I really didn't want to burn it.

Li Ang smiled and turned around on the bed to face Artoria Alt.

"Are you...are you okay?"

Artoria Alt paused slightly upon seeing Li Ang.

"Of course I'm fine, I don't have a cold."

Li Ang thought the other person was talking about sneezing.

"It's not this...it's just..."

At this moment, Artoria Alt found it difficult to describe the feeling she had just experienced.

"I just have a feeling that Li Ang, you're going to disappear without a trace again."

Artoria Alt hesitated before raising her hand, brushing aside the strands of hair at Li Ang's temple, her fingertips gently tracing the side of Li Ang's face.

"Ah……"

Li Ang chuckled.

Surprisingly, even though the Lancer-class Artoria Alt lacks Intuition, her instincts are still terrifyingly accurate.

Li Ang did indeed have the idea of ​​running away from this singularity earlier.

However, an idea is just an idea.

"Lia, you're worrying too much! You're not going to suddenly disappear! If I did, may I be struck by lightning!"

[Host, you know you now have an antibody against electricity, so even if you were struck by lightning, it wouldn't kill you, right?]

Li Ang knew, of course, that this beast was swearing on this point.

But Li Ang's joke provoked Artoria Alt.

Suddenly, the black-clad Queen Al placed her hands on Leon's cheeks, forehead to forehead.

"Not allowed!"

"Artoria Alt said in a firm tone."

"I will not allow Li Ang to die!"

Li Ang opened his mouth: "Lia, I'm sorry..."

"Apologize? Then show some sincerity."

Artoria Alt grinned mischievously.

"What do you want to do?"

"Well... what do you think?"

Artoria Alt moved closer to Li Ang's cheek.

Their noses were already touching, and with each word Artoria Alt uttered, Li Ang could almost feel the sensual breath emanating from her upper lip.

"Li Ang... I can't hold back anymore."

These words seemed to flip the switch of reason in Li Ang's mind. He pressed down on Artoria Alt's bare shoulder outside the blanket, turned over, and took the initiative.

I'll probably get killed by Artoria, right?

The thought of the two Artorias sharing the same senses reminded Li Ang of the scene of himself being stabbed through the street and paraded through the streets.

The problem is, in this situation, which man would stop?

Since Li Ang didn't know how, he kissed her.

"Mmm—that feels so good~"

Artoria Alt let out a satisfied sound and hugged the man even tighter.

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PS: I'm finally out of the dark room! _(:з」∠)_

The blame lies with being overconfident in my recovery...

I wrote this in a bit of a rush, so there might be typos.

Mimi-chan will try to fix it as soon as possible tomorrow morning. For now, let Mimi-chan sleep; she can't stay awake any longer. o(╥﹏╥)o

Chapter 111 Li Ang: Divine Ancestor, you must believe me!

"Take care and have a safe journey, Lady Flora!"

Nero's arms tightened around Chloris.

The delicate fragrance of the silver silk filled the air, and Nero rubbed his head against the Flower Goddess's soft yet firm breasts, looking completely absorbed in the moment.

Don't call me that name!

Chloris said something displeased, but then she gently stroked Nero's head with her hand.

Although the Greek gods had terrible tempers, they also had their good sides. They were exceptionally tolerant of those who genuinely worshipped and revered them.

To put it bluntly, the Greek gods were typical of people who would be easily swayed.

Just like Nero, even though she repeatedly called Chloris "Flora," Chloris's attitude towards Nero was very tolerant because of her heartfelt admiration for Chloris.

Of course, this tolerance has its limits.

"Lady Flora~"

As Nero whispered and leaned in to kiss Chloris, Flora blocked His Majesty's lips with her hand.

"That's it. I don't want to kiss anyone other than Li Ang."

"Claus said in a low voice."

"Then let's continue after Leon returns," Nero said with a grin. "Then the three of us can sleep together and properly celebrate this victory!"

"You~"

Chloris really didn't know what to say about Nero.

Fortunately, at that moment, Artoria's order to gather sounded, informing them that it was time to separate.

"Well then, I'm off, Nero. See you later."

Chloris pinned a flower bearing her blessing to Nero's chest.

"Mmm~ Lady Flora is the best~"

Nero immediately abandoned her previous warmth and affection. Although her charming face still had a slight flush, she stood upright as a warrior about to go into battle.

Chloris and Nero walked toward Artoria, who was not far away, bidding farewell to Agravure, Mordred, Lamogen, and others.

"I'll leave this to you, Lord Mordred."

Artoria said seriously.

Mordred's job is no easy task. Morgan and Agravan are good at commanding battles, but they are not the kind of fierce warriors who charge into battle.

