Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

Rosen was wearing a pair of changing sunglasses at this time, disguising himself as Nick Fury.

After all, when it comes to taking the blame, this black-braised egg is really the right choice.

I don't know if it was because Nick Fury was born with a face that deserved a slap, or because he had a physique that attracted bad luck, but in any case, Rosen had just stood on the side of the road for less than two seconds when he was met with extremely strong and undisguised disgust and hostility.

Rosen dared to guarantee that if he didn't leave quickly, this guy might really shoot.

Even if he was using skills like Holy Fire, Holy Shock or Holy Freeze now, this guy must have triggered them seven or eight times.

After all, the hostility and murderous intent in his eyes were so naked that he didn't even try to hide it at all.

This way, I won't have to be embarrassed about what I'm going to do next, Rosen thought to himself, and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

The next moment, the sky seemed to be on fire, and a meteorite burning with blazing flames broke through the layers of fog and fell towards the palace, which now only had the main building.

It wasn't that Rosen happened to activate the LV5 meteorite on the Spring Ring, but that he lit it up specifically for this plan.

“Meteor: You can summon countless meteors to fall from the sky and strike the enemy crazily, burning a large area of ​​enemies to ashes.

Current level LV1, fire damage 88-110, fire damage 35-60 per second, gives fire bomb +5% fire damage, gives fireball +5% fire damage, mana consumption 17. "

Boom.

A meteorite with a diameter of at least one meter hit the top of the palace. The damage it caused can be imagined.

With a deafening roar, a huge hole was torn open in the roof, and countless broken bricks and stones flew in all directions. The flames accompanying the meteorite also spread in all directions.

"For the Opium War..."

Boom.

Another meteorite fell from the sky and hit the wall of the palace again.

Houses collapsed and flames raged.

A desperate scream rang out in the palace, and then stopped abruptly.

"This time for the Yuanmingyuan..."

Hou Er stood on Rosen's shoulder, looking at the ruins of the palace covered by flames and thick smoke, with an excited smile on his face. He kept jumping and shouting, looking very excited.

"Master, the enemy is coming." Cannon, who had been standing aside with his body half bent, said softly.

"Send them away." Rosen said lightly.

"Yes, sir." Cannon agreed, and pulled out a thick cannon barrel and put it on his shoulder, aiming at the lobster soldiers who were rushing out with muskets.

Of course, they didn't know that Rosen was the one who brought the meteorite. Anyway, at this critical moment when the palace was attacked, anyone who appeared nearby would be a suspect.

Not to mention that he is a black man, so who else should we arrest if not him?

What?! Evidence?! Are you kidding me?! We are in Great Britain, why do we need that? It will be fine if it is fabricated.

But when they saw the barrel of the cannon and then looked at the gun barrels in their own hands, they were all dumbfounded.

"Run!"

bang bang bang...

Flames spurted out of the barrels and grapeshot whistled in.

In naval battles, grapeshot is used for large-scale attacks, and the main focus is on probability.

After all, when you are bombarding a ship that is rising and falling, you really need some luck to hit the people on the opposite deck. If one solid shell doesn't work, just increase the number. As long as there are enough shells, there will always be a hit. This is the combat logic of grapeshot.

But when it is used on land and bombards a group of infantry at close range, it can only be described as brutal.

The iron bullets swept past, and there was no complete lobster soldier left in front.

Rosen waved his hand, and the two skeletons crawled up from the ground, then rushed towards the direction of the palace they came from with guns in hand.

Wow.

The soil gushed out like a fountain, and then a gorgeous flower head appeared in front of Rosen, shaking its head and flattering Rosen.

"Go dig out all the gold and silver treasures inside." Rosen ordered casually, "Don't leave them even a copper coin."

Rosen patted the head of the poisonous vine and said, "Go ahead, do a good job."

The poisonous vine nodded and immediately sank into the soil.

Chirp, chirp, chirp. Hou Er, who had been silent until now, seemed to suddenly come alive at this moment, and kept shouting while pointing at the pile of earth left behind by the poisonous vine.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Rosen looked at it and said, "It's true that it's not as hygienic as you are, but it's not as bad as you say. Hou Er, if we want to make friends, we should seek common ground while reserving differences. Don't always find fault with others. That's not kind."

Hou Er seemed to be angry. He made a sound, turned his back and sat on Rosen's shoulder, ignoring him.

Rosen was also happy to have some peace and quiet, so he turned around and headed towards his next target.

Rosen's plan this time was actually very simple, which was to rob 70% to 80% of London's money, destroy more than 80% to 90% of its factories, and kill a large part of some guys in the Royal Academy...

Rosen, who had studied history, knew that social progress was irreversible, especially when productivity reached a certain level, the Industrial Revolution was inevitable.

But Rosen felt that even if it was unstoppable, he could try his best to delay its appearance or make it appear in another place.

Rosen hopes that China, the big boss in this world, will not fall behind this time, and will not have to suffer endless, heartbreaking, infuriating and helpless humiliation in the next one or two hundred years.

For this reason, Rosen felt that it was no big deal to suffer the "gentlemen" of Great Britain.

Anyway, they have just emerged from ignorance, so it doesn't matter if they go back now. They were used to being barbaric before, so it's no big deal if they continue to be barbaric.

Night gradually fell, but the fire lit up the sky red.

London is destined to be noisy tonight.

"Agent, the dragon egg in your shelter has been successfully hatched, and the dragon is about to break out of its shell. Do you want to spend 500 merit points to take it away now?"

"Yes."

The next moment, there was a lantern emitting bright light in Rosen's hand.

However, his attention was more focused on the dragon egg placed in the space inside the lantern.

At this time, it was shaking constantly. It was obvious that the hatched dragon was now eager to come out and take a look at the outside world.

Rosen reached out, took out the dragon egg, and examined it carefully in his hand.

Click.

At this moment, the eggshell cracked and a gray head popped out.

When Rosen saw it, it also saw Rosen and let out a cry.

To be honest, Rosen didn't think the baby dragon's cry was pleasant, but when it called him "Dad", the feeling was different.

But the little dragon’s next move made him so upset that he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

It turned its head slightly and looked at Hou Er who was standing on Rosen's shoulder, but called out in dragon language: "Mom."

Rosen suddenly hated the fact that his proficiency in languages ​​allowed him to understand dragon language, otherwise he would not be so embarrassed at this moment.

"This isn't your mother." Rosen narrowed his eyes at Hou Er, who was looking at the young dragon with curiosity, and said, "At most, it's your uncle."

Click click click.

The young dragon didn't care what Rosen said. It swallowed the eggshell in big mouthfuls. Then it opened its mouth and burped. A flame suddenly came out of its mouth, and even black smoke and sparks came out of its nostrils.

Rosen covered his forehead helplessly.