final doomsday

The afterglow of the sunset spreads on the window, covering the girl leaning against the window and playing the piano with a soft golden gauze. The melodious and pleasant sound of the piano slowly flows out in the girl's hands, nourishing the listener like a gentle stream.

The soul makes them fascinated.

This is another hobby of Nero in addition to duels. Every day, she would perform her talents to the Roman people at the window of her bedroom. Sometimes she would play the piano and sing, sometimes she would recite poems, sometimes she would draw, and lucky observers

She can also get paintings depicted by her handwriting. Her singing voice is elegant and melodious, her poetry is tactful and moving, and her paintings are delicate and vivid. I have to say that she is a very outstanding artist.

This was her unintentional act, but it also gained a high reputation among the people of Rome and made her more popular. After all, there were many emperors with artistic talents, both ancient and modern times, and both at home and abroad.

But not many people can perform well in front of all ordinary people. Safety issues are one thing, and more importantly, a difference between superiors and inferiors.

At the end of the song, Nero slowly withdrew his fingers from the strings, but the people listening below seemed to be still immersed in the music and could not extricate themselves, and for a moment she was silent. She was not upset. She had seen many such scenes, and even more

I know that the next moment may be a tsunami cheer.

This is exactly the case.

The people who came back to their senses praised the talents of their rulers loudly. Perhaps there was speculation from flatterers, but more were still sincere. Perhaps they would say something against their will because of the blade on their necks.

, but now there are no soldiers here not only without weapons, but no powerful people threaten them to praise them.

The reason why they cheered was just for the outstanding talent of the girl in front of them, that's all.

As the emperor, the girl stood up and saluted her, just like the artists who could see everywhere thanked her for the praise she received.

The people knew that today's artistic time belonging to His Majesty the Emperor had ended, so they bowed and dispersed in order.

"Teacher Seneca, what's my song?" Nero asked with a smile while leaning against the window. The fiery red light fell on her face, like a beautiful picture.

The person she called a teacher was already a man of knowing destiny. He would have a long time to retire and receive elderly insurance in the future. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a long life in ancient times, where his lifespan was generally not long. He should have been

I spent my old age at home like other peers, but I still had to work hard for the empire at this time.

Because he is the teacher of the emperor in front of him, he is also a member of this huge empire.

"Your Majesty's musical level has improved again, which is really enviable." The old man from the Seneca said sincerely.

"The teacher's creative achievements are something I can't match. I can only do this." Nero smiled slightly and was in a very good mood.

However, the next moment she looked solemn and she directly entered the topic.

"Teacher, how did you investigate that matter?"

Seneca immediately calmed down and replied seriously: "Your Majesty, Agripina has indeed come into contact with people from that religion. But they did it very secretly. I have ordered people to follow this line to investigate.

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"Is that right?" Nero looked towards the sunset. The fiery red sunset brought the last warmth of today to the earth, but could not dispel the coldness in her heart.

"They still didn't move?"

The old Seneca shook his head and said with a worried look: "Apart from missionary, they did not do anything out of the ordinary. But I always feel that it is wrong. Their development is too fast, and the number of believers has reached a level that we cannot ignore.

The point."

Nero sighed and said, "I know, but I can't do anything extreme. These believers and missionaries have always been obedient. If forced to be wiped out, they may cause civil unrest." At this point, she showed regret.

Expression and self-blame continued, "I'm also blaming me, if I stopped them from the beginning..."

"This is not your Majesty's fault." The old man from Seneca decisively interrupted His Majesty's words and said seriously, "Your Majesty, there are many religions in the world. There will always be new sects appearing and disappearing. No one can

Foreseeing the future, I am like this, and so are you."

He paused and sighed, "After all, we are just mortals."

"We are not born with unique powers, nor can we last forever in the world. But it is precisely because we are all mortals who will try to create and move forward. Perhaps this world is a picture created by God, but in

The one who depicts all kinds of moving scenery above is us mortals, right? Teacher Seneca."

