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The commander's command without any gloom boosted morale. The 400 people who were divided into the First Legion by Shuoyue responded loudly. The moment they took a step forward, a bloody light as if tangible spread from their bodies.

"Open the city gates and welcome the evil guests on the plains!" The red-robed commander held high the banner and fixed his eyes calmly on the berserker who had already gone halfway.

"Second Legion Commander, enter and exit through the side door, guard the flank, and wait for orders."

"Archers, slingers, and crossbowmen of the Third Legion, go up to the city wall. The rest, including the surrendered soldiers who have been incorporated into the legion, go to the quartermaster to get tools."

In a flash, except for the remaining Fourth Legion, all other soldiers took action and rushed towards their respective targets like a torrent.

The captives who were deliberately left out and "forgiven" by Nero himself stayed where they were anxiously, and found that Shuoyue had been looking at them without them knowing when.

There was no trace of emotion in those blood-red eyes:

"You wait, let me see your loyalty."

A moment later, a small group of troops, also dressed neatly, stepped out of the main gate and, at the sharp orders of the centurions, rushed towards the surrounded Caligula.

Chapter 251: Encirclement and Assassination of Caligula

sunset.

On the plains, the second battle has begun.

On one side are the dead who do not belong to this era, the former Roman emperors who were assassinated; and on the other side are the governor appointed by the current Augustus himself, and the more than a thousand soldiers under his command.

In terms of numbers, Caligula, who came alone, was at an absolute disadvantage.

But obviously, the so-called combat power cannot be judged by the number of people, especially when the one standing in front of the soldier is a berserker with A+ strength.

With this level of strength, slaying dragons, tigers, lions, cockroaches, sharks, demons and monsters are all no problem. Caligula is now a tyrant who stirs up a storm on the battlefield.

So, after discovering the soldiers of the First Legion, the berserker with cloudy eyes did not retreat. Instead, he roared softly and rushed forward with an extremely ferocious attitude, making his hands into claws and tearing towards the soldiers in the front row.

"Raise the shield!" Shuoyue mobilized his own spiritual power. Even from a distance, his orders could be instantly transmitted to the hearts of the soldiers on the front line.

Then, shields were erected in an instant. The flat surface of the wooden barrels was covered with animal skins, and the reinforced narrow strips of metal flashed a cold light.

The defense line seemed impregnable, but the soldiers standing at the front line with their shields raised could not help but feel scared when they looked at the violent appearance of the previous emperor.

That is the servant, the monster in human skin suppressing ordinary humans.

Not to mention that some of the soldiers had witnessed Goering's death and their hands could not help but tremble.

Can we defeat such an enemy?

At this moment, Caligula roared and attacked, tearing at the protective gear with his claws.

"boom!"

In a flash, blood filled the air.

The berserkers retreated as if they had been electrocuted. The soldiers in the front row who were resisting the attack groaned and slid back several meters involuntarily, while their comrades behind them stepped forward and immediately took over, forming a new line of defense in front of Caligula.

The enemy was too few in number—only a dozen or so people were needed to completely surround them. How many shield soldiers were there in a legion? Even if there were no achievements worthy of being engraved on the Throne of Heroes, the gathering of so many people was enough to resist the Berserker's fierce attack.

Of course, the one who made the greatest contribution was the white-haired commander standing on the top of the platform.

【Kill the surrendered: EX】

This is the reason why they chose to fight here instead of moving their positions. After a great war, this is the best place to bring out the power of the Blood Evil.

The moment Caligula touched the shield, endless blood evil rose up and turned into an extremely hard substance, colliding head-on with the Berserker.

"Blocked..." A soldier looked at his almost intact protective gear in disbelief.

I clearly felt a force that could knock me away, but after the flash of blood, the force weakened a lot.

Looking at the man in front of him who was roaring like a beast, the soldier suddenly felt that he was not so scary after all.

"Third echelon, move forward. First echelon, get ready!"

The centurion's shout awakened the soldiers, his eyes became firm, and he moved forward fearlessly.

come on!

After briefly relieving the soreness in their arms, the first echelon of shield soldiers moved forward again, filling the gap created by Caligula in the blink of an eye, while the berserkers were unable to move forward due to the pain from the recoil of the blood evil.

At this moment, new orders came.

"Prepare your spears, everyone step back."

"boom!"

Under the influence of the spiritual base, the javelin throwers who were ready to go marched backwards in unison. Thousands of footsteps merged into one sound, and the sound of their boots hitting the ground sounded like beating drums.

