My XX deal with Sister Nero

Just now Tony had a flash of inspiration. Should he take advantage of this opportunity to pull over the Guards and get rid of them while the chaos is going on? But after thinking about it carefully, he decided not to. Although the Guards were a bit messed up, their combat effectiveness was still the best in the Roman Legion. If he eliminated the Guards without even seeing the shadow of a new Guards, who would protect the Emperor?

After having lunch with Tamiao, at the strong request of Adlans, Tony took the two hundred soldiers sent by the city of Heraklion to protect him, boarded the ship and sailed towards the city of Byzantium.

It only took three days to get from Crete to Byzantium. Three days later, Tony landed at the naval port near Byzantium.

"Battle reports, I need battle reports from the front line." As soon as he got off the boat, Tony waved his hand to interrupt the Byzantine City Administrator on the shore and put forward his needs directly without waiting for his greeting.

"Battle report? Ah, yes, battle report." Although a little surprised at the young prince's swift and decisive action, the chief executive of Byzantine City was still tactful enough to order people to prepare the battle report.

By the time Tony and his party arrived at the governor's residence in the center of Byzantium City, all the battle reports from the front line had been prepared on the table in the main hall.

"Armenia is relatively easy to deal with. The mountains are blocked by heavy snow and there isn't much movement. But the Pontic rebels... you told me there are more than 300,000?" Sitting upright in the chair, Tony looked at the battle report in front of him with a gloomy face, his voice a little cold.

When he was in Rome, he heard that the number of Pontic rebels was only 30,000 to 40,000, mostly concentrated in the province of Pontus. But now, the war report clearly stated that the number of Pontic rebels that had been ascertained was as high as 300,000. How long had he been out of Rome? Even if there was a time lag in the transmission of intelligence, it shouldn't be enough to increase the number of troops tenfold in such a short time, right?

It is obvious that there is a cover-up on the front line.

Fortunately, these 300,000 troops were not gathered together. Due to strategic needs, they were stationed in separate areas. For example, in Ephesus, there were only 40,000 troops stationed.

"The Pontic rebels... why are there so many of them?" Tony tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the chief executive standing in front of him with a cold expression.

"This... Your Highness, I don't know! But... But generally speaking, according to the rules, intelligence from the frontline is usually transmitted to Rome and several surrounding cities at the same time. I wonder... maybe something went wrong during the transmission process?"

There was some ambiguity in the Chief Executive's words, but Tony had lived two lives and had worked in the government in his previous life. How could he not figure out the meaning of his words?

To put it bluntly, the information that Domitius passed on to the people around him was true, but the information he passed on to the imperial government was false.

Isn't this funny?!

"It looks like a group of people will have to be dealt with after the war." Tony rubbed his forehead and said with a headache.

"..." Hearing these somewhat light words coming out of Tony's mouth, the Chief Executive instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

This sentence has a strong smell of blood...

Forty thousand troops are easy to deal with. After all, there should not be many real soldiers among this rebel army.

Moreover, according to intelligence from the front line, Miletus has not yet fallen into the hands of the rebels, and there are more than 5,000 troops stationed there. If Ephesus wants to send troops to attack Miletus, then they can't send out all 40,000 troops. If they only send out part of the troops... Miletus should be able to hold out for a while.

Tony turned his head to look at Tamiao who was standing aside and didn't know whether to speak or not. He rubbed his temple, knocked on the table casually, and asked the chief executive: "I noticed that there is no mention of the status of the Temple of Artemis. What's the situation over there?"

Temple of Artemis? Although I know this is one of the famous wonders, but now... doesn't seem to be the time to take care of such a building?

"Your Highness, to be honest, I don't know much about the temple, but I heard that the city of Ephesus has placed a lot of gold, silver and jewelry there for sacrificial purposes in the past two years. I think... these things should have been looted by the rebels, right?"

"You said, looted?!" Just as the chief executive finished speaking, Atalanta, who was standing not far away, raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily.

