Huge white marbles disintegrated piece by piece, and the chalk city that stretched across the Paris Basin like a mountain was shattered as if it had been weathered over time.
After Spartacus's Noble Phantasm was liberated, more than half of the entire Lutecia that stretched straight to the sky was instantly blown up, and the remaining part began to collapse like Octavian's "Peace".
Those marble cages used by Octavian to suppress them instead became the protective umbrella for Animusfia and the soldiers under this impact.
Or maybe Spartacus's attack was only aimed at the "shackles".
"This is the rebellion of [my generation], Augustus of Rome."
Boudicca spoke the next sentence for Spartacus that he had not yet said, and then poked her head out from behind Spartacus.
Octavian looked at the sword that pierced Spartacus and his abdomen at the same time, and said with some difficulty:
"You don't even hesitate to pierce the body of your companions?... What a skill, Nero's ally."
Spartacus's head has been hanging down weakly, and even his spiritual core has been pierced by Octavian's Fasces. He is now on the verge of disappearing.
The Noble Phantasm [Crying Warmonger] that releases the permanent type puts a huge pressure on Spartacus' spiritual base.
In fact, Spartacus at the end was completely unable to fight with the strength of a normal heroic spirit, and even ordinary soldiers may not be able to defeat him.
It has reached the point where the oil is exhausted.
However, even if he has completely lost his combat effectiveness, Spartacus will still not stop his resistance.
He did not choose to rebel because he was strong, so even if he was weak, Spartacus would still continue to rebel.
Even if the cost is his life, Spartacus will continue to resist Octavian to the end.
This is Spartacus [Indomitable Will].
"This is Spartacus's wish, if this can defeat you————"
Looking at Spartacus, whose body had begun to turn into stardust and dissipate, Boudica frowned slightly and spoke word by word.
“Hahahahahaha————cough cough cough————.”
Octavian suddenly began to laugh, but the blood rushing from his lungs forced him to cough.
Although the destruction of the [Chalk City] was not fatal to Octavian, it was definitely damaged. Even with the support of the infinite magic power of the Holy Grail, Octavian could not reverse the terminally ill Lutecia.
The magic power released by Spartacus did not dissipate directly, but continued to erode the city like a cancer, turning into maggots attached to the bones and constantly gnawing at the magic power provided by Octavian to the Noble Phantasm.
Even if Spartacus retires here and returns to the Hall of Valor, the magic power he left behind will eventually eat up Octavian's chalk city.
Octavian's rule was overthrown by the rebellion of Spartacus.
but.
"I haven't given up yet yet——————!"
Octavian pulled out the cudgel from Spartacus's chest, and then slashed at Boudica behind Sparta.
The stick also transformed into a long sword as it fell.
However, several dark magic beams drilled out of the ground completely shattered Octavian's delusions of counterattack.
Like black satin, the magic beam penetrated directly into Octavian's limbs, and then wrapped tightly around it several times.
Just like the tents commonly used in Roman legions were fixed to the ground by ropes, Octavian's body was also firmly fixed in mid-air, unable to move.
"Saturn"
Also taking care of the priesthood of the cold winter sun of Sethun, Octavian's whole body seemed to be frozen and he could no longer move.
It's not that he's being restrained layer by layer from the outside, but that the flow of his magic power itself has been suspended.
Octavian looked not far away. Animusfia, who had arrived at some unknown time, was panting and slapping her hands on the ground.
......Caster, Nero's favorite, then Nero should be here too.
"You lose, Gaius Octavian Augustus...father."
The alien sword burning with flames was placed on Octavian's shoulder, and Nero only needed one more movement to cut off his head.
What's amazing is that the entire sword is burning with flames, and even the sword itself has begun to vibrate. The strange design of "Primal Fire" has gained its value at this moment.
However, only the part on Octavian's shoulder still maintained the appearance of an ordinary sword blade, which was in no way different from his.
Seeing that he was forced into a desperate situation, Octavian closed his eyes and used his last strength to drop the sword in his hand.
Before the long sword hit the ground, it disintegrated into pieces like the surrounding marble, and then dissipated in the wind.
Even the sword/club that briefly touched Spartacus's body was implicated in his rebellion.
"Yeah, I lost."
Octavian sighed and asked Nero:
"But why didn't you take action directly? Nero Claudius, my Lord Augustus."
Nero's eyes widened when he heard Octavian address him.
"You...what did you call me just now?"
"Augustus, is there any problem? Since you are of my bloodline and have inherited my country, it is natural for you to accept the name of Augustus, right? I got this name from the Senate, Presumably you also got it from the hands of the Senate."
Nero shook his head.
"I did get that name from the senators at one time, but——————"
"Oh, those guys have taken it back again, haven't they? It has only been less than two hundred years, and they have already forgotten how they served me in the first place. They are really a bunch of bullies who are afraid of the strong. They should have been disbanded directly from the beginning. "
Octavian made fun of the senators in the Roman Senate without scruples in front of Nero.
"In this case, there is no need for you to care about what they think. The Senate is not the only one who can give the name Augustus. Put your sword away first, my child."
Octavian looked at Animusfia, who had already walked in front of him, and opened his mouth and said:
"Zhou Yu——Animusfia, it's time for you to untie me. I have already given up."
Nero looked at Animusfia with some hesitation, but Animusfia gave Nero a "reassuring" look.
Then Nero put down the original fire from Octavian's shoulders.
However, when Octavian saw this, he silently shook his head.
Boudica also wanted to draw out her sword that pierced Octavian's abdomen, but he stopped her.
"No, I will borrow your sword for a while longer, Nero's ally. This way, I can hold on for a while longer."
Octavian allowed the long sword named victory to be inserted into his body.
The magic beam controlling Octavian's limbs was also missing.
At some point, the large, white marble city had completely disappeared.
The few people now were talking on the broad plain beside the Seine River.
"Nero, I, Gaius Octavian Augustus, will officially give you the name of Augustus today."
Octavian looked at Nero, who looked quite similar to his daughter, and showed a warm smile for the first time in a long time.
"Are you willing to accept it?"
