"Don't be so nervous, Roman Emperor."

The Mother of Dragons sat down in the void and said slowly.

"It's not a fair game."

"There is never absolute fairness in the game, and in any game of chess, the first move is always more advantageous." Dragon Mother Tia smiled: "Since I have grabbed the first move, I naturally have to strike first." ”

"You and I are both dignified demigods, so naturally we don't need to bleed ourselves."

"The blood of the chess pieces is like a river, and the chess players are strategizing for thousands of miles, this is the rule of this world."

Augustus said indifferently: "These are not chess pieces, but my subjects, you can not care about the life or death of your own heirs, but I can't care." ”

Her fingers slid across the labyrinth of subspace, and she said lightly: "Even in the human world, the tradition of eating small fish is also followed, and the essence of class society is layer by layer, although you will cover it up in various clever ways, but you cannot eliminate the fact of inequality. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Augustus questioned.

The Mother of Dragons sneered: "Rome created by man today may not be very beautiful, as early as a thousand years ago, this land was not dominated by humans, although you talk about dividing the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas into different regions and territories, but in fact they never belong to you. ”

"Are you going to swear sovereignty in front of me?" Augustus sneered, and then said, "Yes, as long as you are willing to submit to me, I can divide some Roman territories, allow you to establish your own principality, and grant you hereditary power." ”

"Are you trying to me off, or do you really think so?" The Mother of Dragons bit the nails of her fingers: "What arrogance...... This land has always been borderless, and no one is its owner, not us, not you. ”

"Territory is inherently the concept of being contested, so natural selection is competitive, and the strong survive."

"What is despicable, what is noble...... Such a moral means is nothing more than the concept of maintaining stable development and facilitating rule. ”

"Before the competition for survival, all the teachings of the saints are pale and powerless dialectics."

"You don't have to try to reason with the beast that bites your throat."

Augustus looked calm, as if he realized that the logic of the other party's words was that there was no logic, and it was a complete chaos.

The emperor wants to rule a country, the basis of which is stability, maintaining stability and balance, just like a person riding a bicycle, it will not be able to fall to either side.

Therefore, anyone who seeks benefits can be persuaded.

It's just that a few words from Tia, the mother of dragons, easily pierced Augustus's speculation.

These ruthless characters who have awakened from the dusty history are not seeking stable order, but ...... Chaos and competition.

The two sides are fundamentally misaligned.

This is an object that cannot be impressed by chips and promises.

It's like competing in a boxing match for a championship, and you can't buy a strong opponent who doesn't care about prize money and only seeks competitive pleasure and championship glory.

"Why?" Augustus said in a low voice, "What's in it for you?" ”

The Mother of Dragons raised her finger to the sky: "Benefit? ”

"There is only one."

Her face was fanatical: "To please, of course." ”

The Mother of Dragons spread her wings: "I don't know why the Holy Lord would allow humanity to multiply so much, and why he didn't give you any trials and guidance...... But for us demigods, pleasing ourselves, pleasing the gods, and ascending to the highest level is the greatest meaning of existence. ”

She licked her fingers.

"So, let's compete and bleed hard."

"The time of tranquility is over, and the thousand years are over!"

She spread out her palms, and the labyrinth cube turned.

"Speed it up a bit."

"I'm still hungry!"

"This time, I want to taste the saint and the princess."

The Roman Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, indifferently, and only tapped his fingers on the scepter.

……

"Moll Helqing, do you think I didn't notice it?"

In the midst of the labyrinth, the richly dressed princess turned around, and a sword stabbed from her waist to a man in the back.

Because of the covering, the knight who tried to sneak up on him didn't realize that he was the one who was attacked.

The sword light pierced through the heart, and blood gushed out.

The latter spat blood from his mouth and looked shocked: "You ......"

The princess pulled out her sword and stepped back, she carried the wide hem of her skirt: "Guess why your strength is the most ordinary among the guards, but you will be promoted to the royal guard?" ”

"You...... You're not a princess? The pretender tried to stand up, but coughed up blood, apparently from poisoning.

"Yes, we've noticed that." The princess's stand-in raised the bayonet sword in his hand, and on the sword: "Today's attack is also expected." ”

"You, ahem, since you know, why did you wait until now?"

"Why do you think that?" The Shadow Dancer lowered his sword.

"To catch them all?"

"After all, slowly look for and identify the pretender...... Or is it more efficient this way, isn't it? ”

"But the nobles and citizens ......," the pretender had just finished speaking, when suddenly his eyes flashed and he understood something.

"It seems that you also know that it is the system, the church and the royal family that maintain Rome, and even if there is a group of vested interests, it is nothing, but it makes room for it." The shadow dancer said lightly: "The royal family has long been very dissatisfied with the aristocratic faction of the Senate, which is full of old men, and it will save a lot of effort to clean it by the hands of outsiders." ”

"You esoteric sects and cults may make a small profit, but the Roman emperor will never lose."

The pretender was speechless, and the pitch-black lines crawled all over his body, like ugly thorns binding him, and soon the black flower of death would bloom.

The shadow dancer took off his tiara, and as if by magic, removed the princess's sumptuous gown and threw it onto his robe, replacing it with a smart attire wrapped in a dark trench coat.

The royal guard is codenamed 'Thorns'.

A king-level knight, a fourth-order transcendent mid-stage in strength.

She also has a strange thing called 'makeup', which can change the appearance of her facial features, so this time she became a stand-in for the princess to participate in this dangerous ceremony.

After all, the emperor also knows the danger of this time, and he will not really bring his wife with him, after all, he is true love for the princess.

Thorn took the initiative to change his clothes, realizing that this was the end of his performance, and that it would be too dangerous to continue.

