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In the ancient European Middle Ages, such a curse was circulated, and even the heroes of Greek dramas, who were despised by people in the European Middle Ages, were always burdened with all kinds of infamy, and most of the so-called heroes were not much different from ruffians and hooligans.

When they are active on paper, Qin En will think that the protagonists of Greek dramas are very interesting, but once they become human beings with blood and r, their outlook on life, world view, and values all reflect the great difference from modern civilized human beings.

People who love online articles will like the protagonists who kill all sides smoothly, but once those protagonists become real people, what they do will make readers who admire and envy them shudder.

The heroes of these Greek myths were all thrown into prison with the fall of Mount Olympus by the dragon god, and thousands of years of time made them abandon their worship of the gods, and the Greek heroes led by Hercules chose to abandon their gods.

Hercules was particularly famous for his strength and intelligence, and he betrayed the life of the god of his homeland in exchange for Gilgamesh's forgiveness, although he disdained this style of work, but Qin En knew that Hercules was the smartest way to behave. Hercules, who was wise and powerful, survived, and the rest of Iason, Achilles, and Agamemnon ...... All of them died, but Hercules, who knew more than other Greek heroes, survived to the end, and survived so much hostility, and the Greek hero deserved to be a Greek hero.

Qin En boredly followed the people marching in the forest towards the gate.

Before the march, the strategy had been basically laid out, and each unit divided the mighty heroes into several squads according to the direction pointed out by Guo Kan, who had been monitoring the entrance for a long time, and marked the location outside the gate to meet and meet.

At first, Qin En didn't understand why he had to divide his troops in this situation, but in the process of actually acting, Qin En suddenly figured out how smart and wise the person who made this suggestion was......

...... There are so many heroes, there is no tacit understanding at all! A single hero is a dragon, but a group of heroes have become vegetable snakes!

Guo Kan, Huang Chao and other acquaintances are in other teams, Qin En only knows Gilgamesh and Feng Cong'er Shenzi here, oh, and there is also Hercules, and the rest of the heroic spirits basically don't know each other.

The heroes became well-behaved after being shocked by Qin En's time ability, and they would still be unconvinced if they simply showed strong force, but they were not willing to be killed by this ability.

Qin En was alienated, and no one approached Qin En except for Gilgamesh and Feng Cong'er Shenzi, and Guo Kan and his wife and the Heavenly Demon Lord all avoided Qin En.

At this time, Qin En was still precipitated in the paintings he had talked about with Prince Shotoku before, occasionally looking at Prince Shotoku, but the black-bellied woman smiled as if nothing had happened.

- Kill the Heroic Spirits!

It wasn't a whim or a sense of annoyance, Qin En really wanted to kill these people.

The earth has been on the right track, the scientific revolution, the industrial revolution has also been revolutionized, there is no need for this group of powerful and unruly heroes to exist, their rebirth just makes the history books of mankind very embarrassing,

Moreover, what if you see what the future generations have depicted and become angry? For example, Huang Chao? Can that man-eating demon king really tolerate those people on the Internet pointing at his nose and scolding the killer demon king? God knows what these people will do?

The Monster Sage Yakumo Purple's policy of seclusion and seclusion is destined to be a paradise for self-amusement, and many of the monsters recognize the fact that they should do what they should do and what they should not do, but the ancient powerhouses who have been closed for thousands of years still carry their arrogance. They didn't fight purely with the intention of gaining freedom, they wanted to break through the blockade of the dragon god, leave the boring prison and go to their homeland to re-enslave the people and make a fortune, right? But where is their place on the current earth?

The mere existence of Gensokyo has almost exploded the earth, and a bunch of heroes and spirits will come and go, and the devil knows what will happen!

So, use the Heroic Spirit, kill the Heroic Spirit, cross the river and tear down the bridge...... This thought lingered in Qin En's mind, as if it had taken root.

...... Time is the ability to kill people invisibly.

The alienation and fear of the heroes are justified, because Qin En has really moved the killing intent and the killing intent to kill them!

And you, Feng Cong'er Shenzi...... Do I have to take 'special care' of you?

Qin En thought about a dark thought, but at this moment, a big black old face suddenly appeared in the field of vision and interrupted his thoughts.

"Hehe, time ability, hello. ”

"............" Then Qin En saw Hercules' face as black as an African.

"Time Ability, are you thinking about things, is there anything I can do for you?" Hercules, who had a rough face and a hideous appearance, squeezed out a smile that was so kind that it could scare a crying child.

