Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"I apologize, Fujimaru, Master. My messenger reported to me today that I should also cross the Mediterranean and embark on an expedition to the heart of the United Empire."

As previously mentioned, after wiping out the remnants within the Roman Empire, the new moon sent troops deep into the heart of the region, intending to launch a coordinated attack from within and without against the Roman Empire.

This morning, the messenger finally brought news, so Shuoyue, who had been taking a break from her busy work at the palace, will once again don her armor and rush to the battlefield.

Gaul was one of the front lines of the battle against the allied forces, and the new moon's deep penetration into enemy territory would greatly relieve the pressure on the heroic generals stationed at the front and on Nero, who was about to arrive.

Knowing this, Nero did not stop the new moon. After a brief moment of disappointment, she smiled brightly again.

"Hmm, then I'll await the Governor's good news. And please take care of yourself. Messenger—"

"exist!"

"The Emperor is personally leading the expedition; prepare immediately!"

The emperor, dressed in a deep red gown, waved his right hand forward with great force, looking radiant and full of vigor.

"As you command!"

He came alone on horseback, and he left alone on horseback.

They are as free and easy as the wind, as free as the clouds.

Watching the figure disappear into the distance, the blond emperor finally withdrew his gaze.

"Is he your servant, Your Majesty Nero?" Fujimaru asked beside him.

"Yes, he's a handsome guy who rode a white horse and saved me in a moment of crisis. Even if he didn't say it, I know he took the initiative to launch the expedition for my sake. Hmm, I'm very happy!"

“Is that so…” Fujimaru murmured, saying nothing more.

Even though the young emperor's face showed a complex smile intertwined with pride and loneliness.

He was the last Master of Chaldea, a lone traveler who would save the world—a beautiful emotion he was not entitled to possess.

"However, it is quite remarkable that someone who is merely a follower has gained the favor of the emperor of a nation."

"This is truly a beautiful way of being, between each other." On the other end of the bracelet, the doctor took a bite of his treasured strawberry cake and revealed an impeccable smile.

The main force of the Imperial Army began to move out, while on the other side, in the central palace of the Allied Army near Madrid, an uninvited guest arrived.

“Nero…Agri…Pina…”

Carrying his broken body, the irrational Caligula walked step by step along the palace road, while the brown-haired man sitting high on the throne cast a displeased glance down at him.

"Foolish berserker, do you still have the nerve to come back now?"

The berserker, or rather the berserker's body, reacted to the man's mocking words.

With an excessive surge of magical energy, countless "new shoots" sprouted from Caligula's body.

It was covered with glowing blue eyes and enormous tentacles that resembled the scales of a demon. Where the demonic eyes were located, rose-like spikes, known as the 'Demon Spear', grew.

Gazing at the monstrous, wildly growing creature, the brown-haired man felt no panic; instead, he sighed.

"Oh, what an astonishing form of existence! Such magical quality, such a fundamental principle—so familiar, yet so incongruous! Could it be that this is—"

The next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down on one knee with humility, lowering his noble head.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

An ominous phantom descended, and when the brown-haired man stood up, his pupils had turned a dark gold.

"This aura—is it from a beast that shares the same original sin as me?"

The tentacles wriggled, gleefully drawing nourishment from Caligula's suffering, transforming it into energy for their dialogue.

The man, who was being controlled by an unknown entity, remained silent, his eyes flickering slightly as he engaged in a dialogue with the visitor on some level, ultimately reaching a consensus.

"Break free from your bonds? Oh, that's a power from the moon itself. Only such a miracle could imprison you."

"Understood. All I need is stability in the singularity. If it's yours, then take it and savor its evil—"

Golden eyes pierced through the past, present, and future, yet became blurred by the presence of one person.

"Hmm? Someone actually interfered with my observation? It's just a vengeful spirit from the ancient East... No, not at all. It's just one of the wedges used to suppress human evil. There's some kind of essence deeper inside. Interesting."

"So be it, there's no point in putting up a stubborn resistance; the burning of humanity has already become a fact."

"This singularity is entrusted to you. Don't let me down."

The two ultimate beasts communicated here, and finally, as the deal was completed, their pupils faded, their tentacles closed, and everything returned to its calm and peaceful state.

The sky in Rome remains as blue as ever.

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Chapter 270 Nero's Abnormality and Boudica's Pain

Leaving aside the return to their base and the crossing of the sea with their army, Nero and Fujimaru arrived in Gaul ahead of everyone else after a forced march.

"To all the soldiers who joined the Gallic Expedition, to all those who fought so hard for me, my people, and my Rome, thank you for your service!"

"From this moment on, I too will contribute to the expeditionary force. And here are my warriors, each capable of taking on a thousand men!"

"We cannot afford to lose this battle! May the glory of victory belong to me and to you, our beloved Rome!"

Not long after arriving at the military camp, Nero personally took to the stage and delivered a powerful speech to the soldiers. Inspired by the emperor, the soldiers cheered and their morale soared.

"What a huge cheer! Is this the charisma of Emperor Nero as a leader at his peak?" Fujimaru stood in the corner, a hint of amazement on his face.

“I think so. But it’s incredible that such a popular emperor ended up like this in his later years… no, I’d better not say. This cannot be said. We cannot let those who live in the past know the future. This is our policy.” The doctor on the other end of the bracelet typed on the keyboard and suddenly said.