The identity of the princess can't be hidden, and it will bring a crisis to herself, so it's better to find an exit and get out as soon as possible.

It's just that there is no right path in the subspace labyrinth, she can only keep trying, and the strange things she brings can't work here.

Besides, Thorn's luck was not very good, and as soon as he walked out of the two spaces, he directly bumped into two esoteric disciples, and they were both masters.

As soon as they met, she resolutely raised her hand to be the king riding force field.

The position of the king-level knight is very similar to that of the Fuso swordsman's sword domain, but the difference is that the former is more durable and gigantic; The latter is more delicate and hidden.

The King of Thorns' force field is very special, and instead of directly forming a large-scale change, it generates pitch-black thorns on the weapon and the ground.

Thorns automatically seek out enemies to coil, and the scent and juice they emit have a paralyzing effect, making them a chronic poison.

Even if it is not injured, as long as it exists within the force field of Wang Qi, it will continue to accumulate toxins as it breathes.

If expressed in the form of a game, her force field can continuously increase the debuff called Toxin to the opponent over time, and when the toxin stack has accumulated enough, it can be manually detonated.

But these two esoteric believers are not good either.

The first one is necromancy, and his whole body is full of bones, so he is naturally not afraid of poison;

The second one looks ordinary, but the more poisoned it is, the more excited it seems......

"The more you hit me, the more excited I become, come on baby!"

The wild esoteric cultists with their capes pounced directly.

The thorns flashed their weapons, and the sword light flashed three times in a row, blooming with a little cold star, directly tearing the opponent's chest, leaving several bloody wounds.

But the opponent's attack also hit her body, and the Douqi armor immediately appeared, the light bloomed, the thorns retreated three times, her face turned pale for a while, she couldn't help but feel a sweet throat, and the blood overflowed a little.

However, the occultist who had just been pierced stood up as if nothing was happening, and the wound was rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Gan, it's from the Pain Sect!"

The thorny man is numb.

The Pain Sect emphasizes the infliction of pain and the enjoyment of pain, and it belongs to the more abusive the more refreshing, and the more abused the more refreshing...... Whether they are beaten or beaten, they can always be happy.

As long as they are always cool, they will maintain a state of painful praise, and in this state they will continue to receive physical blessings, and it will be extremely difficult to kill.

Her kind of poisonous explosion that stacks the debuff and then detonates in one breath, cleaning up the miscellaneous soldiers is extremely fast, more like a magic thorn than a knight, although the frontal combat ability is not weak, but it will also feel very tricky when encountering these two kinds of esoteric disciples.

Another dozen moves past.

Thorn was already holding her sword and breathing, but the other two were safe and sound, both sides were invincible and undefeated, but her physical strength was rapidly depleting.

This is the effect of the 'life loss' from the necromancer, it is released on ordinary people, and it can turn people into human beings in a minute, and it does not have such a great effect on the fourth-order transcendent, but it will accelerate the accumulation of fatigue, as if it directly deducts the upper limit of the energy gauge and reduces the recovery speed.

Thorns felt like they had to take a risk.

She was silently turning the bayonet sword in her hand when she suddenly saw the portal on the other side tremble.

There was one more person in the room that wasn't already spacious.

An extremely handsome Daxia man stepped into the room, humming a small tune that he couldn't understand, and carrying a spear on his shoulder, as if he was an air force guy going out with a fishing rod.

in the venue.

Thorns knew at a glance that it was not good, and the position where this person appeared was good or not dead, but it was in the middle.

Do you want to save it?

It doesn't look like an esoteric ...... But did Rome have such a nobleman?

She wasn't at all impressed—especially with such a look, she couldn't forget it once she saw it.

The Agonist grinned, "Another one? ”

He used his hands and feet together, and flew over on the ground: "Okay, this is mine, come and warm my stomach!" ”

The young man who was standing seemed to be stunned, standing still in place.

The thorns immediately detonated the superimposed layers of poison, and with a bang, the Pain Cultist's stomach suddenly swelled, and an implosion occurred, but his expression was even more hideous and fanatical.

Damn, this guy is not afraid of poison!

She felt like she had done her best.

I can't bear to see what happens to this unlucky guy.

The next moment, the temperature in the room suddenly rose by more than ten degrees, and a heat wave swept in all directions.

Bai Yu picked up the spear on his shoulder, turned it in a circle, and stabbed it into the air.

At the same time, his two hearts beat at the same time, and the phoenix body was fully opened.

The phoenix roared, and the blazing flames bloomed from the tip of the spear.

At that moment, it was not a spear that danced in his hand at all, but a living fire dragon.

Heaven and Earth Furnace: Quenched Gold and Forged Jade!

The flames pierced into the mouths of the Cultists of Pain, who had little room to resist, and the violent heat poured into it, and in the blink of an eye, its body melted into the flames and burned to ashes.

The Cultists of Pain died.

The thorny eyelids on the other side jumped wildly.

Groove ......

Who is this?

So ruthless as soon as you shot?

You're ...... Isn't there a forward swing for the ultimate?

The Sect Disciple who had been shaving for a long time was taken away by someone else, so he raised his hand slightly, and even the ashes were raised on the spot.

The royal knight had mixed feelings.

She turned her head to look at the next target, and the Necromancy realized that something wasn't right.

I already have a handful of old bones left, and if I am kept, I will not have a chance to go to the grave!

As both of them looked at it, the Necrocronist decisively raised the staff in his hand.

Thorn was wary if it was going to make some big move, but saw the necromantic crunch and raise his knee to break his staff in two.

"-I can lead the way for the two of you, don't kill me!"

(End of chapter)