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

"I will sentence you all to death!!!"

She did not surrender easily; the young emperor would never admit defeat here.

She brandished her greatsword and charged at the Roman soldiers who had once been loyal to her, the crimson sword igniting with primal fire as she soared with emotion.

kill!kill!kill!

The emperor's sword struck the soldier who had been protecting her not long ago without mercy!

Nero was not bad at martial arts; she had learned these skills in order to be a good emperor. But in the end, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl.

Nero's warhorse was quickly killed, and she rolled on the ground in a disheveled state before getting up and continuing to fight.

But then the guards lined up and pressed forward with their shields, leaving Nero unable to retaliate, and he was quickly knocked out of his hands.

"Nero, surrender! Don't let things get out of control!"

Even now, Julia is still feigning to persuade them to surrender, but the guards around her have already begun to advance.

The mad emperor attacked the Pantheon and died suddenly. The young emperor succeeded to the throne, and the Queen Mother continued to hold power in the empire.

What a perfect script!

Nero's hands trembled, his palms torn, but he still managed to draw the short sword from his waist.

Just as these imperial guards were about to advance—

The massive bronze door of the Pantheon, a symbol of holiness and eternity, suddenly burst open from the inside!

The twisted bronze door, carrying rubble, hurtled into the dense ranks of the Imperial Guards in the square like a cannonball! Screams and the sound of bones shattering instantly replaced the solemn silence. Several soldiers at the forefront didn't even have time to raise their shields before being smashed into a bloody pulp by the storm of metal and stone, their blood and organs splattering onto the smooth stone pavement, steaming hot.

The doorway was dark, filled only with a darkness thicker than night, and a surging, pungent smell of blood, incense ash, and burnt matter.

Then, a figure stepped out, treading on the broken threshold.

It is Dongjiang

He was unharmed, and completely unlike his original plain white robe with its oriental flair; instead, he looked as if he had just been pulled from a pool of blood. Thick drops of blood were still dripping from the hem of his robe, leaving intermittent crimson footprints on the ground behind him.

What he was dragging in his hand was a section of rope.

A nauseating 'rope' was haphazardly twisted from severed limbs, tattered strips of priestly robes, and even torn, slimy vertebrae. At the end hung more—dozens, no, perhaps hundreds of corpses. They were brutally strung together, most incomplete.

All the corpses were headless, their necks severed jaggedly, as if torn and twisted by pure, violent force. From the fragments of clothing, one could identify them as members of the Pantheon's core priesthood, including the old man, whose robes were now reduced to mere tattered pieces hanging from his headless torso.

Dongjiang, like the most terrifying ferryman who has just returned from the depths of the River Styx laden with his loot, drags this heavy, long, and constantly clattering "offerings" into the firelight of the square, humming a song.

His face showed no sign of the violence that followed murder, only a unique kind of joy and ease, like that of a leisurely afternoon stroll. Only his eyes were so unfathomable, with a faint, yet soul-chilling, dark golden glint flowing around the edges of his pupils, like the gaze of some inhuman being.

“Hey, this is quite a scene,” he said with a laugh, then casually tossed the horrifying rope in his hand. Dozens of headless corpses crashed down a few steps in front of Julia and Britannicus, piling up into an irregular mound.

Blood, not yet fully congealed, gushed from the severed neck of the corpse, quickly spreading into a viscous, scarlet lake on the stone floor, almost touching Julia's shoes.

Britannicus let out a short scream, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly, collapsing to the ground, his small body immediately soaked in a pool of blood. Julia's face was deathly pale, and she could barely stand. She forced her nails into her palms to stay upright, staring in utter horror at the figure that seemed to have emerged from hell before her.

So many priests from the Pantheon couldn't do anything to him?

"Oh dear, I thought you were going to prepare some big surprise for me, but these embarrassing things aren't very good at all."

Tsugumi shook her hand, pulled out a pitch-black Rubik's Cube, and laughed.

