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[FMMIKA] Chapter 323: Demon God Flauros
🕑 Added 2023-12-12 18:01:50 +0000 UTCIn the next move, Artorius sent Lucius flying, completely destroying his bodily functions and rendering him unable to continue the fight.
"It's meaningless at this point."
Lucius was no match for Artorius.
"..."
"Now, what should we do, Lord Caesar?"
While Caesar was silent, Cleopatra asked worriedly.
Lucius Tiberius, as the enhanced last emperor of the Roman Empire, was top-notch in both divinity and strength, making him a first-rate Servant. Even Caesar wouldn't dare claim victory over Lucius. Cleopatra, as the Egyptian Queen, lacked combat experience, making her even less impressive.
In her eyes, Lucius was their ace, Caesar's hidden trump card.
Other Roman emperor Servants respected Caesar, but they had their dignity and rebelliousness.
Lucius was different.
As a ruler of a fallen nation, his hatred for the Dragon Emperor Artorius could make him set aside his pride.
As long as he could seek revenge, he was willing to follow Caesar's lead.
However, seeing the mighty warrior Caesar had devoted so much effort to, getting defeated with just a glance from the Dragon Emperor, Cleopatra couldn't help but feel anxious.
She anxiously looked at Caesar, hoping her lover could reassure her.
Unfortunately, all she saw was a sweaty-faced Caesar.
"We..."
"We..."
Caesar repeated 'We' twice without specifying what 'We' meant. On the other side of the river, after Artorius executed Lucius once again, he turned to Caesar.
"For the sake of Rome, surrender."
Artorius declared loudly with a calm expression.
"You've seen it. The combined Roman forces are no match for me. If I want, I can wipe you out in an instant."
"But I am merciful, and so is Rome. I don't want to see Roman bloodshed and fratricide."
"So surrender."
"For the sake of your soldiers, people, and yourselves."
"..."
After Artorius finished speaking, Caesar's group remained silent, seemingly deep in thought. At the same time, facing Artorius's mighty army composed of steel chariots, the United Roman soldiers wavered even more.
In the sky were steel birds and on the ground were steel chariots.
Artorius, the one claiming to be the Roman emperor, had killed one of their own, a powerful general in the United Roman Empire, in an instant.
All of this shook the United Roman army.
"We, we..."
For a charismatic figure like Caesar to admit defeat and surrender to the enemy was an incredibly difficult decision. However, faced with absolute strength and confidence, there was no other choice.
He took a deep breath and finally made the decision.
As a Roman, what mattered most was the welfare of the fallen Rome. He indeed should prioritize Rome's interests and not let Roman blood be spilled in vain.
"We..."
However, the next moment.
When Caesar had already decided to surrender to Artorius.
'No, absolutely not, how can this happen?! I won't allow this crappy thing!'
A frantic, almost insane voice suddenly echoed inside Caesar's mind.
'The mage who summoned me!'
That was his last thought before going berserk.
"Lo-Lord Caesar—"
Beside him, Cleopatra also struggled as she looked at him with pleading eyes.
Their hands reached out to each other, trying to hold on desperately, but before that.
The woman named Cleopatra and the man named Caesar disappeared. Only two Berserker Servants imbued with Mad Enhancement remained.
"Hmm?!"
Nearby, Leonidas realized something was wrong and didn't hesitate to turn his spear and impale his own heart, committing suicide.
This sudden change made everyone disregard the classic scene of a soldier committing suicide.
"Is it that mage?!" Nero, still unaware of the situation, shouted impatiently. "What are you plotting, and what do you want?!"
Unfortunately, the emperor's status, highly esteemed among ordinary people, meant nothing to the mage. Lev had no intention of answering her questions.
"You're powerful, impressive indeed. But I want to see how you deal with an opponent you can't defeat, Artorius! Hahahaha!"
In Lev's gleeful laughter, Caesar and Cleopatra charged towards the Dragon Emperor—but before they could reach him, Scathach and Mash had already rushed out from behind him, engaging the two and easily suppressing them.
"Lev Lainur Flauros... or should I just call you Flauros?"
Artorius calmly looked towards the southwest, where the Demon God Flauros was located.
"Call me whatever you like. The will of mortals means nothing to us."
"Oh, well then. Let me tell you something. You've successfully angered me. So, clean your neck and wait."
The next moment, intense magical energy, guided by Artorius's will, directly struck the soul of Demon God Flauros thousands of kilometers away.
"AAAHHHHH—!!!"
Amid the intense screams, Flauros, still maintaining his human form, painfully fell to the ground while clutching his head, and rolling on the ground in a very undignified manner.
This severe pain seemed not easily solvable, even for a Demon God.
"Damn you, damn dragon, damn, damn, damn, damn—!!!" Flauros shouted in frustration, his face twisted with pain and anger.
Not far from him, a tall and sturdy man calmly watched the writhing Demon God, saying nothing.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the fighting had concluded.
Scathach had slain Caesar, Mash had defeated Cleopatra. The two berserk Servants disappeared in a flash of light. With the loss of their overall commander, the morale of the United Roman army plummeted.
Some fled, some surrendered, and the entire army of 150,000 scattered like birds and beasts. Gaul successfully returned to the hands of the Roman Empire. Afterward, the conquest of Britain to the north and the campaign against the small Germania were a walk in the park.
If you combined the territories of Nero's Empire and Artorius's Empire, rounding off, one could say that the Roman Empire had been revitalized.
Now, under the control of the United Romans, only Spain remained. Many Romans, already feeling victorious, began celebrating in advance.
In fact, after the recovery of Gaul, Nero, who had returned to Rome, joyfully held a grand triumph. She generously distributed free bread, grilled meat, and beer, inviting everyone in Rome to feast, buying off these unruly proletarians.
The whole city was immersed in the pleasures of alcohol.
