Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?
Chapter 110 - 14 Meteor Fire Rain

Chapter 110: Chapter 14 Meteor Fire Rain

Peggy opened her eyes again.

The ground... was shaking?

"You’re awake," a male voice sounded from behind her.

Peggy sat up from the ground and realized she was inside a vehicle.

Through the open hatch, she could see mountains and valleys in the distance.

Was she... in the skies?

"What, haven’t seen a military helicopter before?" the male voice chuckled.

"Who are you?" Peggy lifted her gaze and saw the source of the voice, a young man sitting in the back row of the aircraft.

He was wearing power armor but without a helmet, revealing a pair of clear eyes.

"Impudent!" a knight beside him immediately scolded, "You must not be rude to His Highness!"

"It’s alright, Seleucus," the young man said gently, "After all, she has just woken up from unconsciousness and doesn’t recognize me."

"My name is Alexander, Prince of the Macedonia Kingdom." His tone was casual, as if saying "I’m just a worker," "Currently, I’m helping my father suppress a rebellion in the south."

He sighed and continued, "Yes, we are currently engaged in military operations. And you, you appeared suddenly inside my aircraft."

Peggy remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "I don’t know why I ended up here either."

"Do you think we would believe your nonsense?" the knight Seleucus sneered, "Your Highness, she must be an assassin sent by Thebes..."

"If Thebes had the capacity to send someone to appear suddenly on my aircraft," Alexander said, "then the person must at least be of level 10 or higher, specialized in single combat-type bloodlines, like a Sparta weapon master."

"What use is dispatching a level 2 Vampire? To mock me? At least equip her with a suicide vest. Thebes people aren’t that immature."

"As for you, young lady," Alexander lowered his head and looked at her, "Although I believe you are harmless, since it is a time of war, I must impose some restrictions on your personal freedom."

He spoke amiably, and Peggy suddenly found that her body seemed no longer hers.

Her spirituality was bound, all extraordinary abilities were unusable. Her limbs wouldn’t obey her, and she walked like a puppet to the rear of the cabin and sat down at a certain spot.

Beside her sat a woman in an Athenian-style robe, who smiled at her kindly and with slight apology.

After about a few minutes, the helicopter suddenly began to shake violently.

"Your Highness..." the knight Seleucus was about to speak, but his gaze shifted to Peggy sitting at the back and he stopped mid-sentence.

"Go ahead," Alexander raised his hand, "She is safe for now."

The robed woman chuckled softly and said, "Surely, knight, you don’t doubt my abilities, do you?"

"That’s not what I meant," the knight Seleucus pointed at the radar screen inside the cabin and spoke seriously, "Look, the Sirius forces have fallen into the trap just as you predicted, Your Highness. It’s our turn to take action now."

"Let’s wait," Alexander said steadily, "According to calculations, in about fifteen more minutes, their right-wing knight corps will be completely detached from the left-wing anti-air defenses, only then will it be the moment to strike."

"Your Highness, being too outstanding on the battlefield is not a good thing for you," the knight Seleucus advised tactfully.

The cabin fell silent.

Peggy listened, confused, but Alexander understood the implicit meaning in Seleucus’s words.

The fact was that his relationship with his father—King Philip of Macedonia—was not very harmonious, and showing too high military brilliance might make his father even more wary.

The knight Seleucus was advising him to conceal his abilities.

"That’s not necessary," Alexander remained silent for a while, shaking his head, "If the cost of concealing my talents is the needless sacrifice of more of my subordinates, then I’d rather not be this left-wing commander."

The people in the cabin fell silent, and Peggy glanced around to see the woman next to her in the Athenian robe, helplessly holding her forehead and sighing.

Prince Alexander has many virtues; he’s consistently kind to friends and subordinates, always polite to women (this alone puts him above most Macedonian nobles).

His only flaw is his pride.

Of course, with his background and talent, he certainly has the capital to be proud. However, because of temperament issues, falling out with King Philip might not be a wise move.

Everyone stared at the radar screen, where red and blue dots representing enemy and friendly forces tangled together.

As visible on the screen, King Philip ordered the right wing to retreat, thereby baiting the Thebes-led Sirius allied left wing to pursue.

Because they pursued too long, they had clearly separated from the right wing—the right-wing mechanized units were out of throbbing throw range.

Everything was as Prince Alexander had anticipated.

"Wing-friend forces, prepare for combat," Alexander stood up and spoke solemnly.

"Orders received!" In the cabin, as well as over the radio channels, various squad commanders quickly responded.

The helicopter formation began descending, passing through the cloud cover obscuring sight, and swiftly appeared above the battlefield.

The entangled Sirius allied left wing immediately showed signs of panic.