The berserker's attack missed, and before he could react, the javelin throwers hiding at the rear of the legion threw their weapons, and the moment they left their hands, blood-colored lines clung to them.

Bloody evil!

Needless to say, under the spiritual power of Shuoyue, the javelins fell around Caligula like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea. As the tips of the spears landed on the raised arms of the berserker, the sticky blood surrounding them burst out, spreading along with the pain and hatred of the dead, extending forward.

In an instant, countless cracks deep enough to see the bones were torn open on Caligula's strong arms. Wherever they went, there was tragic desolation. The spirits wailed, and were enveloped by the blood evil and annihilated, no longer existing.

Caligula roared and ran as fast as he could, trying to escape the cage that imprisoned the beast, but the blood light on the iron shield once again stopped him easily.

"The Second Legion will cut into the First Legion's flank. The First Legion's shield soldiers will retreat directly after being hit. Be careful not to advance rashly."

Under Shuoyue's command, the thousand-man legion was as easy to use as playing with building blocks. Unknowingly, the soldiers who had experienced the Servant War retreated quietly and disappeared into the darkness. The Second Legion, also wearing heavy armor and with nervous eyes, took their place and joined the battle.

As the highest-ranking familiar, with an extremely high degree of frenzy, when facing the army blessed by the new moon, he was like a hunted lion. He could only use his claws to sharpen the enemy's will and his roar to temper the enemy's courage, and step by step he went towards the end of defeat.

Rosario, who was also standing on the platform watching the battle, finally understood Shuoyue's thoughts at this moment. He looked at the white-haired general standing on the platform in astonishment, his eyes full of admiration.

They are actually using this most evil enemy in the world as a whetstone for the soldiers!

Suddenly, there was some commotion at the front line. Rosario subconsciously looked over and found that it was Caligula who was resisting the recoil of Blood Evil. Regardless of his bloody arms, he tore open his shield in front of the horrified eyes of the soldiers, grabbed him out, and tore him into pieces with both hands!

Blood splattered all over the sky, and radial blood flowers fell on the ground. The soldiers were dismembered before they could even scream.

Such a tragic death immediately caused panic among the people around. Looking at the man bathed in blood, who looked like a ghost, the soldiers felt cold all over and recalled the fear of being dominated by the berserker again.

"Don't panic, this is a war, soldiers!" Shuoyue's voice sounded at the right time, alleviating the soldiers' panic and also making them wake up.

Yes, even if there is only one person on the other side, it is still a war.

In war, how can there be no death?

All you have to do is try not to make any mistakes and believe in your comrades and commander.

"Next time you encounter this kind of crisis, remember to abandon your shield and retreat in time. Your comrades will fill the gap for you." The commander's voice was as calm as ever. "Remember, you must not let the enemy break through the encirclement. If you retreat out of fear, your comrades will be torn to pieces by the monsters along with you."

"Javelin team, attack!"

The blood-smeared attack once again fell from the sky, and this time, Caligula no longer tried to intercept it. Instead, he nimbly rolled sideways, dodging the attack while rapidly approaching the shield formation, trying to stop the enemy's attack in this way.

Arrows shot through the air.

No one caught the meteor-like trajectory, but only saw a flash of blood, and the enemy fell back as if severely wounded, the arrow feathers on his chest still trembling, and the arrowhead had already penetrated three inches into his flesh.

In the distance, a white-haired young man wearing bronze armor and holding a longbow looked calm as he took out another feather arrow from his subordinate who was kneeling on one knee and presenting a quiver.

He bent the bow and drew the arrow, with blood clinging to it.

[Daqin Combat Skills: B+]

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Chapter 252 Moonlight, Devour My Heart

The Berserker's last chance of survival was cut off.

If he still had the strength to break through the siege of the Blood Demon before, then after being hit by Shuoyue's two arrows, the seriously injured Caligula had completely lost the chance of victory. He could only rely on his savagery after being frenzied to fight against the soldiers protected by the Blood Demon.

This battle lasted from the time the setting sun fell into the mountains to the time when dark clouds covered the night sky.

So the first army retreated, and the second army advanced; the second army retreated, and the third army advanced; the third army retreated...

Oh, the three armies going into battle have all completed their training.

As expected of you, it's strong enough, Uncle Gui! Those who have used it say it's good!

Although some soldiers were greedy for merit and advanced rashly, failed to retreat in time, and were caught by the Berserkers and twisted into pieces like a towel, more soldiers, after experiencing such high-intensity battles, were no longer afraid of these monsters in human skins, and could even adjust their positions on their own without Shuoyue's reminders, so as to better defend and counterattack.

