"Are you awake, Your Majesty?"
Nero woke up from his dream and saw Animusfia who had been waiting by her side, and his heart that had always been hanging was finally relieved.
She vaguely remembered that she had a dream, and she obviously wanted to remember it, but after just a few words of conversation with Animusfia, the traces left by the dream almost disappeared.
...
But she is much more at ease now, there is no doubt about that.
Just a few minutes later, Nero and Animusfia received the report from the soldiers and headed to Marseilles together.
Nero, who was suspended in mid-air while being held in Animusfia's arms, finally saw Masselia Port with billowing smoke as he continued to accelerate.
The huge body visible to the naked eye ran rampantly through the city.
Just like wild boars running rampant in the mountains knocking down bamboo bushes, the green-white-skinned "beasts" knocked down buildings.
Several soldiers flew high into the sky under the impact, and then fell to the ground.
During the convulsions, blood flowed from their ears and nostrils, and their limbs and torso were limp.
Life has passed from their bodies.
In addition, there were many Roman soldiers not far away from Spartacus holding square shields surrounding him.
"Spartacus, stop! They are not enemies!"
In the military formation, Boudica shouted helplessly.
Spartacus was not as determined as she and Jing Ke to help the current Rome, the country led by Nero. They fought together because they had the same enemy, the United Empire, and temporarily formed a unified front.
Similar to Spartacus, Lu Bu was in a similar situation. However, unlike Spartacus, who was still able to think independently, Lu Bu had almost lost all his sanity.
Under the constraints of Jing Ke, who came from his hometown, it was more or less unlikely that he would point his weapons at friendly troops.
But how should she restrain Spartacus, who defeated Rome several times with only slaves and deserters, allowed the rebellion to continue for several years, and even eventually turned Rome into a laughing stock?
If Rome had not always been a country that suffered repeated defeats and wars, if Spartacus was in Egypt or Seleucid, the outcome might have been completely different.
Spartacus is by no means a tool that can be manipulated by others, a blade that can only obey the master's will.
Instead, Spartacus was the man who held the sword, broke free from the shackles, and single-handedly created the leader of the most far-reaching slave revolt in history.
Even if the uprising fails, he is his own master.
How could Boudica restrain such a being?
She pulled her Sword of Boudica out of its scabbard and held it in front of her.
If possible, Boudica does not want to fight against Spartacus, firstly because they have always been comrades who can trust each other before, and secondly because once attacked, Spartacus will inevitably become an enemy—— —not an alliance that can be fought for now.
But now she can no longer allow Spartacus to slaughter soldiers.
Boudicca didn't think she had any chance of defeating Spartacus, but she was still ready to fight.
According to the soldiers in the city, Nero and Animusfia were on a warship not far away. Boudica could only hope that those two would arrive here as soon as possible.
However, once the two real "oppressors" arrive, things may get worse, but not necessarily.
"Hahahahaha, Queen of the Iceni! You don't need to dissuade me. Who is the enemy and who is the oppressor? I only need to look at it to know————"
Before Spartacus could finish his words, several jet-black magic beams tied him up. The stagnant magic power made him unable to speak any more for a while.
It was as cold as the frozen soil under the mountains in the far north that had never seen sunlight.
It is the animusfia that symbolizes the magic of Saturn, the black sun - Saturn.
"Um?"
However, as a berserker, Spartacus could not be completely restrained like Caligula. He tried his best to look down curiously, and saw several dark magic beams emerging from the ground. He was fixed to the ground like a military tent.
An excited smile appeared on Spartacus's face.
"Is it finally time for the rebellion to begin... O oppressors, let me, Spartacus, see with my own eyes whether you are the real oppressors!"
Blue-white magic power accumulates on Spartacus' huge body, and through the gaps in the dark magic beams, one can see the beast-like muscles rapidly expanding under the influence of magic power.
"It's useless--it's useless--!"
Spartacus murmured low words, and eventually his voice became louder and louder.
"It's useless! Such shackles will never be able to restrain me!"
Spartacus' size visibly increased by two circles, and his immobile limbs began to move again.
And the Saturnian magic used by Animusfia to restrain him also lost control.
But the strange thing is that even if the Saturn magic lost Animusfia's control, the dark magic beams still tightly bound Spartacus's limbs, becoming like shackles and iron behind his feet. Ball-like "shackles".
After being restrained by shackles, Spartacus's magic power became even stronger than before.
A free spirit will never be bound by external shackles. Spartacus was not bound when he was alive, and he will not be bound after becoming a heroic spirit.
The more oppressed and tightly bound, the more power the oppressed can accumulate in their hearts. One day, the oppressed anger will burst out like a river bursting its banks and lava pressing deep underground.
The role of Spartacus is that of the breach when the dike breaks and the volcano when it erupts.
The more pressure he puts on him, the more terrifying Spartacus's final outburst becomes.
If the object of his resistance was not Rome, which could last for thousands of years and was equivalent to the cornerstone of human civilization, then Spartacus's final outburst would have been earth-shattering.
But it is precisely in this way that Spartacus can launch an eternal rebellion against Rome, the oppressors, and the powerful.
The dragon slayer never succeeded, and there would never be a chance to transform into a dragon.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to roar at the giant dragon, hurting the beast forever.
The figures of Nero and Animusfia appeared in Spartacus's vision.
“Hahahahahaha——————!”
Spartacus laughed wildly and rushed towards Animusfia and Nero.
"O oppressor! Feel this rebellion!"
Like a moving mountain, the blue-white beast rushed towards Nero and Animusfia with unstoppable momentum.
"Governor, who is that guy?"
"That guy is Spartacus, Your Majesty. This name should be familiar to you."
Since both Octavian and Caesar can appear in this era, it is not a big surprise that Spartacus appears here.
Nero had also learned of Spartacus's existence from Boudicca's letter.
But this was the first time she met the rebel who once plunged Rome into chaos in history.
"Is this what Spartacus turned out to be... Hmm, it's really hard for Crassus..."
Nero was worried about Crassus, who finally wiped out Spartacus. To be able to defeat such a person, Crassus must also be very powerful.
"The real Spartacus may not be like this. The berserker you see now, Your Majesty, is a heroic spirit whose merits have been sublimated. He is much stronger than a mortal."
"Hmm... So he is an enemy now——"
Looking at Spartacus who was already close in front of him, Nero set up his original fire.
"Not necessarily."
After Animusfia left these words, she silently took a step forward and stood in front of Nero.
"Anyway, don't attack yet, Your Majesty."
In an instant, Spartacus arrived in front of Animusfia, holding a dagger that was very common for Roman soldiers, and struck it down hard.
"Keng——————"
The sound waves of the clash of gold and iron spread around Animusfia and Spartacus.
Even the warships on the surrounding waters can be clearly heard.
For a while, the city became quiet.
"If you really know who is an oppressor or not, then first see if I am an oppressor."
Using the prosthesis made for him by Leonardo da Vinci, Animusfia reluctantly took the blow from Spartacus.
Holding his dagger tightly, Animusfia said to Spartacus.
Spartacus stared at Animusfia through the gap in his iron helmet with wide eyes.
"............"
Spartacus's other hand went up.
"Governor————!"
Nero couldn't help but rush forward with his sword, but was blocked by Animusfia's outstretched right arm.
Spartacus began to look at Nero again.
Boudica watched everything happening nervously, magic already concentrated on her blade.
"what--."
Spartacus suddenly dropped his dagger without any emotion.
"Both the emperor and the governor-general are empty-handed and empty-handed."