With the Camel Father and Son and the Gorilla "turning to the dark side," and Blind Cui and Little Beck following Artoria as part of the raiding party, Mordred must take on the responsibility of being the vanguard general.

"Don't worry, Father!" Mordred laughed as he slung his sword over his shoulder. "I will definitely not let those guys go back."

"Then, I'll leave everything to you, my son."

Artoria chuckled and hugged Mordred.

"Huh? Hey hey hey!"

Mordred was completely dumbfounded; she never expected to receive such an unparalleled reward.

Artoria didn't hug for long. When she saw Chloris coming over, she consciously separated from her child and stood next to the Flower Goddess.

"Agravuren, Merlin, Artoria and I are about to set off. The important task of the army here is entrusted to you. Be careful of those few Altified Servants."

Merlin patted his chest and assured him, "You guys just focus on completing your mission~ Although I can't beat you and Artoria, I'm still known as the 'Sword Saint of Britain' for a reason~ Watch me give Mordred a [Heroic Creation] to double her damage and critical hit rate, letting her carry the whole team~"

"To put it bluntly, you just want to slack off, right?"

"How could you say that? What bad intentions could a helpless white-haired magician like me possibly have?"

"Then why don't you, the Sword Saint, go out and kill people?"

"Oh, you're so annoying, Flower Goddess~?" Merlin grinned foolishly. "My nickname is 'The Magician Who Creates Sword Saints in Britain,' not some kind of fighting and killing thing~?"

Everyone around rolled their eyes, gaining a deeper understanding of Merlin's shamelessness.

"Agraven, they're in your hands now," Artoria solemnly instructed the current prime minister.

Unlike the others, Agguwen didn't waste any words; he simply nodded silently. However, the determination and composure flashing in his eyes seemed to reassure people even more.

It must be said that this guy is indeed a reliable one, which is why Artoria and Leon made him the deputy commander on the battlefield.

"Let's go, Artoria, we're about to set off."

Chloris beckoned Artoria to enter the teleportation array.

In addition to Artoria and Chloris, the members participating in the ambush mission in Rome include Bedivere, Tristan, Mash, and DD.

As for Ritsuka and Nero, they would wait until the war truly began before heading to Rome.

"Alright, everyone, get ready—"

Merlin raised his staff, and the magic circle beneath his feet began to flash white light.

Bedivere and Tristan took the initiative to stand behind Artoria, like two gatekeepers supporting their boss.

Mashu let out a long sigh and gripped her shield tightly.

Chloris appeared quite composed, but a hint of worry was visible in her gaze as she looked into the distance.

Artoria closed her eyes, and her silver armor began to automatically put a helmet on its master. The white horse "Hengoron" behind her neighed with high fighting spirit.

"Knights of the Round Table, let's go!"

The moment Merlin's staff touched the magic circle, the people inside rose into the air at high speed in a white light, flying towards the horizon and transforming into countless stars.

"Alright, let's go."

Nero took a deep breath and shouted to the others.

"Objective! Recapture Rome!"

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Inside the Colosseum in Rome.

Leon sat in the Black Rome's operational headquarters, staring sullenly at Diarmuid, his adversary.

Romulus sat leisurely opposite Li Ang, his calm and composed demeanor with his arms crossed made Li Ang think that the God Ancestor might be asleep.

Since yesterday, troops have been constantly appearing and harassing Black Rome, causing great annoyance to the garrison commanders in various parts of Black Rome.

On the other hand, in the western region of Gaul, the armies of Britain and the remnants of Rome began to assemble, seemingly preparing for a decisive battle against the great Black Rome.

Faced with the overwhelming enemy, Sanson and Dirumdo displayed two completely different attitudes.

Diarmuid thought these flies were insignificant and that the Roman army could simply push the city's defenses up the high ground.

But "Sanson" felt things weren't that simple. He suggested that it would be better to mobilize troops from other regions and use a dog-swarm tactic to gradually whittle down the enemy's strength.

Diarmuid's idea was simple: all the main enemies were concentrated in one place, wouldn't it be better to take them all out in one go?

Sang Song's attitude was also very clear: what if the other side used a feint attack to lure the tiger away from the mountain?

If you take all your main forces out, what about your home base?

"Sansong!"

Diarmuid planted the red spear directly onto the long table.

"You coward, you're not thinking of secretly letting those people go, are you?"

"I'm just making the choice based on the safest approach."

“Sangsong,” Li Ang retorted sarcastically, “no, not at all.”

“I think you’re the more traitorous one!” Diarmuid said, squinting. “You’re not planning to slowly erode Romulus’s military strength, are you?”