Chapter 279 The Emperor Flees, Aiming for the Holy Grail!

Since ancient times, in the feudal monarchy, the great generals who held military power were the objects of suspicion of the emperor.

When the world was in chaos, the famous generals were the peerless swords in the hands of the emperor, and when the world was peaceful, the generals should be put away after the birds were gone and the dogs were cooked after the rabbits died.

But when Shuoyue looked at the golden-haired emperor, she was shocked to find that her anger was not a disguise, but hidden behind the intense emotions was a kind of emotion that did not belong to the emperor.

"You... really know what you are doing?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

The hair on Nero's head was drooping. She looked at the white-haired general with an indifferent expression and realized that a few minutes ago, he was watching the people of the United Empire step into the grave step by step with such an indifferent expression.

In her memory, the picture of the man sitting on the chair and listening to her laughter and talk gently was still clear, but the reality that he did not change his face and buried tens of thousands of lives was also placed in front of her.

The sense of separation brought astonishment, and astonishment brought grievance, and there was stubbornness hidden in the grievance, which eventually turned into a resistance close to anger.

Especially when talking to her, Shuoyue still did not stop his actions. The soldiers behind him shouted and yelled, ordering the captives to enter the deep pit, just like driving pigs and sheep!

The soldiers of the United Empire had long been aware of the crisis. When they noticed Nero looking over, their cries for mercy instantly became louder. Even if they were whipped by whips, they tried their best to make pitiful wails.

It was like a beast struggling endlessly by instinct.

But such an action was very effective for a certain emperor who had always been soft-hearted.

"I order you to stop, do you hear me!" Nero drew out the meteorite sword with a roar.

But the next moment, her neck felt cold.

"Ah..."

A low sigh squeezed out of the contracted throat, and the girl in the red dress was like being fixed by Medusa's snake pupils, turning into a stone statue.

Not only her body, but her brain also refused to think and refused to acknowledge a certain reality.

"Hey, you are kidding..." Even Weber, who instigated this matter, couldn't help but clench the feather fan in his hand, not to mention those soldiers who stared with wide eyes and unconsciously dropped their weapons on the ground.

Because - Shuoyue drew out the bronze sword and put it on Nero's neck.

In other words, the governor appointed by the emperor himself is holding the Augustus, the highest in the empire, hostage with a sword.

"The general is not subject to military orders when he is away, even you." The cold blade licked the emperor's delicate skin, oozing blood and dripping blood.

He held the girl's waist with his left hand, held the sword in his backhand, and held Nero to prevent her from looking back, so that Shuoyue could not see her misty eyes, and he could strengthen each other's determination.

"Please leave, Your Majesty, this is not a battlefield you can set foot on."

What a respectful, what a repellent word.

The girl, with her passionate love, risked her life in the enemy's territory to find the man, but when they met again, he threatened her with a sword and ordered her to return to the wilderness surrounded by wolves.

A funny comedy, a tragic character.

Holding back the tears in her eyes, Nero tried desperately to turn her head, but the man's arm was like heavy steel, and even if she ignored the deadly blade, the huge force still made her unable to move.

Noticing the soldiers' horrified eyes focused on them, Nero wanted to get angry, but in the end he was powerless and uttered a sigh-like groan: "You... also rejected me?"

The soldiers looked at each other, and finally, Rosario stood up and knelt on one knee:

"Sorry, Your Majesty, we all think that the general's approach is correct. These strange... enemies must be wiped out."

"Really?" Nero showed a sad smile.

This is no longer a matter of life and death for the United Empire Army. Their commander has already raised his sword to Augustus. Even if Nero says this is treason, the Senate will not object, and the people of the world will not object.

But even so, they, including the soldiers of her Royal Guard, still choose to support the white-haired general and give silent support to his rebellious behavior.

The feeling of being abandoned by the world hit like a tsunami. Nero lowered his head and watched the soldiers of the United Empire all fall into the pit, crying and shouting for mercy. However, the bloody giant figurine like Shura was silent, and the shovel in his hand raised the soil, burying all the sounds and movements.

Once, twice, three times...

The wound on her neck was infiltrated with cold air, spreading all the way to her heart, extinguishing her fiery passion.

The last handful of soil fell, and the stars in the girl's eyes went out. She lowered her head as if she had lost her soul, and she was indifferent even if Shuoyue let go of the blade.

In the newly filled dirt pit, the countless arms that broke through the soil like plants and stretched desperately towards the sky were engraved in Nero's mind like hell.

Even the voice of the white-haired general turned into the whisper of the devil:

"Please leave, Your Majesty, I will send a reconnaissance team to escort you."

"No need."

Under the setting sun, the red skirt dimmed. Nero did not even look at the new moon, but stumbled down the high platform and walked towards the outside of the city without looking back.

The broken rose fluttered in the wind and sand, ignited by the sunset at the end of the horizon, withered in the silent waves, and disappeared.

Even so, the last command seal in her hand was still shining.

The white-haired general watched her leave, and finally turned his eyes and walked down the stage step by step.

"Don't you send troops to escort her?"

"Haven't you figured it out? She's not just the Roman emperor of this era. She can't die even if I die." Shuoyue said calmly, "Weber, I'll leave these soldiers to you."

"Me?" Weber was startled, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, "What are you going to do?"

Under his uneasy gaze, the white-haired man grinned, and there was undisguised malice in his blood-red eyes.

"I'm in a bad mood, go out for a walk."

As soon as the voice fell, blood gushed out, and Weber barely opened his eyes from the strong wind, and the man was gone in front of him.

Looking at the soldiers who looked over in surprise and were a little uneasy because they had forced the emperor away, Weber's mouth twitched, and he felt a pain in his stomach.

"Hiss... retribution comes so quickly."

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Blood was surging.

A blood-red light was flying across the wilderness, but the direction was completely different from that of the departing young emperor.

With the help of the blood evil, Shuoyue moved forward quickly, with a blood-red flame burning in the depths of his eyes.

As early as in Pisa, he knew that his ideas were incompatible with Nero, and sooner or later they would go their separate ways.

Rather than lingering on, it is better to cut off cleanly... along with the girl's ignorant love.

After all, Nero didn't know that she was not purely "herself" at this time. Was her words and deeds affected? Was the love at first sight a smoke bomb thrown by a certain evil beast to soften Shuoyue's heart?

Weber was right. Holding Nero and sinking deeper and deeper in the quagmire was a torture for both of them. Now that the main actors have entered the scene and the curtain has opened, Shuoyue has vowed to take on the mission of the famous general, running in the troubled times to prevent the birth of the beast.

Where is the time to care about the love between men and women?

Keeping Nero's affairs in his heart, the white-haired man looked at the gradually emerging glorious palace with a torch in his eyes and murmured.

"Holy Grail..."

The blood was surging, and a heavy axe like the sky was formed in the air. The blood-colored inscription was clearly visible, just like its sharp edge that was so sharp that it could make the eyes of his colleagues look at it.

Under the astonished gaze of the gatekeepers, the man slowly clenched his raised palm, and then he turned into a stream of light and broke through the gate of the palace in one breath!

The huge blood-colored axe blade in the air fell, like an angry meteorite smashing down, and embedded in the center of the palace.

"Boom--!"

In the devastating explosion, a figure broke through the flames and air waves, and moved forward towards the depths of the palace without slowing down, and continued to move forward!

The goal, the Holy Grail!