Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 221: [] Nero Claudius

At the foot of the hill, two groups of similarly dressed armies clashed in chaos.

Though it was called a chaotic battle, it was more of a one-sided massacre.

The disparity in numbers between the two sides was too great. While both bore the emblem of "Crimson and Gold," one could still distinguish the differences between them, making the lopsided situation evident.

Even so, the side at a disadvantage continued to resist stubbornly. A fiery red figure danced gracefully amidst the chaos, wielding a greatsword forged from meteorite iron to harvest the lives of her enemies.

Her beautiful figure was like a crimson rose blooming fiercely on the battlefield.

However, her soldiers were not as skilled as she was. One by one, they fell to the enemy's short swords and javelins.

No matter how exceptional her skills and abilities were, anyone could see that she was fighting a losing battle.

War is never a one-man show.

When the last few hundred guards fell, this beautiful rose would eventually wither and be crushed into the mud by the iron hooves of the enemy army.

Even in the midst of battle, the golden-haired girl, as beautiful as a rose and still clad in a deep red dress, beheaded an enemy soldier before looking around, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes.

The visitors from the observatory were still fighting dragons in Orleans, and her soldiers were nearly wiped out. Even she, who had always been confident, was gradually realizing the dire situation she was in.

She was an emperor, not a Servant; a human, not a god.

And as a human, there are always moments of powerlessness.

"Is there anyone... who can help me..."

It was just a subconscious murmur, but the back of the girl's hand suddenly burned with searing pain.

Three red marks, like stigmata, appeared, and a blinding light exploded among the soldiers, as if announcing something.

"What... what's happening?"

"Fall back, maintain distance!"

The girl could hear the shouts of the enemy officers, but their voices seemed distant, as if coming from the clouds. The scene before her captivated her attention, making it hard to look away.

"What is this..."

Without any warning, a figure appeared before her. A white-haired man with a handsome face and blood-red eyes that mirrored her own confusion.

"Where is this?"

He didn't seem to expect an answer, as he immediately began surveying his surroundings, his brow slightly raised. "A battlefield?"

Then, his gaze locked onto the golden-haired girl's hand, and a flash of killing intent flickered in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

"Tell me, are you my Master?"

"Tell me?" The girl was puzzled by the man's choice of words, but more so by his sudden appearance. "Who... are you? Are you here to help me? Why are you here?"

"Call me Sakatsuki," the man, or rather, Sakatsuki, who had once again taken on a new form, replied. "It was your wish that summoned me from another world. Now, introductions are over."

Sakatsuki looked at the soldiers breaking through the blockade and rushing toward them, instinctively snapping his fingers.

"Trace On."

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"What are you doing?" The girl stared at Sakatsuki, who had snapped his fingers but done nothing else, and said helplessly, "I don't know where you're from, but the enemy is charging at us! I am Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire! If you don't want to die, follow me and break through!"

However, the man who called himself 'Sakatsuki' not only ignored her but also curled his lips into a smile, as if he had encountered something amusing, and muttered to himself.

"Nero, Rome, magecraft... Heh, things just got interesting."

In the next moment, all the soldiers present felt an inexplicable chill. An endless surge of bloodlust emanated from the man, and his laughter was as terrifying as that of a demon from hell. His golden-red eyes reflected mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"With just this many soldiers, you think you can take my head?"

A cold light flashed, and in an instant, the man held a bronze sword in his hand. With a casual swing, the surrounding soldiers fell like wheat under a scythe.

"Attack! Kill this man!"

Snapping out of their mental daze, a centurion swallowed hard and shouted the order, unaware that the moment he spoke, a pair of blood-red eyes locked onto him.

"Annoying!"

A barbed triangular javelin shot out, piercing the centurion's skull. The surrounding soldiers scattered in panic, only to be met with the merciless sweep of the bronze sword.

With a single strike, several soldiers fell, and javelins rained down from all directions.

The white-haired man rolled deftly, dodging the scattered attacks. When he looked up, the soldiers' short swords were already slashing toward his head.

"Tch!"

With a displeased grunt, the man grabbed the blade with his left hand and swung his sword with his right. The intense pain in his arm only fueled his ferocity. His sword-wielding right hand moved like a phantom, deflecting numerous blades while cutting down their owners.

"Hmm, so your name is Sakatsuki!" The fiery red girl fought her way to his side and, without hesitation, stood back-to-back with him, blocking the javelins coming from behind. "Are you injured? Can you keep fighting?"

"Move aside, you're in the way!" Sakatsuki, now fully immersed in the fight, frowned. To Nero's shock, he grabbed her, kicked up a spear from the ground with his left foot, and let the bronze sword in his right hand disappear. He then grabbed the spear and thrust it forward!

Even in another world, using another body, his martial skills were never forgotten!

The small round shield was pierced in an instant, and the soldier on horseback was stabbed through the heart, falling to the ground. Sakatsuki exerted strength in his left arm, paying the price of his wound reopening as he lifted Nero onto the horse. He then snatched the lance from the corpse's hand, wielding both spears to clear a path before leaping onto the horse himself and shouting, "Go!"

If he were alone, even if he wasn't fully familiar with his abilities, he was confident he could slaughter the thousands of enemies present. But with Nero (his Master) by his side, he couldn't fight freely!

In that case, retreat was the best option. Once he brought his Master to safety and fully adapted to this body, he would return to settle the score!

At first, the warhorse was restless due to the unfamiliar scent, but under the influence of Sakatsuki's overwhelming bloodlust, it quickly calmed down and galloped away at full speed.

Sakatsuki stood behind Nero, his twin spears flashing like lightning as he deflected the rain of arrows and javelins, cutting down any soldier who dared to approach.

"Wait, my soldiers are still fighting! I can't abandon them!"

"How many of your troops are left? Breaking through and escaping is the only solution!" Sakatsuki wrapped an arm around Nero's waist, preventing her from dismounting.

"And next time we meet, dress properly. How can you fight in such revealing clothes?"

"This is to showcase my charm! Those who can't appreciate it are the ones at fault!" The young emperor stiffened her neck, struggling even more fiercely. "Let me down! I am the emperor of the Roman Empire, and I cannot abandon my people!"

"Stay still. I must ensure your safety!"

"If you want to protect me, then fight alongside me!"

As the two argued, a command rang out in the distance:

"Loose—"

The man and woman on horseback looked up to see a rain of javelins descending upon them!

"Damn it, raise your shield! No, there's no cover here!" Nero gritted her teeth, raising her sword as a surge of magical energy enveloped her, preparing to block the attack.

"Stupid emperor, get down!" With astonishing strength, Sakatsuki pulled Nero off the horse and shoved her underneath it.

"Wait, what about you?" The golden-haired girl peeked out from under the horse, only to have her head knocked back by Sakatsuki, who stood in front of her.

"Stay under the horse and survive this wave of attacks. Don't worry about me. Even if I die, you must live!"

Swinging his spears, Sakatsuki deflected the falling javelins, but more deadly projectiles rained down, piercing the horse's flesh and striking Sakatsuki's body!

"Arrrgh—!"

In the heat of battle, Sakatsuki didn't notice the blood-red aura surrounding him, clinging to his body and deflecting most of the javelins. Only one or two managed to pierce his flesh, but the wounds were shockingly shallow.

The horse let out a dying neigh, and Nero, sheltered beneath it, looked up at Sakatsuki, who stood before her, shielding her from the storm. She felt her mind grow slightly dizzy from the overwhelming masculinity of the man.

"Just... who are you?"

Under the blazing sun, Sakatsuki's shadow seemed to tremble with a mocking laughter.

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