"You are right, Your Majesty." The old man Seneca bowed his head respectfully.

Nero stretched out his hand, as if holding the sunset in his palm: "The age of God has ended, and now is the age of our mortals!"

We will grow old, die, be sad and suffer. Because we are mortals with flesh and blood, not gods without blood and tears.

But because of this, we fight and try to leave our own traces in this world.

This should be an epic for us mortals, not a classic of gods!

"Continue to check, Mr. Senega." Nero took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. She was the emperor of the Roman Empire, and all the Romans were her subjects. Whether they believed in that strange religion or not

, this cannot be changed.

It is precisely because of the emperor that we have to move forward for our subjects. This is the glory of the emperor and the destiny of the emperor.

"Yes, your Majesty."

The old man from Seneca bowed and left the emperor's study, and only His Majesty the Emperor was left in the empty room.

"Mother, mother, what are you thinking..."

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The night was dark and quiet. But the light of the torch dispelled the darkness, and the noisy voices broke the sleep of the beast. The soldiers holding sharp blades and shields walked through the forest, shouting anxiously the name of His Majesty the Emperor.

Tonight, their noble emperor suddenly disappeared on the way back to the city from the suburbs, which almost made the soldiers who respect her mutiny. Under the command of the Guards Commander Sykestus Bruce, the entire Guards' Corps

He rushed to the suburbs like a chicken blood, almost turning over the entire land.

The central figure of the incident is intact at the moment, just looking at the sky quietly.

Nero stood among the corpse. His white dress was soaked with blood, and it was wet on the girl's delicate skin. The smell of blood filled the surroundings, but the beasts that came from blood did not dare to step forward.

In the slightest. If you are in the arena, blood will symbolize bravery and glory, and even scars will be the merits of soldiers.

But she was not happy at all now. The anger in her chest almost turned into a substantial flame.

These are all the blood of the imperial people.

They were not sprinkled in the battle to guard the country, but were sadly stained on His Majesty the Emperor.

Wild beasts have no human wisdom, but are more sensitive than humans. They long to eat flesh and blood, but the biped beast is far more terrifying than any enemy they have ever seen.

Even beasts are like this, what about humans?

They rushed up foolishly, and each of them lost their lives.

The strong smell of blood spread out, and the soldiers who had been licking blood on their blades all year round came here sensitively along the smell of the wind. But they only dared to surround them like wild animals, and they couldn't breathe.

This is the first time they have seen His Majesty the Emperor's rage.

The Majesty who showed his bravery with them would also get angry, but at most he would be said, "You idiot, do you want to die!" or "idiot. Your wife is still waiting for you to go back. Are you willing to die here?

"The most serious criticism of His Majesty they admire is to scold people as "stupid".

Your Majesty, who is so angry that he doesn't say a word?

Then, it was probably a moment of peace before the heavy rain.

When the commander of the Guards, Bruce, arrived, saw such an emperor. The soldiers did not dare to step forward, but he could not.

"Your Majesty, we're late." Bruce gritted his teeth and saluted. He was uneasy. The dead bodies on the ground were all elites of the Guards, after all, these were all the guards of His Majesty the Emperor.

But they were all dead, and no one left. The kind-hearted His Majesty Nero never killed innocent people. The slaves who dared to set their swords on her in the arena were sometimes pardoned, some could join the army of the Roman Empire, and even

It is her own personal guard.

Could such a kind emperor be so crazy that he killed his subjects?

If you dare to say this, you are ready to be beaten by the Roman people and Roman soldiers.

Nero retracted his gaze from the night sky and looked at Bruce quietly. The other party's black hair was no longer as bright as when she first ascended the throne, and there were too many gray hair mixed in it. Slight wrinkles climbed up his cheeks, those pairs

My eyes that were once sharp were also a little cloudy.

"Bruce."

"exist."

"You are old too."

Bruce's heart trembled, not knowing whether it was gladness or sadness. There was no doubt in front of him that was a premeditated murder or even a prelude to the coup. No matter which one he was, as the direct commander of the Guards, he could not refuse to blame.

die?

