"I think I have made it very clear. No matter what reasons you have, this kingdom belongs to Rome."
Catu Decianus looked at Boudica who had changed greatly, with hatred in his eyes. The expression on his face became more and more disdainful, and he walked up to the plump lady with the parchment he had tampered with. In front of him, he patted the cheek of this increasingly beautiful woman with rolled parchment.
He didn't care what happened to the people of Britain, because when their army arrived here, it didn't take much effort to make the eleven so-called kings of such a barbaric land surrender, sign an agreement with them, and become puppets.
The so-called King Prasutagus, the husband of the young woman in front of him, was quite groveling, even so humble that the emperor, who was like a plaything, came to his delight and gave him a sum of money to buy his surrender.
But in his opinion, such cowardly and weak Celts did not deserve to live in this world at all, and their land and wealth should also become the wealth of a noble Roman, that is, his wealth.
After all, who doesn’t want an actual piece of territory? Prasutagus happened to be dead, and there was no boy, and no one who could connect the other kings. Of course he had to take a big bite and bring this land into the territory of Rome.
As for whether this agreement is the original agreement?
It doesn't matter.
Looking greedily at the beautiful young woman in front of him and her two lovely children, Cato Decianus once again slapped Boudica's face full of hatred with the parchment in his hand.
"Of course, if you want to be a queen, it's not impossible. I can make you and your daughter a queen riding a Roman."
He smiled, but that was all. He was not interested in these Celtic barbarians. What he liked were the noble Romans. Although the Boudica in front of him was beautiful and her appearance suited his taste, he was not stupid enough to sleep with a woman whose kingdom was taken away from him.
What he did was undoubtedly take away her throne and her daughter's throne. He knew exactly what a mother would do for the future of her child.
so.
"Do you dare not agree?"
He raised his hand, looked at the queen who had been silent in front of him, and showed an even crazier smile. Behind him, the Romans, who were fully armed and half-armored, and everyone had iron weapons, raised their weapons and shields, while the Celtic warriors with unsatisfied expressions could only He gritted his teeth and looked at them, but he didn't dare to step too far.
It is true that they believed in their own force, and the Celtic warriors were not afraid to fight these Romans, but the gap in equipment was really too big.
Every Roman soldier had a metal sword and shield. Each of them also had armor and a helmet, but what about the Celts? Most Celts also wore fur armor, and most of their weapons were spears that didn't use much iron. Many of them didn't have helmets, or simply made helmets out of animal skulls.
It is true that they believe that their individual force is no worse than these Romans, but if it is a group battle, they do not have much confidence.
"What if I don't agree?"
Boudica's expression didn't change at all. Even if she knew that after she refused, the man in front of her would pull her down by her hair, kick her in the stomach and face, and then let her stand in front of her people. He took off his and his daughter's clothes and let his soldiers attack them, but Boudica's eyes remained calm.
Because it was another shame that she knew. Even though she didn't show herself the specific situation and just let herself know that it happened, she still couldn't help but resent Rome.
Therefore, after seeing history develop according to her 'memory', her heart became calmer and calmer.
Because she has the power of revenge.
Although this power comes from one's own shame, from one's own hatred and unwillingness, from that boundless hatred, power is power.
Can save myself from this tragic fate.
As long as her daughter can avoid this damn fate, no matter what the owner of this power asks her to do or what price she has to pay, she is willing.
Boudica's will became stronger and stronger, because she not only had the power of herself from the future, but also the power of another person.
Dragon power.
"Then, you will see how Rome treats you barbarians! My loyal soldiers! It's time to take away your things!"
Cato Decianus did not notice Boudica's thoughts. He just stood proudly in front of Boudica, and then stretched out his hand to the bright flame-like hair, and his The soldiers also cheered loudly.
Their things are the British wealth, women, and the sense of honor that comes from trampling on them! They Romans came here to obtain the wealth of Britain! The so-called kindness and conquest are just the naive mentality of His Highness Nero! They are here for the wealth of Britain!
Cato Decianus saw nothing wrong in the matter. Money and honor lay ahead, and he saw no fault in the glorious soldiers of Rome.
As for whether it will make His Majesty the Emperor angry?
No, even if His Majesty the Emperor would rebuke herself, she should also know that Britain is just a barbarian, and robbing things from barbarians who do not understand etiquette and morality and making them surrender to Rome is not an act of banditry.
But bring them civilization! This is a gift to them!
But he didn't feel his hand grasping the beautiful red hair. Instead, he saw a red light curtain connecting the other person's red hair.
Whether it was the swirling red color or the increasingly bright red hair, the chief executive was stunned for a moment, and he clearly heard Boudica's rhetorical question.
"So, is this Rome? Then—"
Boudica's eyes turned into vertical pupils, which was proof that she was a descendant of the dragon. The clothes on her chest also added more 'dragon' elements, and even the clothes on her chest revealed dragon teeth. The outfit bit off a little dent in her tall, white chest, as if she had been bitten by a dragon.
The battle skirt on her body became even longer, and spikes and chains appeared on the armor. The unknown and cursed magic permeated her body. The long sword raised high reflected the firm eyes, and There was an arm that was severed by her.
