Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Good news: It's safe.

Bad news: Time traveled again.

Good news: It’s still the same world and the same continent.

Bad news: Not the same timeline!

Bai Yu immediately slapped his knee.

Don't panic if you encounter problems.

There is no use panicking.

Think carefully, analyze carefully and judge carefully.

Calm down and think about it, how should you solve this problem?

it's actually really easy.

First, we have to find Fatty Blue and the time machine...

"Damn it." Bai Yu glared and said, "How can this year be the sixteenth century! The Inquisition hasn't even closed down these days! The Templars are still lending money to the king!"

The tiger man blew his beard and said with a smile: "Please keep your voice down, if you speak so loudly, be careful that the first one will chop you down."

Bai Yu sighed: "Are you really not kidding me?"

The tiger tribe raised an eyebrow: "Why do you care so much about the year? Are you from the future?"

Bai Yu said seriously: "I really am."

"I think you look like a stowaway." The tiger man laughed loudly: "You look like a foreigner."

At this time, another gray-faced middle-aged man on the right cursed with red eyes: "You bandits and robbers, I have been harmed by you!"

The tiger man shrugged and said, "Didn't you also do business with us and make a lot of money?"

"All I earned is my hard-earned money!" the middle-aged businessman scolded: "You should have let me go! If I don't keep my word, I will be killed by you now! I am obviously innocent!"

"Selling food and medicine to our group of rebels is not innocent, and you have made a lot of money." The tiger man licked his teeth: "Who makes you so greedy? This time the price is three times higher than before. "

"I!"

There was constant bickering on the other side.

Bai Yu listened silently, and roughly understood what the situation was.

To put it simply, there was a rebellion in the Roman Empire. There was a local lord who imposed heavy taxes on the demi-race and established a de facto serf system. The lord’s wife believed in black magic and killed young girls of the demi-race and made them out of their blood. After the bathhouse was exposed, the local demihumans were furious. Hundreds of people rushed in, killed the lord, and burned the house. Later, they simply rebelled and quickly gathered troops in the territory.

However, the lord's youngest son was not killed and ran to the church in a nearby metropolis to seek help.

Originally, killing a lord was usually enough to kill the culprit, but becoming a rebel was another matter.

The Holy Church dispatched the Templar Knights. Several local nobles were worried about the expansion of the rebellion, so they also recruited some mercenaries and sent out family knights to form a team of two thousand people to fight against them.

The peasant rebels had little fighting power. The rebels were quickly defeated, and the culprits were quickly killed. Those who refused to surrender were caught and sent directly to the execution ground.

That's the story.

In the European Middle Ages and even the feudal era of Bactria, this kind of thing can be said to be common. The slain lords were definitely not innocent, but these rebels were not completely innocent either. When the latter took up arms, they would It will inevitably be accompanied by acts of burning, killing and looting... Will King Chuang really not accept food when he comes?

This tiger man was one of the people who actually participated in the battle. He was a gladiator in the past. He planned to die on the battlefield, but he survived, refused to surrender, and was sent to the execution ground.

As for the other two people on the carriage, one was a greedy businessman who sold food and medicine to the rebels; the other was a thin, taciturn man with an inconspicuous appearance.

After confirming that what these people said was correct, Bai Yu was certain that he had really returned to the sixteenth century.

After all, if the word "rebel" appeared in Rome in the 21st century, it would only be said to be too humorous.

It was confirmed that the 'Chronicle of Heroes' can still be used as usual, and his own cultivation is intact, but he is slightly injured.

Bai Yu couldn't help but start to think about why he traveled through time.

This is definitely not Mother Long's handiwork, nor is her plug-in taking effect.

The Mother of Dragons was nowhere to be seen, and there was no record of it in the chronicles.

Then the only answer is ‘Michael’s right wrist’.

If the true effect of this sacred object is that it can travel through time and space, then it is completely understandable that it is valued by demigods.

Before Bai Yu lost consciousness, he released a sun fist against the holy object. It seems that it triggered some special mechanism, allowing him to travel through time and space.

Whether that was the case or not, he didn't know.

The best thing to do is to try again.

"In other words, if I want to go back, I need to hit Michael's wife with another sun punch."

Bai Yu fell into deep thought.

It's not a question of whether you want to let go of the sun or not.

First of all, I’m not sure whether the ‘holy object’ traveled through time with me, maybe it stayed on the other side;

Secondly, suppose that the ‘holy object’ came together, but maybe it fell into the hands of the Dragon Mother or someone else?

In the end, rather than looking for the lost 'holy object', it would be better to find another 'holy object'.

This is Rome in the sixteenth century.

The ‘right wrist of Michael’ also exists in this time and space, and it is preserved in the Holy Church.

Bai Yu put his hand on his forehead.

Do you want to make a guest appearance as Arsene Robin?

Go back five hundred years and become a Phantom Thief?

While he was struggling, the carriage had already arrived at the execution site.

Bai Yu looked to the left and right. The scene here really looked like the opening scene of Lao Gun Wu.

Even the buildings are not made of cement, but are made of irregular bricks and stones. The height of the city wall is not very high, and the fortress is not particularly strong. After all, it is just a temporary fortress. The ancient Romans usually built this kind of fortress. It is used as a post station.