It is the emperor's kindness to not accumulate family members.

His Majesty Nero did not.

"Your Majesty. I..."

Nero waved his hand, interrupted him, and said softly: "Bruce, I know that this matter has nothing to do with you. But time is a deadly poison for us mortals, and you will not be spared. The one who was with me

The soldiers who fight against the lions are also old..." She sighed softly and said solemnly, "I grant your wishes. After you go back, you will hand over the work to Tiglinus, and then accompany your son well.

That little guy has grown up, right? How about letting him come to me tomorrow to report?"

Bruce choked, his unspeakable emotions almost made him crazy. Not only would he not die, but his family also would not, and he was still trusted by His Majesty the Emperor. He wanted to draw his sword immediately and dare to kill the rebellious rebellion of the monarch.

Kill them all, but he is still old.

So he could only nod heavily and retreat without saying a word.

"Go back, these people..." Nero looked at the corpses on the ground silently, "Buried down. The flesh and blood of the imperial people cannot be swallowed by wild animals, even if they have ever faced me with swords."

Mother, has power already made you crazy to this point?

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The next day, His Majesty Nero announced that the old minister of the former emperor, Pallas, tried to assassinate the emperor, and the whole family was exiled.

At night, His Majesty Nero held a feast on the seashore, and only her mother, Agripina, was the one who feasted.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, and the wine and food were neatly placed on exquisite plates, but none of the two parties moved.

"Mother." Nero broke the deadly silence and whispered: "I remember, these are your favorite foods, why not eat them?"

Agripina shook her head tremblingly and bit her lip tightly.

"Are you afraid of being poisoned? Don't worry, I won't do this, even if you have done it to Brittanix."

"I didn't!" Agripina retorted excitedly: "I didn't kill her, no!"

"Who is the one who wants to kill me? Pallas?" Nero closed his eyes and opened it again, tears were already shining. "Do you really think I don't know Pallas is your confidant.

Do you still think I don’t know... The ones who accompanied me yesterday were all the dead soldiers who bribed Pallas?”

"I, I..." Agripina's face was pale and shaking like a sieve.

"Is power really that important, mother?" Nero looked straight into Agripina's eyes, heartache as if it were a knife. "Can you let your family affection or even shame?"

"Answer me!"

"I, I don't..."

Nero smiled bitterly and sat back on the chair weakly.

Still unwilling to admit it, mother.

"I won't kill Pallas, and I won't kill you." His Majesty Nero raised his hand weakly and pointed outside, "There is a ship parked there, with the guards and property I have prepared for you, enough to make

You live a good life anywhere, leave, mother, this is what I... your daughter can do for you in the end."

"Nero, I..." Agripina was trembling with tears, and she wanted to say something.

"No need to say more, Mother. Leave Rome, leave the empire, and don't set foot on this land again in your life. Perhaps, staying away from power is the best ending for you."

Nero took a last look at his mother's face and resolutely stood up and left the banquet hall.

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However, things didn't go as she thought.

A few days later, Agripina, who thought she had already taken a boat away from the Roman territory, returned to her bedroom again and asked the messenger to convey his very safe message to Nero. Of course, the messenger handed over not only letters, but also

There is a poison-tempering dagger. I have to say that the man's martial arts are extremely outstanding and he even almost killed Nero.

But Agripina's final struggle was still unable to resist His Majesty's terrifying power.

When Nero came to his mother's bedroom alone, he saw his own mother.

pain?

sad?

Self-blame?

remorse?

No one knows what she is thinking.

But everyone knew that Nero cried on his mother's body all night that night, and finally put his own grooming on her face and buried her safely.

At that moment, she was not the emperor of the Roman Empire, but just a daughter who had lost her mother.

With Agripina's death, Nero completely gathered all his power. There was only one voice in the entire Roman Empire, that is, Nero Claudius, the ruler of the Roman Empire, and the only emperor!

And she has brought her own and last glory to mankind. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users

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