"Tsk."
Nero looked at Animusfia, who was frowning, and asked in confusion:
"What's wrong with this city, Governor?"
Animusfia nodded and returned her gaze to the girl in front of her.
"Your Majesty, you have never visited Gaul, or rather Lutetia, before, have you?"
"Hmm..."
Nero nodded awkwardly after hearing Animusfia's question.
In her eyes, it was a shame not to have visited every inch of the land under her rule.
"You need not be ashamed of this, Your Majesty. Even Alexander who conquered half the world may not have visited every corner of his empire."
Animusfia comforted Nero.
"Then is there anything strange about this Lutetian city?"
Nero looked at the city not far away that was almost the same as Rome and still couldn't understand why Animusfia found this city so troublesome.
“It’s so grand——————”
Boudica, who was at the back of the team, stepped forward and said.
"The walls of this city are too majestic."
"Rome is similar to it, right?"
"That's why Hannibal didn't choose to bother Rome when he attacked the Italian mainland, Your Majesty."
Animusfia added after Nero's words.
"I'm afraid there are few cities in the world that can compare with Rome in this era. Alexandria in Egypt and Ctesiphon in Parthia may be comparable to each other, but this will never be the level that the old city of Paris should be. "
Boudica said with a little self-deprecation.
"Why?"
Nero was still confused.
"The Parisians are also a branch of Celtic...just like me and the Iceni. In fact, not far north from here you will reach Britannia, where my hometown is also - so I just know it."
"Clear what?"
"The Parisians did not have the ability to build such a majestic city. They were just a group of Celts similar to us, living in villages and making a living by fishing and hunting."
Boudica has made it very clear that the Parisians, as a branch of the Celts, do not have the ability to build a city of this magnitude, and there is no need for them to do so.
"But unlike Britain, this place was completely controlled by Rome before. It doesn't necessarily mean that this is a city built by the Romans, right?"
As early as the time of Caesar, the entire Gaul region fell into the hands of the Romans, but Britannia did not completely come under Roman rule until the era of Nero's stepfather, Claudius.
Nothing could be done in less than twenty years, so much so that Nero had just experienced a major rebellion that nearly engulfed all of Britannia.
The leader happens to be Boudica in front of her.
"You are right about that, Your Majesty."
Animusfia continued to Nero:
"I want to apologize to you."
"Governor, you didn't do anything wrong, why should you apologize to me?"
"I'm afraid you have to continue fighting with your ancestor, Lord Octavian——"
"You mean..."
Nero looked at Animusfia in disbelief.
"I'm afraid I failed to deliver the final blow to him at sea."
"What about this city?"
Animusfia nodded in disbelief and continued:
"It's also his handiwork. I can already feel the magic contained in the city wall just standing there."
Animusfia originally thought that after defeating Octavian's fleet at sea, at least there would be no major obstacles in Gaul.
But who would have thought that Octavian not only escaped from death somehow, but also built a city as big as Rome at the destination of Animusfia.
And after adding magic power, it can even exceed the defensive power of the Roman city wall.
This is an insurmountable obstacle for Animusfia's legion, which is almost entirely infantry and lacks siege equipment.
Even if it lasts for half a year and nine months, it is not a strange thing.
However, Animusfia didn't have that much time at all.
The current supply of the army is already at its limit. The transportation lines from mainland Italy cannot support so many legions. Animusfia only obtained enough supplies by barely restraining the soldiers and allowing them to plunder the surrounding areas on their own. .
If they fall into a siege, the final outcome left for them will be to retreat without attacking.
"Pass my order, the whole army marches south, we want to land on the small island east of Ile de la Cité!"
While giving the order, Animusfia accumulated magic power in his hands, and bursts of lightning flashed from his palm from time to time.
Ile de la Cité is located in the middle of the Seine River. It is a small island in the middle of the river. The naturally formed moat made the siege more difficult.
But luckily, there is more than just Ile de la Cité in the Seine—
The island that was later named Saint-Louis Island was the second island in the middle of the river about 50 meters away from the Ile de la Cité.
"Spartacus, are you ready?"
Animusfia looked at the giant man behind him who was as tall as an iron tower. His thick blood vessels protruded from his bluish-white skin like steel bars.
The face under the Spartacus mask made a terrifying smile towards Animusfia.
"oh!"
Just like Caligula was able to knock down the walls of Rome and annihilate all the Praetorian Guards by himself, Animusfia also has the Berserker, which can be called a strategic weapon.