- I'm wondering how to break your twelve trials and kill you in the right way............ Qin En was not stupid enough to say this kind of thing.

It is difficult to locate a real hero, but are the people who die in heroic battles heroes? Or are the people who can take advantage and avoid disadvantage for a while and finally achieve fame and fame are heroes?

This kind of philosophical question is too complicated.

Qin En looked at Hercules, who was almost a humble man after being suppressed by Gilgamesh, and tried not to restrain his cranky thoughts.

"How did you offend Gilgamesh in the first place?"

Hercules paused for a moment, but he didn't hide it - the march of many people has always been a troublesome process, due to the uneven level of heroes and the lack of training conditions, it is impossible to fly the eaves and walk the wall like a person during the march, everyone is advancing in the forest at the average speed of ordinary people, and the boring time grabs a handful, Hercules hesitated, looked at Gilgamesh cautiously, and then told Qin En how he offended Gilgamesh in the first place.

Gilgamesh hated God. God made Gilgamesh meet his best friend Enkidu, and God destroyed his best friend, and the hero king finally abandoned his homeland to seek the elixir of immortality, and died of depression...... Such a great hatred made Gilgamesh put a map cannon on all the gods in the world, and the sacrificed gods at that time relied on their divine power to roam the prison until Gilgamesh bypassed the gatekeeper and came to the prison...... Defeat the god of war, Ares, and the other gods and people who have rushed to take revenge.

In fact, for many people who are not good at fighting and are implicated by the dragon gods, Gilgamesh is a real hero, he defeated the Greek gods, and he has no interest in mongrels, and the qualifications of the heroes of the ancient civilization make him invisibly higher than others. The Greek gods were defeated and hit hard, and the Greek heroes took the opportunity to empty their main gods, and the Greek gods had nothing else abnormal except for their strength, and in the eyes of the heroes of other races, they were just powerful spirits, and then Gilgamesh took away a goddess and regarded it as a symbol of his victory. Then, when Qin En arrived, the Greek goddess did not give up and made some small moves to cause Gilgamesh to take advantage of it, and the decline of the Greek heroic spirit was also a matter of course.

"That's right. "After chatting with Hercules for a while, I figured out the cause and effect: it wasn't too complicated, and the content was a bit boring.

Hercules, who gave up his dignity, was even taking the initiative to curry favor with him, but Qin En, who knew the temperament of the Greek protagonist, naturally had no idea of getting along with Hercules.

"Gilgamesh, I'm a little tired, I need to rest. ”

"Then go down, bastard. ”

After agreeing to the nominal commander's request, Yogsothoth took shape, and Qin En hid in Sothoth, and Sothos absorbed Qin En into a faint white mist and floated in the woods.

...... Of course, Qin En bypassed the arrogant Gilgamesh.

The Greek gods have nothing to talk about.

The main god became a pig and sheep to be sacrificed before the army set out on the expedition, and the gods fell...... Their power was divided among thousands of Heroic Spirits, the noble gods fell to some extent to dispel the fears of the Heroic Spirits, under the leadership of the Son of Feng Cong and Gilgamesh, the heroes walked towards the gate of freedom, the white heroes from Britain and Europe sang local folk songs in their native languages, the heroic spirits of the Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Han and Confucian cultural circles often had a good mind and began to chant poems after marching with the army, the heroes of the nomadic peoples such as the Middle East and Mongolia used their ancient and melodious voices to sing classic folk songs passed down by word of mouth, and the heroes of different races and regions sang in the march, inspiring the blood that has not yet cooled, fearlessly moving in the direction of the gate.

Surrounded by heroes, Gilgamesh rode in a golden chariot that could move autonomously, listening to their folk songs and occasionally singing his favorite musical music in an inaudible voice. Feng Cong'er Shenzi sat cross-legged on a lotus flower with a grinding plate, like a legendary bodhisattva floating automatically in the air and following the procession...... Qin En himself borrowed the power of Sothos to form a white mist that did not obstruct his vision, and moved with the presence and army of Yogsothoth.

Qin En borrowed the presence of Sotos to put everyone's expressions and expressions into his eyes, and when he saw that the heroes did not hide their momentum, he frowned, and added a few asterisks to the end of the 'rabble'.

"I don't understand what you're thinking in your heads, when the army is moving forward and the order is forbidden, you are singing one by one like a concert. His voice gradually transmitted to Feng Cong's ear and Miko's auditory system.

Qin En, he plans to observe and observe first--after observing through small talk, and then make a decision.

