Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

The Roman soldiers on all the warships roared their battle cries as if to show off their might.

Novia then continued:

"My name is Novia, and I am here by God's command to eradicate the heretics and mad beasts who borrow his name. Thus, grant this hell its only salvation this time. I will bear all the blame—"

"Dorobar Kochba, you who are grave sinners, your true name is the Antichrist, the root of the Lord's enemy, Baal. In the name of the Lord, I declare once again that Jerusalem is beyond redemption, and the Jews outside Jerusalem must be expelled. But before that, you must cleanse yourselves of your sins and come before me to acknowledge that the Messiah is Christ Jesus, the Savior. Only then, when the Lord's love is revealed again, may you depart."

Novia raised the gun in her right hand, which glowed with a bluish-black light, and aimed it directly at the coastline not far away.

Albion's Dragon, unleashing its full magic.

"Lord, have mercy on this soul."

The ether that permeated the atmosphere gathered together, and the dragon's roar surged forward in a straight line, but this was not a miracle of salvation by a saint who divided the sea.

This was the storm that heralded extinction, and also the signal to start a war.

Suddenly, a pillar of light appeared, seemingly about to burn the sky and the earth, causing the Jews stationed on the coast of the Jewish province to cry out in despair. A vortex of fear swept across the entire coastline, like a tsunami approaching the land. At first, it was silent, but later it evolved into a colossal wave that swallowed everything.

The rebels were powerless to stop the Roman warships from landing using their magical weaponry, especially since the ships had a boarding bridge equipped with giant iron spikes at the bow, ballistae at the four corners of the deck, and shields and crenellations on the tall bridge towers for arrows to suppress them.

Afterwards, in the eyes of these people, the man dressed in distinctive white clothes was like a warrior from the legendary age of gods.

In just a few seconds, he killed hundreds of people. The man, who was moving at lightning speed as if cutting through a battle formation, seemed to find the battle itself overwhelming.

The Jewish rebels, having recovered from their initial panic, quickly regained their composure. After all, they numbered a full 300,000, four times the size of the Romans on the other side, and they were focusing their attention on Novia, who was also fighting as their commander.

"Kill him! He's one of those despicable Christians!"

"You lowly person!"

"The Messiah has come into the world, and our future is bright!"

"These are just a few people. Charge! Kill them!"

Novia simply smiled at the seemingly endless enemy before her.

"It is time to settle your mistakes."

The fact, announced quietly, carries a certain heavy weight.

A horrific massacre ensued, with Novia wielding a blue-black spear, swiftly dispatching his enemies. The phrase "unstoppable" is insufficient to describe his heroic fighting prowess as he wielded this weapon.

'Remember this, I can use some intimidation if needed. Here you go.'

The voice of the Albion Dragon echoed in Novia's mind, and then enemies within several kilometers knelt down and kowtowed to the ground.

As if kneeling before a silver-haired youth, the Jewish rebels instantly collapsed.

Novia pulled out the blood-soaked gun, ignoring the other's strange behavior, and swung it forcefully.

His nearest enemy was shot and beheaded; his head flew off and fell into the sea of ​​Jews.

"All personnel, listen to my command: leave no one alive."

039: Killing one is a crime

Every inch of the coastline of the Jewish province is soaked in blood.

Later, for a long time, this matter was discussed throughout the Roman Empire.

That magic, as intense as the midday sun, that divine wrath that humanity could not defy, coupled with the condemnation brought down by the empire's army.

Lacking in compassion, yet overflowing with loving-kindness—

The sole purpose was to utterly and completely exterminate those foolish Jews who defied the empire and God.

In the past, if 400,000 people had disappeared at once, those who heard about it would have been saddened to some extent. However, given the brutal massacre that had occurred in the province of Judea not long before, most people in the Roman Empire did not say much.

They all said, without prior arrangement:

"They set out to fight the Jews and dealt with these madmen without hesitation or pity."

Jerusalem.

"They're all dead? A bunch of useless trash, unable to even defeat the filthy Romans. Well, they're dead, but so much time has passed and not even the lowest-ranking dead have appeared... This shouldn't be the case."

Inside the First Temple of the Magic Workshop, once established by the Magic King Solomon, Toro, hailed as the "Reincarnated Messiah," listened indifferently to his subordinates' report of a crushing defeat at the front.

"So many people have died, and those damned corpse monsters didn't take the opportunity to stir up trouble. It's really strange, considering I went out of my way to build such a good foundation for them."