"But I must admit, you guys brought me something really interesting~~~~"

Pandora's box has been opened.

'A device created and modified by an extradimensional civilization and planet, possessing spatial displacement properties; the box contains overlapping alien worlds.'

This was the only trophy that Dongjiang found that satisfied him among all the Roman priests he had killed.

It's not just the convenient storage that makes it so useful, but most importantly—

This is something that can still be used outside the Type-Moon world.

But that's a matter for later; let's deal with the immediate problem first.

"Come on, keep going! You're not trying to rebel, are you? Don't mind me, just keep going."

Tsurugae patted the bloodstains off her clothes, frowned slightly, but then didn't seem to care.

"Next, it's either me killing you, or you being killed by me—it's the same choice. But for you, I will try my best to kill you in a way that you can understand."

The moment he spoke with a smile, he had already moved.

His figure seemed to blur for a moment, and the next second, he appeared in the middle of a squad of ten Imperial Guards on the left, his hands reaching out so fast that they left afterimages.

He certainly didn't intend to kill these people using demonic methods.

After all, Nero is still here, so we can't let her see Tsugumi's true appearance for the time being...

With his left hand, his five fingers sliced ​​through butter like the sharpest hot knife, easily piercing a soldier's silver-plated breastplate, crushing the sternum, and reaching directly into the chest cavity. Amidst the soldier's shrill screams, he forcefully pulled out the still-beating heart.

Blood gushed from his chest and from Tsurugi's hand like a fountain. Without even looking, Tsurugi slapped the warm heart onto another soldier's face with his other hand. The force of the blow not only dented his facial bones but also snapped his head downwards, the crisp sound of his neck breaking clearly audible.

His right hand grabbed the short sword thrust at him by another soldier, crushing it along with the soldier's hand. Bones, metal, and muscle were kneaded into a grotesque mass of blood and flesh with a teeth-grinding crunch.

The soldier's scream had barely left his lips when Tsuruga raised his foot and kicked him in the knee, bending his entire lower leg in half from the knee down, exposing the white, broken bone that pierced through the flesh and shin guard. The instant the soldier fell, Tsuruga's foot was already on his throat, and with a gentle crush—crack! The Adam's apple and trachea shattered completely, and the suffocating gasps ceased abruptly.

He has completely mastered and digested the infinite martial arts abilities given to him by Alaya. The power of the jealous demon can not only be integrated into living beings, but also be recorded in these so-called martial arts techniques.

After all, setting aside those mysterious concepts, the so-called martial arts and techniques in this world are nothing more than the manipulation of flesh and bones, or at most, cellular-level control.

Tsurugi was quite pleased with this pleasure; his figure transformed into a crimson phantom leaping in the torchlight, bringing with it a shower of blood. He no longer sought a fatal blow, but methodically carried out tortures beyond human comprehension.

He grabbed the edge of a centurion's helmet and ripped it off, tearing away the helmet along with most of the scalp and even part of the frontal bone, revealing the white, bloody skull and trembling brain tissue beneath. The centurion did not die immediately; he fell to the ground, letting out inhuman howls, his hands futilely trying to cover the horrific wound.

He seized a heavy javelin and swung it like a club. A soldier was struck in the waist, his body twisting dramatically in half, his spine breaking into several pieces, and his internal organs gushing out of his mouth. The javelin continued its momentum, striking another soldier on the shoulder and completely smashing half of his body and arm, sending bone fragments and flesh flying everywhere.

After gathering strength for a moment, the finger precisely struck a soldier's joint. The violent force was channeled in, causing the soldier's elbow, knee, and shoulder joints to explode with a "bang," as if miniature bombs had detonated inside. Bone fragments and blood shards flew everywhere, and the soldier howled as he turned into a writhing mass of rotten flesh.

