Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

until the night comes...

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In the city that has fallen into silence, only the footsteps of the tyrant echo. Even if no one around sees her, she still maintains her pride and elegance.

A wave of magic power came, and the King of Rome stopped, staring at the nodes of magic power in the air.

In a burst of illusion, accompanied by the light of purple colored glaze, Medea suddenly appeared in a thick robe.

"Are you the magician who peeped at my appearance!"

A strange red sword suddenly appeared in her hand. The King of Rome was obviously looking up, but her movements could only make people think of looking down.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Medea, the king from Rome!"

"Aha??"

Nero looked at Medea in surprise, never expecting that she would reveal her real name directly.

"So it turned out to be a princess in Greek mythology! In view of your courage to declare your family name, I will give you enough glory!"

He was going to say the name of Medea, the traitorous witch, but Nero changed his mind just as he was about to say it.

"Even if you know my name, I will announce it again!"

Stretching out the chest that is completely disproportionate to King Arthur, the tyrant in a fiery red coat, solemnly carrying a chant, elegantly like everyone playing!

"I am the King of Rome, the King of the World, Your Majesty the Emperor who rules the world! I am Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus!"

Speaking of the long name, which was not remembered by Liang Yi at all, His Majesty the Emperor of Rome raised the original fire in his hand!

"No matter where you are the king from, I can't let you interfere with your lord's plan!"

Medea strictly followed the policy of Liangyiluo, she didn't talk to Nero at all, her wide magic robe turned into a bat shape, the magic circle of six paths appeared, and then fell down like a meteorite in an instant!

"Sure enough, he is a barbarian. He attacked without saying a word, which is not elegant!"

With a light leap, he avoided Medea's attack, and the king of Rome danced like a performance in an opera house.

With a serious look in his eyes, Nero jumped up high, and the primordial fire slashed at Medea!

Facing the emperor's attack, the betrayed witch didn't dare to think too much, but relied on her own magic to fly in the air, occasionally sending out countless magic bullets to stop Nero's attack.

However, this Roman tyrant, no matter how arrogant she is, does have amazing strength. She jumps so fast that even Medea can't keep up with her movements. There was a crack in Medea's clothes.

"Sure enough...this kind of orthodox magician needs to be in his own position to exert his strength."

Liang Yiluo stood on the tall building, watching the situation on Medea's side through magic. Even if the magic power is sufficient, Medea cannot defeat Nero with pure magic!

So--

"Accord with the original plan, Medea..."

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"Sure enough, you are worthy of being King Luo's king. I can't defeat you alone."

"However, my task has been completed, let us see you next time, King of Rome!"

As if she was just a pawn for testing, Medea smiled coquettishly. At the same time, with a wave of her hand, she summoned many soldiers like skeletons. Although hundreds of soldiers could not hurt a single hair of Nero, they could temporarily stop her actions.

"Huh? Are there any other accomplices?"

Nero didn't even look at the skeleton that suddenly appeared in front of him, but just stared straight at the direction in which Medea flew away. With a wave of the primordial fire in his hand, dozens of skeletons were instantly crushed under the powerful fighting spirit!

"Humph!"

Ignoring those skeleton soldiers, Nero directly caught up with Medea, and Medea seemed to be very anxious, flying around. Occasionally, the magic that wanted to move short distances was interrupted by His Majesty the Emperor behind him with the sword in his hand.

"After watching me, do you want to leave like this?"

"Go straight ahead, turn right, go straight, turn left, and when you encounter an intersection, you can start the magic you prepared before!"

Liangyiluo's instructions were faintly conveyed to Medea's mind.

"Understood, Master Luo!"

Answering Liangyiluo, Medea continued her acting skills at the same time.

Following Liang Yiluo's command, Medea stumbled and arrived at the destination, and there, she saw a mighty big man.

"Leave! The other party has noticed Nero!"

As soon as Liangyi Luo finished speaking, Medea's body flashed with lavender light.

And Nero, who was running after Medea, had to stop his footsteps.

Although there is still a distance of hundreds of meters between the two sides, this distance is nothing to the heroic spirit.

"How dare you lie to me!"

The tyrant shouted angrily, but no one answered her.

Just seeing that muscular Heroic Spirit, Nero knew that he had been cheated! And now she is unfortunately unable to leave, because that heroic spirit will never let her go!

There can be no peace between the two, one of them must perish here! Because that hatred comes from the saddest struggle of mankind - class struggle!

Chapter 0267

Liang Yiluo put his hands in his pockets, with an indifferent face, standing on the edge of the top of the tall building, under the high-altitude airflow, his untied shawl hair was swaying with the wind, in his sight, two figures were having a fierce battle fighting.

One is a strong man with a height of more than two meters, and the other is a petite girl. These two people have an extremely strong sense of presence, but that sense of presence is completely opposite.

The aftermath of the two people fighting on the street shattered nearby houses. A 6-storey building was also destroyed in the fighting spirit of the two people. Rubbles were flying and dust was filling the air. Sometimes in the ruins, you can see Human corpses.

The Roman tyrant and the murderous gladiator had eyes only for each other.

A tyrant doesn't care about the lives of the people, and a gladiator can sacrifice everything for freedom!

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"Master Luo, fortunately, your order has been fulfilled!"

Medea, accompanied by a purple light, appeared behind Liangyiluo in a thick robe.

The baggy clothes were already a little torn under Nero's attack. It is conceivable that the previous behavior of not being able to exert all her strength and inducing others drained a lot of her energy.

"Thank you, Medea! Are you not injured?"