Your type of online game is too fake, right?

After ten times the sensitivity, just such a light touch, the pain it brings is almost equivalent to cutting off the whole finger-but this kind of pain is just right for Dubin.Compared with the time when I broke my ribs with ten times the pain before, this slight pain can only be regarded as refreshing.

Refreshing must be refreshing, after all, the smell from outside the blanket is a bit too psychedelic.

It should be the use of spices, which are mixed with a lot of calming ingredients. Of course, if it's just like this, it won't make Dubin feel like an enemy. What really makes him hard to resist is the smell that doesn't belong to spices. In a sense, this is the first time he has smelled the special smell from the human body.

It's not the post-exercise sweat smell that he often encounters, but a more special smell, slightly sweet like honey, but not too sticky. Unique to Silk Dairy...

No, I can’t study it in detail. If you study it further, the meaning of refreshing will be gone.

"So, you should be ready, right? Today is your death day."

With a sigh, Dubin tore off the blanket wrapped around his body, and broke the blade of the bronze dagger with his fingers.

He doesn't need a whole short sword, only half of the blade is enough to kill people.

"What last words... hmm?"

To Dubin's surprise, the Roman emperor in red in front of him had no intention of fighting back at all.Facing the sharp blade in his fingertips, the girl in the red robe casually dropped the broken sword in her hand, and just lay down on the ground.

"You want my life too, you all seem to want my life...Since you all want me dead so much, then take it yourself."

Saying this, the red-clothed girl spread out her arms in a hug-like gesture, which was simply defenseless.

"Come on, do what you want, pierce me with the blade of your hand... or something else, that's all you want to do anyway, isn't it?"

"What I want is freedom."

Facing the seductive gesture shown by the girl in red, Du Bin only frowned.

"We made an appointment, a performance, in exchange for freedom, but you broke the appointment."

"It doesn't matter, I am the emperor."

The girl in red clenched her teeth.

"I can give you anything you want, but not this one."

"You can only be my things forever, even if I die."

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 145 Chapter 130 Six Eternal Reincarnation in Roman Hell ([-] words)

The broken blade cut open the neck of the girl in red as a matter of course.

Indeed, judging from the words of the girl in red, it looks like there are some hidden missions, but Dubin said that he is too lazy to do such obscure and secret missions. You must know that the one he hates the most is the Riddler. Just being blackmailed.

But now, the two things he hated the most happened to be together.

Then there is nothing to talk about, just chop off one by one.

First, he let out the wind to the guards, saying that something happened to the Roman emperor, and then Dubin knocked down all the guards who dared to come in and take a look-as for those who went out to report the news, they would put those important ministers and senators All the powerful officials of the court brought them back to this rather luxurious manor.

As long as you come in, you won't be able to get out, the death hidden in the dark will swallow everything here.

Everything went on in an orderly manner.

Slaughtering a city is not something that can be accomplished overnight, especially when there is only one person.Since it was impossible to form an encirclement, and it was impossible to block all traffic arteries at the same time, booby-killing became the best choice at this moment.

In one night, one-third of the ministers and elders stepped into this land of death in chaos. They were all killed in an ambush, and no one escaped the manor alive.

Of course, such a murderous act cannot be completely hidden. After a large number of people died, the Senate finally reacted—they immediately announced that the emperor was assassinated, and the dangerous assassins were desecrating the remains of His Majesty the Emperor. The guards on the outskirts of the city came in and began to attack the manor that was lurking in danger.

Of course, this will not make much sense. In this year when there are no weapons of mass destruction, the damage that a top armored warrior can do is extremely astonishing.Of course, what's more important is that these Roman Guards have never seen this kind of fighting style across the ages - most of the time they are mainly responsible for dealing with the surrounding barbarians. No matter how brave those barbarian warriors are, they often only Choose to lead the charge.

And it was the first time they had seen such a thing as now, relying on tyrannical personal force to pull the entire army to fight mobile warfare in an urban environment.

When encountering a completely unsuitable style of play without experience, failure is almost inevitable.

"Don't divide the troops! Don't divide the troops!"

The centurion in charge shouted, trying to maintain the formation of the army, even though he knew in his heart that such a thing was meaningless—just because almost every piece of those flying boulders could smash the shield , Even the wooden tower shields in the hands of the peripheral soldiers are the same, but the javelins counterattacked by the soldiers can't hit anyone at all, they can only be nailed to the ground.

If you stand in formation, you will definitely be beaten, and every throw of the enemy can take away a life. This is a slow and firm death oppression, forcing these Roman guards to divide their troops and advance.

But once they choose to press ahead with the arrest...then there's nothing left.

The huge manor seems to be a huge mouth that swallows life, as long as people fill it in, they will disappear completely.In fact, before this centurion, three centurions had filled in, and none of them came out alive, not even one.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The extreme fear oppressed the nerves, and even the well-trained centurion couldn't help shouting at the top of his lungs at this moment. This may be to strengthen his courage, or to deter the enemies lurking in the dark by shouting.

But it was clear that his enemies would not care about this deterrence.

So a moment later, a short sword chopped off the centurion's head.

"A few more batches have to be killed."

