Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

At this point, Tsugumi raised Nero's hand and cheered.

"Let us rejoice for the holy Augustus! (Divus Augustus!) The merciful Lord! (Domine!) The father of the nation! (Pater Patriae!)"

Many of the words that later Romans used to praise emperors were now being used against Nero, but at this moment, the well-fed crowd below did not find it offensive.

As long as they are fed, the people will always do whatever you say.

"Long live the Emperor! (Vivat Imperator!)"

Amidst cheers that resounded almost throughout Rome, Nero's face flushed red, his eyes slightly narrowed, and an indescribable sense of intoxication and joy spread through him.

Is this what it feels like to be an emperor who is recognized and loved by others?

I like this feeling!

Looking at Nero, who was lost in this joy, Tsurugi also smiled happily.

Tyrant Development Plan, progress +10!

Changing styles doesn't stop it from killing! : 160. Saint Tsurue's Kind Little Massacre (Part 2)

Oh dear, on the other hand, things are really bad for Saint Dongjiang.

Saint Dongjiang practically fought his way out of the wilderness.

"Damn it, wasn't it said that the Age of Gods was over?"

Tsugumi, carrying a True Cross that was practically indestructible but utterly useless, stood with the corpse of a wyvern that had just been smashed into a pulp beneath her feet, and muttered something under her breath.

He was constantly killing along the way—not killing people, but killing these monsters!

From wyverns to basilisks, from chimeras to unicorns, they're practically everywhere.

Or rather, these things seem to be attracted by something and just have to come and cause trouble for Tsurugi!

Oops, this is so troublesome!!!

Saint Tsurugi is different from Demon Tsurugi. Thinking in a 'kind' mode, he is a person who hates trouble.

Saint Tsurugi, who adheres to the optimal solution model of "violence is always the best option," is now thoroughly fed up with killing.

So he simply went to a nearby city.

And then, sure enough—

"Damn it, I still can't contain my desire!" Dongjiang had only walked one street when he could no longer suppress his lust for TuTu.

After entering this city whose name I don't know, everything under my feet was mud.

Perhaps because the rainstorm had just passed, the air was thick with the stench of fish, rotting mud, and excrement.

So who said the Type-Moon universe is U-shaped? The lives of ordinary people in ancient Rome didn't seem any better than those of modern people!

What bothers Dongjiang is not the foul-smelling swamp.

Instead, it is the tens of thousands of poor people who work in this swamp.

They chanted slogans, carried heavy, damp logs, moved demolished stones, and used the simplest tools and their bare hands to rebuild their destroyed homes.

Among this group of people were priests in clean robes and arrogant Roman officers, dressed in clothes that were completely out of place with these naked men.

He would occasionally brandish a whip and lash someone out, berating them as lazy pigs.

At this moment, there was such a boy standing in front of Tsurugi.

Although he was probably fourteen or fifteen years old, his thin body made him look no more than twelve or thirteen, and he was wearing—a tattered burlap sack that could hardly be called clothes.

He was struggling to drag a heavy log, each step leaving deep marks in the mud, when just as he could no longer move it, the Roman officer beside him lashed out with his whip.

"Stop slacking off, you pig!!!"

Holding an apple in one hand and pulling out a whip, he struck the boy with a whooshing sound.

But just as the whip was about to strike the boy, and Tsugumi was about to start drawing—

An ordinary old man blocked the whip that was about to be swung at the boy.

His body took the boy's place in the lash; the crackling whip tore through the air, ripped through clothing, and left a shallow bloodstain on the old man's body.

"Please don't do this." The old man stood up as if nothing had happened, looked at the officer, and said softly.

"We will do everything we can, please don't hurt us."

Such a threat was weak and ineffective, but the officer seemed to be wary of something, and walked away muttering curses.

As he left, he was still muttering something about evil atheists.

Dongjiang squinted slightly, followed the officer, and returned half a minute later.

At this moment, everyone in this muddy field is working hard under the old man's direction.

Dongjiang waited for a while before the old man finally had a chance to slowly walk over, unscrew the kettle, took a sip, and handed it to Dongjiang, his face kind and gentle.

"Would you like a drink, my Lord's friend?"

"Do you really think you can move these people with good deeds and compassion?"

Tsurugi looked at him and said slowly.

“Peter, I do not wish to slander your teacher to your face. But he has already shown us the consequences of showing mercy to these Romans.”

