Chapter 616: Sakatsuki You Motherf*cker!
No wonder Nero and Hakuno found it so unbelievable, because in their field of vision, there was no trace of that petite, habitually silent girl in a red dress.
Instead, there stood a peerless beauty of devastating charm, applying makeup before a mirror.
She possessed majestic crimson horns that stood proudly like those of a calamitous beast, lending her an air of untad wildness. Her golden hair, once neatly tied up, now cascaded down, half-veiling her gem-like wine-red eyes as it draped across her chest.
As if she had once shed tears of joy, the traces still fresh upon her breathtaking visage—those red marks were neither scars nor blemishes, but proof of love from soone who had taken her hand and promised to walk beside her.
Leaning against her side rested an enormous crimson greatsword—flas incarnate, a bringer of calamity, the blazing scarlet of a setting sun that dyed one’s vision, the fading warmth of countless lost lives.
That was, indeed—the fla that scorches the world.
Such was the first impression this woman and her sword left upon others.
Yet despite her unsettling aura, here she sat quietly in her room, arranging her cloud-like tresses by the window, adorning her forehead with floral designs before the mirror.
A woman beautifies herself for the one who appreciates her.
But what manner of celestial body could make such a dazzling beauty suppress her throbbing anticipation, ticulously adorning herself bit by bit, solely to present her most perfect self to another?
"This familiar feeling... umu." Nero pondered for a long mont before hesitantly concluding, "It’s Draco... right?"
"Umu, what is it? Have you been captivated by my peerless beauty?" The wild, passionate beauty turned her head, flashing a triumphant smile at her original self. "Don’t hold back—praise to your heart’s content!"
"You’re Draco?" Hakuno blinked, glancing between the dumbstruck Nero and the radiant Draco before reaching an unexpected yet inevitable conclusion. "Though Nero ntioned you liked crouching in corners like a little hedgehog... but of course, even as a possibility, Nero should have this kind of personality."
"Mhm mhm mhm! Big sister Hakuno is absolutely right!" The two little lolis who had tagged along nodded vigorously, making their presence known.
"Oh ho, my original self, is this how you spoke of ?"
Draco rose to her feet, and as her figure fully ca into view, Hakuno noticed she had shed her gold-and-red masculine attire. In its place was an exquisitely patterned breastplate and form-fitting leather pants that accentuated her long legs.
Maiden, noble, general, emperor... so many elents harmoniously converged in this ensemble, lending the beauty a uniquely captivating charm.
More importantly—
"And of course, I’m still taller, mhm~"
Once standing beside Nero, the height difference between them beca despairingly obvious... Even when Nero stubbornly rose on tiptoe repeatedly, she could barely reach Draco’s chin.
Emperor Nero: utterly defeated.
"Ugh... h-how can this be?!" Nero collapsed into an "orz" position, her entire being turning ashen. "This makes no sense! You used to be even smaller than , and you were just a gloomy little brat!"
Hakuno, unfamiliar with Draco’s original appearance, remained silent, rely listening to Nero’s defeated howls:
"If you beco like this, doesn’t that overlap with my attributes—no, surpass them entirely?!"
This was imdiately followed by the sound of another Nero—that is, Draco—bursting into uproarious laughter.
"Precisely, my original self! Though I am but a possibility of Emperor Nero—the beast who never t her end, who cursed the world, the Bad End of Emperor Nero—it is precisely because of this that I have grown! Not frozen in youthful stagnation, but engraved upon the records in my most perfected form!"
She spread her arms proudly, displaying her curvaceous figure and that wild, breathtaking face to all present.
"One could say this form is the future that never was—my (your) shape after transcending those three setting suns!"
"Address as the Isekai Reincarnation of Claudius—no, the Monster Emperor Draco!"
...No, this is getting a bit...
Hakuno’s lips twitched, feeling the combined headache-inducing power of two Neros—one big, one small—skyrocketing. anwhile, the Alices clapped excitedly, clearly enamored with such childish, chuunibyou-esque titles.
With Nero completely out of commission, Hakuno stepped forward to ask about their other objective for coming here.
"Um, Miss Draco... do you happen to know where Sakatsuki went?"
That young man who had been completely unreachable since morning.
Co to think of it, that mysterious man in the illusion who called himself Seneca bore striking similarities to him in mannerisms. But if that were the case, why would he hide his identity?
More importantly, when Hakuno lost her mories, that young man had unilaterally severed their contract, making it impossible for her to sense his current location.
...Damn that arrogant bastard!
Murderous intent flickered in Hakuno’s eyes as she clenched her small fists. Just then, she heard Draco’s puzzled question.
"Oh? Can’t you all feel it?"
"That exhilarating sound of intense battle coming from the depths of Mooncell’s core..."