"Hmm, this reaction... Fujimaru, over there..."

Before he could finish speaking, a gentle voice came from the other side.

"Oh dear, you've arrived faster than expected, Your Majesty Emperor Nero Claudius. Hmm, this innocent-looking boy is the legendary guest general? Appearances can be deceiving; I've heard you're very strong."

She was a red-haired woman with delicate features, wielding a longsword and shield. Perhaps due to her long battlefield experience, although she had a full figure, she also possessed a unique and formidable air.

"Welcome to our long journey. I am Boudica, a general of the Gallic expeditionary force."

Boudica, queen and queen of the ancient Iseni tribe in East Anglia, England, led a rebellion of British tribes against the rule of the Roman Empire's occupying forces. She destroyed three major cities of Roman Britain and killed more than 70,000 enemies, making her a victorious queen who came very close to success.

This sworn enemy of Rome has somehow transformed into a general under Nero. As the saying goes, history is truly amazing.

Is this considered history?

Because Mash was not present, Boudica did not show her maternal side. Instead, she maintained her clean and efficient style and introduced the Servant beside her, Spartacus, who was also a leader of the uprising, to Fujimaru and the doctor. Just then, Nero, who had finished his speech, also walked towards the group.

"General Boudica, you have managed to hold out against the enemy for so long with your current forces. Hmm, I must express my gratitude to you!"

Just as Boudica was smiling and about to decline, a chill gripped her heart, making her hold her breath.

Within the spirit origin, the part belonging to 'Britain' is wailing, conveying the fear of being prey.

The source of this fear—was the emperor, with his ever-present smile.

"Your hostility is already showing, Boudica." Unbeknownst to him, the blond emperor's smile gradually turned as black as mud.

"Oh, oppressor..." As if sensing something, Spartacus arched his back like a wild beast and growled softly.

“You are right—the present remnant is Rome itself, which you despise.”

Rome.

For Boudica, this was such a heavy word.

The incident stemmed from a treaty. Nero's mother, Agrippina the Younger, poisoned Emperor Claudius I to ensure Nero's smooth succession to the throne. During the turbulent period of transition between the old and new dynasties, in order to stabilize Britain in the west, Rome signed a treaty with the Isidian royal family, agreeing to grant Britain a portion of land in exchange for their support.

However, after Nero came to power, he went back on his word, claiming that the land they had previously received was not a gift but a loan. He demanded that not only be returned to Rome, but also that the Isignian royal family cede another portion of territory as interest on the loan.

Boudica, as Queen of Echin, naturally refused the request. As a result, Rome directly sent troops to intervene by force. Not only did they seize the land and confiscate the royal property, but the Roman army also raped Boudica's two daughters in the street. Boudica herself was beaten to the point of near death. This was the origin of the uprising that year.

Rome, how arrogant, how barbaric, it seems to be a synonym for the most fundamental evil of mankind.

The Nero of today makes Boudica feel the humiliation and indignation of that time once again.

Nero, you—

The smiles vanished, not just Boudica's, but Nero's as well.

"Hmm, what's wrong with me?" Looking at the astonished crowd around her, Nero slapped her forehead, a look of considerable confusion on her face. "Hmm... I remember standing here talking to you just now, right?"

Boudica silently stared at his enemy and emperor.

At first glance, it seemed like Nero's prank, but the Spirit Origin that had stopped trembling and Spartacus that had fallen silent again were undoubtedly telling her that the Nero before her had returned to his original form, the wise man who was willing to set aside personal and national grudges and fight for a greater world.

However, those words and that smile were like thorns, deeply embedded in Boudica's heart, constantly reminding her that beneath the glory of Rome, darkness was so thick and lurking.

"Hmm, what was it again? I seem to be a little tired. Boudica, these guests are in your care. Tell them about the situation in Gaul. My head hurts, I need to lie down for a while."

"Understood... the Emperor of Rome."

Fortunately, Nero was suffering from a headache at the time and did not notice Boudica's subtle change in wording.

As night fell, the new moon, having calculated the exact time, led its army across the Mediterranean and anchored in the enemy's heartland.

As for the timing... it was right when Nero said those hurtful words.

But it was as if the protagonists in the story had been reversed. This time, Shuoyue, as the 'invader,' had to lead her exhausted soldiers to meet the surprise attack of a madman after landing on the enemy's territory.

"Ooooooo!"

The chaotic brain could only output fragmented words. The purple-haired man, who had once escaped death, suddenly gained confidence and once again single-handedly confronted the enemy who had defeated him.

"On high alert, First Legion deployed."

Using the power of the Spirit Origin to suppress the soldiers' drowsiness, Shuoyue skillfully summoned Blood Fiend and dispatched the First Legion, the most skilled in Servant battles, to engage Caligula in direct combat.

Then, they suffered an unexpected blow.

"Boom!"

The Rose Spear and the Demon Scales, with tentacles of indescribable shapes, tore through flesh and blood, striking fiercely at the spreading bloodlust.

"This, this is...!"

“Ugh!”

The soldiers' exclamations and the berserker's painful roars rang out together. Shuoyue frowned, feeling the blood demon defense line that was difficult to restore in a short time. Spirit particles appeared in her hand, she drew her bow and nocked an arrow, and fixed the frenzied tentacles with one arrow.

"Form ranks, retreat, shield bearers concentrate, Second Legion, throw short spears!"