...Oh no!

Now the Pontic rebels... have offended a demigod for themselves.

After sending the chief executive away, Tony turned his head and looked at Tamiao. After a silence of more than ten seconds, he slowly spoke: "Sister Ata, I know you are very angry now, but please be patient for a while. To deal with these blasphemous rebels, we still need to... gather some troops."

"...Okay." After taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing her anger, Atalanta nodded. Although she wanted to kill these blasphemers immediately,...if she did it alone, she might die of exhaustion.

"So now, I have to confirm one thing first, Sister Atalanta, do you have any...ultimate moves or something like that?" Tony crossed his hands, sat like Commander Gendo Ikari, and looked at Atalanta and asked.

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"Eh? Ultimate move?" Atalanta looked confused, not quite understanding what this word meant.

"Emmmm... For example, is there a move that can kill a large number of enemies in one breath?" Tony thought for a moment and reorganized his words.

"You mean... the complaint?" Atalanta pondered for a moment and asked uncertainly.

...Is it true?

In fact, Atalanta had already mastered the Arrow of Complaint during her lifetime, or in other words, it was the embodiment of the concept of "drawing the bow and releasing the arrow."

As a demigod and one of the lackeys of the Greek gods, Ta Miao can pray while shooting arrows to ask for the protection of Apollo, the god of the sun, and Artemis, the goddess of the moon. Then, when the gods respond, a rain of arrows of light will fall from the sky to kill all enemies on this earth.

Now that Atalanta has mastered the skill of writing the complaint arrow, many things will be easier to handle next.

I will open a new volume later and post a bounty specifically.

Chapter 110 A Strange Dream

After lunch, Tony found the chief executive and asked him how many troops were available in the city.

"Your Highness, there are still 20,000 national troops in the city that can be deployed." Hearing Tony's question, the chief executive lowered his head slightly and replied.

Twenty thousand national troops? Tony touched his chin. Although the number was not large, it was at least enough. After all, his next plan was not to confront the Pontic rebels, but to lead the army to station in Miletus and plant a nail here, a nail that could counterattack at any time.

"I'll give you one day. I will lead these 20,000 troops to Miletus tomorrow morning." Tony raised his head slightly and looked at the chief executive.

"Your Highness!" Upon hearing that His Highness was going to the front line himself, the Chief Executive was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot: "Your Highness, no, the front line is too dangerous! Your Highness only needs to stay in the rear."

"Bullshit!" Tony pouted and said to the chief executive, "Why are you panicking? Although there are 300,000 rebels in Pontus, how many of them are real soldiers? Most of them are just a group of armed peasants, and they may not even have weapons. What are you panicking about? Besides, I will stay indoors after I get there. I don't believe that I can't defend a city with 20,000 troops relying on the city walls!"

"But Your Highness..." The chief executive opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Don't worry about it. It's decided. Go and prepare the necessary food and men. Also, remember to replenish food to Miletus on time. You know I'm most afraid of being hungry." As he spoke, Tony patted the chief executive's arm very skillfully (mainly because he was too short to pat his shoulder), and then walked towards the prison.

Because Tamiao couldn't go back to Mount Olympus for the time being, Kennis couldn't be sent to the mountain, and could only follow Tony and his group to Byzantium City.

Faced with this prisoner, no one dared to be careless. They tied Kennis up like a dumpling with an iron chain as thick as a child's wrist before they dared to throw him into the prison.

Not only that, Tony also specially dispatched four personal guards to take turns to watch over this unfortunate spearman in two shifts to prevent her from breaking free from the chains and escaping.

After going to the prison to check on Katniss and talking to the two guards on duty, Tony left the prison.

After dinner, Tony asked the chief executive of Byzantium City for paper and pen to practice writing for a while. Then he washed up early and went to bed.

Tony didn't know how long it had been, but he suddenly woke up in a trance, feeling a little hot. He turned his head to look out the window and found that the sky outside was a little dim, as if dawn was about to come.