Du Bin, who drew out his dagger, wiped the plasma on his forehead, like an old farmer working diligently in the field.

It's just that what he harvested was not melons and fruits, but heads one after another.

A fourth centurion, but not enough.Although he didn't know how many troops were stationed outside the city of Rome, it was obviously not just four hundred—so after cleaning up the corpses, he sent two more centurions in.

Then no one came.

This made Dubin a little disappointed. It can only be said that there are still fewer warriors in the city of Rome, but this is not a bad thing. As he expected, he saw the huge bed crossbow as soon as he went out. These mechanical creations, which are already top-notch in this era, burst out with powerful firepower.

But that still meant nothing to Dupin.

He has seen this thing, and has seen it more than once.This kind of weapon is quite powerful at the moment, but it is already a backward thing in the French mission line.It is still too far away to use this kind of thing to kill him, even if he is unarmed now.

But this is already the most powerful weapon that the Roman Legion can produce.

After all weapons can't be finalized, all they can rely on is a firm will.

Of course, a firm will may not necessarily allow them to achieve any victory, but at least it can make them less painful when facing death.

"It's really a good job... There are no deserters after killing half of the manpower. You are already very good."

After casually stabbing the last centurion who was still standing, Dubin raised his hand and closed his eyes for him.

Then, he closed his eyes himself.

He closed and opened his eyes, but what appeared in front of him was not the familiar personal space. Right now, he was still surrounded by the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and the picture scroll of hell that he personally created.

wrong.

Something is wrong.

It stands to reason that after killing the supreme ruler of this land, he should be cleared out of the mission line because he was too big - after all, this was the case in the previous mission lines. When the order of the party was completely defeated, he went directly to his personal space to read the article.

But this time, it was different.

Until now, he has not quit.

What is wrong?Dubin is not very clear. After all, in order to be able to withdraw, he killed many ministers in the court and powerful officials of the Senate. Almost all those in power have been wiped out by him. Right now, Rome has been emptied by him. Shell, the so-called order has long since disappeared - in a sense, although the manpower is a bit short, this time he did it more thoroughly than in Paris last time.

After all, I have experience this time, and I am organized and planned. It will definitely be more efficient than doing things with my head.

To Dubin's disappointment, he hasn't quit yet.

"This... what else can I do?"

Standing on the mountain of corpses, looking at the ruined wasteland around him, Du Bin was suddenly a little confused.

It seems... there is nothing else to do, the fight here is almost over, the Roman troops will not come again, and no warrior dares to continue to fight.

Of course, he can continue to rush into the city and continue to slaughter with his superhuman force, but that kind of thing... Although it is a massacre of the city, even if it is just in the game, attacking ordinary people who have no resistance is still Kinda, boring.

If there are any masters among the Roman civilians, Dubin would be happy to fight head-to-head with them. If these Roman civilians are armed by someone, he doesn't mind competing with them on the battlefield, but like As it is now, those Romans have already seen him and ran away. It would be too abstract to chase after others to hack.

So, after a moment of thinking, Du Bin clicked on the system bar and chose to force quit.

And his figure also turned the blade at the same time, aiming at himself.

The sharp blade pierced the neck, and the blood spilled into the sky.

There is no way out, the quest line has no intention of ending at all, and there is no gain in continuing to fight, so he can only give up this choice and start again as agreed with Lao Luo before.

Of course, although the performance of the cutscenes was a knife for myself, Dubin's consciousness had been pulled out at that time, so there was no pain - but due to the strong sense of substitution in the game, the official does not encourage this kind of The behavior of attacking himself, so he still took a weak penalty after the forced retreat.

The weakness penalty lasted for 10 minutes. During these 10 minutes, if he entered the quest line again, his attributes would be reduced proportionally. However, this was nothing to Dubin. He just needed some time to contact Houmi.

"How are you over there?"

Therefore, Du Bin, who withdrew, sent a message to Lao Luo immediately.

"Have you quit? Come back and form another group."

"I left early, I'll be waiting for you."

Lao Luo directly sent a team invitation.

"By the way, have you gained anything here?"

"Let me see……"

Dubin opened the task bar and started to browse, but immediately he frowned.

Just because, his task bar is empty right now.

There is no completion record, which is understandable. After all, this quest line is indeed badly done, but there is no failure record, which is outrageous. You must know that after the mission fails, the file will be kept. What is this empty thing? What's going on?

No, it seems that it cannot be said to be empty.

Just because in his line of sight, there is still a line of small words nailed to the blank space of the taskbar.

【Slave contract】

【Grade: D+】

[Type: Contract]

[Introduction: As a slave of the Roman Emperor, you have no harvest of your own, and everything you accomplish belongs to the Roman Emperor]

[Passive Slave: During the duration of this state, only the Roman special task line can be carried out until freedom is restored]

【"Everything about you is mine, including yourself." -Roman Emperor Nero]

"...I see through!"

After seeing the fine print and the unfaded slave seal on his body, Du Bindeng, who had just entered the mission hall, immediately grabbed Lao Luo by the collar.

"Didn't you tell me that this animal stamp will disappear when you come back? How can you bring it back?"