And this is exactly what Shuoyue wants to see.

"Put away the quiver. I won't need to take any action next." The white-haired young man put away the Qin bow he made himself and looked towards the battlefield.

After such a long rotation and battle, the already seriously injured Caligula looked even worse, and even his movements became noticeably slower.

A Servant, and a Berserker at that.

The highest-ranking familiar feels tired?

"Hmph..." With a light snort from his nose, Shuoyue immediately issued an order.

"The Third Legion retreated in an orderly manner. It is time for the prisoners spared by our Majesty to show their loyalty."

Military orders cannot be disobeyed. The soldiers guarding the front line looked at each other, and although they were unwilling, they still retreated one after another, allowing the prisoners to go forward and grab the fruits of victory that were about to be obtained.

"Sir, is there any reason for doing this?" Although he had only followed Shuoyue for a short while, Rosario knew the commander's character well. It was already magnanimous of him not to kill all the prisoners, so how could he take the initiative to give away military merits to them?

But given the relationship between Nero and the commander-in-chief, Rosario had to think more.

Could it be that this is the power of love?

"You think too much, lieutenant general."

For these soldiers who were full of animal desires and had nowhere to go, Shuoyue could only roll his eyes: "This is my army. Nero's hand cannot reach here."

The magical thing is that even though Shuoyue called the emperor's name directly, Rosario remained indifferent and just listened to the commander's words respectfully.

"This is the first time you have encountered such an enemy, but I have seen it many times." The white-haired young man looked at Caligula, who was accumulating strength rather than slowing down, and said calmly, "Let them go. If you want to really kill this kind of enemy, you must offer enough sacrifices."

Rosario was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The sky darkened, and the soldiers who had left the battlefield held up torches, dispelling the darkness cast by the dark clouds, and turned the area centered on the berserker into a coliseum.

The prisoners considered themselves lucky.

During the war-torn days, they escaped the cold winter and welcomed the spring with singing birds and blooming flowers.

They only suffered a small punishment for an afternoon, and then the beautiful, great Emperor Nero Claudius forgave their crimes, and the white-haired commander who crushed them was actually willing to share the greatest benefits with them - anyone with a discerning eye could see that the berserker was already exhausted, and at any moment he might reveal a flaw and be rushed upon by the soldiers and defeated in an instant.

At this point, Shuoyue actually ordered the Third Legion to retreat and let them go into battle.

If this isn’t a free gift, then what is it?

With this thought in mind, the captives proudly took over the Third Legion's position, resisting the Berserkers' attacks on their behalf, not knowing that the blood evil inflicted on the shield by the new moon was becoming increasingly thinner, and Caligula's offensive was becoming increasingly slower, as if there was some kind of unspoken understanding between the two.

Then at a certain moment, it exploded.

Caligula suddenly stopped attacking, looked up at the sky, and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

The dark clouds dispersed, and a full moon hung in the sky, casting soft moonlight on the ground.

But when the silvery-white light fell on the former Roman emperor dressed in gorgeous clothes, it burned him like a flame.

"Retreat." A very casual and abrupt order.

The captives who had not sworn allegiance and had not been affected by the New Moon Spiritual Base had no time to react. The legions behind them, including the Blood Evils who were supporting them, retreated like a tide.

Finally, someone realized the crisis, but it was too late.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-!"

Like a golden werewolf howling at the moon, Caligula arched his hands into claws, his eyes were so red that even the pupils could not be seen, and the silver-white flames on his body suddenly exploded, splashing like ripples along with the stones.

"Oh moon, oh moon...curse me!"

Amid the voice that was distorted to the point of being incoherent, with Caligula at the center, the surrounding soldiers were all burned by the silver-white flames. The intense pain made them unable to hold the weapons in their hands anymore. They all knelt on the ground, covering their heads and screaming.

The sharp silver light almost tore the air apart, carrying with it layers of moonlight ripples, and rushed in all directions. Wherever it passed, all living things could only kneel on the ground and scream, gradually turning into skeletal sacrifices.

This is exactly the anti-military treasure that Caligula possesses as a Servant—

"Devour my heart, Moonlight!"

The captives in the rear wanted to escape, but once they were caught by the silver light, they would fall into the same madness as Caligula, besieged by the curse of the goddess Diana, and eventually their fragile lives would inevitably return to the eternal moon.

All the captives pardoned by Nero were killed by Shuoyue using a borrowed knife to kill them.

The cold wind was howling, and the bright red hair turned into blood red. The white-haired young man stood tall, and the cloak he wore seemed to have life and was fluttering.