In the center of the magic circle, the girl in red stood leaning on her sword, gazing down upon the boy before her with an air of utter disdain, a monarch’s aura erupting from her: "You, are you my accompanist?" "..." Though he already knew her identity, Lin Luo had absolutely not expected to summon this particular person; he was somewhat lost in thought... a Tyrant. "We live under the rule of a Tyrant." If one were to summarize the life of this Heroic Spirit before him, that single sentence would likely be the most fitting description, at least ninety-nine percent of her subjects under her reign would have agreed with it then.

Yet, looking at her this closely, Lin Luo felt that being ruled by her might not be so bad; at worst, he’d spend his days **... wait, no, no, I’m definitely not one of the MM crowd. A beautiful and exquisite face, golden, elegant coiled hair, tied at the roots with a red ribbon, and a small tuft of hair, resembling an ahoge, standing straight up on her head...

judging by this part alone, she was undoubtedly the Saber, Artoria, most familiar to Lin Luo. But— If he let his gaze drift downward, he would discover that this Heroic Spirit was definitely not Artoria. At least, Artoria wouldn't possess such a majestically imposing bosom...

34D, perhaps 35E? Based on Lin Luo’s estimation skills, he leaned toward the latter being closer; how should he put it... large territory, large heart.

This Saber-class Heroic Spirit, while sharing the same class as Artoria, was utterly different. Her true form was the historically famous ancient Roman tyrant, Nero, full name Nero Claudius Drusus Germanicus... what a long name that was.

In terms of history, this tyrant even predated King Arthur. Honestly, Lin Luo didn't know much about her, as this tyrant wasn't widely circulated—perhaps due to malicious defamation. So, aside from some generally known information and basic settings, Lin Luo's knowledge was limited, certainly not as familiar as Artoria’s.

However, one thing was undeniable: her strength. Placing her in the top five among all Heroic Spirits was certainly no issue. A major reason she could qualify for the strongest class, SABER, wasn't due to her Noble Phantasm, but rather a certain inherent BUG skill she possessed, preliminarily identifiable as skills resembling Golden Rule, Battle Continuation, and Instinct, making her quite versatile.

Therefore, Lin Luo was rather looking forward to this Red SABER... provided she could behave herself. "SABER, well...

since you’re here, let’s start with introductions. I am Lin Luo, your MASTER. You can think of it as accompanist if you wish; regardless, we are comrades who will fight together from now on." Lin Luo stood up from the ground, dusting himself off...

Although he had been physically drained from using up all his magic earlier, the advantage of having many jewels was that he could replenish mana at any time. Crushing a B-rank jewel had restored him to nearly his full magical capacity. "MASTER?

Is that different from an accompanist?" the Red SABER asked, a hint of confusion in her tone. "Well..." Lin Luo pondered for a moment, eventually offering a brief explanation. Upon hearing it, the Red SABER’s face filled with disappointment and scorn.

"Hmph, utterly lacking in artistry." "Ah... forget it." Of course, despite her disdain, she possessed the basic self-awareness of a Heroic Spirit. Thus, she did not refuse Lin Luo's proposal of fighting together; instead, she accepted it magnanimously.

She immediately placed her hands on her hips, chest thrust forward—making the already formidable weapons even more imposing—confidence MAX, gazing fearlessly forward, she declared loudly, "Rest assured, I am the Ruler of Rome, the King of the World, the Emperor who governs the heavens! As long as I am here, victory shall be ours!" As she spoke, she nodded repeatedly, seemingly affirming her own identity. "..." Lin Luo was speechless.

Truly worthy of being the Roman Tyrant; such supreme self-confidence, arrogance, and narcissism were rarely matched. But then again, that tone of looking down on everyone, that posture of surveying the world, that aura of supreme self-importance... utterly disregarding any opponent.

How strikingly similar this was to the White SABER from back then! Thinking of this, Lin Luo suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for White SABER... was this being greedy, looking at what he had while thinking of what he could have?

Right, ignore that thought for now. With Red SABER present, Lin Luo’s confidence surged instantly. The strongest Heroic Spirit was secured; there was nothing to worry about.

Unless facing a super-freak like the Mercury Spider, few existences could withstand Red SABER. Beside them, seeing Red SABER's imposing entrance, Xiao Qi couldn't help but look astonished. Although she had heard before that some Magicians could summon deceased ancient heroes in a familiar-like manner, this was the first time she had witnessed such an event up close, and her mind was filled with curiosity.