The tentacles of Yogsothos secretly entangled Feng Cong'er Miko, as long as there is something wrong with her, Qin En will not hesitate to use time to stop the life of Prince Shotoku, let him go and go with Ono Girl and Fish Takenaka-san!

"If you choose someone to be handsome, who is the general, who is the soldier?" Feng Cong'er, who was sitting on the big lotus flower on the grinding plate, still looked like an immortal after hearing Qin En's initiative to contact him, but in fact, he transmitted his own voice to Qin En.

The malice in his mind was cut off by Sothos, and it was not conveyed to the senses of Feng Cong'er Shenzi.

In the face of Qin En's question, she sharply pointed out the biggest problem of this heroic army - if it is good, all beings are equal, and if it is ugly, it is a general and talented man who is unable to suppress the heroes.

Looking at it, there is hardly a nameless person, and if you talk about heroic merits, no one will be convinced.

Before the system of scientific and technological productive forces develops to a certain extent, it is impossible to achieve absolute equality, and under some special circumstances (such as the current war), the destructive power of this 'absolute equality' can only be compared with that of the group of scum on the water beam, right?

In the end, the selection of the so-called heroes is still based on [seniority], although Gilgamesh is a prison that enters later, but as the king of Uruk, Gilgamesh is the oldest heroic spirit, and is naturally a well-deserved leader.

“...... Unfortunately, Gilgamesh is reluctant to rule over these 'mongrels'. ”

"It's not so much that he doesn't want to, but he can't, Gilgamesh, the ancient hero king, his control is very strong, but he knows human nature better than anyone else, and he has no interest in managing this hopeless army. ”

How could a hero king full of mongrels not be observant? The King of Gold knew from the beginning that this army had no future.

It's one thing to give face, it's another thing to be obedient, Gilgamesh acts as an uncle and scolds this and that, and the rest of the heroes are at most complaining about a few words of arrogant auo, and they don't think that their 'hero' dignity is insulted.

After all, people on paper are still people on paper, and people in the future who stay on paper will still have beautiful illusions, Ye Gong is a good dragon, nothing more than this, and after really seeing the truth about the heroes who were beaten and courageous, there is a feeling that I can't bear to look at it suddenly.

...... Hate iron doesn't make steel!

Qin En, who turned into Sotos, sighed faintly: Perhaps, you don't have to wait to do it yourself, right?

Outside the door, Uloporos and Washington Valentine are gearing up, right? They might be able to slaughter more than half of the heroes?

Or is it ...... Put a little water in the goalkeeper's place? Qin En, who had transformed into a mist form, didn't have the heart to act as a reconnaissance sentinel for the heroic spirits below, and shrank in the establishment with the strongest combat effectiveness (the current one) and walked forward indifferently.

And as they got closer and closer to the gate, those heroes finally stopped pretending to sing, and everyone showed a solemn look.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return......

Suddenly, no one sang but added a bit of sadness, which made Qin En, who was in Sotos, laugh at his cheapness.

It's good to have less ink and see the scenery!

............ Qin En thought boredly

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The pretended chic spirit didn't last long, and as the distance got closer to the gate, the heroes began to show uneasy looks, and the tense atmosphere seemed to collapse at the touch of a powder keg.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to speak out.

The plan of dividing the troops sounds like a feeling of self-defeating, but the heroes who designed the route of the army are heroes after all, and the distance between the assembly place and the gate is actually very far away...... and other outstanding generals arrange different squads according to the different combat effectiveness of the heroes. Tactical and strategic arrangements are not usable due to the attributes of this rabble, if you click on these heroic legions, the 'players' will perceive that although the combat power and defense of the army are high, the morale is very low and strategic skills such as ambushes are not possible...... It's a very R shield army.

At the very least, they won't gather in any strange place.

“...... It's irritating, though. ”

The man of the Angry Beast, Cú Chulainn, the child of light from Celtic legend, stopped his exploration through the jungle and let out a staggered sound of discontent. Carrying the bright red cursed magic spear, the fierce dog of Cualan observed every move in the forest with the attitude of listening before the beast hunted, active in the dark, occasionally active in the obvious, purely relying on the action of intuition, and there were more than seventy people who accompanied Cu Chulainn.

DiLumudo, Finn McCool, William Wallace, Lancelot, Robin Hood, these people led the team, and more than 70 people were all British legends.

The rules are completely different, Guo Kan, Li Jing, Osman I and many generals are people of later generations, Cú Chulainn's group of people who are active in legends and myths cannot understand the changes in the productivity of later generations, nor can they realize the renewal of tactics, the battles of their era are completely different from the battles of these people later, and because the army cannot carry out detailed command and use tactics, those powerful generals cannot bring victory, and it is difficult for Cúthalyn and other 'primitive heroes' to understand the excellence.

