"Who are you!"
Octavian drew his sword and pointed it at Tiberius, who should be the commander of his loyal legions.
"I am just a Servus loyal to His Majesty Nero——"
Animusfia, who had learned a lesson from Caesar, naturally would not give Octavian another chance to cut off her head, and directly detonated the magic power in the clone first.
Pale lightning and rumbling thunder instantly enveloped Octavian and the top of his flagship, and the tall mast without sails broke in response.
At the same time, more than half of the ships in Octavian's fleet, as if they had been rehearsed in advance, turned their bows and headed in the opposite direction to the port of Masseria in Gaul - Rome.
Viewed from the air, dozens of galley warships turned around from all corners of the fleet, heading in another direction like a flock of geese, and finally gathered together.
"Paddle with all your might! We have to get back to Rome as quickly as possible!"
A centurion ordered to the soldiers who were rowing the oars.
Around them lay more or less the corpses of the slaves who had previously been responsible for rocking the oars.
Octavian, who never expected that all the legions in the camp would betray, did not send people to guard and disperse them as if they were taking prisoners. Instead, he trusted them directly and let them board dozens of warships of different sizes.
The soldiers loyal to Octavian were still looking blankly at the collapsed mast of the flagship on the remaining ships.
The flagbearers on each ship were completely unable to get even the slightest order from Octavian.
There were even many centurions who decided to follow half of the turned warships and ordered them to turn around.
The outcome that awaits them in the end is clearly obvious.
Either he surrendered like the legion in the camp, or he was surrounded by the fleet that had belonged to Animusfia, and finally he was stripped of his armor and sunk into the sea to feed the fish.
If you're lucky, you might be able to float along the ocean currents to land and become a wanderer.
For those ships that choose to continue to move forward according to previous orders, they have not even realized that these "comrades" who turned around have become enemies.
Just saw a thunderstorm destroying Octavian's flagship.
People are constantly speculating whether their army has angered Jupiter, the king of the gods, at some point.
However, Octavian's giant galley flagship still lived up to its name as a "behemoth of the sea" even under the bombardment of Animusphia's Jupiter magic. Thanks to its high cabin, the ship's draft was The floating structure was not seriously damaged and remained stubbornly unsinkable.
It's just that countless charred wood chips and not-so-tiny deck fragments are densely floating on the sea around the ship, telling others what a terrible attack the ship has suffered.
The seawater under the sawdust and debris fluctuated. Octavian broke out of the water in embarrassment. After spitting twice, he pierced the remaining hull of the "Octavian" with his long sword.
"Octavian" is exactly the name Octavian gave his flagship, but now both Octavian and Octavian are in the same mess.
Holding on to his long sword, Octavian inserted his hands and feet directly into the wooden hull of the "Octavian".
Pieces of wood continued to fall into the sea as he moved, but he didn't care about that much now.
That "Tiberius" was probably not Tiberius at all, and had long been betrayed by Nero's followers.
If the army commanders are all lies——————
Octavian, who climbed all the way from the hull to the deck, stood up and looked back at his fleet.
More than half of the ships were turned in the direction of Rome.
"...Give me the order to catch up with——————!"
The enraged Octavian almost opened his mouth to have a decisive battle on this sea.
"grown ups?"
The surviving soldiers on the ship looked at Octavian like a burnt drowned dog.
"No... we cannot pursue them. We have ordered all our people not to follow those mutinous ships. We will return to Massalia first..."
Octavian gritted his teeth and said angrily.
When did he, who had made more outstanding achievements than Caesar in his life, suffer such humiliation?
Even if Governor Varus lost three entire legions in Germania, he only made Octavian, who was far away in Rome, bang his head against a pillar.
Now, someone actually infiltrated the flagship and blew him into the water.
Octavian pulled out the wooden thorn that penetrated his arm without a drop of blood flowing out.
The huge wound, enough to see the other side through the wound, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Now are the three legions led by Caesar lost again...