Before they could regain composure, Alexander had already reached the cabin door, extending his hands towards the positions below.

From the heavens above, streaks of intense heat traced across.

The Meteor Fire Rain, burning as it fell, covered the mechanized position of the allied left flank within seconds.

First came the massive shockwave, which exploded with shreds of machinery and fragments of flesh scattering in all directions, followed by a thunderous explosion that sent dust and smoke shooting up nearly several dozen meters high.

Only then did the low howl of the Meteor Fire Rain tearing through the sky arrive overhead, belatedly sounding almost like a mournful elegy for these mechanical vehicles.

At just 18 years old, Alexander had already become a High-Rank "Meteor Fire Rain" Arcane Mage, and with a single strike, he destroyed the allied left wing’s anti-air unit.

Then it was time for the "King’s Friends" Knights to make their entrance. They suddenly leaped from the helicopter formation, and as they were about to hit the ground, High-Rank Knight Ptolemy clenched his fist in mid-air.

Voidification.

As one of Alexander’s three High-Rank Commanders, Knight Ptolemy, a Transcendent of Undead Bloodline, possessed the ability to turn his physical body into a ghost.

The Power Armor thunderously hit the ground, the buffer joints releasing the wear on the armor itself, while Voidification temporarily immunized the knights from the damage caused by the impact of landing.

Following this heavenly tactful deployment, the landed knights quickly launched their attack, coordinating with the fire cover from the armed helicopters in the sky and swiftly completing the division, encirclement, and annihilation of the allied forces.

The overall situation was settled.

............

Aske carefully laid Peggy’s body on the ground.

Suddenly, Peggy’s body had softened, collapsing as if losing consciousness.

After a careful check with Spirituality, Aske found her physical body intact and her Spiritual Body completely normal, it was only her Mind Body...

The Mind Body was gone.

If Medea had been here, perhaps with her Mind Power she could have followed the trail to find some strange clues.

However, Aske, being a "Weapon Master" with a specialization in enhancing the physical body, had no clue about the realm of the mind.

This was going to be tricky.

As he pondered with furrowed brows, he suddenly noticed the surroundings growing darker.

As space overlapped with the Netherworld, the light here was already scarce, and now it had become pitch black.

Aske stood, hand on his longsword, holding his breath and staying focused, calmly waiting for the mutant to arrive.

Minutes later, two points of light appeared in front of him.

The lights grew closer and Aske could see they were two glowing eyes.

The newcomer was a corpse, of medium build, with glowing eyes, shriveled and wrinkled skin, and faint traces of drug decay; it approached silently and eerily.

"Who are you?" asked Aske.

The corpse didn’t answer, instead drawing the longsword from its waist, the phalanges scraping eerily across the hilt.

Aske keenly noticed its gaze was fixedly on Peggy.

"You can’t have her," Aske stated calmly, he lifted Peggy with his left hand while drawing his longsword with his right.

The corpse’s jaw moved slightly, uttering indecipherable sounds.

Then its longsword vibrated slightly, instantly creating three illusions, which charged from three different directions!

The left illusion sank its body and charged, the longsword trailing along its right side, ready to launch a waist-level slash.

The right illusion took a curved path, charging at a high speed as well, the longsword vaguely held by the waist, making its movements unpredictable.

The middle illusion leaped high, the longsword in its hand striking downward.

Earth Splitting Slash!

The longsword pierced the ground, immediately bursting an invisible shockwave from the center, with pebbles flying around like bullets.

Earth Splitting Slash? Aske realized.

This was the swordsmanship of the Meteor Sequence, integrating gravity manipulation into swordsmanship, the identity of the newcomer was hence clear.

It had to be Alexander’s own corpse.

Holding Peggy with one hand, he jumped on the spot, perfectly avoiding the ground-level shockwaves, while his right-handed longsword already slashing in the air towards the left illusion charging first.

At the moment of sword collision, Aske forcefully pressed down with his longsword, pinning the illusion’s sword on its shoulder. Using the momentum, he flipped directly behind it.

At the same time, the illusion charging from the right, hidden beneath the hilt of its sword, suddenly swung its left hand.

A stone.

In the Arcane School of the Second Epoch, among the Transcendents of the Meteor Sequence, the technique of making any small, readily available rock a powerful projectile by accelerating it with gravity was popular.

Aske’s aerial positional shift had already sidestepped this sneak-attack projectile while he flashed behind the illusion.

The illusion drew its sword and turned around, thrusting backward from the waist side.

Aske, as if anticipating this, spun again, avoiding the thrust as he swung his longsword, striking directly at the illusion’s neck, cleaving its entire body apart.

Illusion shattered 1.