The Machine God Descends Again!

Rome, the City of Seven Hills.

As the moon rose high in the sky and the night deepened, looking down from the Subordinate God Palatine Hill, the lights of thousands of homes gradually went out. The entire city was free from the hustle and bustle of festivals and the oppression of war, revealing a rare Calamity Jane and peace.

But as the gaze moves upward, inside the majestic Roman palace, a short, slender figure stealthily pushes open the door of the sanctuary, first peeking around cautiously, and then carefully slipping into the shadows of the corner of the wall towards the main entrance.

However, the little mouse, which was trying to escape, was stopped by a graceful figure hidden in the darkness as soon as it reached the corner.

"Your His Majesty the Emperor, where are you going?"

The Valkyrie Brunhilde emerged gracefully from the shadows, a slight smile on her face.

"Hmm... Ugh, the office is so boring, and there's nothing to do. Can't I go down the mountain for a walk?"

Nero's eyes darted around, then his face tightened, he put his hands on his hips and straightened up, putting on a somewhat dignified look.

Do I need to bring these for a walk?

Brunhilde's gaze swept over Nero's bulging bundle on his shoulder and the crimson curved greatsword in his hand, her expression mocking.

"Uh, for self-defense?"

"I think you just want to sneak off to Greece."

"No way!"

"I advise you not to waste your energy. The entire Palatine Hill outpost is now under the control of Amazon Warrior. With your 'sisters' around, you won't be able to get past Rome or Palatine Hill, let alone me."

With a light laugh and a word of advice, a fair and delicate hand lifted Nero by the back of his collar, carrying the Rose Emperor, and headed toward the Hall of State Affairs.

"Your His Majesty the Emperor, you should stay in the palace."

"How boring! You have to manage everything in the palace. You can't do anything about important matters, and the trivial matters are too boring. I don't want to be a mascot on the throne!"

"That's because the war just ended, and you insisted on building a grand theater, adding more festivals and celebrations, and even organizing concerts and other events at your own expense. You've made a complete mess of things. Your Majesty, you should just stay in the State Affairs Office and keep to yourself. The overall situation still needs your help to stabilize it."

"I don't want to! Don't think I don't know. The Persian Empire has been defeated, Attila has retreated, and Egypt has rebelled. The three crises have been resolved. What's left are just trivial matters that need to be rebuilt. With the provincial system, the Pantheon, and several other emperors supporting us, what does it matter whether I'm here or not?"

Nero's little head shook wildly like a rattle-drum, his attitude resolute. His emerald eyes sparkled brightly, and he danced in mid-air like a lyrical poet.

"Greece is wonderful! Now everyone with a name has gone to Greece to join the fun. It has become the focus of the stage. I have a feeling that a magnificent epic is about to begin! How can a genius like the flower of Rome miss such a grand performance!"

"No matter how good it is, it's not for you. Your task is to stay in the palace and stabilize the situation in Rome. Don't even think about running away."

"Rejected! I am the Emperor, and I possess special privileges. I order you to relinquish your authority. No one can stop a courtier's determination to take the stage!"

"Return the Imperial Privilege? Return the determination? Sorry, I'm not under your jurisdiction. His Highness Samael has already ordered me to keep an eye on you."

Brunhilde tapped the troublemaker's head impatiently, the crisp echo reverberating through the courtyard, while the dimly lit office was already right in front of her.

Suddenly, the supple and dense aether trembled, and Nero, who was held in the Valkyrie's hand, broke free from the seal of the runes like a slippery eel and landed lightly.

"You actually..."

"Wow, impressive, right! Don't underestimate me! To escape your clutches, I've trained extensively in the Pantheon and even received blessings from Mars, God of War Goddess of Beauty, and Venus, the goddess of beauty!"

Having succeeded in his move, Nero smirked with delight. His strong desire to show off prevented the Rose Emperor from immediately fleeing. Instead, he proudly flaunted his achievement to Brunhilde.

