Chapter 252 Moonlight, Devour My Heart

The berserker's last way of survival was cut off.

If he could still have the strength to break through the siege of the Blood Demon before, then Caligula, who was seriously injured after being pinned to Tianshan Mountain by Shuo Yue's two arrows, had completely lost the chance of victory. He could only rely on his wild nature after becoming mad to fight against the Blood Demon. The protecting soldiers tore it apart.

This battle started from the sunset falling into the mountains to the dark clouds covering 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 major legions that went into battle have all finished training.

As expected of you, you are strong enough, Ghost Uncle Sang! Everyone who has used it says it’s great!

Although there are still some soldiers who rush forward greedily, fail to retreat in time, and escape the protective range of the blood evil, and are caught by the berserker and twisted into soldiers like towels, but more soldiers have experienced this high intensity. After the battle, he was no longer afraid of this monster in human skin. He could adjust his position on his own without even needing Shuo Yue's reminder for better defense and counterattack.

And this is exactly what Shuo Yue wants to see.

"Put the quiver away. I don't need to take action next." The white-haired young man put away the Da Qin war bow he made and looked at the battlefield.

After such a long rotation and battle, Caligula, who was already seriously injured, became even more unbearable, and even his movements obviously slowed down.

A Servant, and also a Berserker.

The highest ranking familiar feels tired?

"Hmph..." A slight snort came from her nose, and Shuo Yue immediately issued an order.

"The Third Army 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 showed unwillingness, they all retreated, allowing the prisoners to come forward and seize the fruits of victory that were about to be obtained.

"Sir, is there any reason for doing this?" Although he had only followed Shuo Yue for a short time, Rosario knew the commander's character well. It was already magnanimous for him not to kill all these prisoners, so how could he take the initiative? What about giving them military exploits?

But in view of 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're overthinking, Lieutenant General,"

For such army officers who were full of animal desires and had nowhere to rest, all Shuo Yue could do was to give them a blank look: "This is my army, Nero's hand can't reach here yet."

Miraculously, even though Shuo Yue called the emperor by his name, Rosario remained indifferent and just listened respectfully to the commander's words.

"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 more like gathering strength than slowing down, and said calmly, "Let them go up. Well, 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 suddenly shrank.

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The sky turned dark, and the soldiers who left the battlefield held up torches to disperse the darkness cast by the dark clouds, and the place centered on the berserker became a Colosseum.

The captives considered themselves lucky.

In the war-torn days, they escaped the cold winter and welcomed the spring with the singing of birds and the fragrance of 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 give the biggest The benefits are shared with them - anyone with a discerning eye can see that this mad warrior has fallen into fatigue. At any next moment, he may reveal his flaws and be swarmed by soldiers and defeated in an instant.

At this point, Shuo Yue actually ordered the third legion to retreat and let them go into battle.

If this is not a free gift, then what is it!

With this idea in mind, the prisoners proudly took over the position of the third legion and resisted the attacks of the berserkers on their behalf. Unexpectedly, the blood evil exerted on the shield by Shuoyue became thinner and Caligula's offensive became slower and slower. , as if there is some kind of unspoken tacit 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-rending roar.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the full moon hung in the sky, spreading soft moonlight to the ground.

But when it fell on the former Roman emperor, who was wearing gorgeous clothes, the silver-white light burned him like a flame.

"Retreat." It was a very casual and abrupt command.

The captives who had not sworn allegiance and were not affected by Shuo Yue Lingji did not have time to react. The legions behind them, including the blood demons who were assisting them, receded like the tide.

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

"Ahhhhhhhhh-!"

Just like the golden werewolf who screamed at the moon, Caligula's hands were arched into claws, and the pupils of his red eyes could not even be seen. The silver-white flames on his body suddenly exploded, with ripples flying along with the stones.

"Moon, moon...curse me!"

In the voice that was distorted into words, with Caligula as the center, the surrounding soldiers were burned by the silver-white flames. The severe pain made them no longer able to hold the weapons in their hands, and they all knelt down and covered their hands. My head screamed.

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

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

"Eat my heart, Moonlight (Flucticulus Diana)!"

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

The captives forgiven by Nero were all killed by the new moon in a borrowed knife way.

The cold wind whistled, the red turned into blood, the white-haired young man stood tall, and the cloak he wore seemed to have life and fluttered.

A thousand meters away, the two red-robed warriors who killed the soldiers together looked at each other, one crazy, the other cold and indifferent.

Ignoring the miserable state of the captives, Shuoyue waved the battle flag in his hand heavily:

"The shield soldiers of the first legion, the second legion, and the third legion press forward, the spearmen who have replenished their weapons move forward, and the archers prepare to start the encirclement and suppression."

Under the commander's order, the legion, including the surrendered soldiers in the legion, recovered from the shock and pleasure, and rushed forward with unprecedented loyalty and cohesion, surrounding Caligula.

This time, the berserker who released the treasure had no resistance. In the bloody bow and spear, his injuries became more and more serious, and finally he could only kneel on one knee, with arrows and spears stuck in his shoulders, and blood on his face after being hit by stones.

"This makes me look like a villain."

While whispering this, Shuoyue never relaxed his vigilance, and even stared at Caligula, not daring to relax at all.

Command Spell.

Just like the shackles on the back of Nero's hand, Caligula was also forced to bear the double-edged sword-like restraints after being summoned.

In the time of rebellion, it is a sharp sword stabbing at oneself; in times of crisis, it is the last straw to save one's life.

At some point, the white-haired young man has bent his bow and arrow again, and the front end of the arrow is condensed with an unprecedented blood-red sharpness.

At the moment when the command spell takes effect, this sharp arrow will pierce Caligula's soul core.

All we have to do now is wait...

"Stop, Governor."

Someone behind him grabbed his shoulder, and Shuoyue's concentration was interrupted. He subconsciously looked behind him, and then turned back when he realized that something was wrong.

But in the encirclement, where is Caligula?

The white-haired young man pursed his lips, closed his eyes helplessly, and sighed softly: "Your Majesty..."

The soft and tender jade came close.

The blonde girl with blue eyes stood behind him, hugged Shuoyue, and gently but unyieldingly grasped the young man's arm with both hands, with a complex and helpless look in her eyes.

She escaped from the tent and recognized who their enemy was at a glance.

"Please let my uncle go...at least not in front of me."

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