Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

And this is exactly what Shuoyue wanted to see.

"Put away the quiver. I don't need to do anything more." The white-haired youth put away the Qin war bow he had made himself and looked towards the battlefield.

After such a long period of rotation and battle, Caligula, who was already seriously injured, was even more exhausted, and his movements became noticeably slower.

A Servant, and a Berserker at that.

The highest-ranking familiar felt tired?

"Hmph..." Shuoyue snorted softly and then issued the order.

"The Third Legion's orderly retreat is a testament to the loyalty of the prisoners whom His Majesty has pardoned."

Military orders cannot be disobeyed. The soldiers guarding the front line exchanged glances, and despite their reluctance, they all retreated, allowing the prisoners to step forward and seize the fruits of victory that were about to be theirs.

"My lord, is there a reason for doing this?" Although he had only followed Shuoyue for a short while, Rosario knew the commander's character well. It was already magnanimous of him not to kill all these prisoners. How could he possibly give them the credit for the war?

However, given the relationship between Nero and the commander, Rosario had to think twice.

Is this the power of love?

"You're overthinking it, Lieutenant General,"

To these soldiers, whose lustful desires had nowhere to go, Shuoyue could only roll her eyes: "This is my army, Nero's hand cannot reach here."

Surprisingly, even when Shuoyue called the emperor by his name, Rosario remained unmoved, simply listening respectfully to his commander's words.

"This is the first time you've encountered an enemy like this, but I've seen plenty." The white-haired youth looked at Caligula, who was not so much slowing down as he was gathering his strength, and said calmly, "Let them go up. To truly kill this kind of enemy, we must offer enough sacrifices."

Rosario was startled, then suddenly realized something, and his pupils contracted sharply.

As darkness fell, the soldiers who had left the battlefield raised their torches high, dispelling the darkness cast by the clouds, and turned the area centered around the berserker into an arena.

The prisoners felt very lucky.

During the turbulent days of war, they escaped the harsh winter and welcomed the spring filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

They only suffered a minor punishment for an afternoon, and then the beautiful and great Emperor Nero Claudius forgave their crimes. The white-haired commander who had crushed them was even willing to share the greatest benefits with them. It was obvious to everyone that the berserker was exhausted and that at any moment he might reveal a weakness, allowing the soldiers to swarm him and defeat him instantly.

At that very moment, Shuoyue surprisingly ordered the Third Legion to retreat and let them go into battle.

What else could this be but a free favor?

With this in mind, the prisoners proudly took over the positions of the Third Legion, defending against the berserkers' attacks. Little did they know that the bloodlust that the new moon applied to the shields was becoming increasingly thin, and Caligula's offensive was becoming increasingly sluggish, as if the two shared some unspoken understanding.

Then, at a certain moment, it erupted.

Caligula suddenly stopped attacking, looked up at the sky, and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the full moon hung in the sky, casting a soft moonlight upon the ground.

But when it fell upon the former Roman emperor, who was dressed in magnificent clothes, the silvery light burned him like flames.

"Retreat." A casual and abrupt order.

Before the prisoners, who had not sworn allegiance and were not affected by the New Moon Spirit Foundation, could react, the legion behind them, including the Blood Fiends who were protecting them, retreated like a tide.

Finally, someone realized the crisis, but it was too late.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-!"

Like a golden werewolf howling at the moon, Caligula's hands were clenched into claws, his crimson eyes so dark that the pupils were not visible. The silver-white flames on his body suddenly exploded, ripples flying with the stones.

"Moon, oh moon... curse me!"

Amidst the distorted, incoherent sounds, the soldiers centered around Caligula were scorched by silvery-white flames. The intense pain caused them to lose their grip on their weapons, and they all knelt on the ground, clutching their heads and screaming in agony.

The sharp silver light almost tore the air apart, carrying ripples of moonlight as it rushed in all directions. Wherever it passed, all living things could only kneel and scream in agony, gradually turning into skeletal offerings.

This is precisely the anti-army Noble Phantasm that Caligula possesses as a Servant—

"Devour my heart, Moonlight!"

The prisoners in the rear tried to escape, but once caught by the silver light, they would fall into the same madness as Caligula, besieged by the curse of the goddess Diana, and ultimately their fragile lives would inevitably return to the eternal moon.

The prisoners whom Nero had pardoned were all killed by Shuoyue through a scheme of using others to do his dirty work.

A cold wind howled, the crimson hue congealed into blood, and the white-haired youth stood tall, his cloak fluttering as if it were alive.

A thousand meters apart, the two red-robed figures who had jointly killed the soldiers stared at each other, one crazed, the other cold-blooded.

Ignoring the prisoners' pitiful state, Shuoyue swung her battle flag heavily.

"First Legion, Second Legion, Third Legion shield infantry advance, javelin throwers who have been replenished with weapons move forward, archers prepare, begin the encirclement."

Under the commander's orders, the legion, including the surrendered soldiers within it, finally snapped out of their shock and elation and charged forward with unprecedented loyalty and unity, completely surrounding Caligula.

This time, the berserker, having unleashed his Noble Phantasm, was powerless to resist. Amidst the blood-red arrows and spears, his injuries worsened until he could only kneel on one knee, arrows and spears embedded in his shoulder, and blood trickling down his face from being struck by stones.