The square had become a slaughterhouse of flesh, bones, entrails, and desperate screams. The Imperial Guards' well-trained formation had long since collapsed. They swung their weapons in vain, unable to even touch the hem of Tsurugi's clothes. They were dragged out one by one and tortured to death in creative ways amidst the enemy's maniacal laughter!

"Stop right there!!!"

Just then, a hysterical voice shattered the silence. Julia gripped Nero's severed hands tightly, a dagger pressed against her neck, her equally emerald eyes filled with terror and madness as she stared at Tsugumi.

"Or I'll kill her!!!"

"Wow, is this the answer to the version, the Supreme Hostage?"

Tsuruga grabbed the last Imperial Guard, and in his futile kicks, twisted his cervical spine and trachea into a pretzel like wringing out wet clothes, then casually tossed him aside and looked at Julia with a smile.

"Yes, I love her, and the safety of my Majesty is of utmost importance."

Julia's expression relaxed slightly, but she didn't utter any further words that would push her luck.

The next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her right chest, and then she stared in shock at herself and Nero, who had been pierced through.

Tsurugi slowly retracted his still-steaming right index finger and smiled.

"But unfortunately, this isn't a One Piece set."

Changing styles doesn't stop it from killing! : 167. The love between the fragile Nero and the yandere emperor

Nero stared blankly at the figure dancing in the pool of blood, his reddened eyes empty and lifeless.

I'm sorry, Tsugumi, I'm so sorry.

It's because I've been such a terrible emperor; I can't protect you or any of my subjects.

But her star was indeed a miraculous existence. Without her, he still managed to break out of the Pantheon and single-handedly slaughtered the royal guards who had betrayed her.

Her world, after the coldness of her mother's betrayal, was then poured with such a fiery, thick crimson.

In the end, however, he could not change the fact that he was betrayed and threatened by his mother, and ended up as a ridiculous hostage.

To act so pathetically as an emperor, someone to whom others pledge allegiance, is utterly despicable and laughable.

Nero was absolutely unwilling to accept this.

'Do it'

She opened her mouth silently, and Tsugumi raised an eyebrow, then extended her finger.

After that moment of sharp pain, Nero felt an incredibly relaxed, floating sensation. She felt her soul leaving her body, as if it were about to ascend into the unseen heavens.

"I'm sorry, Dong Jiangqing..." she said with a smile on her face as she lay dying.

"I am a terrible emperor."

...?

After waiting for more than thirty seconds, Nero realized that he did not experience a sudden blackout or loss of consciousness.

Time continues to flow, thoughts continue to wander, and memories continue to persist.

Nero couldn't help but open his eyes, only to see Tsugumi's teasing expression.

"I am truly a terrible emperor," Tsugumi said in a high-pitched, sarcastic tone, mimicking Nero's manner.

"Do it! Let me die bravely and fearlessly!"

Nero instantly felt a surge of intense shame, her pretty face turning as red as an apple, and she let out a series of sobs, letting out a mournful cry!

"Let them die! Let the rest of us die!!!"

"It's possible, but not quite." Tsugumi withdrew her fingers from Nero's newly repaired chest, glancing at the glimmer of light beneath the torn bodice before leaving, and shrugged.

"Your Majesty, you can't just rest whenever you want!"

Tsugumi did not use her Redemption skill to revive her.

On one hand, it's because Tsugumi is also using her Saint character card on the other side, and on the other hand, there's no need for it.

After gaining the power of jealousy, he can repair most injuries by interfering with cells, unless the soul completely leaves the body.

Wow, cell recombination!!!

Of course, it's not as useful as the magnetic field gadget.

At least for now, he has to fuse and repair it by injecting his own cells, which means that Nero now has his own inside him.

Does that sound illegal?

Nero stumbled to his feet. The relief of surviving the ordeal and the shame he had felt earlier slowly faded, leaving behind the cruel reality that Nero now had to face.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Julia, who lay in a pool of blood, pale and on the verge of death.