final doomsday

Nero leaned on the window ridge to play the harp, quiet and quiet like a girl in a painting. There were more people gathered under the window than a few years ago, making people feel that the whole Roman people were rushing here. But this cannot

It is described as "unprecedented" because this has become her common daily life with the entire Roman people.

At the end of the song, the performer bows gracefully, and the listener disperses respectfully, and everything is no different from before.

"Your Majesty, your musical level has improved, it's so enviable." The old man from Seneca was older than before, but his smile remained unchanged.

"I always feel that I have fallen into a bottleneck recently, maybe I should play in a different way." His Majesty Nero was a little dissatisfied with him.

"oh?"

"I want to build a large theater in Rome that can accommodate everyone in Rome. Then it's not just me, but anyone with artistic talent can show their talents in it. What do you think?" His Majesty the Emperor showed

I was very excited, obviously this idea has been around for a day or two.

"Very good." The old Seneca nodded in praise, but not for artistic purposes, but for politics. "Such a theater is enough to be passed down through history and plays a significant role in reuniting the hearts of the people."

"You..." His Majesty Nero shook his head helplessly and changed the subject, "Teacher, how about the life of the rich?"

The old man from Seneca sighed and said with a headache: "Your Majesty, you also know my opinion. This kind of life is a bit too luxurious."

"I also appreciate the simple life and inner peace. But you know, the work of information cannot be carried out without money." Nero knew that his teacher did not like such a wealthy life, but she had no choice.

As Seneca grows older, heavy administrative work is already difficult to carry out. And he still wants to continue his loyalty to the empire for the rest of his life. So he can only arrange this.

On the surface, he and Bruce were both retired old men. But in fact, he secretly controlled the imperial intelligence network as a cover for the identity of a rich man.

"I know, Your Majesty." The old man Seneca understood the hardships of his students very well, and he just complained occasionally.

"So. What is the trend of that religion recently?" Nero was a capable emperor and turned from chatting to serious business.

"Something is wrong." The old man Seneca did not say nonsense, and seriously took out a secret letter and handed it to Nero, "Your Majesty, take a look at this first."

Nero frowned and took it, but looked at the things that were just a few words for a long time. After a while, he sneered and lit it with a candle.

"I just knew that they would not be at peace."

"That's right. The empire has developed very quickly in the past few years, but the development momentum of that religion is even faster. Your Majesty, I'm afraid you need to go and see it yourself this time." The old man from Seneca said solemnly.

"Antium?" His Majesty Nero looked at Yunfang, as if the shackles that penetrated the distance came directly to the place he said. She seemed to be able to see a group of mice gathered secretly, while chanting enthusiastically.

He was secretly planning something while praising the name of God.

"Yes. Your Majesty. Our intelligence officers noticed the abnormal movement there. It seemed that Christians were plotting to overthrow the rule of the empire. Not only that, they also proclaimed everywhere that you were a brutal emperor, summing up the occasional minor mistakes of officials.

On you. As far as I know, even their slavery that has existed for so long is said to be the result of your cruelty.”

"A clever tongue."

"But it's very practical, my majesty." Seneca continued with a wry smile, "It's okay if you are in the city of Rome. It's hard for their people to promote anything here. But those remote places are different, they can say

It has achieved some success. We have tried to arrest and kill these people who have made false statements, but it has aroused a lot of public anger."

Nero sighed: "You and I cannot avoid the disadvantages of mortals."

"But I will not retreat." She looked out the window quietly, as if she had penetrated all the constraints of time and space. "One day, we humans can connect everyone together. Then those ghosts and monsters will be gone

Everyone is the eyes and ears of others, and they see with their own eyes and hear with their own ears what I do."

"I really hope I will see this day." The old man Seneca seemed to be infected by the words of His Majesty the Emperor and said in a longing.

Nero shrugged and said regretfully: "I'm afraid I can't see you and I, maybe we don't know how many generations of descendants can witness all this."

"A world like that will have their disadvantages, right?"

"Yes, we are imperfect humans, and struggle will exist in any time and space. But then, there will be people from that time to solve these problems. And I," His Majesty Nero looked at the old man in Seneca

The gaze shines like the sun in the sky, and even makes people feel a sense of brilliance, "I will do my part!"

"This is the age of our mortals. God should exist in myths and legends, not among humans!"

“I’m willing to follow in your footsteps and make everything you expect a reality.”