“Violence only leads to more violence, while doing good deeds, even if it only changes one person, is a way of passing on goodness and the right path.”

Peter shook his head and said softly.

“I am not a great man, but merely a fisherman whom my Lord has converted.”

Yes, the person standing in front of Tsurugi was a very famous figure.

Peter, or rather Saint Peter, was Jesus' chief disciple and his most beloved and accomplished student.

In the East, this status is comparable to that of Yan Hui, but unlike Yan Hui, Saint Peter also has a very famous identity.

That was the first Catholic Pope

In an era where the older something is, the more prestigious it is, the identity of the first pope is incredibly mysterious and prestigious.

When the servants are summoned, they will probably be able to fiercely attack the ocean.

Perhaps this is why Nero, who nailed him upside down to the cross, was later repeatedly associated with the devil of hell.

However, Tsurugi didn't care about any of that. He had seen plenty of impressive people, and St. Peter was nothing special.

Tsugumi slammed the True Cross on her back into the ground, patted it, and mocked him.

"Then I'll give you this relic. Use it when you're crucified, so that you can feel the same way as your teacher!"

"Anyway, when you go to Rome in the future, you will have the exact same experience as your teacher."

St. Peter gently stroked the dried bloodstains on the cross, then shook his head and said firmly.

“I am not qualified to do this, and this is by no means a sacred object. If my Lord were here, he would never advocate such idolatry!”

"That's the only thing I can praise." Tsugumi smiled and withdrew the Christian creed.

"My good bro has said more than once that seeing all these things hanging in churches feels like everyone seeing him land and beat up O!"

St. Peter's eyebrows twitched, and he took a deep breath.

"Please do not slander my Lord, Lord's friend."

"Ha! You're still not happy?" Saint Tsurugi, as if he had found some amusement, simply started singing on the spot.

"My brothers are like soldiers, guarding the camp day and night~~ My brothers are like bandits, lurking everywhere~~~"

"My brother is like a teacher, working tirelessly day and night! My brother plays games, he loves to play a few rounds whenever he has free time!!!"

St. Peter's eyelashes trembled rapidly for a moment, and he took several deep breaths to calm down.

"Ugh, what a joker, so boring." Tsurugi pouted.

"Alright, let me make a prediction: are you planning to go to Rome to preach next?"

“That place is the root of all evil and should be disciplined.”

"Ha, admirable indeed, but how about we make a deal?" Tsuruge stroked his chin, a playful look in his eyes.

"I'll help you spread your faith, and you'll have to do me a small favor in return, okay? As for what it is, I haven't thought of it yet!"

"I......"

"You have no right to refuse!" Tsuruga raised her voice, then chuckled and tossed out a bloodstained whip.

Seeing the bloody whip that had lashed countless slaves rolling on the ground, St. Peter sighed, knowing that he and his followers could not stay there any longer.

"Ha, once you guys go to Rome, we'll find a chance to take down the Pantheon!" Tsurugi exclaimed happily, pumping his fist.

"Once you've killed all those priests, you can move in, and then when the opportunity arises, kill another batch of nobles—ha, kill, kill!!!"

St. Peter was speechless as he looked at the overjoyed Dongjiang. He even began to doubt whether the man before him was truly a friend of their Lord.

After all, I always felt that they were complete opposites!

"My lord's brother, why do you have such a fondness for killing?"

St. Peter looked at Dongjiang and asked earnestly.

“Our Lord teaches us to forgive others.”

"He's my brother, not my father, why should I listen to him!" Dongjiang waved his hand and said.

"Besides, even if I were to listen to him, I'd rather listen to his father. The only way to deal with a scumbag is to kill her!"

"Forgiveness won't bring enlightenment to these scoundrels! Besides, if you forgive these guilty bastards, who will take responsibility for venting the anger of these innocent people?"

"Can......"

"Ha, I have no interest in debating with you. Let's just find someone to prove it with their own experience!"

Tsurugi snapped his fingers, grabbed the boy from before, and saw Tsurugi approaching. The boy hurriedly lowered his head, but Tsurugi held him tightly and shouted...

"Come, tell me, what do you want to tell God?"

The boy's head was bowed very low, looking at his feet covered in sores and grime, his body trembling, as he spoke with his usual tone and manner.

"No, I didn't, I didn't complain at all..."