Only then did Cato Decianus see that the light curtain that seemed to be connected to the opponent's bright red hair was not flames and morning glow, but his own blood. The dancing flames were the beautiful and bright red hair that was blown by the ominous wind.
"——What a disgusting country."
The administrator's thoughts ended here, because at the next moment, Boudicca, who had long wanted to kill this man who had turned his life into a tragedy, was filled with black flames, and Katu... Decianus, the greedy consul, split the city in half with one blow of his sword.
But this does not mean that the consul who single-handedly created Boudica's tragedy left peacefully, because while the flames burned him and his soul to ashes, it also made him feel all the sufferings suffered because of him. Hurt people's suffering and hate.
Including the Britons from another world, and the hatred of Boudica!
Although his death was only a moment in the eyes of outsiders, both he and Boudica knew clearly that he was burned in the dark flames for a whole year!
This is the dragon flame that Li Ke convicted, and in the hands of the Avengers, the power of this dragon flame is even more powerful than in his hands.
No, maybe the flame he created by accident with the Holy Light was just for the Avengers. And the dark color does not represent evil, but the unwilling resentment and suffering.
But after killing the culprit who caused the other person to die miserably, and even almost caused herself to die miserably, Boudica didn't feel the slightest bit happy in her heart.
She resented Cato Decianus and the Roman soldiers for the violence they had done to Britain and them.
Those Britons who were ruled by the Romans either became slaves, or their already difficult lives became even worse, with their wives and children separated.
Because the Romans were invaders, and invaders must come to plunder and do evil.
But she knew in her heart that although these Romans were evil gangsters in front of them and demons who succumbed to their own desires, in front of their own families, they were gentle husbands and fathers, as well as reliable elders. .
Only when facing these Celtics are they monsters.
Until it turned into this, Boudica still believed that the Romans were not complete monsters, not complete demons, even those who were violent to them, because they also had families.
but……
Not that they are monsters and demons.
The flames around Boudica unfolded like dragon wings, and at this moment, countless dark fires wrapped around the frightened Romans, turning them into ashes in endless pain and regret. They were all treated like Cato Decianus, watching their souls burn to ashes in endless agony.
Boudicca's men and her subjects all looked at their queen with surprise and even fear, looking at the Roman soldiers who were reduced to ashes in the black flames.
They had never heard of such power, and had never seen Boudica display such power, so they were confused and unsure of what happened to make their queen become like this.
But Boudica is still very calm, because her revenge is not over yet. As long as Rome, the monster that built its glory with the blood and wealth of others, does not disappear for a day, the tragedies that will happen to her and Britain will continue. of repetition.
Even if he killed this group of Romans, there would still be a steady stream of Romans coming, because they were so noble and it was natural for them to take other people's things.
"Catu Decianus is a monster, and these soldiers who covet our treasure are also monsters, but it is Rome that turned them into monsters! Children of Britain! Are you still going to endure it?!"
Boudica's voice was not loud, but it silenced the chaotic subjects and subordinates in an instant, because the Romans did not do any good things in Britain.
Forcibly confiscating food and land, beating British civilians, snatching young girls, and killing people wantonly, these are all things Rome did to them.
Britain is an island country and is not rich in resources. People's lives are not good to begin with, and the crops they cultivate are only enough to make ends meet. But after the Romans came, in addition to the food they had to hand over to the king, they also had to pay taxes to the Romans and work according to the Romans' ideas.
The Romans used their land for them to farm and harvest with dry food, and then the crops on the land were theirs. As a result, their own farmland could not help but be neglected, and they had to hand over extra food to the Romans. Originally, they didn't have much food left, and the lords gave offerings to Roman officials. Now they would starve to death if they didn't hunt.
It is not empty talk to say that Britain, no, the Celts have suffered from Rome for a long time. And the flames on Boudica's body naturally have their share.
The flame on Boudica's body gradually turned bright red, because the flame formed by curse and resentment slowly revealed its true appearance.
Because she clearly knew what her other self had done: leading her people to resist the Romans, massacring their civilians, insulting and killing Roman women, and plundering their villages. Then, just like the consul, they fell and destroyed the vitality of the Celts.
They did repay everything the Romans did to them, but the result was that the stragglers were no match for the Romans after all, and their will was only revenge, and they did not understand what they were fighting for.
But now she understands that the dragon she has never met brings her not only the power of revenge, but also the prediction of future disasters. It also has the other person's mood and experience, telling her what she should really deal with.
Her enemy was naturally Cato Decianus, naturally those greedy Romans who wanted to gain wealth and glory through plunder.
But it is also the 'Roman' system that encourages this kind of behavior, and this is the source of the constant tragedy.
Revenge is not evil, oppression is never just, and the flame of settling grudges should never be the so-called fire of distortion. Revenge should not only bring revenge, but also the power to prevent this from happening again.
"Be my sword, children of Britain! Let us cut off the chains and wheels of hatred, and thrust into the heart of the monster Rome!"
She won't fail again!
She still wants revenge, but it's no longer the simple revenge!
She still wants to destroy Rome, but it won't be that personal destruction anymore!
She will use this power to end the cycle of hatred and reach the other side of the grudge!
She wants revenge and uses the sharp sword made of rebels to pierce the heart of the giant beast named Greed and Rome!
but……
The wheel of inhibition begins to turn.
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