I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"I'll let Laplace calculate the terrain orientation here, wait a minute." After Du Lin finished speaking, the face in the spirit projection disappeared for a short while.

About five or six minutes later, Du Lin said in a low voice: "There are multiple exits, which is a bit troublesome."

"Well... I also found this big magic interesting. Even the answer given is not the only key. There are probably several keys mixed together, and the door must correspond to the corresponding key, otherwise it is impossible to go out." Medea Said playfully.

"Go down the mountain first!"

"Ok!"

The three sisters of Joan of Arc, Arash, and Medea walked slowly down the mountain. Soon after, under the leadership of Medea, they crossed the despicable formations left by Zhuge villagers, although the randomness was very strong , but in the end, they walked out of the gate of the formation and landed at the foot of the mountain.

"Is there anyone who can decipher it? It seems that there are powerful magicians on the opposite side." On the opposite side, under the endless stone plain, Zhuge Kongming (Elmero II) is wearing a coat, holding a feather fan and smoking a cigarette. A little surprised.

"Elmero II!?" Du Lin was surprised under the projection of Lingzi.

"Don't be kidding, you've got the wrong person! This is Kong Ming."

You can't complain about your painting style... Du Lin thought to himself.

"Then change the question, why do you want to interfere with our communication?"

"Thousand-mile voice transmission is... no, trying to communicate with another distant place is really an act of fraud." A voice that mixed ancient Chinese and modern Chinese sounded.

From the distant sky, a golden bullock cart floated up in the sky, and a woman in Hanfu wearing a crown was sitting in it.

The bullock cart gradually narrowed the distance from the distant sky. When a lady with a red flaming long sword stepped down from the bullock cart, the 12 beads hanging from her head were reflected in front of Du Lin. Du Lin's expression and pupils shrank slightly. According to his memory pictures, the nine crowns worn by the princes of the Han Dynasty was the limit, and the twelve crowns were only the emperor.

"So... well, the rules, it's better to be fair to me." The opposite person got off the bullock cart.

At this moment, in Du Lin's sight, he had to praise that the clothes of the Han Dynasty were great without a cover, half of the two pieces of fat that could not be wrapped by the belt were exposed.

Du Lin was attracted by the other party's chest at a glance, his consciousness was stunned for a short time, and the system in his mind automatically appeared the relevant data information of [B109/W61/H95].

This is the first "great heart" he saw in the strict sense when he came to this world

Who can resist this...

Chapter 190 Altila's Greeting (Physical)

After a brief absence, Du Lin came back to his senses amid a light cough from the opposite side.

Leaving aside the daydream of sleeping under the other side's majestic chest, Du Lin stared at the other side vigilantly: "Before, you were attacking us?"

"I can only hear its sound, but not its shape." Han Shizu stared at the Lingzi projection curiously. She put a fire on Du Lin's face with the red sword in her hand, but found that it went directly through the Lingzi projection screen. She couldn't help being surprised. : "What kind of monster is this? Kong Ming."

Zhuge Kongming explained in a low voice: "This should be a magician's remote contact."

"Contacting from a distance is like throwing the moon into the water?" Han Shizu inadvertently said some reason, stared at Du Lin in disbelief, and nodded to himself: "Well, I understand, the magician from afar .”

Du Lin frowned slightly, and asked again: "Why did you attack us?"

Liu Xiu looked a little embarrassed and turned her head, looking at Zhuge Kongming.

Kong Ming explained in a low voice: "Han Shizu has already handed over the letter of surrender to the emperor Nero of Rome, letting Rome fall under his command, and he also knows that you are the governor of Rome. reinforcements."

Du Lin opened his mouth: "You should not be obliged to fight for the Holy Grail, nor should you be obliged to participate in the war in the west, no, it is incredible that you are here..."

Does a great magister with a perfect life need the Holy Grail?

"There is nothing wrong with it, even as a neutral person. It is not impossible for me to attack the weakest side first, and then take the lifeline of the United Empire." Liu Xiu said lightly.

"You want the Holy Grail?"

"Of course."

Du Lin looked at Zhuge Kongming, this in itself was too abnormal.The new personality combined by Zhuge Villager and El-Melloi II should be to uphold human principles. Liu Xiu's ambition of "taking the Holy Grail" should not be so naive as to really assist him.

For one place, one country, etc., it cannot reach this level.

"How? Stranger. Serve our great Han Empire, and I will not rain the rain of fire and virtue. I know that you are the newly appointed governor of Rome, and I may give you the post of Lang Zhongling." Liu Xiu smiled and said, chest The vibrating silicone trembled.

What a despicable emperor!

Look at Lang Zhongling at the gate of the palace... With the body of a heroic spirit, she can also be regarded as the personal guard guarding the big tit Liu Xiu in front of her.This is much more stingy than Nero... Naturally, this great magister's confidence is stronger than Nero's, but——

A singularity is a singularity.

This time and space doomed Nero's Roman Empire to be real, and these servant emperors who disrupted history by the Holy Grail must be repatriated.

"This, please forgive me for not being able to agree." Du Lin refused.

"Really?" Liu Xiu showed a look of disappointment: "I knew the answer a long time ago, since this is the case—"

In the middle of speaking, she pulled out the sword at her waist, and said in a low voice: "Scholar from outside, since you can't make your life equal, then the only thing I can do is to meet my treasure!"

Du Lin frowned solemnly.

"This sword was obtained from the technique of flying fire in the night sky when I defeated Wang Mang's army. It is also the sword that cuts white snakes given by the ancestors of the Liu family—Chi Xiao!"

"Isn't it just luck that a meteor shower bombed the camp? You really know how to blow it!" Du Lin muttered.

"Disrespectful! My hearing has always been very good. Are you denying my achievements?"

"No, no, no, you are the son of the plane, you are Emperor Guangwu, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, whom the destiny belongs to. No one can deny your achievements."

Liu Xiu's furrowed brows relaxed. Although Emperor Guangwu is a posthumous title, she has no taboos as a hero now, but this person... is really flattering.

She was very comfortable being licked by Du Lin's words: "I am destined by destiny... It is a fact, you are a monk with great vision! Then I will spare your life in the end! But--I will not let these servants go." Increase the pressure on our army."