The figure of the slave flew backwards and hit the wall hard like a fired cannonball.
“Bang——————”
There was a dull loud noise accompanied by wind pressure.
The candlelight in the Senate also flickered on and off under the pressure of the wind.
For a few brief seconds, the entire Senate was plunged into darkness.
When the dim light of the lights illuminated the conference hall again, what everyone saw was the wall covered with spider web-like cracks, and the material that could still be called "human" embedded in the wall.
Only the shape of the limbs could be distinguished, the muscles and bones were completely mixed together, and the remains of blood and tissue flowed down the broken cracks in the wall.
There were more pieces of meat and blood that seemed to be sprayed out, all over the Senate, dyeing the pure white robes of the senators red.
Everyone can tell that he is dead.
All the senators shuddered, and some even started to vomit.
As social elites and pillars of the country, they have never seen such a scene.
Even those who had seen gladiators fighting to the death or being torn apart by wild beasts in the arena only watched from a distance in the stands.
It's definitely not like this. Watching with your own eyes a slave who was trying to assassinate with them one second, turned into minced meat embedded in the wall the next moment.
After seeing such a scene, Nero also frowned slightly.
Even if the criminal who wanted to assassinate her left such a tragic situation, it really didn't fit with her aesthetics.
In fact, Animusfia also has other, more "elegant" ways to solve problems.
He can directly control the slave who intends to assassinate instead of killing him.
Especially killing in such a violent way.
But if we don't do this, it will be difficult to suppress this group of elders efficiently.
So Animusfia even deliberately shot the slave away and poured magic into it.
In the end, the poor slave was like a balloon that was burst. After being hit into the wall, he also experienced a second explosion.
Nero was right to worry that he would be unable to govern without the support of the Praetorian Guards.
Therefore, what Animusfia has to do is to become the "emperor's coercive force" that can temporarily replace the Guards.
Animusfia looked at Sextus, who looked confident before, and moved his left arm, the prosthetic joints under the brass shell clicking.
"Excuse me, what were you talking about just now?"
Animusfia smiled what she thought was a kind smile.
"Can you say it again?"
Sextus was frightened by the sudden change and took two steps back.
No wonder Nero survived the resurrected Caligula.
The Animusfia in front of him was another monster no less than Caligula.
As a member of the Senate who was best at adapting to the situation, Sextus originally planned to kneel on the ground and beg for forgiveness, but the emotions arising from there controlled him to continue to resist.
"You...you can't do this! I am a senator...we are senators! We represent Rome! You cannot go against the will of Rome!"
Sextus raised his finger and pointed at Animusphia and said tremblingly.
"well----"
Animusfia sighed, raised her right hand to her eyes, and lightly snapped her fingers.
"Snapped."
After a crisp sound, several dark magic beams emerged from the ground, tightly binding Sextus' body.
"Uh---! Uh!"
The bound Sextus resisted and struggled, but he was still lifted into the air as easily as a rag doll.
"Even after more than fifty years, do you still not recognize the reality? Old antique——"
Animusfia slowly approached Sextus.
"Who is Rome anyway?"
The magic bundle binding Sextus continued to tighten, and the sound of broken bones could be heard clearly.
Sextus's joints were folded back at a weird angle, sticking tightly around his torso.
Then tighten it and the broken bones become more than just limbs.
"Let me help you wake up from the dream of republic, Mr. Senator."
Many other senators standing in the Senate had already covered their eyes unbearably.
"That's enough!"
Nero's voice came, stopping Animusfia from continuing.
Animusfia turned to look at Nero.
"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"
"That's enough... Lord Sextus has been restrained, and that's the end of it from now on."
"Is it really possible? Your Majesty, he is the culprit who intends to impeach you, and also attempts to assassinate you. If you forgive him like this, it will be difficult to subdue others."
"You once said that Yu is Augustus, and Yu is the master of this place. Then Yu can naturally forgive him, right?"
Animusfia nodded.
"Of course."
"Then Sir Sextus is not worthy of being sentenced to death. Let's stop there...I don't want to rule Rome in this way."
Don't want to use fear to control people's hearts?
In Animusfia's view, killing chickens to scare monkeys is undoubtedly the most effective and convenient method.
But that doesn't mean it's the best way.
It is undoubtedly difficult to convince the public and govern the country based on one's behavior and people's opinions.
Those who choose the difficult path are often not naive fools, but wise men who have a deep understanding of reality.
Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, you are still fearless.
Most of every child's childhood wish is to "be a scientist."
But there are only a few people who actually practice it.
If you want to ask the reason——————, it is also very simple.
Becoming a scientist is difficult.
Children who have never recognized the difficulties and only see the glory in the halo will want to become scientists.
But when they grow up and realize the obstacles on their way to becoming scientists, many of them will give up.
So what about those people who still want to become scientists even if they realize the difficulties when they grow up?
Are they childlike?
Absolutely not.
What they did was anything but childish.
It is the perseverance and courage to face difficulties even when encountering obstacles, and to be willing to choose the path of suffering.
Animusfia once wanted to be a scientist.
This does not prevent others from wanting to become astronauts, pilots - or even partners of justice.
What Nero wanted to be was obviously a wise and praiseworthy monarch.
"As you command, Your Majesty."
What reason does Animusfia have to stop it?
Bowing slightly to Nero, Sextus' twisted body was slowly lowered under the control of Animusfia, and the black magic beam dispersed.
With her back to Sextus, Animusfia looked at the other people in the Senate.
"Do you still have any doubts?"
The elders who had learned from the past were all watching their noses, noses and mouths, and mouths and hearts, for fear that another sound would leak out of their mouths.
"Very good. If not, please all the senators to evacuate with me. The city of Rome is too dangerous now."
Animusfia said with a smile.
"You must need my [protection]."
"Sir Animusfia! Be careful!"
Nero's reminder interrupted Animusfia's words.
Animusfia looked back in confusion.
Sextus, whose limbs were all broken, unexpectedly stood up again at some point, surrounded by purple light, holding the sword in a strange posture, like a puppet, and rushed towards him.
