Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Besides, I actually wanted you to stay in the tent." Shuoyue sighed wearily.

Tired, destroy it.

"Your Majesty is of noble birth, and with war imminent, a general in the field may not be able to obey orders. So I apologize—soldiers, hold her down! Do not let her leave the tent even a step!"

"Yes!" The former Royal Guard, including Ethel, and Nero's trusted men rushed forward and restrained the struggling Nero.

"How could this be! You all... let go, Governor! I am the Emperor!"

Amid Nero's shouts, Shuoyue strode out of the tent with refreshed steps.

Outside the tent

Because of prior instructions, not a single soldier removed their equipment. Therefore, the moment the bugle sounded, the soldiers under Shuoyue's command were fully equipped and lined up neatly in front of the camp.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the surrendered soldiers and prisoners were a step behind the soldiers.

Shuoyue saw all of this. His blood-red eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stood on the high platform and looked into the distance.

It was a man clad in magnificent golden armor and a blood-red cloak. He had purple hair stained black with blood and an excessively ferocious face. Seemingly sensing Shuoyue's gaze, the man on the plain suddenly looked up—

Two pairs of eyes, seemingly stained with blood, stared at each other across the distance. Before long, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood contained in Shuoyue's eyes easily overshadowed the resentment that the man had carried from slaughtering the legion.

Seemingly sensing that his momentum had been suppressed, the man roared, and despite his magnificent attire, he strode forward like a wild beast, his speed no less than that of a light cavalryman riding a warhorse.

What about the soldiers who were rescued?

Rosellio, who was serving at Shuoyue's side, replied respectfully, "They have already been integrated into the legion. Because of the prior warning, they did not say anything that would damage morale."

"Well done." Shuoyue turned her head slightly and looked at the soldiers behind her.

Even though they were unaware of Caligula's terror, the savage way the man ran still made the soldiers sense something terrifying.

This cannot go on.

Thinking this, the black Xuan Bird Banner reappeared in Shuoyue's hand, but quickly dissipated. The white-haired youth gave a blatant sneer and snatched the golden-red banner symbolizing Rome from Rosario's hand.

"All centurions under the First Legion Commander, step forward!"

The commander's clear and unambiguous order boosted morale, and the four hundred men who had been assigned to the First Legion by Shuoyue responded with a roar. The moment they took a step, a blood-red light, as if it were tangible, emanated from their bodies.

"Open the city gates and welcome the unwelcome guest on the plains!" The red-robed commander raised his banner high, his gaze calmly fixed on the berserker who had already crossed half the distance.

"Those under the command of the Second Army Corps shall enter and exit through the side gate, stand guard on the flank, and await orders."

"The archers, slingers, and crossbowmen of the Third Legion, go up to the city wall. The rest of you, including the surrendered soldiers who have been incorporated into the legion, go to the quartermaster to collect your tools."

In the blink of an eye, except for the Fourth Army Corps that remained behind, all the other soldiers sprang into action, surging towards their respective targets like a torrent.

Meanwhile, the prisoners who were deliberately left out and "forgiven" by Nero remained anxiously in place, only to find that the new moon had been looking at them at some point.

His blood-red eyes showed not a trace of emotion.

“You lot, let me see your loyalty.”

A moment later, a small group of troops, also fully armed, stepped out of the main gate and, under the stern orders of the centurions, rushed toward Caligula, who was surrounded.

Chapter 251 The Siege of Caligula

sunset.

On the plains, the second battle has begun.

On one side are the dead, who do not belong to this era, the former Roman emperors who were assassinated; on the other side are the governor personally appointed by Augustus, and his army of over a thousand men.

In terms of numbers, Caligula, who came alone, was at a significant disadvantage.

However, it is clear that combat strength cannot be judged by the number of people, especially since the soldiers standing in front of them are berserkers with A+ strength.

With such strength, slaying dragons, tigers, lions, cockroaches, sharks, and demons is no problem at all. Caligula is now a tyrant who stirs up storms on the battlefield.

Therefore, upon discovering the soldiers of the First Legion, the berserker with cloudy eyes did not retreat. Instead, he roared in a low voice and charged forward with extreme ferocity, his hands forming claws as he tore at the soldiers in the front row.

"Set up shields!" Shuoyue activated his spiritual foundation, and even from afar, his command could be instantly transmitted to the soldiers on the front lines.

Instantly, shields rose up, their wooden drums covered with animal hides, and their reinforced narrow metal strips gleaming with a cold, icy light.

The defenses seemed impregnable, but the soldiers standing at the front with their shields raised still couldn't help but feel apprehensive when they met the berserk gaze of the previous emperor.

That was the suppression of ordinary humans by Servants, monsters in human skin.

Not to mention the soldiers who had witnessed Göring's death, whose hands trembled uncontrollably.

Can we defeat such an enemy?

Just then, Caligula roared and attacked, tearing at the protective gear with his claws.

"boom!"

In a flash, blood splattered everywhere.

The berserker staggered backward as if electrocuted. The soldiers at the front line who were blocking the attack groaned and involuntarily slid back several meters. Their comrades behind them stepped forward and immediately took their place, forming a new defensive line in front of Caligula.

The enemy's numbers were far too few—just a dozen or so could completely surround them. How many shield bearers were there in a legion? Even without achievements worthy of being etched into the Throne of Heroes, such a large number of people, like sand forming a tower, would be enough to withstand the berserker's fierce attack.

Of course, the one who deserves the most credit is the white-haired commander standing at the top of the high platform.

[Killing surrendered soldiers: Unknown - EX]

The reason for choosing this battlefield instead of moving to another location is precisely this: after a major battle, this is the best place to unleash the full power of Blood Fiend.