"You will, Teacher Senega." Nero looked out the window again, "Isn't this what we are trying to do?"

The old man Senega slowly stood up in the chair and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, you are right. We all have our responsibilities for our common dream."

"Don't be too tired, teacher. I asked you to take charge of the information not to increase the burden on you, but to make it easier for you."

"It is not a teacher's obligation to throw all the burdens to students." The old man from Seneca quipped.

"Is it a student's duty to make teachers tired?"

"Otherwise, how can I be called a teacher? I may not have much time, so let me cherish every time of sunrise and sunset."

"Take care, teacher."

"Goodbye, my student."

Nero silently stared at the back of the Seneca's slow departure, muttering to himself: "Are the Christians of Antium ready to face me?"

But she didn't know that all this was just a trap.

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The southwest of Rome City, the east bank of the Tiber River, the Grand Arena.

A group of sneaky men avoided the patrol soldiers and gathered here. They wore rough clothing made of linen and looked different from the ordinary Roman people. However, they had a common identity-

Crazy believer.

"It's here." One of them looked around and confirmed the tunnel. The place was full of tents, which was the best place to plan. And it was recently blowing southwest wind, and even the sky was on their side.

Of course. They understand it as a miracle of God.

“God is with you and me.”

"Don't those civilians... go and fight for it?" said a man hesitantly.

"Stop!" A man whispered: "Don't believe in my Lord for these sins, all those who believe in my Lord are brothers and sisters, and those who do not believe in my Lord are sinners. Don't let the lives and deaths of these sinners defile your faith in my Lord!"

"But... they are also potential believers of our Lord, if they spread the glory of our Lord to them..."

"They?" the man looked at Rome with a sneer, "They have been bewitched by the demon for too long. Only by purification can they wash away their sins."

The man's voice turned soft and said softly: "Paiya, their death is not a bad thing. Only death can wash away their sins and allow them to ascend to the Lord's kingdom of heaven under the inspiration of our Lord. If they have been so obsessed,

The only thing waiting for them is to fall into hell."

"I see."

The last doubter's voice disappeared, and the last opportunity to reverse history was silent.

"Light up. Let the fire of our Lord burn the city of demons, and let the glory of our Lord spread throughout the world!"

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The flames of the burning city lasted for six days and seven nights, and rose from the Grand Arena. The imperial government offices, streets, shops, and houses all turned into ashes. Looking at the whole city of Rome, thousands of people were killed.

Nearly 200,000 people were displaced, and the former prosperous Rome seemed to have become a purgatory on earth in a blink of an eye.

When Nero rushed back, he witnessed such a tragic situation.

She immediately opened her palace to accommodate the victims, and transported grain from Ostia and neighboring towns, but this was just a drop in the bucket. People died every day, and countless tragedies happened every day.

The prosperity she had earned for nearly ten years of hard work, Rome was almost lost overnight, and I don't know how long it took to heal this huge wound.

However, this is not the end.

Just as Nero was lying in the ruins of Roman city, another bad news that was enough to destroy her suddenly came.

The old man who had a common ideal with her and had been silently supporting the empire behind her back and forth. He died. He did not live a peaceful life after his death, but was despicable to cut off his throat.

Nero knew that who did all this.

When the flames burned out, Nero's rule began to slowly shake under the push of those who were interested. The city of Rome, which was once like an iron barrel, was now like an unguarded fragile girl. A voice of dissatisfaction with the emperor gradually came from the crowd.

From the moment she stepped onto Antium, the Christian conspiracy had succeeded. She found nothing there, because her intelligence system had been infiltrated by Christians, and Seneca's existence should have been long since it had been

People found that they could not tolerate this intelligence agency continuing to exist after the fire in Rome, and they wanted to make themselves blind people with eyes open.

In order to regain the support of the people, His Majesty Nero built the golden theater domusaurea. The Roman people needed a way to slowly heal the trauma of their hearts. At this moment, it should not be the time when the arena appears, it would only arouse the blood of the people.

Emotion, and art is undoubtedly the best one.

However, things still exceeded her expectations. Even though the treasury funds were completely enough to rebuild Rome and build a theater, rumors of Nero wasting his willful waste regardless of the people's lives and deaths appeared in the crowd.

"Is this my people?"

Nero asked in confusion, but the wise man who answered her questions would never appear before him again.

"Teacher, are the students wrong? I have always regarded Christians as members of the empire and have not killed them all. I always think that they are just religious, and no matter how excessive they are, they will only treat me.