"Hmm? Is it almost dawn?" Tony rubbed his eyes subconsciously and sat up. When he was about to pick up the clothes beside the bed, he suddenly noticed that the room he was in... looked so familiar.

"Wait a minute, isn't this the palace? Why am I in the palace?" Tony shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself more sober. Shouldn't he be in the official residence of the chief executive in Byzantium? How did he end up in the palace?

Tony put on his clothes with a confused look on his face and pushed open the door.

"What the hell?" Tony was shocked the moment the door was pushed open!

What do you mean the day is about to dawn? It's not even dawn yet! The dim light reflected in the sky is the blazing fire in the city!

No wonder, no wonder I felt a little hot while sleeping, it was because there was a fire in the city and I was woken up by the heat!

But what's going on?

Could it be... that this is the great fire in 64 AD?

Tony looked down at his hands, then subconsciously touched his face.

That's not right! With this touch and this delicate skin, I should still be around 64 or years old, right? Logically speaking, in AD, I should be in my twenties.

Why did I appear in Rome, and why did Rome catch fire?

"Forget it. I won't be able to come up with anything just by imagining it here. I might as well just go ask my sister."

Tony muttered to himself as he walked towards the palace hall.

However, not long after he walked out, Tony discovered a new problem.

This place... doesn't seem to be a palace?

Tony has walked this road from his bedroom to the palace hall many times. Not to mention that he can find the way with his eyes closed, but at least he would not find out that the road is wrong as he is doing now. Besides... when did the palace in the palace become so magnificent?

Scratching his head, Tony grabbed a panicked servant who was running around and said, "What? How do you get to the main hall?"

“…Your Highness?!” The servant who was held back looked as if he had seen a ghost. His already panicked expression instantly turned into fear: “Your Highness…Your Highness?!”

"There aren't that many halls." Tony interrupted impatiently.

Judging from the heat of the air, the scale of this fire was quite large, and... looking at the servants running around, Tony could roughly judge that the fire was probably not far from the palace.

"Tell me quickly, how do we get to the main hall?" Tony, who was somewhat worried about the current situation in Rome, had no time to chat with the servant and repeated his question again.

"It...there." The servant subconsciously pointed to the tallest and most magnificent Romanesque palace not far away.

"Okay." Tony waved his hand casually, saying goodbye to the servant.

"Your Majesty, there are many fires in the city. At the same time, there are reports that a major earthquake occurred in the Egyptian province and several cities were destroyed. In addition, news came from Londinium that a tsunami occurred near the city of British province. The whole of Ireland and the western part of British province have been completely submerged." Inside the hall, an elder in a purple robe lowered his head and said with horror.

In just a few days, countless disasters of varying sizes occurred across the country. What on earth was going on? Were the gods angry?

"I understand... You may leave." Sitting on the first seat in the hall, Nero had a sad face and waved his hand with empty eyes, signaling the elder to leave.

"Your Majesty!" The elder opened his mouth, but in the end he could only sigh.

Yes, in the face of this disaster that can only be brought down by gods, Your Majesty...what can you do?

"Sister, what is going on?" Tony walked in from the gate and asked after the elder left.

From what the elder said, it seems that natural disasters are happening all over the country right now? No, Tony has never heard of such a concentrated number of natural disasters happening in this period of time, whether in Type-Moon history or world history.

"Is it my brother..." Looking at Tony who walked in, Nero's originally empty eyes suddenly burst into a gleam of spirit, and then... tears streamed down his face.

Looking at Nero's face which was a mixture of surprise and sadness, Tony felt a pain in his heart. For some reason, he felt as if he had done something wrong to his sister, as if he... had ruthlessly abandoned his sister.

"Be good, little brother. Wait a little longer." Nero looked at Tony with very gentle eyes, and there was a trace of sadness in his voice: "Wait a little longer, the world is being destroyed. This is the only way to save it. This is the only way he told me to save it, that is to destroy this world... as a lossbelt!"

