Thirteen Roses, who has not received any love education from the Tenth Knight Legion for more than two hundred years, still has not understood why she was beaten.
"Wait a moment, you two. I will go back to Rome with you to meet with Caesar, the dictator." Palmiro chased out and greeted in the direction of Virgilio and Renato.
"Oh, the Fifth Skylark." Virgilio glanced at Palmiro. After Caesar was resurrected, Virgilio's connection with these legions was obviously strengthened. At least before, the two sides were almost passers-by. Now, at least they have a fight.
call.
Well, because the other party was once a direct descendant of Caesar, as for the blocking of light and shadow, don't be ridiculous. Even if you can cut through the light, won't the tenth knight shine on his own and say hello?
It was also because the other party was once a direct descendant of the emperor.
Maybe there were many reasons in the past, but the Tenth Knight Legion firmly believed that when the Emperor comes back, these guys will unite around the Emperor again. Of course, this time they unite, they must be the boss. I couldn't say this before,
Now, hum hum hum, look what this is!
The Tenth Knight Legion is reasonable after all, and physics can be regarded as a kind of reason. In the past, in front of those direct descendants of Caesar, I couldn't tell that I was the boss, even if his fists could defeat these guys.
They were all knocked to the ground, but this could not solve the bloodline problem.
However, now Virgilio has achieved the miracle that the Tenth Knight Legion has not completed for more than two hundred years. He has successfully changed his bloodline and has a superior status. They now also have the eagle emblem customized by Caesar himself.
So after completing the first step to become a direct lineage, the tenth knight has begun to move towards the goal of being the boss. The fifth skylark, the ninth Spain, the twelve thunder and lightning throws, the thirteen roses, and the fourteenth combination, although they are all fish-belly legions.
But they are all under the Emperor. First, let these people admit that the 10th Eagle Banner Corps is the boss.
As for whether there will be any problems in the process, in Virgilio's opinion, there is no problem. The most difficult step has been passed. The remaining steps only need to be rational and not physical, and there is nothing that can't be solved.
Well, the current Virgilio never expected that as the commander of the Tenth Knights Legion, he would be driven away. Probably because his worship of Caesar was not perverted enough. In the later showdown with these legions,
He was beaten by a group of people because of his carelessness.
Of course, Virgilio, who does not know these things now, has a very stable mentality with the idea that I will soon become the first direct line under Caesar.
With this mentality, Virgilio looked at Palmiro and was obviously a little excited. Isn't the meaning of life in this world to show off their faces in front of these people who were once the direct descendants of Caesar and let them know who is the real direct descendant?
, who is the boss?
Palmiro glanced at Virgilio with some confusion, inexplicably feeling that Virgilio had a psychological advantage over him, but thinking about this guy's record, he didn't say anything.
The three of them walked together, and only after they separated from the camp of the Tenth Knight Legion did Renato realize the doubts in his heart.
"Palmiro, tell me what's going on? Why was no one paying attention when I complained in the morning?" Renato said with a depressed look, "Can't you even say a few words about the integrity of the magistrate?
A word of conscience?"
This was a bit outrageous, but Palmiro did not refute it. After all, anyone who had been beaten up and came to Perennis with a reasonable and legal request to argue, only to be dismissed by the other party in a semi-foolish manner would be a little angry.
Even if it is because of the current situation that the Tenth Knight Legion cannot actually handle it due to its achievements and strength, at least it must be acceptable in terms of face. What does it mean in the end? The favoritism is not so partial, it is really a bit too much!
"Uh, Renato, don't you know that the Tenth Knight Legion fighting the Thirteen Rose Legion is a legacy of history? And the Tenth Knight Legion will often fight the Thirteen Rose Legion in a certain period of time, and even your talents are so praised.
It was typed." Palmiro said helplessly.
"..." Renato was stunned, "I have heard of the following legend, but isn't this a legend? Don't tell me this is true."
"Unfortunately, this is actually a fact, because you are the personal guards of Caesar, and the Tenth Knight Legion is not a direct descendant of Caesar. In addition, Thirteen Roses experienced many difficulties with Caesar, and the Tenth Knight seems to think that all
All the difficulties are because you are too weak..." Palmiro sighed and began to convey to Renato what Perennis told them.
Of course, because these things are hidden under history, although there are descriptions, there are obvious traces of twists and turns, and it is impossible for the Tenth Knight Legion to reveal that it was because of jealousy that it changed beyond recognition, so it beat the Thirteen Roses and turned
Changed to a noble reason.