The instant Caligula touched the shield, endless bloodlust surged forth, transforming into an incredibly hard substance that clashed head-on with the berserker.

“It blocked it…” A soldier looked at his almost intact armor in disbelief.

He clearly felt a force that could send him flying, but the force weakened considerably after the flash of blood.

Looking at the man roaring like a wild beast in front of him, the soldier suddenly felt that he was not so frightening after all.

"Third echelon, advance! First echelon, prepare!"

The centurion's shouts roused the soldier, his gaze hardened, and he marched forward without fear.

come on!

After a brief respite from the soreness in their arms, the first wave of shield bearers moved forward again, instantly filling the gap created by Caligula's attack. Meanwhile, the berserker was in excruciating pain from the recoil of the Blood Fiend and was unable to advance a single step.

Just then, a new order came.

"Prepare to throw javelins, everyone take a step back."

"boom!"

Under the influence of the spirit origin, the javelin throwers, poised to strike, stepped backward in unison, a thousand footsteps converging into one, the sound of their boots hitting the ground resounding like a drumbeat.

The berserker's attack missed its mark. Before he could react, a javelin thrower hidden behind the legion hurled his weapon, and blood-red patterns appeared on it the instant it left his hand.

Bloodlust!

Needless to say, under the influence of Shuoyue's spirit origin ability, the javelins fell around Caligula like rivers flowing into the sea. As the tips of the javelins struck the berserker's raised arms, the viscous blood surrounding them burst forth, spreading forward along with the pain of the dead and the hatred of the deceased.

In an instant, countless deep, bone-revealing rifts were torn open from Caligula's strong arms, leaving behind a desolate wasteland. Spirits wailed, engulfed and annihilated by the bloodthirst, ceasing to exist.

Caligula roared and suddenly took off running, trying to escape the cage that imprisoned the beast, but the iron shield glowed with blood again, easily stopping him.

"The Second Legion will cut into the flank of the First Legion. The shield infantry of the First Legion will retreat immediately after being hit. Be careful not to advance rashly."

Under the command of Shuoyue, the thousand-strong legion moved with the ease of building blocks. Unbeknownst to them, the soldiers who had experienced the Servant War quietly retreated and disappeared into the darkness. The Second Legion, also clad in heavy armor and with anxious eyes, took their place and joined the battle.

As the highest-ranking familiar with an extremely high degree of berserk tendencies, when faced with an army protected by the new moon, he was like a lion being hunted, only able to use his claws to sharpen the enemy's will and his roar to forge the enemy's courage, step by step heading towards defeat and death.

Rosario, who was also watching the battle from the high platform, finally understood Shuoyue's thoughts. He looked at the white-haired general standing on the platform in astonishment, his eyes filled with admiration.

Are they really using such an enemy, who can be described as a living evil spirit, as a whetstone for their soldiers?

Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the front. Rosario looked over instinctively and saw that Caligula, despite the recoil of the Blood Fiend and the blood and flesh flying from his arms, had managed to tear open the shield of the soldier amidst the soldier's terrified eyes, grabbed him, and tore him apart with both hands!

Blood splattered everywhere, radiating across the ground. The soldiers were dismembered before they could even scream.

Such a gruesome death immediately caused panic among those around them. Looking at the man bathed in blood, who resembled a ghost, the soldiers felt a chill run down their spines, recalling once again the fear of being dominated by the berserker.

"Don't panic, this is war, soldiers!" Shuoyue's voice rang out at the right time, easing the soldiers' panic and bringing them back to their senses.

Yes, even if the other side is only one person, it is still a war.

In war, how can there be no deaths?

All I had to do was try my best not to make any mistakes, and trust my comrades and commander.

"Next time you encounter a crisis like this, remember to discard your shields and retreat immediately. Your comrades will cover for you." The commander's voice was as calm as ever. "Remember, never let the enemy break through the encirclement. If you retreat out of fear, you will only have your comrades torn to pieces by the monsters along with you."

"Javelin throwers, attack!"

The attack, smeared with bloodlust, descended from the sky once more. This time, Caligula did not attempt to intercept it. Instead, he nimbly rolled to the side, dodging the attack while rapidly approaching the shield array, trying to stop the enemy's attack in this way.

Arrows shot through the air.

No one caught the meteor-like trajectory; they only saw a flash of blood disappear in an instant. The enemy staggered back as if he had been severely wounded, the arrow in his chest still trembling, the arrowhead already three inches deep in his flesh.

In the distance, a white-haired youth clad in bronze armor and holding a longbow calmly took out another arrow from the hand of a subordinate who was kneeling on one knee and presenting him with a quiver.

A bow is drawn and an arrow is nocked, blood clinging to it.

[Qin Dynasty Combat Skills: B+]

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Chapter 252 Moonlight, Devouring My Heart

The berserker's last chance of survival was gone.

If he still had the strength to break through the Blood Fiend's encirclement before, then after being pinned down by Shuoyue's two arrows, the heavily injured Caligula had completely lost the chance of victory and could only rely on his berserk ferocity to fight the soldiers protected by the Blood Fiend.

This battle began as the sun set behind the mountains and dark clouds obscured the night sky.

So the First Army retreated, and the Second Army advanced; the Second Army retreated, and the Third Army advanced; the Third Army retreated...

Oh, all three legions that have gone into battle have finished their drills.

As expected of you, you're really resilient, Uncle! Everyone who's used it says it's great!

Although some soldiers were still greedy for merit and rushed forward, failing to retreat in time and escaping the Blood Fiend's protective range, only to be grabbed by the berserkers and wrung out like a towel, most soldiers, after experiencing this high-intensity battle, were no longer afraid of these monsters in human skin. They could even adjust their positions on their own without Shuoyue's reminder, in order to better defend and counterattack.