What Doro didn't know was that while Novia was ordering Emperor Claudius to surround the province of Judah, he had also contacted the twenty-seventh patriarch, Kaubak, demanding that he absolutely not allow any Dead Apostles to enter the blood-soaked province of Judah, even those who were fellow patriarchs.

"By the way, what did the people from the Burial Agency say? What was their response when I ordered them to behead Novia?"

"...Lord Narubalek said that this is an internal dispute within the church, so he does not intend to intervene..."

"Ha, so even the true Messiah's commands are disobeyed? It seems there are still too many heretics in the world. God had no choice but to let me reappear."

Doro gave a cold laugh, and after a while, he asked his men again:

"How many people live in Jerusalem now?"

"Because of the Romans' ruthless killings, many people are constantly making pilgrimages to the Holy Land. Currently, there are about 1.2 million people, which is approaching the limit."

After the Battle of Novia wiped out the Jewish rebels on the coastline, the army split into three routes, attacking from all sides before converging in Jerusalem for the final battle.

"That's enough, you can take some as firewood." Doro sat on the throne and waved his hand. "Within a day, find out who has not killed any Romans or other races, and require them all to cut off a finger as a pledge of their resolve. Also, summon the old, weak, sick, and disabled to the temple. This is the command of the supreme Messiah."

"Yes, Supreme Messiah, we will do everything in our power to accomplish what you have said. Under your leadership, we will eventually annihilate all inferior beings except ourselves!"

After a while, Doro rose from his seat expressionlessly. After walking through the underground passage of the temple, he arrived at an exceptionally spacious area—

Jerusalem, this sacred land that has existed since the time of the gods, is shrouded in multiple layers of barriers. It is a holy realm supported by immense magical power, an invisible guardian that can deceive even the forces of nature... Why was it once conquered by the trashy Romans?

Why should our noble chosen people be humiliated?

It wasn't that the corrupt Romans were too strong, but rather that they were without his true messianic leadership at that time, according to Dorothy.

The Age of Gods has passed, and all the magic of the Jewish magicians can no longer fully unleash the defenses of the Holy City.

What a joke! Isn't human life the greatest magic?

Moreover, Doro, who occupied Jerusalem, discovered the body of the Magic King, which was undoubtedly the best 'firewood', but he also discovered an unknown, twisted magical aggregate that looked like mud and was slowly being born.

Although the magicians around him did not understand the true nature of this sludge, they still suggested eliminating the 'sludge' as much as possible.

However, Doro was very interested in it, saying:

"I am the Messiah, and even if the King of Magic were alive, he would have to obey me!"

A few magicians objected, and Doro killed them along with their families.

Subsequently, the distorted magical energy was transferred to Bazidiro. Not only that, he even used the magical energy from human deaths and the remains of the Magic King as fodder to gradually increase his own power.

"Only 30,000 people? That's barely enough. In order for the glory of the Messiah to come, since they are all believers who are loyal to God, we should make better use of them."

Night has fallen, and the abyss is opening its jaws in wait.

The thirty thousand men whom Dorro ordered to be found are in the underground of Jerusalem, in its deepest, darkest place, a true garden of darkness.

Doro smiled happily, casting a peaceful gaze upon the countless people as if admiring a treasured object or caressing a beloved pet.

"My friends, you will soon realize your glorious value."

"This is nothing but a trivial matter compared to the great matter of avenging the inferior; there are simply too few people."

"But because everything you have done is necessary for the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth, I, the Messiah, am extremely grateful to you."

As the man spoke, the 30,000 people who had been bewitched and driven to extreme madness before they even entered began to kill each other. People killed in the shadows with piety on their faces, and then died one after another.

"Rejoice and cheer, for even the most ordinary of you can be of some use to the supreme Messiah."

Then, Doro's body emanated twisted magic, and he uttered a slightly distorted voice.

"How dare you call me the Antichrist, the enemy of the Lord, hahahahahaha..."

"I am the Anointed One, the unforgivable heretic Novia. When you arrive in Jerusalem, I, the Messiah, will subject you to a punishment far more painful than that of Jesus, who betrayed us!"

040: Have I already gone mad?

Southern part of the Jewish province.

Under the attack of one-third of the Roman legions led by Nero, the territory controlled by Dorobar Cochba continued to shrink. Faced with overwhelming power, even the most fearless Jews who believed in the coming of the 'Messiah' were helpless.

Village after village was razed and castle after castle was captured, but the resistance against the Roman legions only increased.

For example, Nero, who was approaching Jerusalem, had just managed to completely destroy another castle, and the moonlight had fully spread down, illuminating the dark earth and revealing some discernible outlines.

