Chapter 801

She was wearing a pure white outfit that looked like a wedding dress, but if you looked closely, it was still restrained by locks and chains.

"Well... I feel like something is missing."

Wearing a wedding dress, she looked at the stage she had built herself, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, showing an expression of distress and confusion.

She looked around the stage, and there was no one here.

"Is it true that there is still a lack of audience?"

Her expression seemed quite natural, but also a little helpless, "With Yu Tianlai's singing voice, if there is no audience to listen and appreciate, it would be a waste."

"But how do you find an audience in a town like this? Hand out flyers?"

"Oh! In that case, how about I be the audience?"

When she was so entangled, a rough voice came from a place not far from the stage, and then, a figure of a strong man with narrowed eyes and a spiral sword came into her eyes.

There was a bright and generous smile on his face, "My name is Fergus Mark Roy! Beautiful lady, can we spend the night together tonight?"

PS: Sorry, graduation is approaching and I have a lot of things to do. I also have to find a job, so I am very busy. I have to attend the school's graduation ceremony tomorrow, so I have to get up early. I plan to go to bed early tonight, so I'll update it for now. Graduation will really happen after tomorrow. It’s very stressful...

PS2: I will try my best to end this volume within twenty chapters, and leave Xingyue in the next volume.

I graduate today and take a day off.

I graduated from college and am busier than I thought. I'm taking a day off. No update today, sorry.

Chapter 935 The conceived Celtic warrior

"Fergus, is that Fergus from Celtic mythology?"

Celtic mythology is a mythical force that gathers heroes. It is said that the Celtic land was divided into several countries thousands of years ago, two of which were Ulster and Conlai.

The great hero Cu Chulainn was an Ulster man.

Speaking of Fergus, he is the most famous warrior under Maeve, Queen of Conlay, the holder of the Spiral Sword, and is a lifelong friend and enemy of Cu Chulainn.

The story of the love and murder between these two people because of Maeve is a long story, and I won’t go into details here. All you need to know is that he is a hero as famous as Cu Chulainn, and he is very fond of Queen Maeve. Loyalty'—physical.

However, at this moment, this rare hero came to her side and sent her a strange invitation.

"Beautiful lady, can we spend the night together tonight?"

When this sentence reached her ears, a thick smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Although this kind of directness is rash, in the final analysis it is because of Yu's charm, right? Yu understands it very well!"

Her face was filled with pride that "Yu is so charming", and she looked very much in agreement.

She is a very narcissistic person, and this is what she immediately extracted from Fergus's words.

"But, Yu refused."

And immediately, the next moment, she answered Fergus's invitation seriously and resolutely, "I didn't hear any love in your words, all you have is physical lust!"

"Although Yu is an emperor, he has no hobby of promiscuity in the harem!"

"My name is Nero! Nero Claudius! He is the fifth emperor of Rome! Based on what you just said, I am worthy of death for treason, Fergus!"

A girl in a pure white tight-fitting outfit, the Roman Emperor Nero spoke in a sonorous tone, with an expression of absolute determination on his face. She was obviously petite and beautiful, but she was extremely imposing at this moment.

This time it was Fergus' turn to be shocked.

"Nero...is that so? He turned out to be the tyrant of Rome? This is really an incredible servant."

Fergus's eyes narrowed slightly, the expression on his face became serious, and all the frivolity just now disappeared, "In this case, I have to kill you."

"To be honest, you are so beautiful, but I can't sleep with you for one night and have to fight with you. It's really a pity!"

With a very serious expression, he said things that annoyed Nero.

"Is your brain broken?"

Nero frowned and shouted sharply.

"Hahahaha! Don't mind! Okay, let's fight!"

Fergus changed the topic very abruptly. There was no transition from sleeping all night to fighting, but he still had a bold expression on his face.

"...Are all Celtic guys like this?"

To sum it up in one sentence, it is that muscles are bigger than brains, and doing things basically does not rely on thinking, but relies entirely on fists.

"Since you are the famous emperor in history, I will not hesitate to use the power of the queen! Come out, Celtic warriors!"

As soon as he finished speaking, mist-like magic spread around Fergus, from which dozens of fully armed Celtic warriors were born out of nothing!

"!"

At this moment, even Nero's pupils shrank instantly and his expression became astonished.

Queen Maeve is not famous for being good at fighting in the legend. On the contrary, she is famous for being good at controlling warriors. She relies on her body to attract many heroes to fight for her and so on.

And these legends, after sublimation, became Queen Maeve's unique ability to breed Celtic warriors.

The strength of the Celtic warriors is comparable to the mechanical soldiers invented by the President King of the West. They are all muscular and their individual strength is very outstanding. Although it is nothing against a follower of Nero's level, it is nothing compared to a second- or third-rate follower. That said, it still takes a lot of effort.

And once these Celtic warriors gather into an army, the threat becomes as terrifying as the hordes of mechanical soldiers. Even servants of Nero's level must be careful and vigilant. If they are not careful, they may even fall into the trenches. Capsized.

"superior!"

Fergus issued orders to the surrounding Celtic warriors.

A large number of Celtic warriors immediately charged towards Nero on the stage with guns and knives.

"Um?"

Although 733 the charging formation of these dozens of Celtic warriors was very terrifying, Nero noticed its weakness in an instant, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The silver-white long sword in his hand was unsheathed. Nero, holding the primordial fire that turned into silver, actually chose to take the initiative and stepped out of the formation of the Celtic warriors, sweeping the sword across.

"Tsk!"

"Pfft!"

In the blink of an eye, the heads of two or three soldiers had fallen to the ground, and their blood spattered in a coquettish arc.