Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

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

The Dragon Mother sat on the void and spoke slowly.

"This is not a fair game."

"There is never absolute fairness in a game of chess. In any chess game, the one who moves first always has the advantage." Dragon Mother Tia smiled and said: "Since I have the upper hand, I naturally have to strike first."

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

"The blood flowing between the chess pieces is like a river, and the chess players are strategizing and counting a thousand miles. These are the rules of this world."

Augustus said indifferently: "These are not chess pieces, but my subjects. You can not care about the life and death of your descendants, but I cannot care."

She slid her fingers on the subspace maze and said calmly: "Even in the human world, we still follow the tradition of big fish eating small fish. The essence of class society is layer upon layer of exploitation. Although you will use various methods to Even if you try to hide it in clever ways, you can’t eliminate the fact of inequality.”

"What do you want to say?" Augustus asked.

The Mother of Dragons sneered: "The Rome created by humans today may not be so beautiful. Thousands of years ago, this land was not dominated by humans. Although you talk to yourself, you divide the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas into different regions. Territory, but in fact they never belonged to you.”

"Are you planning to declare your sovereignty in front of me?" Augustus sneered, and then said: "That's okay. As long as you are willing to surrender to me, I can divide some Roman territories and allow you to establish your own principality. Grant you hereditary and irreplaceable power."

"Are you trying to anger me, or do you really think so?" Mother Dragon bit her nails: "How arrogant... This land has always been a land without an owner, and no one is its owner, not us. Not even you."

"Territory is inherently a concept that is contested, so natural selection dictates that the strong survive."

"What is despicable, what is noble... Such moral means are just concepts to maintain stable development and facilitate rule."

"Before the struggle for survival, all the teachings of saints are feeble debates."

"You don't have to try to reason with a beast that's biting at your throat."

Augustus looked solemn, as if he realized that the logic behind the other person's words was illogical and completely chaotic.

The basis for an emperor to rule a country is stability. Maintaining stability and balance is like a person riding a bicycle. He cannot lean to either side.

Therefore, anyone seeking benefits can be persuaded.

Just a few words from Dragon Mother Tia easily broke through Augustus' speculation.

These ruthless characters who have awakened from the dusty history are not looking for stable order, but... chaos and competition.

The two sides are fundamentally misaligned.

This is someone who cannot be moved with chips and promises.

Just like participating in a boxing match to compete for the championship, you cannot bribe a strong opponent who does not care about the prize money and only seeks the joy of competition and the glory of the championship.

"Why?" Augustus said in a low voice, "What good will this do to you?"

The Dragon Mother raised her finger to the sky: "Benefits?"

"There is and only one."

Her expression was wild: "Of course it's to please."

The Dragon Mother spread her wings: "I don't know why the Holy Lord allowed humans to multiply to such a great extent, and why he didn't give you any trials and guidance... But for us demigods, to please ourselves and please the gods , ascending to the highest level, this is the greatest meaning of existence.”

She licked her fingers.

"So, let us compete fully and bleed happily."

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

She spread her palms and turned the maze cube.

"Speed ​​up a little."

"I'm still hungry now!"

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

The Roman emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent, just tapping his scepter with his fingers.

…

"Mr. Moore, do you think I didn't notice it?"

In the maze, the luxuriously dressed princess turned around and stabbed a person in the back with a sword from her waist.

Because he was covered by his clothes, the knight who tried to sneak attack did not realize that he was the one being attacked.

The sword light penetrated his heart, and blood spurted out.

The latter vomited blood and looked shocked: "You..."

The princess pulled out her sword and stepped back valiantly. She held up her wide skirt and said, "Guess why you, the most ordinary among the guards, were promoted to the royal guard?"

"You... you're not the princess?" The pretender tried to stand up, but he coughed up blood. It was obvious that he was exhausted due to poisoning.

"Yes, we have already noticed it." The princess's stand-in raised the stabbing 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 it is?" Shadow Dancer lowered his stabbing sword.

"Is it to catch them all in one fell swoop?"

"After all, it's more efficient to slowly find and identify the pretender... isn't it more efficient this way?"

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

"It seems that you also know that it is the system that maintains Rome, the church and the royal family. It doesn't matter if there are fewer vested interests, but it will free up positions." Shadow Dancer said calmly: "The royal family has long been dissatisfied with the Manchurian Empire. The aristocratic faction of the old and smelly Senate are very dissatisfied, and it will save a lot of effort to clean it up with the help of outsiders."

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

The pretender was speechless. Dark lines crawled all over his body, like ugly thorns binding him, and soon a dark flower of death would bloom.

The shadow dancer took off her crown, and like magic, took off the princess's luxurious dress and threw it into her robe, replacing it with a smart outfit, wrapped in a dark windbreaker.

The codename of the Royal Guards is ‘Thorn’.

A king-level knight with mid-level fourth-level extraordinary strength.

She also has a strange item called 'cosmetics' that can change her facial features, so this time she became the princess's substitute and participated in this dangerous ceremony.

