Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?
Chapter 137 - 41: Attacking the Camp

Chapter 137: Chapter 41: Attacking the Camp

Aske and the others rushed out of the tunnel.

"This is..." Everyone was horrified to see a charred body lying in the middle of the road.

Its surface had completely turned waxy, maintaining a position of kneeling and curling up as if it had suffered immense pain before death.

The air was filled with a foul smell, making the girls involuntarily pinch their noses. Eleanor stared at the body, her lips turning slightly pale.

"Cough." Aske knew he couldn’t remain silent any longer, otherwise Medea would be treated as a monster when she returned.

He briefly explained Medea’s situation, immediately diverting the girls’ attention away from the body.

"Dual personality?" Nora exclaimed in shock, "And a negative personality created from the contamination by the Purgatory Will? It draws strength from pain?"

She was secretly amazed, thinking it was incredible that such a thing could happen, and felt pity for Miss Medea.

"Is there a way to eliminate her negative personality?" Eleanor asked in a grave tone.

"If there were a high sequence of mind power, perhaps," Aske replied, "but for Medea, the simplest solution would undoubtedly be for her to first try to merge the primary and secondary personalities and then use her will to suppress those evil desires."

Eleanor furrowed her brows in distress. From her perspective, unquestionably, the sins of the secondary personality should not be blamed on Medea’s primary personality.

However, there was no way to get rid of the secondary personality in a short time. After all, the two personalities shared the same body, which was very troubling.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Sigrdrifa looked at the nearly burnt body and said, "Discussing this further now is meaningless. We’d better hurry and find Medea, or else she might burn down the whole town soon."

Everyone immediately shivered, realizing that burning a town occupied by Crusaders was not a big deal.

But the Spartans were planning to attack the town below the mountain!

If they clashed and Medea indiscriminately threw fireballs at the friendly forces, the consequences would be severe.

As Aske and others left the tunnel, Medusa had already arrived at the foot of the mountain in Olympia Town.

The ground was littered with discarded bicycles, luggage, and bodies, clearly indicating that many residents had fled to the mountain before the Crusaders’ attack.

By now, the Crusaders had erected a simple barricade made of wooden stakes and iron sheets around the outskirts of the town, seemingly intending to turn it into a temporary siege base.

A knight follower guarding nearby saw the beautiful redhead approaching.

He didn’t immediately sound the alarm because the beauty’s demeanor was too natural, showing no fear of the military and wearing a peculiar smile on her face.

Probably a general’s mistress? The knight follower thought to himself and approached with his long spear.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

"I’m looking for someone inside. The Crusaders, right?" Medusa replied with a coy laugh.

"Of course, they are all Crusaders," the knight follower guessed that the other might be a prostitute, and grinned cheekily, "I’m a Crusader too. What, looking for some fun?"

"How did you know?" Medusa laughed, covering her mouth, while pressing her delicate hand against his chest.

"Of course, I think you’re just like..." the words of the knight follower were swallowed up by the rising flames.

He tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound, because Miss Banshee, with her precise control over the flames, burned his vocal cords in the first instance without harming his spinal nerves.

An overwhelming amount of pain signals that exceeded human normal tolerance crazily surged into his brain.

His brain tried to lose consciousness, but Miss Banshee, through her Mind Power, manipulated his consciousness to remain awake while amplifying his desire to survive.

Just a few seconds later, the knight follower died from the burning flames and the torment of pain.

"Oh dear, so you couldn’t handle even this?" Miss Banshee stared at the body on the ground, shook her head in disappointment, and then stepped over it towards the stronghold.

A moment later, a huge mushroom cloud suddenly erupted from inside the stronghold, the dust almost reaching ten meters into the air.

"That’s the Devil! God above, send her back to Hell!" Crusader Knights in Power Armor, carrying various firearms confiscated from Constantinople, started shooting frantically at Miss Banshee.

She had already rolled a few times and dashed into an alley behind the buildings.

"Aske’s training is quite useful, isn’t it? At least you’re not as powerless as you were before, Medea." She said to herself with a smile.

"Hmm, sharing the name ’Medea’ sometimes makes me unsure if I’m talking to you or just talking to myself."

"How about I call myself Medusa? Aske calls me ’Miss Banshee’ in his mind, so I might as well use the name of a snake-haired banshee~ It sounds similar to your alias ’Medea’ anyway."

Saying so, Medusa threw a ball of flames behind her.

A brave follower rushed into the alley from around the corner, and just as he appeared, he was hit directly by the flames, instantly turning into a fiercely burning torch, rolling on the ground in agony.

Other followers, grabbing fire extinguishers from a nearby shop, sprayed them on the unfortunate follower.

However, the "Flame Ability" flames, fundamentally a mass of high-temperature energy, wouldn’t be extinguished by rolling, batting, or spraying with fire extinguishers.

Eventually, the follower died in extreme agony, the flames still burning on his body, as if they would never go out.

When the news of the invader reached the command center of the Crusaders, Bernifax, King of Thessalonica, set down the fork holding roasted pork.

"Isn’t this Flame Ability a bit too powerful?" He expressed his doubt, "Even fire extinguishers can’t extinguish it?"

"The essence of the Flame Ability is likely some kind of Magic Technique that generates high temperatures," replied Alfred, the new Court Strategic Advisor of Thessalonica, "Upon leaving the Caster’s body, the Magic Technique rapidly cools down until the flames extinguish."

"A regular Flame I Ability can sustain flames for less than a second. As your subordinates have described, flames that persist for tens of seconds and refuse to die out must be Level III or IV at least."

"Considering the current Magic Tide Level Limit is only Lv.5, this intruder must be an assassin trained by Olympia, who, in exchange for powerful High Sequence flame capabilities, has forsaken the safety of subsequent upgrades."

"Is there any way to deal with her?" Bernifax asked in a deep voice.

"In the Holy Solomon Empire’s Diocese, to counter these Flame Wizards, Temple Knights would don specially made Power Armor coated with a heat and erosion-resistant layer," Alfred expounded, "The town’s fire department should have corresponding fireproof gear. Although not as effective as the specially made armor, it can withstand some degree of flame aggression."

"Additionally, deploying a Sniper to strike from a distance and take down this wizard is also a cost-effective method."

"Then let’s proceed with the two methods you mentioned," Bernifax waved his hand.