Will I get the result now if I launch an attack?"

"From the moment they killed the civilians, they were no longer part of the empire! No, they were no longer humans. They were no longer lackeys of God!"

Nero, who had lost his guidance, gradually became crazy. She began to hunt Christians and defined Christianity as an evil organization that fostered the country. But she did not know that not only the people, but also officials and even soldiers began to believe in Christianity.

The country was swept through the fire. The extreme actions completely aroused public anger and achieved the intended purpose of Christians.

Under the secret manipulation of Christianity, Gaul launched an uprising. The crazy believer Julius Windyx raised the anti-flag in the name of "save mankind". Later, Galba, the chief of the Spanish province, launched a rebellion. In the end, the former was defeated and committed suicide.

, the latter escaped by chance.

Colero didn't know this. Her intelligence network was useless after her death in Seneca, and no information from outside could be transmitted into her ears. When she came to her senses, she suddenly realized that she had been betrayed by everyone, so

Even the guards around them were mixed with Christian believers.

At the end, she chose to go outside the city, with only one follower.

In the basement of that room, she quietly recalled the past and understood many things.

From the beginning, her mother was used by Christians. Killing Britanicks was the first step, and starting from the administrative system was the second step. But she noticed it very early and reached the third hand of the army.

It didn't work. So they wanted to kill themselves, time and time again.

"You won't succeed."

Nero looked at the sharp dagger in his hand, turned his backhand and stabbed it into his chest.

The only one who can kill me is me.

The guard who was staying outside the door suddenly cried and rushed into the room, trying to stop the bleeding for her. Even if he was a Christian assassin who was on the mission of killing Nero, he now left this duty behind.

This is the emperor who created the glory of Rome with his own hands, and he was also the object of his life who vowed to be loyal to him! But I don’t know when his loyalty turned into betrayal.

Perhaps, it was from the time he came into contact with Christianity.

"It's too late, is this your loyalty?" Nero sneered at the person in front of him and said hoarsely.

Maybe the mother has never lie, maybe everything she does is for her daughter.

Maybe it was me who hurt my mother.

"Your Majesty..." The attendant cried in tears, regretting like a poisonous snake biting his heart.

"If you are still loyal to me, then take my words out. Let them know, let everyone know--" Nero took a deep breath and grabbed the attendant's arms tightly. Her eyes burst into dazzling light.

The light of the sky is like the sun falling into the earth.

This time, I lost.

Next time, I will win!

This is the world of us mortals. Whether it is joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, or love, hate, separation, we mortals should be controlled by ourselves!

"I will come back and retake this world that belongs to mortals!"

His Majesty Nero closed his eyes gently, as if he had just fallen into a normal sleep.

The glory of mortals ends here.

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Nero slowly opened his eyes, as if he woke up from his deep sleep.

The huge golden theater was full, and everyone stared at the familiar face. These were all souls who died in the Roman fire, and they were also subjects who were willing to follow her forever!

"I'm sorry, I've let you wait for a long time."

Cheers mixed with tears, and everyone was shouting that name frantically.

Yes, it's been a thousand years.

But our Majesty, we do not regret it. It is you who bring us glory and we will no longer be deceived by God. Therefore, we will always follow you, follow the glory of our mortals that you have created!

Even if we spend another thousand years, two thousand years, countless thousand years, we will never regret it!

You fulfilled your vows, and so did we!

"My people, would you like to move forward with me again?" Nero held up the original fire of the Iron Hole, and layers of red fire lingered on the sword. The flames gradually melted the sword body until only the only one left

A surging flame.

"We do!"

"Even if this is the last time?"

The flames ignited the girl's body and also ignited the entire golden theater. The green flames appeared in the flames, and in an instant they dyed everything the same color.

If this is the last burn, how can we lack our first light?

"Even if the body and soul are burned, we will follow in your footsteps!"

Nero raised his head, and the emerald spiral lingered upwards, carving circles of threads in her eyes.

Who do you think we are?

We are just a group of ordinary mortals, who will hurt, hurt, cry, laugh, and die.

But we will fight, even if we are burned out by the flames in the end, we will not bow to anyone!

This is the glory of our mortals!

"Come on, take back our mortal world with me!"

"The Fire of Burning God!" (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 please go to m. Read.)

ps: (There are three thousand words, today is a big update of 11,000 words~ cheer for this meow, no meow~)