"Crocea Mors!"
Although he was not holding the sword blade, the golden light was still radiating around Caesar with Caesar as the center.
Not only Animusfia's magic, but also the vegetation around Caesar was shattered as if it had been struck countless times.
No, not broken.
In fact, whether it is the magic of Saturn in Animusfia, the walls of Florence, or the lawn under Caesar's feet.
All that is seemingly cut to pieces by light and sword remains.
Just simply conquered.
Can no longer maintain its original form in front of the conqueror————
It can also be said that it became a part of [Caesar] just like Gaul became a Roman province.
Light continued to radiate in all directions, and everything that could be "conquered" was conquered by Caesar.
Caesar's size also increased visibly.
Now Animusfia finally knows what Caesar's terrifying "fat" really means.
Although I claimed that this was a symbol of Rome's wealth, it actually represented the achievements of Caesar's military life.
Those he conquered became himself.
Fortunately, Animusphia and the First Legion of Romagna under Nero did not become part of Caesar.
On the contrary, Animusfia and Nero, as governors and emperors, felt increasing pressure coming from the light.
Although it looks like colorless and invisible light, in Animusfia and Nero experience it, it is like a thick wall that keeps moving forward.
If you don't retreat, you will be crushed into pieces and "conquered" by Caesar.
The long sword inserted horizontally into the ground by Nero plowed a deep trench, but the length of the trench continued to extend.
A pure red light shield overflowed from the blade of the Primordial Fire, covering Nero and Animusfia.
Did he attribute the entire legion to himself and Nero?
Animusfia, who stood beside Nero and defended against Caesar's Noble Phantasm, thought so.
The legion itself is no longer regarded as an object of conquest. As long as he and Nero are defeated, the remaining legions will naturally fall apart——————
I'm afraid that's what Caesar thought subconsciously.
Having no choice but to be forced back by Caesar, Animusfia put her right hand on the hilt of Nero's sword.
"Governor?"
Looking at Nero who was almost leaning into her arms, Animusfia said expressionlessly:
"Use the command spell, Master (Dominus Meus)."
However, how could Animusphia, with the Dominus by his side, be conquered so easily by Caesar.
Not to mention Nero, who was an orthodox Augustus.
"but....."
Nero hesitantly looked at his right hand holding the hilt of the sword. From the original three bright red marks, only two were still the same color.
"You can have as much of that kind of thing as you want after everyone in Chaldeas arrives——Besides, the Command Seal is probably meant for moments like this."
"Hmm..."
The pressure from the golden light that continued to hit the original fire that enveloped them continued to increase.
The space for Animusfia and Nero to stand was getting smaller and smaller.
Soldiers fighting could no longer be seen around, and the silence after the sudden disappearance of the noisy shouts of killing and the sound of gold and iron being exchanged gave people a sense of disparity.
In the end, only the golden glow that symbolized conquest remained.
In the light, only Caesar's figure slowly walked towards Animusfia and Nero.
Caesar stepped closer to the two of them and held his hands in the air.
The light condensed in his hand and was reforged into Caesar's favorite sword.
"Death of Huang"
The sword blade pointed at Nero and Animusfia, who were struggling to support themselves.
Although he was able to fight the heroic spirits head-on, Nero was still a living person, unable to release the Noble Phantasm, and did not gain the sublimation of his achievements during his lifetime.
The Primordial Fire does not have the same protective effect as Matthew's shield. It is not Nero's sword that truly resists Caesar's Noble Phantasm.
But Nero's imperial power itself.
As an orthodox Augustus, Nero should have completely crushed Caesar, who was only considered an emperor by historians.
However, for some reason, Caesar’s [Emperor’s Privileges] completely exceeded what Nero held.
And it didn't grow out of thin air. Nero's weakened magic power fluctuations clearly formed a negative correlation with Caesar.
...as if it were absorbed
This is why Animusfia chose to stand next to Nero, holding the sword that symbolized imperial power with Nero.
Just as Animusphia, who stood with the Dominus, would not be easily conquered by Caesar, Nero, who was with the Servus, would not be defeated by Caesar so easily.