As the crimson curved sword plunged into the ground, Latin script burned and lit up like fire, and an ever-changing Sorcery Array rose and circulated beneath Nero's feet and above his head.

In an instant, a gigantic metallic phantom, possessing both elegance and ferocity, emerged from behind the Rose Emperor, featuring pink wings and a crimson body.

As Nero raised her sword, the metallic phantoms behind her moved in unison with a strange tremor.

Pink and crimson light patterns vibrated outwards, and a decadent melody mingled with the chilling clang of metal, washing over Brunhilde's soul.

It was actually—Kamui!

The Valkyrie gazed at the tiny figure enveloped in layers of light and shadow, her pupils contracting sharply.

"Heh heh, behold, this is the blessing of Venus! This is the power of Mars! I am the darling of Rome, the absolute genius of this land! You cannot stop me from stepping onto the dazzling stage!"

Nero pointed his sword forward, becoming increasingly smug.

Puff...

However, before the Rose Emperor could show off for long, the metallic phantom behind her twisted and shattered, disintegrating in the blink of an eye.

She forgot that she hadn't mastered this thing called True Body Machine God yet; it not only consumed a lot of energy but also required an extremely high cadence.

Was that a disconnection?

Nero's hand froze, and her small face became expressionless.

Oh, it turns out to be just a heavily restricted semi-finished product.

Brunhilde felt a sense of relief, but to avoid any unforeseen complications, she immediately put on a stern face, stepped forward, and reached out, ready to arrest this little girl who always managed to cause trouble in new ways.

"Wait! I have something to say!"

"Your His Majesty the Emperor, give up. It's pointless to say anything now."

"Your Highness! My teacher, Samael, also set off for Greece a few days ago! You're worried about his safety, aren't you? We can go find him together!"

Nero's eyes darted around, and he immediately stared at Brunhilde in front of him, his little face full of "sincerity".

Brunhilde's outstretched fingers froze in mid-air. She gently bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, her eyes flickering several times before finally dimming.

"... My orders were to keep an eye on you..."

"It's alright! Think about it, if I go with you, I'll be under your supervision and I promise not to cause trouble, then the problem will be solved, right?"

Nero noticed the subtle change in the Valkyrie's expression, immediately widened his pure eyes, made a solemn promise, and then dropped a bombshell, making alarmist claims.

"Based on the Amazon Queen's few words and the recent news from the teacher's conversation with Yu, Yu can conclude that he is injured, and likely seriously so..."

At this point, the Rose Emperor pursed her cherry lips, her face filled with grief and indignation, her eyes burning as she looked at Brunhilde, her tone impassioned and passionate.

"Think about it, your dear prince, my respected teacher, is likely in danger! Can you bear to let him face a powerful enemy alone? Can you bear to abandon him for a mere order?!"

"Smack!"

In an instant, Nero, who was gesticulating wildly as he gave his speech, was lifted up again.

Tch, boring...

The Rose Emperor, its feet off the ground, slumped its head in dejection, utterly defeated.

"Come with me! We'll ride the Silver Winged Pegasus; it'll be faster and easier to cross the Sea of Chaos!"

Brunhilde's face was tense, her expression cold and solemn. As she muttered to herself, her figure swept across the courtyard like the wind and swiftly headed towards the stables.

Woohoo, I've succeeded! I really am a genius at public speaking!

Nero, his confidence soaring, beamed with joy, full of ambition and anticipation for his upcoming trip to Greece.

As a streak of silver light swept across the sky above Rome, the red-haired Queen, standing before the Pantheon, frowned deeply.

After a moment, Hippolyta covered her lower abdomen with her left hand, raised her right arm, and turned her head to murmur softly.

"Penthesilea, select 1,000 of your most elite men to follow behind them, sail across the sea to Greece. Leave Rome to me..."

In the darkness, rustling sounds came from the silver-haired female warrior carrying a chain hammer. Her eyes blazed with intense fighting spirit. She nodded excitedly and went to carry out her orders.