"This makes me feel like the bad guy."

Despite whispering this, Shuoyue never let her guard down, keeping a close eye on Caligula without daring to relax for even a moment.

Command Spell.

Just like the shackles on Nero's hands, Caligula, after being summoned, also carried a double-edged sword of forced restraint.

In times of rebellion, it is a sword that pierces oneself; in times of crisis, it is the last straw to grasp.

Before anyone knew it, the white-haired youth had once again drawn his bow and nocked an arrow, the tip of which was now imbued with an unprecedented crimson sharpness.

The moment the Command Spell takes effect, the arrow will pierce Caligula's core.

All we have to do now is wait...

"Stop, Governor."

Someone grabbed his shoulder from behind, interrupting Shuoyue's concentration. He subconsciously looked behind him, then realized something was wrong and turned back.

But where can Caligula be found within the encirclement?

The white-haired youth pursed his lips, closed his eyes helplessly, and sighed softly, "Your Majesty..."

Warm, fragrant, and soft flesh pressed close.

A blonde, blue-eyed girl stood behind him, embracing Shuoyue. Her hands gently yet firmly grasped the young man's arms, her eyes revealing a complex and helpless expression.

Having escaped the tent, she recognized their enemy at a glance.

"Please spare my uncle... at least not in front of me."

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Chapter 253 Beasts and Beasts, Avengers and Expeditions

"Please spare my uncle... at least not in front of me."

The girl's soft voice was like a dream, scattered in the veil of moonlight.

A soft touch came from behind him, as if the emperor, Venus incarnate, was pressed against his back.

But Shuoyue did not turn around.

He wouldn't be angry because Nero covered Caligula's escape. Anyone would be shocked to see their uncle, the former emperor of the Roman Empire, being besieged.

Although she didn't know how Nero had escaped from the tent, she didn't question Shuoyue out of astonishment, nor did she loudly stop the soldiers from continuing their attack, disregarding her dignity—she simply stopped Shuoyue's arrow at the last moment. Considering the emperor's temperament, this was already a rare display of composure.

Shuoyue was never worried about the enemy.

"Do you know why I didn't let you out?" The white-haired youth sighed, lowering his warbler. "Does Your Majesty require some comforting services?"

"Hmm."

Nero's ahoge (cowlick) drooped down, and if the new moon were to turn around at this moment, it would see that Nero's emerald green eyes were dimmer than the distant starlight.

No, perhaps it was precisely because Shuoyue didn't turn around that she was able to vent her feelings without restraint.

"Sorry……"

"Your first reaction was to apologize?" Shuoyue said with a wry smile. "You have nothing to feel guilty about, Your Majesty. If I had to say something, it would be my mistake of not letting you know the truth."

“No, in any case, I prevented you from killing…the enemy.” Nero’s eyes were lowered, and his muffled voice resonated with the chest of the moon. “I know that even if my uncle were to be resurrected, Rome can only have one emperor. Many people may love this land, but there can only ever be one Augustus.”

"But when I think back to how he held me when I was little, and remember my uncle's loving smile, I can't help it, I can't help it..."

What a wonderful surprise it is that her loved ones have come back to life.

But ironically, her uncle, who had been dead for nearly twenty years, appeared to her as a rebel and the executioner who had killed what Nero had sworn to protect.

For Nero, who had believed that the various "emperors" proclaimed by the rebels were nothing but frauds, how devastating was this?

“It’s only natural for a man to do this, Your Majesty, there’s no need to feel guilty.” The young man turned around for once and gently comforted him, “If it were me, I would have done the same. But more importantly, aren’t you curious about why your uncle came back to life? And why he possesses such extraordinary power?”

Upon hearing Shuoyue bring up the matter, Nero hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking:

"You must be the same kind of person as your uncle, right?"

Even though Nero only made it to the end of the battle, it was clear that Sakumo and her resurrected uncle were far superior to the well-trained soldiers in terms of strength.

That's already at the level of superhumans, no, it's at the level of gods and heroes.

Not to mention the abruptness of the appearances of the new moon and Caligula: one descended from the sky like a prince on a white horse, and the other was completely resurrected from the dead. Judging from all their manifestations, the unusual nature of both far exceeds the realm of reality.

Under the morning star at dawn, the young man's red robe fluttered, and the dim light outlined his tall and straight figure.

Nero gazed intently at the serene and cheerful new moon, and asked her the purpose of her initial visit:

"Where do you come from? And in what form do you exist?"

The young man, with a smile, gave his answer:

“My essence is that of a follower, a foreign traveler who has come across time and space because of Your Majesty’s wishes and will.”

There's nothing to hide; his identity will be revealed naturally once the Chaldea personnel arrive.

Moreover, he didn't want to deceive the current Nero.

"Let us fulfill our initial vow, my Master."

Leaning on his sword, like the most solemn terracotta warrior, the white-haired youth proclaimed a divine revelation under the morning light:

"I came at the invitation of the summons."

"My fate is with yours, and my sword is your sword."

Looking at his young master, whose eyes were wide open and whose hands covered her lips, the white-haired youth placed his hand on his chest and lowered his head, not letting her see the secret smile on his face.