Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

Until the night comes...

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In the silent city, only the footsteps of the tyrant reverberated. Even if no one around saw her, she still maintained her pride and grace.

A wave of magical power came, and the Lord of Rome stopped and stared at the nodes of magical power in the air.

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

"Are you a magician who peeped at my face!"

Suddenly a strange red sword appeared in her hand, and the Lord of Rome was obviously looking up, but her movements can only make people think of looking down.

"Introduce myself, my name is Medea, the king from Rome!"

"Huh?"

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

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

I planned to say the name of Mediana's betrayal of the witch, but when Nero was about to say something, he changed his meaning.

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

The tyrant, wearing a fiery red coat, with his chest that is completely disproportionate to King Arthur's chest, is serious with an aria, and graceful like everyone playing!

"I am the prince 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 that was not remembered by Liang Yiluo, His Majesty the Emperor of Rome raised the original fire in his hand!

"No matter where you are the king, I can't let you disturb your plan!"

Medea strictly implemented the policy of Liang Yiluo, and didn't talk to Nero at all. The broad robe turned into a bat shape, and the six magic array appeared, and then fell like a meteorite in an instant!

"Sure enough, he is a barbarian, and he attacked without saying a word. It's not graceful!"

With a slight leap, he avoided Medea's attack, and the king of Rome danced gracefully, as if performing in an opera house.

With a serious look, Nero jumped up directly, and the original fire slashed away at Medea!

Facing the emperor's attack, the betrayed witch did not dare to think too much, but was flying in the air with her magic, occasionally sending out countless magic bullets to stop Nero's attack.

However, this Roman tyrant, no matter how arrogant she is, she does have amazing powers. She moves extremely fast when jumping high, and even Medea can’t keep up. It’s just between a few hands. A crack appeared 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 in a tall building, watching Medea's situation through magic. Even if the magic power is sufficient, Medea cannot defeat Nero with pure magic!

Then...

"Follow the original plan, Medea..."

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"Sure enough, you deserve to be King Luo's king. I alone can't defeat you."

"However, my task has been completed, so let's see you next time, Lord of Rome!"

As if he was just a tentative pawn, Medea smiled softly. At the same time, with a wave of her hand, she summoned many soldiers like skeletons. Although hundreds of soldiers could not injure one of Nero's cold hair, they could also temporarily prevent her from moving.

"En? Are there any accomplices?"

Nero didn't even look at the skeletons that suddenly appeared in front of him, but stared straight at the direction Medea was flying away. With a wave of the original fire in his hand, dozens of skeletons were instantly crushed under the strong grudge!

"Humph!"

Ignoring the skeleton soldiers, Nero directly caught up with Medea, and Medea flew around as if very anxious. Occasionally, the magic that wanted to launch a short distance movement was interrupted by the sword in his hand by the emperor behind.

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

"Go straight ahead, turn right, go straight, turn left, when you encounter a crossroad, you can start the magic that you prepared before!"

Liang Yiluo's instructions were passed to Medea's mind lightly.

"Understood, Lord Luo!"

Responding to Liang Yi Luo, Medea continued her acting skills at the same time.

Following Liang Yiluo's command, Medea came to the destination while stumbling, and there she saw a mighty man.

"Leave! The other party has noticed Nero!"

As soon as the two voices fell, Medea flashed with lavender light.

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

Although there is still a distance of hundreds of meters between the two sides, this distance is not a big deal to the heroic spirit.

"Dare to lie to me!"

The tyrant shouted angrily, but no one responded to her.

Only when he saw the muscular heroic spirit, Nero knew that he had been deceived! But now she is unfortunately unable to leave, because that heroic spirit will never let her go!

There is no way to make peace between the two, and one of them must fall here! Because that hatred comes from the saddest struggle of mankind-the class struggle!

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Liang Yiluo put his hands in his pockets, his face indifferent, standing at the edge of the top of the tall building, under the high-altitude airflow, his untied shawl hair swayed with the wind, in his sight, the two figures were going fiercely. fighting.

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

The aftermath of the two fighting on the street shattered nearby houses. A 6-storey building was also destroyed in their vindictiveness. The rubble was fluttering and the dust was filled. Sometimes in the ruins, I saw The tragic corpse of mankind.

Roman tyrants and ferocious sword fighters only had each other in their eyes.

Tyrants don't care about people's lives, sword fighters can sacrifice everything for freedom!

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"Master Luo, fortunately not insulting your life, your order is complete!"

With a purple light, Medea appeared behind Liang Yi Luo in a generous robe.

The large clothes were already a little torn under Nero's attack. It is conceivable that the previous behavior that was unable to exert all her strength and induced others has consumed her great energy.

"Thank you, Medea! Isn't it hurt?"