No, not only that, even his fleet of Octavian Augustus lost half.
The sound of the waves reached Octavian's ears, but his heart was not at all peaceful.
...
"They will pay the price...soon..."
Octavian turned around and said after watching the fleet in the distance disappear under the sea level.
"Return! We have to prepare for war!"
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Animusfia, who was leading Nero's horse in the army, suddenly stopped, swaying slightly, and the prosthetic leg of his left arm hung weakly like a kite with a broken string. After a few moments, It's working again.
"Governor, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Nero asked him with concern.
This is the second time Nero has seen this symptom of Animusfia recently.
Nero had been suffering from headaches for a long time. Almost all the nobles in Rome and the Augustus of all ages had headaches. It was strange that she did not have headaches.
But her governor is different. If Animusfia has three advantages and two disadvantages——————
"As expected, you should sit on the horse, and I will lead the horse for you!"
Animusfia rubbed her temples and said:
"No, it's nothing serious, Your Majesty. You should just sit on the horse. This is just a sequelae of magic."
To really say that she couldn't hold on any longer, when Animusfia split out twelve clones to restrain Vlad III together, the pain of being solved by the Impaler all at once made life worse than death.
The pain of dying twelve times in an instant is difficult to describe in words. Even Heracles could only die one death at a time.
Not to mention that Animusfia had already asked the Impaler to kill seventy clones one by one before that, and he also suffered from the pain of being impaled on his left arm.
Now compared to that, it is a piece of cake.
"...Governor, why do you have the sequelae of magic even though you haven't done anything?"
"Well, speaking of which, I have never demonstrated it in front of Your Majesty.
"Demonstrating what?"
Nero's expression became confused.
To be honest, Animusfia just wanted to see her look like this.
"Hearing is worse than seeing. Your Majesty, why don't you see it with your own eyes?"
Animusfia said while condensing magic power on her hand,
Soon, a black humanoid appeared next to Animusfiya, and finally turned into his appearance.
"Ah!!! There are two governors!"
Nero's exclamation attracted many soldiers to turn around.
However, under the influence of Zhou Yu Lingji, the soldiers who were absolutely loyal to Animusfia did not react much. They just looked at it twice and then turned around and started marching again.
"Governor, how on earth did you do this?"
But Nero obviously would not give in so easily.
"Well, how should I put it? Think of this as a cover-up, Your Majesty. You saw those huge me in the previous speech, they are actually the same as this one."
The two Animusfia spoke at the same time.
"Is it just a cover-up? Then why did the governor have such a big reaction?"
"Although it's a cover-up, you can also understand it as a kind of clone. Everything that the clone encounters and feels will be transmitted to my mind——Of course, death is the same."
Animusfia said word for word.
".....die?"
Nero's expression was a little shaken.
"Then the governor before you, too?"
Animusfia nodded in disbelief.
"How could that be possible? How could Yu's victory be based on your sacrifice as the governor!"
"What's wrong with that? Your Majesty."
Animusfia used the prosthetic leg of her left arm to directly penetrate the clone's abdominal cavity.
"In the final analysis, this is just a ball of magic with my appearance."
Even though the abdomen was penetrated, the clone never changed its expression and told the facts in unison with Animusfia.
"Then..."
Nero was speechless for a moment.
The clone turned into black spots and disappeared into the air.
"ah---"
Nero wanted to reach out and catch those spots of light dissipated in the wind.
"I'm here, Your Majesty."
Animusfia's figure emerged from the black light spot.
"That's just magic power. Even if I suffer some pain, it won't cause too much harm--but the soldiers actually sacrificed their lives. Your Majesty, what should they do?"
"this...."
Nero could not answer.
Before Nero could continue to think, the march ahead suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Animusfia turned to look at the military formation.
"Report to the Governor, there is a group of refugees ahead."
"refugee?"
Nero was confused again.
"Yes, yes, they are refugees. They say they are refugees from Florence."
