Laughter like the roar of a wounded animal echoed throughout the city of Lutecia.
Even Animusfia and Nero, who were separated by several tall city walls, could hear it clearly.
It was as if Spartacus was laughing beside them.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha----!"
Under the huge pressure, Spartacus's feet had sunk deeply into the marble floor, half-hunched over, and every inch of exposed blue-white muscles was tense.
"Finally————I finally met you, the real oppressor!"
The short sword in his hand has already been inserted into the hard ground a few inches. You must know that what Spartacus is holding is not the "Yellow Death", nor is it the "Sword of Pledge of Victory" that is called the steel-cutting sword that cuts iron like clay. ".
What he held in his hand was just an extremely ordinary and ordinary dagger similar to his origin.
If you look carefully, you can even see the broken sword tip on the ground.
After the tip of the sword broke off, it continued to crush the ground under Spartacus' feet under the pressure.
But Spartacus was still laughing loudly, as if there were no shackles holding him back at all.
"This is... Lord Spartacus's laugh, isn't it? Governor."
Nero asked Animusfia in disbelief.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Animusfia took a long breath and relaxed a lot.
If it is Spartacus, then————————
Animusfia raised her head with difficulty and looked up at Octavian who was sitting on the top floor.
Let the gods of August have a taste of rebellion.
Nero lowered his head and remained silent.
Originally under the pressure of Octavian's level of Noble Phantasm, and the fact that even Animusphia, who was usually invincible, was temporarily helpless, Nero had fallen into a state of confusion.
But Spartacus's bold laughter suddenly woke Nero up.
He hadn't given up yet, so how could Nero have the nerve to stop now?
Although Spartacus did not cause trouble for her and Animusfia after the brief conflict in Masseria that day, Nero did not have much communication with Spartacus. .
Spartacus despised her.
Nero knew this very well, and it was even because of this that Spartacus did not become hostile to them.
Although he got benefits, Nero always felt a little unconvinced.
Although she knew that she might not be suitable to be the "Augustus" who ruled over everything, that didn't mean that Nero didn't want to be recognized by others.
At least, she wanted to continue to be the governor...in front of "Imberado" who only belonged to Animusfia.
Spartacus's attitude was a direct indication to her that a man named Nero didn't have the slightest ounce of leadership to warrant even a rebellion.
Nero didn't want to admit defeat to him.
She wanted to be the existence that Spartacus recognized, which Spartacus had to resist.
"Gu————"
So Nero gritted his teeth and stood the original fire in front of him. The burning flame once again enveloped the unique blade of the meteorite sword.
The magic power around him is constantly gathering in the direction of Nero. There is no need to feel it carefully. The magic power that is almost visible to the naked eye is flowing towards Nero.
Animusfia turned her head to look at Nero, who was dressed in red next to her, in surprise.
"Rome's" favor for Nero undoubtedly increased.
In this unique point, the reason why Nero, as a mortal, can be comparable to the Servants lies in the favor of "Rome".
Specifically, it is reflected in the "emperor's privileges".
Similar to the heroic spirits on the Throne of Heroes who received the blessing of inhibitory power, Nero, one of the Roman emperors, also received the blessing of "Rome" which was equivalent to weakening the inhibitory power.
If you want to directly destroy "Rome", which is equivalent to the foundation of mankind, you will inevitably encounter resistance from Rome. Coupled with the existence of human restraint, the emperor of Rome and the heroic spirits who appeared on their own should win very easily.
This can also be regarded as historical inertia.
Therefore, the Roman Singularity Point should be the most difficult point to win in Goetia's plan.
However, the emergence of many other "emperors" or "dictators" in the United Empire caused the favor that should have been concentrated on Nero to be shared with a third party.
The plan of the Demon God Pillars is also very simple. Since it is difficult to capture Rome from the outside, let Rome itself be captured.
Even Octavian, who once became the head of state, would have the desire to fulfill his wish at the expense of Rome.
That's why the situation is so difficult.
Animusfia originally thought that she must be completely eliminated like Caesar in order to help Nero regain the "emperor's privileges" that should belong to her in this era.
But now it seems that the changes in the share of "emperor's privileges" seem to be more dynamic.
Is it the determination and will to fight that brings about the change?
Animusfia still doesn't know what caused this to happen.
At the moment, he doesn't have time to delve into this.
After taking a deep breath, Animusfia also stood up straight and stood behind Nero.
But since His Majesty can do so much, Animusfia might as well just rely on her.
After all, a monarch who can be relied upon by his ministers is a good monarch.
A monarch who governs solely by relying on ministers may only be related to the monarch in name.
"...Although I don't know your real name yet, judging from your attire, you must have been a Roman soldier during your lifetime, Berserker."
Octavian looked at Spartacus who was laughing wildly and frowned.
“So what if it is, so what if it’s not—our whole life has been dedicated to struggle, so how can we be defined by pure identity.”
Spartacus stopped laughing, then looked up at Octavian and said.
Listening to Spartacus's specious words, the confusion on Octavian's face deepened.
Is it indeed worthy of being a [Berserker]...
"Even under my Noble Phantasm, you still didn't kneel down and even laughed loudly. Not only is it your weakness, your courage is also very commendable."
There was an expression of appreciation on Octavian's face, and as he spoke, he stood up from the white jade marble throne.
"However——————! Since you were a soldier of Rome, you should not know my name, Augustus, and dare to fight against me knowing this,"
Octavian's tone suddenly changed, and then he paused.
Then he said word for word:
"You must be ready to accept the price of destroying Rome's [Law] and [Peace]."
After Octavian's words fell, countless Fasces and Gladius suddenly appeared in the sky, and then fell towards Spartacus, and then the smoke dispersed.
Continuous roars sounded as the beam staff and dagger fell to the ground.
What sounded more loud was the muffled sound of blunt instruments and sharp blades penetrating into flesh and blood.
Just by listening to this frightening sound, you can tell that Spartacus in the center of the torrential rain formed by this bundle of swords is in danger.
Boudica's pupils shrank suddenly as she witnessed all this happening.
"snort."
Octavian snorted coldly, and then sat back on the throne.
........
"Not enough! Not enough——————!"
The heroic words that suddenly broke through the smoke made Octavian's expression change.
The smoke dispersed, and a giant blue-white shadow that could almost be called a monster, Spartacus, like a porcupine with clubs and daggers stuck all over his body, appeared in front of Boudica.
At least it can no longer be described as "human".
An arc-shaped gap suddenly opened where the head could still be vaguely seen.
"If you want me, Spartacus, to surrender, your shackles and violence are far from enough! Oppressor!!!"
Rather, Spartacus will never give in.
