I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

"I grant your permission! Come on!"

The Rose Emperor is on high alert.

call out-!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Constantine vanished in a flash, his silver blade gleaming as it streaked towards Nero's upper body in a moonlight-like trajectory.

"This speed surpasses the original class agility. Does this barrier provide a strong boost to the opponent?"

Simon frowned and analyzed.

"Simon, use your unique skill to amplify Nero's power."

"Understood, but I'm not sure if the other side possesses a shot-down technique. If something goes wrong..."

"It's okay, all I need is a moment."

"alright."

Simon Magus's first inherent skill is a flight technique that allows a person to leap into the air. In that instant, the person being amplified will feel a reduction in gravity, thus increasing their speed and enabling them to dodge attacks and counterattack.

"This is-!"

Suddenly feeling light on his feet, Nero's eyes lit up. He quickly bent down and held his longsword horizontally for defense.

Bah——!

The clash of metal swords produced a pleasant, booming sound, piercing the air and scattering metallic sparks.

"Hmm, you're quite impressive, Qing."

"The last emperor is not quite what I imagined. It's such a pity that a warrior like you was born in a declining era."

The blades clashed at high speed, and the longswords in the hands of the two figures almost became phantoms as they swung.

"But even so, I don't regret it."

Dodging the fiery waves unleashed by Nero's rapid, vertical slashes, Constantine's longsword transformed into a venomous snake, nimbly advancing and using meticulous, precise techniques to counter Nero's sweeping, ornate swordplay.

"Even if it's a war we're destined to lose, I will do my best to protect it to the very end."

"I will fight with all my might no matter what, even if my opponent is the former emperor."

"Well, Rome fell into the hands of an excellent emperor like you, so I have nothing more to say."

"You fight to protect, and I am not fighting solely for myself. Besides, I do have comrades!"

"what?!"

In that instant, countless flames shot into the air. They lacked intense heat, yet they created a sense of utter chaos, as if they were a desecration of the gods and holy spirits.

"Now you have nowhere to hide, Artoria, it's all up to you."

Following Fujimaru Ritsuka's command, Black Saber coldly snorted and, dragging its heavy black holy sword, tore through the air with tremendous force.

"Aa ...

The violent servant Artoria [alter], her holy sword glowing crimson, soared high above Nero.

Although it was just a temporary pairing, the three of them had developed a special tacit understanding in bed. They even knew what the other wanted with just a glance or a shout, and that unspoken understanding came into play at this moment.

As the heavy holy sword crashed down, Constantine immediately understood the power unleashed by the petite black knight.

But relying on his own strength, he probably wouldn't be able to survive unscathed.

[Final Privilege] Activated

Although it consumes a lot of magic power, at this moment, his magic power is provided by Nero behind the scenes, so his current skills are like a true "Emperor's Privilege".

He was an emperor, even the last emperor who met a tragic end, a Byzantine emperor who still met a heroic end.

Before I die, I will never let the enemy break through even one step!

Chapter Twenty-Five [The Palace of the End] Reclaiming the Emperor's Glory (2)

锔——!

The black holy sword, imbued with immense power, unleashed a burst of magic the moment it slashed downwards, causing a sudden surge of intense black and red aura.

There was nowhere to hide.

Behind him was Simon's flames, in front of him was Nero's charge, and above him was the falling of Saber Alter's holy sword.

"You have nowhere to escape, Constantine!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's command brought out everyone's strengths. Nero's attack was just a feint; the real focus was on the powerful assault from behind Black Saber.

It can be said that there was no way to go to heaven or to go to hell.

But it was during times of crisis that Constantine showed his greatest resilience.

"I won't hide. I won't run away or back down."

Using the emperor's privileges to enhance his power, the Emperor of the End swiftly deflected Nero's fiery red sword, then channeled his superhuman strength into his arms.

boom--!

throat--!

The instantaneous amplification allowed the Emperor of the End to withstand the British Tyrant's powerful attack. Indeed, that power had long surpassed the force of a slash.

"Hmm, as expected of the King of Knights, this power... I admire it very much."

The hard granite ground shattered and shattered instantly amidst a tremendous roar and a powerful impact.

It was so smooth that it reflected a hint of scarlet light.

The heat was intense, a radiance that seemed capable of evaporating a person.

"My glorious and holy lord, please protect us!"

The silver knight's sword was tinged with the afterglow of the setting sun, hope and despair went hand in hand, bringing with it the lost evening bells on the horizon.

"Truly remarkable, the emperors of later generations."

Even as the sun sets and everything fades into the sunset, I will never give up.

"Hmm, thank you for your hard work in protecting Rome, Constantine."

The blade in his hand, and the power of the flames, rose once more.

“Your Majesty Nero... I am relieved that you have such thoughts. We are both protecting Rome, in the afterglow of the setting sun.”

Constantine raised his knight's sword, which shone brightly.

"If you truly wish to protect Rome, then breach my defenses and break through these high walls I have erected!"

The sprawling, fortified city rose from the ground, thankfully without a minaret.

"Noble Phantasm, unleash!"

"Those who swear an oath are those who stand against three high walls!" [Theodosius Constantinos]

Rome, Rome, Rome!

The original Rome, the magnificent Rome, the sacred Rome, the decadent Rome, the wicked Rome—all are remnants.

If I were to become a Heroic Spirit, it would surely be this kind of Heroic Spirit.

The girl gently stroked the sword, the flames reflecting off her beautiful face.

Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of Rome, whose spirit transcends human reason and is linked to his master.

Responding to Yu.

Every battle, every time the Primal Scythe is wielded, brings Yu closer and closer to the Heroic Spirit Nero.

Black Saber stopped in her tracks, quietly watching the fiery light emanating from Nero's body.

"The Heroic Spirit Nero... actually descended upon me through his past self?" Black Saber was slightly taken aback.

"What should we do, Master? Please give us your instructions." Simon turned his head, looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, and asked.

Feeling the intense magical power being continuously drawn from her body, Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted her teeth and nodded in response, "Leave it to Nero."

"Hmm, leave it to me."

"Fujimaru only needs to focus on Yu Huali's posture!"

His Majesty Nero's fiery appearance, accompanied by golden shoulder armor and a pure white, sacred cloak, shone with brilliance and splendor.

The headdress was gracefully entwined with green branches and leaves.

"How about it? Are you completely captivated by me? Even I would feel extremely honored to be in this state."

The passionate and fiery Rose Emperor, with a childlike and innocent smile on her face, makes one unable to resist bowing down at the feet of her beautiful rose-red dress.

"Now, it will be a decisive battle, Constantine! I will prove with my power that I am the emperor of this era!"

What appeared before them was the city wall bathed in the brilliant afterglow of the setting sun, and the despair of seven thousand against a hundred thousand. [Zhang Liao: That's it?]

"Admire my talent, and listen to the thunderous applause!"

"Then let us praise it, praise this golden theater!"

Nero shone like a flower, as bright as gold, and quickly blossomed with its dazzling brilliance.

"The glorious imperial rule sung by young girls! [Laus Saint Claudius]"

The blazing fire transformed into a dazzling light, and the true emperor descended upon this place.

Can you win?

Can you win?

With its sturdy defenses, the crumbling but determined to hold out until the very last moment, can the new Rome truly be defeated without city-specific Noble Phantasms?

"Of course I can, without a doubt. As for why... I am the one and only Roman Emperor of this era!"

She unleashed a heavy, blazing beam of light, a pure display of violence and the aesthetics of roses; her posture was simply too beautiful.

"Drink up! Ahh ...

"I am Rome. As long as I am in Rome, I am the Rose Emperor of Rome. This will never change."