Her beautiful eyes swept over the confused group before suddenly stopping mid-sentence. She bent down, lifting Nero’s chin with a finger.
The scene froze montarily. Even among won, Hakuno found herself holding her breath as warm indoor lighting cascaded over the golden-haired elder sister tilting up her younger sister’s equally stunning face, gazing down at her with a playful smile:
"My foolish little sister, though you ca rushing over in such a fluster, big sister won’t play with you anymore."
Her high-heeled combat boots tapped the ground, sending the resting crimson greatsword flying up with a gust of air—right into Draco’s waiting grasp. The wild beauty twirled the sword effortlessly, humming a tune as she strode out the door with dashing flair.
"Uh, Saber..." Hakuno looked sympathetically at the thoroughly dominated Nero, only to see the young emperor suddenly flip up into a sitting position. Rubbing her chin as she recalled the cool, charismatic Draco, after a long mont of contemplation, she actually broke into a silly grin and gave a thumbs up.
"Nice! As expected of !"
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One, two, three.
Fifty, one hundred, three hundred.
One thousand... whatever, can’t be bothered to count anymore.
The flas of dawn erupted, blasting apart angels wielding rapiers; the light of creation streaked forth, bisecting those drawing bows, raising staves, chanting spells...
Under the twilight’s glow, the young man roared as his black-and-white wings unfurled like a storm erupting from flat ground, tearing through obstacles once more. As the slaughter continued endlessly, his burning fighting spirit didn’t cool—it simply grew numb.
Yet the sword in his hand only grew sharper with each strike!
"Tsuba Gaeshi!"
Only through battle cries could he confirm he still lived, rather than being so cold killing machine. Sakatsuki shouted as he threw the twin blades with perfect technique, then yanked back without looking. tallic light forged new feathers upon his warblade as he drew it and charged!
Heaven and earth alike were wounded by that lightning-quick slash. The rapidly spinning blades tore through angelic defenses like caged beasts set free, shredding their bodies to pieces. Down the path of death they carved, Sakatsuki charged with his fluttering cape like dancing flas, once more tearing through the faceless angels reforming ahead!
After this exhilarating charge, Sakatsuki took a deep breath, his head spinning. Then a sudden pain in his chest—looking down, he found a red-tasseled spear and a sharp modao piercing through his heart from left and right.
Yet no blood flowed, for the warrior’s flesh had long been offered up to this battlefield.
Sakatsuki’s face was pale as paper, but his eyes shone like cold stars—white-gold, rainbow-blue, brilliant gold all vying for dominance in his irises.
Weapons could destroy his body, but never the soul housed within this vessel.
Third Magic: Materialization of the Soul.
"Gotcha, dumbasses." His wounds healed instantly as Sakatsuki wiped his mouth, then pounced on the unprepared ambushers like a hunting falcon.
"I’ve got god mode enabled!"
His blade flashed like a silk ribbon, grinding the dishonorable angelic duo to dust. Sakatsuki imdiately rolled aside, expertly dodging a torrent of arrows before leaping high, drawing an imaginary bow as arrows fell like teors.
"Broken Phantasm!"
The spiral sword shot forth, embedding itself in an angel’s chest. The faceless being stiffly looked down before being engulfed in blinding light. The violent explosion that followed cleared all enemies within dozens of ters.
A sturdy barrier rose, granting the young man a brief respite. Amidst the chaotic sounds of attack, Sakatsuki braced his hands on his knees, ears ringing, ntally exhausted to the extre. He instinctively reached out, but his empty inventory offered no response.
After this prolonged battle, he was completely out of supplies.
Yet despair was nowhere to be seen on Sakatsuki’s face—just a mocking smile as he leapt up before the barrier shattered, his right hand plunging into a diamond-shaped spatial rift.
"I choose you, Voivode of Wallachia!"
"Sakatsuki you motherf*cker!"
Amidst shouts that clearly indicated maxed-out blood pressure, the armored warrior materialized beside Sakatsuki. Facing the encroaching enemy programs, he could only raise his spear in resignation and unleash his Noble Phantasm:
"Kazikli Bey!"
A forest of thorned stakes erupted from the ground, yet compared to Sakatsuki’s slaughter, Vlad III’s Noble Phantasm seed pitifully weak—the faceless angels employed various ans to deflect or outright ignore the impaling stakes, so even charging straight through them!
Only to have their heads lopped off by Sakatsuki’s laughing blade.
"So, Prince, feeling pumped? Rembering the glory of your battlefield days?"
"Sakatsuki! You!@#$%..."
In stark contrast to Sakatsuki’s enthusiasm, Vlad III wasn’t about to indulge this bastard, imdiately launching into a stream of beautifully articulated Romanian. For a noble voivode to be reduced to such language spoke volus about his ntal state.
A whole damn morning! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through this morning?!
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