The girl stepped straight across the collapsed city gate and the shattered courtyard, the sound of falling rubble echoing between the empty buildings and streets.

Earlier, the Jewish garrison at the castle, seeing no hope of escape, descended into utter religious madness, convinced that it was "God's will that they were destined to die."

When the Roman army opened the city gates, they were met with a hellish scene: Jewish resistance fighters burned down all the buildings, and all the defenders, regardless of age or gender, committed mass suicide.

Because of its doctrines, Judaism forbids suicide, so they draw lots to help others commit suicide: a husband kills his wife, a wife stabs her husband to death, a child kills an elderly person, "I stab you, you stab me before you die..." and finally, one person commits suicide by poison.

This is understandable, because by this time, the Jewish rebels and the Roman legions were locked in a life-or-death struggle. After the city fell, the Roman army would retaliate against everyone. In turn, the Jews would also leave no survivors among the Romans and Roman prisoners of war. Some claimed that "their horses' nostrils were flooded with blood."

"My lord, another cave dug by the Jews has been discovered underground. Should we use magic to burn it completely inside?"

"Yes, let the magicians accompanying the army clean it up with magic, regardless of whether there are people inside or not, it doesn't matter where it is."

The blonde girl coldly issued instructions regarding the cave that had been hindering her speed all along, even though it likely contained luxury items, including glass tableware, a dressing mirror in a suitcase, a wooden jewelry box, and an incense shovel.

"Burn it all, leave nothing behind."

However, the other two armies would follow the same pattern. Before long, Nero's army would join the other two armies in Jerusalem for the final battle.

Speaking of which, Nero always felt that something was sprouting in the direction of Jerusalem, which seemed to fascinate her, but she just couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Since the rebellion in the Jewish province, the population of the entire eastern Mediterranean coast has been almost completely disrupted. Entire villages of Greeks, Jews, and Roman colonies have disappeared from the map. Countless skeletons, deathly masses of adults and children, have been piled up. Ethics and common sense have been completely collapsed, destroyed, and trampled. Merciless violence has resulted in the disintegration of blood, flesh, and bones, all of which are made of the same material.

According to the magicians who accompanied Nero, 200,000 Jews were killed and 46 fortified towns and 568 villages were razed to the ground during Nero's southern campaign.

The blonde girl embarked on a blood-soaked path, and even now, her killing spree has not wavered in the slightest.

The corners of his mouth twisted slightly, a smile.

It is both an unquestionable trust and an expression rife with morbidity.

This was because, before the Roman army split into three, her teacher of many years, the supreme commander of this campaign, told her this—

“Nero, you will bring peace, joy, and happiness to all the people of the Empire. I think you have already gained that courage.”

Novia did not use forceful language, as if she were persuading a young child.

“It is precisely because you are Nero that I say this to you: go and crush all the heretics you see, it is for your sake, Nero.”

He smiled again.

At that moment, standing beside her revered teacher, the blonde girl felt a surge of emotions as she listened to his words: pride, respect, joy, and a touch of memory.

That was something her mother, sensing danger because of her close relationship with Novia, told her in a desperate move before the rebellion was quelled—

The reason you have a headache is because you've been ingesting poison since you were a child; it was her before, and now it's Novia.

In that instant, the girl's thinking was normal, and her feelings were calm.

The heart accepts everything truthfully, as clear as a still pond, without a ripple, without any confusion, anger, or dissatisfaction.

It's just something like, "Oh, I see."

...No, that's not right. Why? Could it be that I'm inherently abnormal, or...?

Have I already gone mad?

Only now does the girl belatedly realize that she has actually been switched out long ago, and the unease she felt on the day she was abandoned as a child has also been switched out.

Therefore, Nero's bright eyes were fixed unblinkingly on his mother, Agrippina:

"That's wonderful. I'm so important to him that he can only keep me this way. Honestly, you could have just said so. I thought Mother was talking about something terrible. But I'll wait for the day he tells me himself. Or maybe he'll tell me when he's about to kill me? Hehe, I was just kidding. How could I possibly do that?"

The rose, glistening with morning dew, swayed gracefully in the gentle breeze, its smile still lingering on the girl's face, unwavering.

"Hmm, as expected, I have the exact same blood as you, Mother. I am a complete madman."

The blonde girl spoke cheerfully and openly; she was already completely insane.

Even though she appears lively on the surface, she is still clearly aware that a raging fire is burning wildly in her heart, a fire that burns everything, a desire to offer everything, to covet everything, and to consume everything.

Therefore, when faced with Novia's words, which sounded like those used to persuade a child, Nero smiled and replied: