Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"Don't treat me like someone who hasn't seen a turnip, Ryder!"

Completely different from the scene in the control room was the scene where Ritsuka Fujimaru and his group had already arrived at the Grand Prix Arena.

"Although we have prepared for the worst, many things are still intact."

It is true that thanks to the Fourth Crusade, the four gilded bronze horse statues have been brought back to Venice by the Venetians, but the Plataea Tripod, the Obelisk of Thutmose III and the statue of the legendary driver Philip the Baptist in the center of the racetrack are all intact.

She was angry at the brutality of the Fourth Crusade, but also helpless about it - she knew everything about the Punic Wars, the expeditions to Gaul and Britain.

"Boudica, where are you? Answer me!"

"You must be here! I know, I know. You must be waiting for me here!"

"...Are these words a little too egoistic?"

"Rather, this is the essence of Nero Claudius."

The two heroic spirits that appeared in front of him were no strangers to Fujimaru Ritsuka. One was the chef of the entire Chaldea, and the other was the monarch of the modern magic department who worked overtime every day.

But at this moment, they are just enemies to me.

"In fact, if it weren't for you, I would be on the city wall now to command the battle, but after talking with Alvin, I am now here on my own accord."

"——Wait here. Wait for your arrival."

"Waiting for... Yu's arrival?"

"Just to have a good chat with you. Like this, on the battlefield if possible."

Boudica smiled, just as Ritsuka remembered, but facing this smile, Nero subconsciously took a step back.

Boudica...maybe she knows something.

"You two alone can't stop us - we won't be chatting with you, Lord El-Melloi, this time."

"I hope you won't regret what you said now, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

The racetrack was on the verge of breaking out, but compared to those people in the Theodosian Walls who were already fighting to the death and had already gone mad with bloodshot eyes, they were far inferior.

The tense situation had already made the Sultan furious, and he immediately ordered the cannons to open fire. Rounds of stone bullets hammered at the city walls, knocking the defenders of the city walls and his own Anatolian Legion to the ground. In the early morning of this summer day, it was dark and chaotic all around, and the noise of the battle was deafening. The sound of drums, flutes, cymbals, and church bells came one after another, tearing the heart and lungs. Add to that the whizzing sound of arrows, the loud noise of Ottoman cannons shaking the earth, and the low roar of muskets, it seemed that the air was torn apart.

In the seconds it took for the cannons to fire, the fire lit up the gunners, smaller tongues of fire from the muskets fiercely to rend the night, and in response, barrels of Greek fire arced over the walls, showering the land with scorching death like golden rain.

An hour before dawn, a cannon fired a stone bullet that hit the already crumbling ramparts directly, opening a gap. Dust and smoke obscured the front line, but the soldiers of the heavy legion reacted quickly and rushed into the breach. In just a blink of an eye, more than 300 Ottomans had entered the city wall.

This was the first time that the Ottomans broke through the defenders' defenses since the general offensive. In the narrow space between the two city walls, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle face to face.

The Jihad warriors who rushed in only wanted to rush into the tower and plant the flag, but they didn't notice Constantine who was about to close the net.

When they noticed, Constantine had already rushed over with the last cavalry. He quickly organized his troops to block the gap to prevent more Ottomans from pouring in. Then he personally rushed into the enemy camp, and orderly led the defenders who reacted to the attack to chop all 300 Ottomans into barbecue sauce like chopping melons and vegetables.

This local victory immediately boosted the morale of the defenders. Fatih's Anatolian Corps was once again repelled. The Ottoman army began to feel frustrated. No matter how they attacked, they could not capture the city wall. The setbacks in recent days made the Ottomans waver, and then they began to retreat slowly.

Now, it is 5:30 in the morning.

PS1: It will be over in a few days.

PS2: For chapter names, please search "Nika Riot" on Baidu

Chapter 198 The Avengers Return from Whitling Avenue

"What a...disappointment."

Fatih looked at the tired soldiers, muttering to himself while biting a piece of freshly roasted horse meat. Perhaps because it was a bit dry, he took a pot of wine and hung it around his waist.

Until this point, the Ottoman army in other areas had not made much progress. In the Golden Horn, the Grand Vizier launched an attack at night and successfully built a pontoon bridge. Many soldiers reached the coast near the end of the land wall via the pontoon bridge, but they were met with stubborn resistance from the defenders. The high sea wall overlooked the sea. Although the number of defenders on the wall was sparse, and some sections were even defended by only clergy, Khalil Pasha still suffered a defeat.

South of the central wall, Ishak Pasha put some pressure on the defenders, but his most elite Anatolian legions were diverted to attack the St. Romanos Gate, so he only launched a seemingly massive but non-threatening offensive.

At the Blachner Palace, the Ottoman army, led by Karaga Pasha, launched a threatening attack. Because of the experience of the last attack, the troops assigned to Karaga were sufficient. But the commander of the garrison here was Minotto, and he got the three Borghiardo brothers from Genoa, all of whom were highly skilled professional soldiers. Sometimes they would attack from the unnoticed side door of the Arena Gate to harass the enemy. Karaga Pasha obviously did not expect that the garrison would still be able to fight back, and was defeated at one point. The lion flag of St. Mark of Venice still fluttered on the dome of the palace shrouded in darkness.

After four hours of continuous fierce fighting, the irregulars and the Anatolian Legion were defeated, which seemed to make Mehmed very angry. Not only was he angry, but he was also very anxious, because after 53 days of fighting, he only had one fresh force left, that is, his own 5000 elite guards. These soldiers were extremely well-equipped, brave and fearless, much more experienced and braver than others. They were the elite of the army, and they attacked again and again during the Ottoman army's expeditions, smashing the enemy's lines like a hammer.

The Sultan decided to throw this force into battle immediately, before the enemy had a chance to catch their breath and regroup. Everything depended on this action; if even they could not break through the line, the campaign would end in his ignominious defeat, and his exhausted army would accompany him back to Anatolia, before the endless intrigues and rebellions that followed, and the enemy in the east closing in.

“It’s literally a place where four wars are fought.”

The defenders did not have any time to rest in the position between the two walls. The second wave of the enemy's attack caused more casualties and the defenders were becoming more and more exhausted, but their will to resist was still firm.

Hunger, exhaustion, pain, constant fighting, the death of their loved ones and friends, could not subdue the Crusaders, nor weaken their will and sense of mission. They also knew that they had no choice but to fight to the death; no one would take over for them because there were no other troops.

But the Italians fought under the command of Giovanni, and the Greeks fought under the leadership of Constantine. These two outstanding leaders had a far greater appeal to the army than anyone else, and even the Sultan was inferior to them.

The Sultan knew that he had to strike while the iron was hot before the offensive was halted. He collected all the valuables in the camp, distributed them to the soldiers on the spot, and personally executed those who were afraid of death.

Now, like those great conquerors, Fatih will personally ride on his horse and charge forward, urging the soldiers to prove themselves as heroes as he did. It is time for the jihad warriors who have received their pay and rewards to march forward bravely and serve the Sultan!

It was still an hour before dawn, but the stars were already dimming, and darkness was gradually giving way to dawn. The Ottoman army had its backs against the trenches, and the Sultan had ordered the archers, musketeers, and even the cannons to be pushed up, and a storm of fire swept over the walls. Bullets and arrows fell like snow, covering the sky and forcing the defenders to duck their heads and hide behind the ramparts.

With another signal, the Ottoman infantry gave a loud and terrifying shout and began to advance, driven by the deafening drums and shouts, charging at the ramparts like lions. This religious and intimidating sound was the ultimate psychological warfare weapon of the Ottoman army, deafening even to the coast of Asia.

The war drums beat, the officers gave shouts and orders, the cannons roared like thunder, and the soldiers themselves let out heart-wrenching cries. These sounds not only inspired their own courage but also shocked the enemy's nerves, and achieved the desired effect.

Along with the final signal, there was another unknown battle at the Grand Prix.

"Would you like some cigars? The props are made into B-grade ones, and Alvin said they were good after smoking them."

"Then how about the immortality potion?"

"I'm sorry, this is difficult to do."

El-Melloi II was smoking a cigar, chatting and laughing with Fujimaru Ritsuka, and gently waving his hands. With the A-level human observation technology of the Forensic Eye, he could do unexpected things under everyone's noses.

For example, secretly giving Boudica a buff.

"For the sake of humanity, can you please not fight, El-Melloi II?"

"I originally wanted to avoid this kind of behavior as much as possible, but there is no other way. This kind of legacy from thousands of years ago is not something I can solve."

"So take advantage of this moment to solve this problem once and for all, Boudica."

"I've been waiting for your words!"

Contrary to her usual practice, this time Boudica seized the opportunity to attack first. She took two steps at a time and rushed to Nero with her sword.

"clang--"

The ordinary sword and the noble primordial fire clashed again. Nero twitched the corner of her mouth. She could clearly feel that Boudica this time was different from the previous times.

If I hadn't been prepared, I would probably have been dismembered and blown away by this sudden sword... What a joke!

"What the hell? Are you finally showing your true skills?"

"There is still much you don't know, Emperor of Roses. For example, what exactly did Catu Decianus, the governor of Britain Suetonius Paulinus, do?"

"Ah, that's right. This kind of trivial matter must be insignificant to you. After all, what you have in front of you is just a small loan."

Boudica looked sober with a smile on her lips. She was speaking in the most normal tone about the unforgettable past.

"Now, I come to you on behalf of all the Iceni who died on Whitling Avenue."

Chapter 199: El-Melloi the Betrayer?

"Ha, you said you would never have anything to do with Rome, but aren't you protecting Rome now?"

The burning primordial fire seemed to be able to ignite even the air, and with Nero himself as the center, the air flow surged wildly.

"Boudica, what are you thinking about?"

Nero raised the corner of his mouth, turned his wrist and began to exert force. After deflecting Boudica's sword, he aimed directly at her sword-wielding hand and swung it.

As everyone knows, in front of the primordial fire, the sword in Boudica's hand is really not worth mentioning. Even the sword forged by the Iceni, the most skilled blacksmiths among the Celts, forged for their queen with the strength of the entire tribe cannot compare to it.

But that seemingly ordinary sword represents everything she has fought for, and it is the only object that connects her to the past.

With the names of Asia and Britannia at stake, how could I fail here!

“Is it just this level?”

In Nero's view, Boudica seemed to have anticipated her move. While holding the Primordial Fire with her backhand, she kicked Nero's knee directly with her foot. The uncontrollable inertia made Nero suddenly lose control of his body. Then, under Ritsuka's shocked eyes, the Roman emperor was pushed to the ground by Boudica. El-Melloi II, who was watching the excitement, also performed a small magic of binding.

"Boudica! How could you use such a brutal tactic!"

"I am a barbarian. Besides, you didn't use your treasure at the beginning."

"Who would use a Noble Phantasm right at the beginning?"

Nero and Boudica were talking to each other in an orderly manner. Mash, who had wanted to rush out to rescue her, saw this and after seeing the gesture made by Nero's hands behind his back, she slightly retracted the step she had taken earlier.

"Just like at the beginning, let's talk about it - the fifth Augustus of the Roman Empire, Nero Claudius."

"Why are you fighting? Why are you fighting for those pagan Armenian gravediggers? Why are you fighting like that... no, like this, constantly?"

"...Because that is the damn pan-human history. What can I do in the face of the torrent of history? Besides, Boudica, aren't you also fighting a meaningless battle?"

After hearing Nero's extremely shocking speech, Boudica opened her eyes wide, full of disbelief. "

"Pointless... Nero, as Augustus, you actually said that this war is pointless?"

"I did. So what?"

"... unforgivable."

Boudica murmured. She really couldn't imagine that the arrogant Rose Emperor in front of her would say such a thing, and her expression was seen by everyone.

"Is this Miss Nero's plan? It looks like Miss Boudica has taken the bait."

Ophelia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this scene. She also saw Nero's gesture just now. For them, this was the best news.

This is Constantinople. If something is completely destroyed in the battle, they will have to apologize for it.

"If I may, I hope this is really Miss Nero's plan."

Rather than what she really said in her heart.

Fujimaru Ritsuka still remembers that when he was in Gaul, he faced Alexander the Great and answered questions with Nero, the incomparable Rose Emperor.

"Whether it's a blood relative who has returned from the dead... or a wise ruler from the past..."

"Whether it's a fierce general in ancient times... or a famous king in legend..."

"Now! The only one ruling the world in the name of Augustus is Nero Claudius!"

"Heaven's favor, the people's support, and the love and affection between his people, only one person has this qualification! The one and only Holy King!"

“It is because you are unique that you can become a shining star! It is because you are unique that you are allowed to have the arrogance to bear everything!”

"Even if all the Roman gods come together and order me to submit to the coalition, I will never retreat!"

“How can I retreat? Overcoming difficulties with this belief is my life and my destiny!”

"I will never back down, I will rule the world and make it prosperous! Only I can do that! I am the undisputed Rome!"

Looking back from today's perspective, Nero's speech at the time had a certain "I am the state" connotation in it, but not everyone could remain so calm in front of the greatest conqueror in the world.

Is it because something happened when I was not there?

Just as Boudica was in a daze and Ritsuka was lost in thought, very abrupt footsteps entered the racetrack.

"Well done, Lord El-Melloi. Just like you were in the Clock Tower, you never disappoint."

The man with the dark green gentleman's hat and the face that always had a fake smile on his face, the man that the entire Chaldea wanted to get rid of as soon as possible, appeared before them.

"Hey, it's been a long time, everyone from Chaldea. I never thought we would meet again so soon."

"I must admit that you guys were able to draw very good cards every time. Of course, it was also related to the sea that Andusias had placed in London last time. But even so, the Sub-Servants created by Marisbilly are really capable. They seem to have become a little stronger than when I saw you in Fuyuki?"

"But, you are just Servants anyway. How pathetic! You can never overcome the power of the Holy Grail."

As if to reassure people, Flauros opened his palm, and the Holy Grail that everyone desired (and everyone hated) appeared in his palm.

"According to the legend, the knight sitting at the Seat of Disaster was praised as the young Galahad who carried the next generation of the Round Table. He was the purest of the Knights of the Round Table and found the Holy Grail alone. Although he obtained the Holy Grail, he returned it to heaven because he had no desires and no requests, and he himself returned to heaven."

Ophelia murmured, as a legitimate magician, it was not easy to resist its temptation. Ritsuka glanced at Mashu, and the girl's eyes were obviously confused.

"...Ritsuka, he just addressed El-Melloi II as Lord El-Melloi."

"Did they have any communication in the Clock Tower, Commander?"

"No. When Leif began developing Sheba, Lord El-Melloi was just one of the apprentices taught by the Lord of Minerals. After he became the Lord of Modern Magic, Flauros was already in Chaldea."

She could sense something that Olga Marie was trying hard to suppress in her words, but more importantly, it was an established fact that the Astronomical Monarch had said.

That is, Flauros and El-Melloi II had never seen this happen.