honest, they should be happy too, shouldn't they, the first four were burned without even a single line.

His Majesty the Emperor sealed the mouths of the two of them with a slight glance, lest they disturb their speech.

"Let me ask you again, are you willing to follow the path I have decided for you?"

The two fanatics could not speak. But it's okay to shake your head.

"Your answer didn't surprise me at all, it's a fool who won't surprise anyone." Nero sighed a little disappointedly, staring at the two spearmen with a chill in their hearts, completely unaware of what would happen in the next moment.

"So, let me do a little philosophical ♂ test."

The unlucky ones breathed a sigh of relief. I rejoice that I don't have to blow a chrysanthemum and a popping chrysanthemum. It's a pity that the two spearmen are authentic Westerners, and they don't understand at all that the philosophy that Emperor Dumao said is not the one they remember, but "philosophy ♂".

"Love, it's a beautiful word, an eternal theme that I can sing for for seven days and seven nights without getting tired. The sweetness is accompanied by a slight acidity, and the bitterness contains sweetness. It is never known what kind of fruit will come out of this tree called love. So tell me, what do you and other followers think about love? ”

The two fanatics trembled uncontrollably, already vaguely aware of what was going to happen next.

The stage changes again, and this time it's not just the forest, because it's a real town in front of everyone's eyes. There are complete buildings and streets, and there are NPCs that look like real people. If you look closely. You can even see the aunts and vendors in the market haggling like crazy for a dime, and then being taken away by the gods of the town.

Don't ask why there is a town in the theater, I don't know if this is the territory of His Majesty the Emperor, and if you ask again, be careful that Your Majesty will let you wrestle ♂ with your brother.

The two spearmen were scattered at opposite ends of the town, looking around in bewilderment, and finally unconsciously blended into the role that the Dull-Hairy Emperor had assigned to them.

"Behold, these are two ignorant young men. They are full of vigor and vigor. The chest is filled with the intellectual curiosity and adventurous spirit that is characteristic of young people. One day, they met under God's guidance. That first eye contact planted the seeds of love, even though they knew it was intolerable. ”

The plot progresses with Nero's words, and the score is exactly right.

"The two who fell in love didn't want to hurt anyone, but their very existence was a mistake for this society. To do this, they stay far away from towns in the hope of spending a quiet life in the middle of nowhere. ”

His Majesty was indifferent and calmly narrated.

"They cut wood for their houses, hunted for their livelihood, and everything seemed to come naturally."

Two poor spearmen...... They might as well fight each other. It's better to die than to blow each other's chrysanthemums...... Of course, they may have fun and may not be able to vomit......

However, as if the world was fooled, this strange love was discovered after all. The self-proclaimed righteous people had them burned at the stake, and the 'pure' believers lit the wood under their feet. In the flames, they confirmed each other's presence. Until the voice fades to a faint level, and finally returns to the dead. ”

This plot is more terrifying. The previous pair of coke gunmen who had exploded chrysanthemums with each other got up from the ground as if nothing happened, and brutally sent the pair of fagots who had just finished wrestling ♂ into the city, and they didn't even notice that the towels they had burned were on the living people - and the others didn't notice either.

The pair of dead had just built and burned themselves at the stake again, but this time they did not silently complete their mission in the unknown forest, but were placed in the middle of the square to receive the attention of the people of the town, and I believe that the day of promotion and salary increase is not far away.

The new is tied to the cross, and the two dead gunmen leap into the pyre. The next moment, a raging fire lit up the theater. Poor spearmen, why did they die again - whoever let them take one gun is not enough and there are two missing from their waists, this is three times as lucky!

The wailing gradually stopped, leaving only a faint ember gleaming with sparks.

Nero sighed and looked around at the crowd of fanatics, a hint of incomprehensible sorrow in his voice.

"There is no right or wrong in love, but why should love end in burning death? Disciples, do you dare to give me an explanation? ”

It was a deathly silence, and even if they could speak, they wouldn't know what to say - there was no here!

At least not yet, huh.

"Let me tell you to wait." His Majesty the Emperor stood up, and the awe-inspiring momentum belonging to the Emperor naturally filled the entire theater.

"Because this love is not approved by your gods, it will perish. But what right does your god have to decide everything in this world? ”

Nero's eyes were as sharp as lightning, and his blonde hair was windless.

"He's not qualified! If the world of the dead belongs to the gods, then the world of the living belongs to the emperor! The gods who overstep their authority are just mortals who are blinded by **, and they are not even as good as mortals! ”

His Majesty the Emperor took a deep breath and raised his head haughtily.

"I ask one last time, you wait, would you like to walk behind me?"

Silence is the best answer.

"yes, let's end it."

This new "Golden Theater of Stirring" not only strengthens Nero's authority as emperor, but also insulates him from outside influences, especially the power of a certain pseudo-god old man. From the moment the fanatics entered this theater, they ceased to belong to the realm of the Heavenly Father, but became subjects subject to His Majesty the Emperor.

Nero didn't do so much because he was bored, but he couldn't kill them all in an instant. She could have killed all the enemies one by one, but she would inevitably be injured, maybe capsized in the gutter, and most importantly, she had no majesty at all. That's why she weakened the remnants of the pseudo-god's influence on the fanatics, and at the same time strengthened her power in the theater.

From the beginning of being able to stand on a high place and look down, to the later restriction of the movement of the fanatics, and then to the execution that became a little more complicated, this is a manifestation of the increased authority of Emperor Nero. It didn't take long for this theater to reach her absolute emperor circle. When the time comes, a word can decide the life and death of all, and not only is it effortless, but it also looks extremely majestic - in fact, the latter point is the most important reason.

Now, it's finally time to put an end to it. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )

ps: (Who said that His Majesty the Emperor is not powerful~)