"Shit!" With a cry of surprise, Tony subconsciously sat up from the bed and reached out to touch the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Is it... a dream?" Tony turned his head to look at the still dark sky outside the window, and confirmed that he was indeed in a bedroom in the governor's residence in Byzantium City. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

But...why did I have such a strange dream?

Chapter 111 Tony's Strategy

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Tony lay back in bed.

Flames shooting up into the sky, earthquakes in the province of Egypt, and all kinds of natural disasters concentrated together... Tony thought about it carefully. In his previous life, he seemed to have never heard of such a situation where there were so many natural disasters concentrated together at the end of the Julian-Claudian dynasty.

So why did such a scene appear in my dream? And what the hell is a Lostbelt?

Tony had heard of this term before his reincarnation. Lostbelt is a term used in the Type-Moon worldview. It refers to the erroneous history outside of pan-human history that even the parallel world theory would abandon. This kind of history that should be destroyed is the so-called "Lostbelt".

But, shouldn't Nero know this concept? Also, who does Nero want to save? Who is that "he"? It can't be his future brother-in-law or something, right? If that's the case... Dad, I'll kill him myself!

So this dream... obviously has many illogical aspects, but for some reason, Tony always has a feeling that this dream is real and is a "fact" that will happen.

The shame deep in his heart and the sadness on Nero's face seemed to tell Tony that all this was real.

Tsk.

Tony scratched his head in annoyance, closed his eyes, and tried to force himself to fall asleep.

This time, Tony didn't have the same nightmare as before.

"Your Highness?"

"Ah? What's up, Sister Aura?"

After breakfast, Ola saw Tony sitting at the dining table, staring blankly ahead, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Nothing." Tony shook his head and said, "Just thinking about a nightmare I had last night."

"Your Highness, did you have a nightmare?" Ola walked over and touched Tony's forehead with some concern, saying, "Your Highness, be good, don't be afraid~"

"I'm not scared." Tony rolled his eyes at Ola and muttered, "I just think this dream is a little weird."

"Oh, okay then~" Ola nodded with a smile and said to Tony.

Tsk.

At noon that day, the administrator of the Byzantine city assembled the army and ships. Under the leadership of Tony, the army boarded the ships and sailed towards Miletus.

Two days later, Tony and his group arrived at the port near Miletus.

"Your Highness." Upon hearing that His Highness would be stationed in Miletus, the city's chief executive Cornelius and the stationed general Marcus brought a group of officials and generals from the city to the port to welcome the little prince who had come all the way from Rome.

"Yeah." Tony waved his hand as a return gesture.

After sitting on the boat for a long time, Tony no longer behaved as badly as he did at the beginning. At least now he didn't need someone to help him get off the boat.

"Let's go into the city first, and talk about it after we get in." Although Tony didn't need anyone's support, his mental state was not very good at this time. If he didn't go into the city, Tony was worried that he might kneel here at any time.

After settling 20,000 soldiers, Tony followed the crowd into the city. On the way, he learned about the situation in Ephesus in detail.

Just as Tony guessed, although the Pontic rebels numbered 300,000, in fact most of them were just a group of armed peasants, and many of them did not even have weapons. It was just such a messy army of 40,000 that attacked the city of Ephesus in the middle of the night.

As the rear base, the city of Ephesus at that time did not retain many troops, and no one would have guessed that these guys were so bold as to attack the city of Ephesus. With their deliberate plan and absolute advantage in military strength, the city of Ephesus was captured within just one day.

"So what's the current situation at the Temple of Artemis?" Tony could probably guess the situation in Ephesus. The Armenian army was pressing in from the front, the Pontic people were in rebellion everywhere on the Anatolian Peninsula, and the troops in the rear had not yet been assembled. Without any extra troops, Domitius, as the commander-in-chief on the front line, naturally did not dare to take the risk of dividing his troops to recapture Ephesus.