Moreover, what shocked her even more was that this 'Red One' before her was absolutely incomparable to ordinary familiars. From the powerful aura radiating off her and the explosive potential hidden within her body, even among the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, she could rank in the top ten. And the Ruler of Rome, the King of the World...

could it be that legendary ancient tyrant? How powerful! How majestic!

A mere low-ranking Magician managing to summon an 'Ancestor-level' hero was simply unbelievable! Xiao Qi’s gaze shifted from Red SABER to Lin Luo, then back from Lin Luo to Red SABER, repeatedly examining them, her eyes shining with an unreadable brilliance, wondering what she was thinking. Of course, not everyone was delighted or surprised.

At least, the disappointment in Lei’s eyes was far greater than her excitement. For her, strength was not the primary concern; cuteness was paramount, and Red SABER was clearly not as cute as Little SABER. Especially...

while everyone’s attention was on Red SABER, Lei gently pressed her own chest, her expression showing a hint of resentment. "Then, MASTER, where are our enemies? Come, let this King's sword clear the path for you toward the highest road of art!" With these impassioned words, the Red SABER, Nero, raised the great crimson sword in her hand high...

though calling this weapon a 'sword' might be an overstatement for our Tyrant Majesty. The entire blade was curved and oddly shaped, the edge pitted and chaotic. It resembled a sword three parts of the way and a blade seven parts of the way, completely falling outside the scope of the Eighteen Martial Arts.

It could probably be classified as the nineteenth weapon. However, for Her Majesty Nero, this was her most beloved weapon, as it was her personally manufactured, enhanced version based on the style of ancient Roman short swords. Fornax Ferrum—that was the name of this weapon, also known as Ignis Origo, the Primal Fire.

The characters engraved on the blade represented Heaven and Hell. In Nero's own words, a great artist required a unique characteristic, and only this Primal Fire was worthy of her path of art. Well, putting aside art and weaponry for a moment, seeing Red SABER so full of high spirits, although Lin Luo felt a bit speechless, he was also infected by her excitement and felt full of confidence.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a subtle change in his expression... he felt an extremely terrifying aura of death rapidly approaching them. The Vengeful Knight of the Dead Apostles—Anshas.

Without a doubt, within this shared area, aside from this Eighteenth Ancestor, no one else could emanate such a terrifying presence. He arrived faster than anticipated, but... "Hmm." If Lin Luo could sense it, then the great Tyrant Majesty certainly couldn't miss it.

After a slight surprise, her face instantly revealed a surging fighting spirit. "MASTER, is that individual our enemy?" Nero turned her gaze toward the direction on her right. There, she could feel a powerful and terrifying presence drawing near...

very strong—a good opponent for a first engagement. "Yes." Lin Luo nodded gravely. Although having Red SABER as backup greatly boosted his confidence, he would never treat an Ancestor lightly.

"SABER, may I entrust that person to you?" Nero did not hesitate, lifting her head: "MASTER, command me." "Then I leave it to you, SABER." The instant Lin Luo finished speaking, he heard a sharp "YES" beside his ear, and then he saw Nero dash out like a whirlwind, her speed as fast as lightning, leaving behind streaks of red afterimages as she covered hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. Simultaneously, the three people remaining on the spot could see that several hundred meters directly ahead of Nero, a figure cloaked in red and black was rushing toward her at a speed no less imposing—it was indeed the Vengeful Rider, Anshas. Truly worthy of being one of the Dead Apostles with the best mobility among the Ancestors.

Although they entered this shared area a step later than the Executors of the Holy Church, they still managed to overtake them and find Lin Luo's group first. A distance of several hundred meters was merely an instant for both Nero and Anshas. The two were about to clash...

Nero clearly knew the opponent was her enemy, and while Anshas didn't know the identity of the attacker, he clearly felt the hostility emanating from her, so he too acted without hesitation. Almost at the instant of their collision, both moved... Nero swung her weapon, Primal Fire, and Anshas drew his own sword, Avenger, from his back.

The next moment... Clang... Boom!

The two swords met, immediately producing the sound of clashing metal, but this sound was instantly drowned out by an even greater roar, like a tidal wave. An invisible shockwave radiated outward from the two as the epicenter... in that moment, sand and stones flew, and the wind howled.

The two held their swords, locked against each other. "Who are you?" Anshas, whose temper was not good, immediately questioned in a deep voice, barely concealing his anger after being attacked so suddenly. "Hahahaha!

You commoner!" Nero burst into laughter, completely unconcerned about her identity being known, her presence vast and imposing. "I am the Ruler of Rome, the King of the World! Come, let us properly witness the strength of this King!"