The golden sword, symbolizing authority, repeatedly struck Animusfia's brass left arm.
During his lifetime, Caesar used his sword "Crocea Mors" more as a ceremonial weapon than as a weapon actually used on the battlefield.
Although Caesar once stuck it on the enemy's shield but forgot about it and almost lost the sword to a certain extent, it was more because this weapon made of gold was completely unable to adapt to the high-intensity wear and tear of actual combat.
If it is actually used, I am afraid that it will wear out in a few days to the point that it can no longer be used.
Losing several grams or even more than ten grams of gold in each battle is a price that cannot be ignored.
But the real reason should be that Caesar himself did not like to fight in person, and was not good at fighting in person.
Commanding the army on the front line is already his bottom line.
However, after actually transforming into a Servant and getting the job offer of "Saber", even Caesar, who was not good at fighting during his lifetime, gained fighting power far beyond ordinary people.
"Saturn!"
Several dark magic beams emerged from the ground and shot straight towards Caesar's limbs.
"Magician?"
Caesar frowned and looked at the dark magic beam directed at him.
He could feel the freezing and coldness just by looking at it, as if the two terms were placed in front of him.
Even children who are learning to speak will have these two words in their minds when they see such things.
"Setoun...is worthy of the name of the dark sun."
He swung his sword to block all the magic beams directed at him, and all the darkness was gathered on the golden sword in Caesar's hand.
The stiffness caused by the cold spread quickly through Caesar's wrists.
"Can directly condensing magic power even affect me as a Saber... You are also a Servant with this power."
A smile appeared on Caesar's lips.
"I have to admit that although the tactics are a mess, you are not that disappointing. But if you want to stop [Caesar] with these, there is still some distance."
The long sword made of gold burst out with dazzling light, as if a second sun had risen under the bright red sunset.
"I come, I see, I conquer! (VENI VIDI VICI)"
Ignoring the coldness coming from the sword, Caesar directly cut off Animusfia's Saturn magic.
"Death of Yellow! (Crocea Mors)"
After one hit, it was no longer Caesar who slashed at Saturn Magic with his sword, but "Yellow's Death" driving Caesar to continuously slash.
The pitch-black beam of light that before was able to extend infinitely like a rope, and even the Archduke of Wallachia and the Blood Countess of Hungary were helpless except to dodge, is now broken into pieces like fragile porcelain.
Animusfia's figure continued to retreat under Caesar's slashes.
The brass prosthetic limb also produced many scars that were difficult to heal under the attack of the golden sword.
If it could be described as [Steampunk] before, now it can only be described as [Wasteland Punk].
If possible, Animusfia actually prefers cyberpunk.
But obviously Caesar's "Yellow Death" cannot improve Animusfia's prosthetic limbs one by one.
"Although I am not a powerful Heroic Spirit who is good at fighting, I can only be regarded as average among Saber. But you are also the kind of Caster who is not good at fighting. Choosing to cut off the rear of the army yourself is your biggest tactical mistake."
The gleaming golden sword finally cut off Animusfia's already scarred prosthetic limb.
"Do you think you can escape unscathed?"
Unknowingly, all the soldiers who had been left behind with Animusfia had been wiped out.
A large number of well-equipped Roman infantry and Caesar had surrounded Animusfia.
The bright red Roman-style shield was particularly dazzling under the setting sun.
"Surrender, you have no chance of winning."
"Yellow Death" rested on Animusfia's neck.
"ha--"
Looking at the soldiers surrounding him like an airtight wall, Animusfiya's lips suddenly revealed a smile that showed success.
"Um?"
The sense of discord that had been lingering in Caesar's heart suddenly deepened.
It all seems a little too simple.
If the opponent is really of this level, then even if Nero received a certain degree of blessing from [Rome], he should not be able to defeat Caligula.
Caesar was somewhat sure of his nominal descendant.
Then, as Caesar's pupils narrowed in an instant, Animusfiya's prosthetic leg, which was chopped off by Caesar, suddenly turned into pieces of pitch-black fragments, and then dissipated in the wind.
Is this magic too?
Just before this idea disappeared from Caesar's mind, Animusfia said:
"It was also your mistake, Lord Caesar, to choose to gather a large number of troops to deal with me."
If even prosthetic limbs are magic————, then who is the Animusfia standing here?
Caesar reacted and instantly cut off Animusfia's head.
But it's too late.
"too late."
In the horrified eyes of the Roman soldiers, Animusphia was chopped off by Caesar, and her head spinning in the air spoke.
"Jupiter!"
The name of the mythical god who controls thunder and all things echoes above the Arno River.
Then Animusfia's head in the air and body on the ground burst into bright light at the same time.
It wasn't that the dozens of soldiers who stayed with him were abandoned, but that even "Animusfia" itself was an abandoned son.
Previously, when she held the Spear of Ouranos and had nearly infinite magic power, Animusfia could create up to eighty clones to simulate the moons of Saturn.
Although it can't be as exaggerated as before, just two or three clones are still no problem for Animusfia.
When facing Vlad III, Animusfia chose to inject the magic power after the death of the clone into the land to build a huge magic circle.
This time Animusfia chose to directly release a large amount of magic power in the clone, using her simplest and most destructive magic——————
Jupiter, Jupiter.
"Everyone spread out! Don't look at him directly, raise your shield! Those who can hide behind me should hide behind me!"
Caesar ordered hoarsely at the last moment before Animusfia detonated the clone.
The dazzling white light instantly filled the entire battlefield, and countless people briefly lost their sight when they looked directly at it.
What followed was a deafening sound as lightning penetrated the air.
Thunder and lightning in close contact were extremely fatal to ordinary Roman soldiers.
Light and heat were constantly interspersed in the phalanx surrounding Caesar's men.
Even Caesar himself had to hold the "Yellow Death" upright in front of him and close his eyes to resist the sharp edge of Animusfia's Jupiter magic.
Even so, there will still be a tingling sensation on the skin.
This is not a slash or an arrow that can be blocked by just raising a shield, but electrical energy that can spread even across thousands of miles two thousand years later.
It seems like the eternal moment will eventually end.
In fact, the lightning burst at the speed of light ended in less than a second, and the soldiers further away had not even heard the thunder.
But hundreds of meters around Animusfia, only Caesar was left standing.
Caesar looked at everything around him with an ugly expression.
He was completely fooled.
The price was the lives of thousands of soldiers.
