Although there were some twists and turns, Nero did manage to adjust his form.

The next day, with a fuller and more splendid attitude, he marched eastward.

First it joined up with the Einsatzgruppen led by Steno and Tamamo Cat, and then continued eastward under Steno's guidance.

Originally, Nero did not plan to march so quickly, but waited until the follow-up grain and grass were all in place before it was too late to march east.

However, all this is based on the premise that the specific location of the United Imperial Capital is not known, and how many days it will take to march, after all, the Roman Empire is vast, and it is not inferior to another empire in the East.

When Steno told him that the United Imperial Capital was so close that it would take a day at most, Nero did not hesitate to abandon his original plan, leaving only the wounded and some of the soldiers in charge of logistics to stay where they were, and he himself led the last of his elite light cavalry to the enemy's lair.

Steno's guidance was not erroneous. Although she is a bad-hearted and mischievous goddess, she will not lie in such a big matter.

Say it's a day, it's a day.

So much so that when Nero led his army to the city, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Comparing the map, Nero knew very well that he was now in the middle of Gaul and Massilia.

You know, this is the heart of Rome, and I don't know how many people pass through it every year, but she has never received reports that there will be a metropolis here.

Even more exaggerated, the metropolis Nero felt very familiar.

Walls, gates, decorations, sizes, ...... Everything was exactly the same as the city of Rome, and if it weren't for the wrong temperament hanging from the walls, Nero would have thought she was back in the imperial capital of her heart.

"What the hell is this ......"

"Magic, no, in this era, it is impossible to build a heroic city with magic overnight......" Wang Jia's side quietly appeared.

"Then there is only one answer - the Holy Grail, the power of the Holy Grail." Perseus on the other side was bright, "Sure enough, our previous analysis was correct. ”

"No need to analyze, didn't I tell you the answer? Do you think I'm going to cheat on you? Foolish servant. ”

Steno, who was sitting on Perseus's shoulder, was fiddling with the silk that had not shown presence for a long time, and reached out to pat Perseus on the head.

The latter didn't care either, and replied without being salty: "Considering your character, I think it's better to keep a hand." ”

"It's rude." Steno was angry, and his hand was loosened, "Sisi, bite him!" ”

"Silk ~~~"

In normal times, Sisi would definitely bite into it, because it liked Perseus's blood, but this time she refused, and got into Perseus's pocket and no longer probed.

"Sisi, you are disobedient!" Steno's thin eyebrows were upside down.

"Because there's going to be a war soon." Joan of Arc, who was parallel to Perseus, reminded him, "Goddess Steno, please also get off Perseus's shoulder, he may not have time to worry about you in the next battle." ”

"Well, I'll admit it." Steno's eyes rolled, and he smiled evilly, "But you have more than that, you have been staring at me since yesterday, do you want to pull me away from him and sit on my own?" ”

"No, not at all." Joan of Arc hurriedly denied, "I just, I just don't think it's good." Just, even if you are a goddess, you can't ...... like this."

"Ahh The more Joan of Arc panicked, the brighter Steno's smile became, "But I'm a goddess, and walking on my feet is a loss of decency, what do you think?" ”

"That's it, I'll find you a replacement."

Someone answered, it was Marda. Then he grabbed Steno by the collar and lifted her up like a chick and threw her upward.

"Tarask, she'll leave it to you. With the dragon as a ride, I don't think it will detract from God's dignity. ”

"Whoa~" With two dragon roars, the figure of the evil dragon appeared, catching Steno's body with his head.

Naturally, Steno was not satisfied with this rough treatment, and she stomped on Tarask's head twice, protesting and complaining.

"You, you treat me like this, too, too much, I, I'm a goddess."

"Yes, yes, I know you're a goddess." Marda shook her hand indifferently and unhurriedly raised her cuffs and hem, "But not the goddess I believe in." There is only one God I believe in, the Great Lord, the Merciful Father. Moreover, the battle is really about to begin. ”

As Nero's army approached the city, a piercing trumpet sounded in the capital of the United Roman Empire, which was exactly the same as the Roman city, and more and more soldiers appeared at the head of the city, waiting for the battle.

Seeing this, Perseus raised the flag of the Rose Emperor, bowed and said, "Please declare war on Your Majesty." ”

Without hesitation, Nero took two steps forward and raised his hands high to attract the attention of the whole army.

"Whew—the time for the decisive battle has come! Now is the time for us to work together! ”

"After this battle, the remnants are bound to unite Rome again! O hateful self-proclaimed 'emperors', today is the time of destruction of the impostor of Rome! ”

"Fight, rest of the soldiers! Turn into a sword and defeat all the impostors! ”

"The sword of Yu is the passion of origin (fire), and the sound of the sword is like the stars that surround the universe (sky)! Be in a trance for this, and sing praises, rejoice! O swords! ”

"Uh-oh-oh-oh!"

Suddenly, the sound of shouting was everywhere, although the number of people was at a disadvantage, but the momentum and sound of the explosion were more than equal.

The people who were able to come here were Nero's die-hard loyalists, her most trusted guards. They were the most elite troops under Nero's command, and for the sake of the Emperor, they would not back down even if they fought to the last man.

That high morale, even in Chaldea 2,000 years later, can be felt, and it is something that is absolutely impossible to feel in modern times with advanced technology.

"The whole army - charge!"

At the moment when the shouting of killing reached its peak, Nero swung his long sword, and the soldiers behind him rushed to the city gate without hesitation. Leading them was Joan of Arc, the true commander of the army all along.

Faster than Joan of Arc are the human flesh tank of Spartacus and the meat grinder of Lu Bu Chitu, the battlefield meat grinder, with them, no matter how large the number of enemy troops is, it is impossible to stop Nero's attack, unless-

"Perceived Servant reaction, very close, should be in visual range." Olga Marie's reminder came just in time.

As soon as the words fell, above the city gate, in the center of the main city, a majestic figure appeared out of thin air, attracting everyone's attention just by standing there.