"You...can you really make another Command Seal?"
Do you still care about this kind of thing...?
"...Of course, but that will have to wait until we get in touch with Chaldea."
"Hmm, what should I do?"
Nero nodded and asked Animusfia.
"It's simple."
Animusfia moved her eyes from Nero's golden bun to Caesar who was constantly approaching her.
"Stop resisting stubbornly. Being conquered by me so peacefully is also a kind of luck——"
Caesar paused and then said:
"The feeling of a sharp blade piercing your body is not pleasant."
Are you talking about yourself who was assassinated?
Animusfia lowered her head again and said to Nero in her arms:
"All I need is you to give me the order to win."
"Victory...command?"
Animusfia nodded and said without hesitation:
"Then I will do my best to bring victory to you, my Dominus."
"Hmm."
Nero's eyes hardened.
"My Lord Animusphia, in the name of Nero Claudius, in the name of your Dominus, I order you to bring victory to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, one of the two remaining Command Seals on the back of Nero's hand lit up brightly.
Then it dissipated into the air.
The full magic power formed by the Command Seal, which was a crystallization of magic power, instantly spread throughout Animusfia's body through the contract.
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Animusfia narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying the feeling of fullness she had never felt since she detonated the Spear of Ouranos.
Some things are like your left hand, you only know you regret it when you lose it.
"Um?"
Caesar, who felt the sudden violent fluctuation of magic power, frowned in confusion.
After several confrontations, Caesar gradually understood each other.
Nero and Animusfia are both "half-baked Heroic Spirits" to a considerable extent, which does not mean that their strength is inferior to that of ordinary Heroic Spirits.
The dabbler refers to the existence form of Nero and Animusfia. In this era, both of them are still alive.
Naturally, one cannot judge the other party by the standards of ordinary servants. There is no guarantee that Animusfia can come up with any magic that will surprise him.
Feeling the sudden change in magic power, Caesar cautiously blocked his sword in front of him.
At the same time, they are still increasing their efforts in "Huang's Death".
As long as Caesar is given unlimited magic power, Caesar can eventually extend the scope of Huang's death to the size of the entire Gaul region.
This is used to restore the great deeds of Caesar's conquerors.
It's just that this time the Lord used the Holy Grail to summon a lot of servants. Therefore, although Caesar theoretically has an infinite supply of magic power, he actually faces the same "flow" dilemma as Animusfia.
Although the reserves in the reservoir are unlimited.
However, the load that the contract, which is the magical power of pipeline transportation, can carry is limited.
"Occam's Razor! (Occam's Razor)"
As Animusfia shouted, Caesar's pupils shrank suddenly.
Like pure white translucent strings, and like the threads spun by the goddess of fate, countless "strings" shot out from the red light mask where Nero and Animusfia lived.
Countless "strings" are arranged neatly, forming complete planes that seem to not exist in this world at all.
The target of these planes is Caesar.
"Hey, is it another new move?"
Caesar swung his sword to block all the planes shooting at him, as if countless silks were twisted on the blade.
"But no matter what, this [Huang's Death] will conquer your magic one by one!"
Caesar shouted, swinging his sword down.
There were many wrinkles on the plane, but they were not broken by Caesar.
"Um?"
The surrounding golden light also seemed to be absorbed by the pure white surface, dissipating into the air like burning paper.
The moonlight once again fell on the battlefield between Animusphia and Caesar.
"[Crocea Mors], it is said to be a golden sword forged by Vulcan, the god of fire, who later gave it to his wife Venus."
Animusfia's figure walked out from behind the red mask and came to Caesar.
"It makes sense that this sword would be handed down to Gaius Julius Caesar, who is said to be a descendant of Venus."
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Unable to extract Huang's death from Occam's razor for the moment, Caesar frowned and looked at Animusfia who was telling the legendary story.
Caesar knew the legend about his own life better than anyone.
"But is that really the case...or is there another possibility? Lord Caesar."
Animusfia said, and one of the "strings" that made up the many planes surrounding Huang's death suddenly broke.