And so, the gap gradually widened - there was a reason why Gilgamesh did not expect such a rabble army, and the heroic king of primitive civilization, after all, still had the foresight and rational judgment to know that this army could not be relied upon.

These Old English heroes were adept at moving from jungle to jungle, and they were the first to arrive at the target location as a squad, and they were the first to arrive at the target location.

"That stinky boy who has the ability to time, can he really deal with that monster?"

The impatient Cu Chulainn licked his dry lips, and his eyes were bloodshot and looked like they were red.

"If that monster is immune to the power of the rules, we'll be miserable, hum hum ......"

The monster refers to the goalkeeper, and Cúchulainn is one of the few people who has survived the goalkeeper after joining forces with others to storm the entrance.

"With the fact that my Red Rose can't break its rule-breaking power, I trust in his abilities. ”

Although it was a casual chatter, no one showed a relaxed look, and Dilumudo clenched his weapon as Cú Chulainn did during the break.

Robin Hood and William Wallace were not interested in talking, and the two of them hid in the dark of the jungle and took out their bowstrings, guarding against a surprise attack that could come at any moment.

"That monster, really strong?" Finn, the head of the Fiona Knights, had never fought the goalkeeper.

Finn's question intrigued the taciturn Lancelot, who looked up

"Anyway, be sure in advance, if you're negligent, you'll die if you can't even use your healing water. ”

Cúchulainn smirked, and matched the ferocious face, as if he was deliberately provoking.

"When you meet him, prepare to sacrifice the treasure...... Otherwise, there will be no last ray of life. ”

Just as Cú Chulainn's words fell, William Wallace suddenly fell from the tree, startling the people in the conversation.

Finn frowned, subconsciously probing the surroundings but not noticing any dangerous aura, so he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to kindly support Wallace.

Cú Chulainn laughed: "Why did this kid fall from the tree in a nervous way?"

Then, the air suddenly froze......

"He's dead!"

William Wallace's facial features were bleeding and his expression was horrified, as if he had seen something most terrifying.

Finn was the first to drop Wallace's icy corpse.

It's the right choice, but .........

It's late!

For a moment, Finn felt death loom over him.

The storm suddenly appeared among the seventy British strongmen, and in the midst of the storm, they vaguely saw a tall and sturdy man, dressed in tattered armor, standing in front of them.

"Quickly unleash your Noble Phantasm!"

Cú Chulainn's voice echoed in the mind of every heroic spirit.

"Piercing-Deaththorn Spear!"

"No regrets!!"

"Shattered---Yellow Rose!"

"Undefeated -- Purple Withered Flower!"

"The Oath - the Sword of Victory!"

"The sword of victory!"

Seventy Heroic Spirits liberated themselves and gathered all their power into one person.

But the man in the darkness pulled out his scabbard and reverberated through the forest with a magnetic voice............

"My esteemed teacher, you will, for us, change the world .........................................."

The emerald green light broke out from the blade, and the huge emerald green long knife was imprinted in everyone's pupils, engraved in everyone's soul, and accompanied them into the abyss.

The hustle and bustle of the forest is attached to the silence.

In the end, there was only one person standing on the ground.

The man covered in dust took out all the enemies.

The man with blank eyes and a dumb expression like an idiot slowly put the emerald green knife into the scabbard.

"Teacher, I listen to your ......"

The man, muttering words of unknown meaning to himself, trampled blankly over the corpses of the heroes, one shallow and one deep footprint on their intact corpses, stepping them into the dirt and the decaying bushes.

About twenty paces after his departure, the corpses of William Wallace, Finn, Robin Hood, and other heroes disappeared into the dirt, and grew into tender and fragrant flowers, which thrived in the aftermath of the storm.

The treasures they were proud of during their lifetime were turned into fresh branches, ordinary saplings, and their great deeds and mysterious powers came to an end with the death of their masters.

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Feng Cong'er Shenzi opened his eyes suddenly, his whole body was soaked as if he had been fished out of water, the hair of the beast ear hairstyle hung down weakly, his face was pale, and his bloodless lips trembled unconsciously, like a seriously ill patient.

"What's wrong?"

Qin En, who was immersed in his thoughts, was awakened by the embarrassed appearance of a girl with beast ears and hairstyle.

"Goalkeeper, wake up ――――――"

Feng Cong's ear was the son of God, and he said words that others couldn't believe.