In other words, Julius Caesar made those wars so difficult because of you noobs. If I were in the position of Thirteen Roses, I would just run over if I hesitated or hesitated. And Egypt, you guys
The rookie was actually maimed, and the great emperor was in deep trouble. If I were there, I would just run him over.
All in all, the reason is very noble, and at least it doesn't seem to be a bit embarrassing.
"Does that mean the tenth beating of us is for our own good?" Renato said with a dark face.
"Although it is incredible, they have indeed improved your combat effectiveness. After all, a living Legion of Miracles comes to you for discussion when there is something wrong. For most people, it is really rare." Palmiro said on the face.
A slight look of envy appeared, "But don't worry, the Tenth Knight Legion will not attack beyond a certain limit, and no one was killed."
Renato's cheeks twitched twice after hearing this, "In other words, this is all, do I still need to thank them?"
"In fact, after the death of His Majesty Caesar, this kind of thing rarely happens. In the past hundred years or so, the Tenth Knight Legion has rarely fought against the Thirteen Roses. But look, isn't His Majesty Caesar showing up again?"
Armiro spread his hands, as if this was the reality.
"You think I'm weak, so you beat me?" Renato said with a dark face.
"Yes, you have also seen that the Tenth Knight Legion got serious and faced three talents and military souls at the same time. It also brought an imperial will and cut it down. So in his opinion, we are indeed quite weak, and the Ten
The Three Roses are actually the bodyguards of Caesar, and are responsible for protecting him." Palmiro is like an excellent literary critic who has examined the emotions from the text that the author does not possess, and speaks eloquently, even including
Renato convinced.
"I want to curse," Renato said with a dark face.
"Go ahead and scold me. I think during the time of Emperor Caesar, all the legion commanders of the Thirteen Roses wanted to scold you." Palmiro sighed and said, "But it's okay. At least you have a super legion training with you every day.
It’s good for your growth.”
"..." Leianto felt like he was about to cry, but he didn't know why. Intuitively, he didn't feel the idea of the Tenth Knight Legion at all.
On the other side, Virgilio has already begun to recruit the soldiers of the Tenth Knight Legion. After eating and drinking enough, after a night of training, his injuries have basically recovered, and he can start summarizing and giving lectures after the war.
"I'm very dissatisfied with yesterday's performance!" Virgilio said loudly after purging all the soldiers. "It took so long to resolve a half-broken military spirit army and a half-broken three-talented army. Don't you think?
Do you know that the Emperor is watching us?"
"Also, we actually let that guy from Aldashir run away. At that time, we said that we were going to tear that guy apart to pay homage to the Thirteen Roses. It was because we didn't get the other person's head to pay homage to the Thirteen Roses. You all saw the result.
That guy from Three Roses is alive again, and he was resurrected by the Emperor himself!" Virgilio roared at the top of his lungs.
"You must know that we don't care about the other legions. Only Thirteen Roses always fights with us. Although they can neither fight nor have strong defenses. They are often hacked to pieces and beaten to death, but the emperor always fights with us.
As one's personal bodyguard, this is the gap, don't you understand!" Virgilio's roar made all the soldiers of the Tenth Knight Legion feel a sense of crisis.
"Starting from today, I will intensify my training. Everyone will give me extra training. The goal is to transcend the state without using my will. I was beaten by the First Auxiliary Legion in a state of rampage. Stand up and hit them with three punches!" Virgilio roared.
Alessandro of the First Auxiliary Legion was very talkative when he heard this in the camp next door. He did not use his will to transcend the state and forcefully ate the full liberation of our legion. Are you crazy? This physical fitness must be strong.
To what extent, if I remember correctly, Ardashir's Holy Death Rider was in a miraculous state, and it was destroyed by such a punch, and you actually had to take it as usual!
However, when Alessandro was suspicious, the roar of the Knight Legion came from the camp next door, "For the glory of the Emperor!"
I don’t know why after hearing this, Alessandro, who was full of doubts, couldn’t help but feel a little shaken. Maybe the group of lunatics next door could really reach that level. Without saying a word, he was about to be injured.
All the non-heavy soldiers were gathered together. The guy next door is so strong that he is almost unbelievably strong. He is still training so crazily. How can we stop?
Practice, practice until you die, get up after three punches from me and continue to fight, practice, practice until you can even blow up those bastards of the Tenth Knight next door with one punch. After eighty-four years of hard work, you have just reached the point where you can fight with me.
The three-talented army that has just entered the Miracle is fighting to the death. It proves that this path is correct. Keep practicing. Eighty-four years is not enough, so one hundred and eighty-four years!
