Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

"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 , reaching 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 find and identify the pretender slowly... this way is more efficient, isn't it?"

"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 is very dissatisfied. 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.

Royal Guard code name 'Thorn'.

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

She also has a magical 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.

Thorn took the initiative to change his clothes, realizing that his performance was over and it was too dangerous to continue.

The princess's identity can no longer be hidden, and it will bring crisis to herself. The right thing to do is to find a way out as soon as possible.

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 esoteric 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 toxin 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 in one breath, can clear out the soldiers very quickly. It is more like a magic thorn than a knight. Although her frontal combat ability is not weak, she will feel uncomfortable when encountering these two types of esoteric cultists. 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.

An extremely handsome Daxia man stepped into the room. He was humming a ditty 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 someone from the Esoteric Cult... But are there any nobles with this appearance in Rome?

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

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 for resistance. 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!"

Chapter 687: Sacrifice is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

The followers of the undead are very well-behaved and answer all questions.

After receiving affirmative answers to several questions, Bai Yu thought thoughtfully: "If what he said is true, then the sacred object must be in someone's hands at the moment."

"But if you want to meet him, you can only rely on luck." Thorns sighed: "I really can't understand why these demigods want Michael's right wrist."

"Who knows, Michael specially reserved his hand. He must be suffering from some serious illness, right?" Bai Yu spread his hands.

The undead believer laughed dryly and said: "I don't know either. I am only responsible for offering sacrifices. I have never thought about sacred objects."

"How many sacrifices did you make?"

"Zero so far."

"You are so weak."

"Everyone's head was stolen by the Cult of Pain."