"You call me despicable? Aren't you guys way more unethical than me..."
Caesar, with only one breath left, retorted.
"Wordy! Dealing with you False Emperors naturally requires using all means!"
"Besides, I have more subordinates than you. Am I not allowed to make full use of them?"
Nero couldn't be bothered to reason with Caesar.
Caesar was speechless.
Because if he had enough subordinates, he would also one hundred percent use numbers to overwhelm the few.
So defeat was defeat; there was nothing to say.
"It probably won't be so simple from here on out. Struggle with all your might, child..."
Caesar chuckled lightly.
He turned into golden specks of light and drifted into the sky.
Caesar—Retired.
Seeing this, Takumi breathed a sigh of relief, his body relaxing.
He didn't know about others, but he felt immense pressure when fighting Caesar.
That blade light with its hard-to-trace trajectory truly made his scalp tingle.
He felt that if he relaxed even slightly, that golden sword would chop off his head.
If the opponent were an ordinary Servant, it would be fine. Takumi felt he could still maneuver with his stats and Noble Phantasm.
But once encountering a Servant famous for martial arts, Takumi could only pin all his hopes on [Escapist].
And pray he wouldn't be hacked to death in a few hits.
Once his tense mind relaxed, the fatigue from the big battle just now surged into his heart.
Especially his head, which was dizzy.
Probably due to overusing his ability.
Jing Ke beside him looked relaxed.
She was even looking at the dagger in her hand with interest.
"Although I am an Assassin, I actually never succeeded in an assassination when I was alive. I didn't expect to succeed once after dying—"
Hey! Don't say, it actually feels pretty good!
Jing Ke mimicked assassination poses back and forth, as if fantasizing that a certain First Emperor was in front of her.
"This is only barely dealing with three Servants. There will be plenty of chances for you to take action later, Big Sister, right?"
Takumi said helplessly.
Caesar was just an appetizer who went easy on them. There were probably more terrifying enemies waiting for them later.
"Big Sister?"
Jing Ke froze, then tossed it to the back of her mind.
This fellow countryman was quite young; being called Big Sister wasn't a loss.
"Oh~ Then it's best if all the opponents are Emperor-types."
"I love assassinating those!"
Jing Ke's face was full of excitement.
Meanwhile.
The battle on the other side finally came to an end.
The originally relatively flat ground had a layer of earth plowed off.
Potholes were everywhere.
The "Flame Helmet Captain" Leonidas lay on the ground, his face full of unwillingness.
Around him were the shattered and slowly disappearing soldiers of his Noble Phantasm.
Lu Bu stepped heavily on him with one foot, white steam rising from his body.
He roared at the sky.
As if saying, "Winners must humiliate the losers, gah!"
Leonidas finally died with relief.
As for Spartacus?
After tearing apart Leonidas's Noble Phantasm together with Lu Bu, he shouted "Oppressors!" and ran off to chop people further away.
"Umu! It seems the battle of the two Generals also went quite smoothly!"
Nero watched from afar, nodding in satisfaction.
After the deaths of Caesar and Leonidas, all Servant-level combat power on Nero's side was liberated.
The Allied soldiers collapsed at the first touch. In almost no time, they scattered and fled completely.
Except for the civilians inside, Gaul could basically be considered an empty city.
So after simply regrouping the army...
And arranging some manpower to stay and guard Gaul...
Nero led her great army to march toward the Allied Capital again.
"Very good! Victory is right before our eyes. Let us drive out this group of False Emperors together! Reclaim the lost territory!"
Nero raised [Aestus Estus] (The Original Flame) and shouted loudly.
"Reclaim the lost territory!"
Responding to Nero was a uniform shout.
Allied Capital.
"Have Caesar and Leonidas also been defeated?"
"Interesting. I'm starting to get a little interested in this inexplicably appearing Chaldea Master."
Lev Lainur (aka Flauros), standing by the window, muttered to himself.
Unconsciously, a rather exaggerated smile appeared on his face.
"But in the end, he's just a Master with slightly more ability. Presumably, he can't even summon a single existence to assist him, right?"
Lev laughed mockingly.
"Just right. It's also time to replenish combat power."
Saying this, Lev turned around and walked to the place where he set up the summoning ritual.
"Hehe, compared to a human who knows nothing, I can summon Servants as I please."
"After all, we are such existences."
"In terms of Summoning Arts, we undoubtedly stand at the apex of the world!"
With Lev's movements, the summoning circle in front of him began to emit blinding light.
Not long after.
A red figure about 1.5 meters tall appeared in the center of the summoning circle.
"Servant Rider, awaiting your instructions."
"What do you need me to do? Master?"
The newly manifested Young Alexander asked with a smile.
At this point in time, unlike his muscular appearance as an adult, he was a quite dazzling beautiful young boy.
"Very simple. Eliminate Nero Claudius, destroy this era, and sever the foundation of humanity from now on."
Lev said coldly.
At this time, the tall figure who had been standing silently by the side also spoke.
"I (Rome) can lend you the army, at your disposal."
His body was fit and beautiful, his clothes also a mix of gold and red, and there was a faint smile on his face.
It was none other than the Divine Ancestor Romulus, manifested in a standard form.
"Commanding an army to wage war? I understand."
Alexander nodded with a smile.
As a ruler who conquered various countries in history and seized the largest territory in the world at that time.
Even though he was currently only in his youth, as a born military strategist, his current military capability wasn't bad either.
Alexander left obediently, heading out to lead troops against the enemy.
"Oh my, Servants are indeed a bunch of inferior goods. No matter what kind of existence they are, or what legends they created, as long as they are summoned by me, they cannot help themselves—"
"Don't you agree?"
Looking at the incredibly obedient Alexander, Lev couldn't help looking at Romulus.
Starting to gloat right in his face.
"..."
Romulus remained silent.
Seeing this, the smile on Lev's face grew even wider.
In his eyes, no matter who it was, as long as they were degraded into a Servant, they were just a familiar, forced to obediently listen to his orders.
Even this Divine Ancestor in front of him was no exception.
Lev turned his head, planning to find a high place to admire his results.
But he didn't notice the faint mockery on Romulus's face, hidden in the shadows.
Even summoning arts derived from the King of Magic Goetia... can they truly completely control these Heroic Spirits with extremely strong personalities?
Don't end up worse than Jeanne Alter's Madness Enhancement control method.
That would be truly laughable.