After all, the emperor also knew the dangers of this time and would not really take his wife with him. After all, he truly loved the princess.

Jingjiang took the initiative to change his clothes, realizing that his performance would end there and it would be too dangerous to continue.

The princess's identity can no longer be hidden, and it will bring danger to herself. The right way is to quickly find an exit and escape.

It's just that there is no correct path in the subspace maze, so she can only keep trying, and the strange objects she brings will not be effective here.

Moreover, Thorns' luck was not very good. As soon as he walked out of two spaces, he ran into two secret cultists, both of whom were masters.

As soon as they met, she decisively raised her hand to reveal the Wangqi force field.

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

The King Cavalry force field of thorns is very special. It does not directly cause large-scale changes. Instead, it creates dark thorns on the weapons and the ground.

Thorns will automatically seek out enemies to entangle, and the smell and juice they emit have a paralyzing effect and are a chronic poison.

Even if he is not injured, as long as he exists within the Wangqi force field, toxins will continue to accumulate with breathing.

If expressed in the form of a game, her force field can continuously add debuffs called toxins to the opponent over time. When the number of poison layers accumulates enough, it can be manually detonated.

But these two esoteric believers are not good friends either.

The first one is of the necromancy type. His whole body is made 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 get, come on baby!"

The disheveled wild esoteric cultist pounced directly on him.

Thorns revealed his weapon, and the sword light flashed three times in a row, blooming with little cold stars, directly tearing the opponent's chest, leaving several bloody wounds.

But the opponent's attack also hit her body. The fighting spirit armor immediately appeared, and the light bloomed. The thorns retreated three steps, and her face turned pale for a while. She couldn't help but feel a sweetness in her throat, and a trace of blood flowed back.

But the esoteric cultist who had just been pierced stood up as if nothing had happened, and the wound was rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

The thorns are numb.

The Pain Sect pays attention to inflicting pain and enjoying pain. The more they abuse people, the more comfortable they are, and the more they are abused, the more comfortable they are... Whether they are beating people or being beaten, they can always feel happy.

As long as they are happy, they can maintain the state of painful praise. In this state, they will continue to receive physical blessings and are extremely difficult to kill.

Her poisonous explosion, which stacks debuffs and then detonates them in one breath, is extremely fast at clearing out the soldiers. It is more like a magic thorn than a knight. Although her frontal combat ability is not weak, she will not be able to deal with these two types of mystics. It feels very tricky.

Another dozen moves passed.

Thorns was already panting while holding the sword, but the two opponents were safe and sound. Both sides were undefeated, but her physical energy was rapidly depleting.

This is the 'life loss' effect from the Necromancer. It is released to ordinary people and can turn them into human beings in one minute. It does not have such a big effect on fourth-level extraordinary beings, but it will accelerate the accumulation of fatigue. It's like directly deducting the upper limit of the energy tank and reducing the recovery speed.

Jingji felt that he had to make a risky move.

While she was silently turning the rapier in her hand, she suddenly saw the portal on the other side shaking.

There was one more person in the room which was not spacious to begin with.

An extremely handsome Daxia man stepped into the room. He was humming a tune that he didn't understand. He was carrying a long gun on his shoulder, like an air force guy carrying a fishing rod out.

in the venue.

Thorns could tell at a glance that something was wrong. This man appeared in the middle of a dead-end place.

Do you want help?

It doesn't look like a secret cult either... But are there any nobles with this appearance in Rome?

She had no impression at all - especially with such an appearance, once she had seen it, it was impossible to forget it.

The pain cultist grinned: "Another one?"

Using his hands and feet, he stepped on the ground and flew over: "Okay, this belongs to me, come here and warm my stomach!"

The standing young man seemed sluggish, standing motionless.

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

Damn it, this guy is not afraid of poison!

She felt she had done her best.

I couldn't bear to see what happened to this unfortunate guy.

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

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

At the same time, his two hearts beat at the same time, and the Phoenix Kung Fu was fully activated.

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

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

The furnace of heaven and earth·Quenching gold and forging jade!

The fire pierced the mouth of the pain cultist, and the latter had no room to resist. The violent heat was injected violently, and in the blink of an eye, the body melted in the flames and burned to ashes.

The Cult of Pain is awesome.

The eyelids of Thorns on the other side were twitching wildly.

Damn it...

Who is this?

So ruthless when you take action?

Don't you even have a forward swing for your... ultimate move?

The pain cultivator who had been scratching for a long time was taken away by someone else, so he raised his hand gently, and even the ashes flew away on the spot.

The king-level knight had complicated emotions.

She turned her head to look at the next target, and the Necromancer also realized that something was wrong.

I only have a handful of old bones left, and if I were to keep them, there would be no chance of being buried in the grave!

When both of them looked towards it, the Necromancer decisively raised the staff in his hand.

Thorns was wary of whether it was about to unleash some big move, but saw the Necromancer click, raise his knees and break his staff in two.

"——I can lead you two out, don't kill me!"