There is no global network in this era, and information transmission is very inconvenient.

"Come down."

There were about a dozen Templars in the execution ground, as well as a priest responsible for prayers and a secretary responsible for recording.

The secretary is responsible for recording names, and the pastor is responsible for praying.

"I can be very sure that your bodies can return to your hometown after death." The secretary said to the last person, then looked at Bai Yu, noticing that his appearance was different from that of Westerners, and after hesitating for a second, he said, "As for you , I can guarantee you will get the opportunity to be buried in the cemetery."

Bai Yu complained: "Obviously I am not a rebel?"

"It's not important, because you and the meteorite you brought killed many soldiers and mercenaries. Both the nobles and the church need a result." The secretary said: "I'm sorry."

He also knew most of the people who had passed by, and expressed not much but some sympathy.

At this time it was the businessman's turn. He was sweating on his forehead and immediately knelt down to pray, shouting, "I am a believer," "I paid tithes," "I shed blood for the church," and I just made a few mistakes that every businessman would do. Mistakes made 'Give me another chance'.

But the Templar captain on the side didn't care at all and dragged him directly to the execution ground.

The pastor began to pray: "May your soul be forgiven by the Lord, may your sins be washed away in hell, our great..."

The tiger man who originally looked indifferent suddenly cursed: "Shut up! Great ancestral spirit! If you have the guts, give me a good one!"

His ferocious appearance made the pastor's voice freeze, and he did not even finish reciting the original prayer for forgiveness.

The Templar said indifferently: "As you wish."

The next moment, the sword was unsheathed, and the silver fighting spirit was swung out, cutting off the tiger man's head.

The huge head rolled along the ground.

Bai Yu turned sideways to avoid the blood.

The businessman was splattered with blood and jumped up in fright.

"Bring the next prisoner up!"

It's the businessman's turn.

The businessman's legs shook with fear and he almost wet his pants.

He tried his best to get close to the speaker here, and said tremblingly to the Templar captain: "I, I will give you money... I have a lot of money, and I can donate all my property to the church. Me, Yato and I Baron K has business dealings."

They talked a lot, and without exception they were begging for mercy. They only increased the leverage of the inducement, and the price was raised to 800 Roman gold coins.

The knight captain in charge of the execution looked at the businessman and pondered for a few seconds: "I have to think about this."

"As long as you can let me go, I am willing to give everything." The businessman begged.

"Well, I've thought about it." The knight captain glanced at the businessman and said, "I have to talk to your mother."

The businessman was happy at first, and then stunned: "But my parents are no longer alive."

The knight captain smiled: "So we don't have to talk."

Draw your sword and kill.

The businessman fell to the ground suddenly.

"Bring in the next prisoner!"

Bai Yu doesn't care.

But someone was one step ahead of him.

He was a thin, taciturn man sitting in a carriage, with an unattractive appearance.

At this time, veins popped up on his hands, and his eyeballs were slightly protruding with bloodshot eyes.

"You want to kill me Basaka? It's not that easy!"

Click, click, click...collapse!

The skinny man's muscles suddenly bulged out, and he broke free from the shackles and chains all over his body. He roared to the sky, and his height of more than one meter swelled to two meters. His muscles swelled like air. He directly grabbed a Templar knight next to him and single-handedly Throw your hand and break the blockade.

"It's the Berserker!"

"He can go crazy without seeing blood?"

"He bit off his tongue!"

In the commotion of a few words, the berserker rushed towards the blockade, and was about to climb over the wall to freedom.

Suddenly a stream of light flashed, and the Berserker hit the speeding fireball head-on. His upper body exploded on the spot, turning into bright fireworks.

In the center of the execution ground, a mage in gray robe put away his staff.

The captain of the Templar Knights waved his hand, covering his mouth and nose and said: "Next one, come up."

Of the prisoners in the car, he was the only one who died.

Bai Yu raised his head and looked at the sky.

I wonder if a dragon mother should jump down from the sky at this time and kill everyone here, help clear the place, and open up a way for myself to escape?

Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water...but there are no dragons.

It would be great even if a great pansi god gave me three moles.

After being distracted for a moment, Bai Yu didn't hear the repeated urgings of the knight captain on the other side.

The Templar knight had exhausted his patience. He snorted coldly, drew his sword and came over, and immediately slashed at the young man's neck with a sharp sword light.

Just when he thought the result would be the same as the others, he just heard a sound of "appropriateness".

His silver fighting spirit exploded with all his strength, but he couldn't get even three feet closer to the opponent.

Weapons are invulnerable to the body.

The knight captain still exerted all his strength, but it only caused his feet to sink deeper into the ground.

His eyes widened, and then he burst into anger. After slashing several swords in succession, the weapon failed to hold up and broke into pieces.

"Who the hell are you!" The knight captain was shocked and angry.

Bai Yu smiled and broke free from the shackles on his body. His gentle movement was as easy as tearing a piece of paper.

"If I tell you that I am in the fourth realm of transcendence, will you regret using my head to appease those local nobles and for military merit?"

He faced the increasingly frightened gaze of the knight captain with extremely contracted pupils and said calmly: "Is it any use if I regret it?"