Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?
Chapter 235 - 33: Defeating the BOSS

Chapter 235: Chapter 33: Defeating the BOSS

"How did you find out this time?" Surrounded by astonished swordsmen drawing their swords, "Hans" bizarrely revealed a smile, "I was confident, my disguise didn’t have any flaws."

"Your exit direction was wrong," Aske said. "After we entered the hall, Hans was guarding the passage we came in through. How could you have come out of the opposite passage?"

"I see," "Hans" said, "I’m curious, are you constantly remembering the positions of your companions? Can human vigilance truly reach such a terrifying level? Or are you perhaps the special one?"

"Since you can read my memories, you should know I’ve received professional training," Aske said indifferently, "This level of deception is useless on me."

"I see, truly worthy of being the man ’she’ has her eye on, Aske." "Hans" once again showed a twisted smile, his face gradually becoming blurred — underneath the visage that seemed like Hans’s, countless tentacles became visible, as if a mass of octopuses had been stuffed into this skin.

"She?"

"So, Medea..." The monster slowly turned its head towards Medea, "haven’t you told him yet? About our split?"

"Who are you? You are..." Medea forced herself to remain calm, her voice trembling slightly.

"I am Medusa, the mind body stripped from you," the monster’s face clarified again, revealing an extremely wicked, arrogant, and manic smiling face.

A face completely identical to Medea’s.

"...I am your dark side, your pain and regret, the past you cannot escape, part of your personality." Medusa split her mouth into a grotesque laugh, "I am you!"

"No, you are not," Medea stepped back, grabbing Aske’s arm, "Aske..."

Her voice arose in the hearts of Aske and Nora, "She is another personality of mine, part of Medusa. When we were teleported here, she was stripped from my mind body and fell into the mutants’ hands."

"We need to kill her as soon as possible because she inherited from me the ability to communicate with Purgatory; as long as there are painful emotions around, she will..."

"...become stronger and stronger." Medusa’s voice also echoed, taunting and eerie, "Miss me?"

"All swordsmen, immediately leave this hall!" Aske suddenly commanded loudly.

The swordsmen hesitated for a moment, then quickly exited the hall. Although they did not understand why, the Chief had already established enough authority on this journey to make them believe and suspect that this monster was not something they could handle.

Or rather, staying here would become a kind of burden.

The air gradually grew scorching, the room temperature was rapidly rising, and Medusa stood in front, smiling as she watched the swordsmen file out. Her figure seemed to start twisting — more precisely, the heated air was twisting the light around her.

"Still the same softhearted fool, want to save these swordsmen?" she laughed softly, "But who will save you, Aske?"

"No need," Aske stepped forward with his sword, "Killing you will be the end of it."

"Then, shall we?" Medusa licked her lips.

Aske’s figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

"Ilanian Instant Step," Medusa sneered, "figured."

A fierce wave of flames burst around her, shooting out 360 degrees with no blind spots, scorching Aske from every direction he might attack.

However, as the flames swept like a tide, a certain area abruptly dispersed oddly, Medusa’s pupils contracted sharply, and through the dissipating flames, she finally saw Medea standing outside, her delicate fingers flicking toward her.

Flame manipulation.

As a Flame Sequence ability, it not only allowed for the control of one’s own flames but also those of other Transcendents, and even the Natural Fire of non-extraordinary powers.

Realizing this, Medusa inwardly cursed, her body already being sent flying in agonizing pain.

Medea had controlled and extinguished that area of flames, of course, to allow Aske to use Instant Step to break through. And he was so fast that just as Medusa began to predict his attack through Mind Reading, her body was already sent flying by the slash.

The longsword fell, silver light flashed, and what floated away was the Flame Flow. Medusa had activated Flame V, the highest technique of the Flame Sequence: Elementalization, transforming the tangible flesh into intangible flames, greatly reducing physical damage.

"How do you like that!" she cackled within the burning Flame Flow, "Did you think I wasn’t aware of this body’s weaknesses? Focused on the spiritual sequence, high offense but frail, a boss that should be quickly taken down with position and killer attacks... You were the one who taught me that knowledge! Did it surprise you that I was already prepared?"

"Elementalization is not invincible," Aske’s voice echoed around, "Naive."

"Then try to break it," Medusa was still enduring endless swordsmanship strikes, screaming in piercing pain as her voice became sharp and shrill due to the Flame Flow.

"Okay." Aske said curtly, making Medusa feel a sudden sense of foreboding.

However, she no longer had time to think about it, for Aske’s figure had already flashed beneath her, longsword returning to its scabbard, his hand gripping the sword hilt in a reverse grip as he crouched.

There it is! Medusa, in mid-air, extended her right hand towards him, her palm gathering a compressed high-temperature heat flow.

Flame Burst!

The accumulated heat sources hadn’t even been fired off when they suddenly exploded in her hand—with the violent explosion came the scattering of her right hand’s fingers into flames and the intimidating shine of a sword light striking her face.

Sword Drawing Slash. Tiger.

The intense sword light cleaved through the skull, leaving flames in its wake.

If it were not for Elementalization, she would have long been dead beyond a doubt, yet Elementalization knew no fear from physical damage—Medusa, still in the midst of burning flames, was about to sneer when she saw that Aske had already sprung up, sword in hand.

Ascending Slash.

The blade slashed through her waist again, transforming into a large swath of flames. Medusa suddenly realized with a jolt of terror that the speed at which the flame at her waist closed up had slowed.

Can he disrupt my Flame Ability? No, it should be...

"It’s consecutive strikes, you idiot," Aske’s voice rang out at last as his form twisted and spun in the air.

Tornado Slash!

With the strong winds created by the rapid strikes preventing her fiery body from reconstituting, rapidly exhausting my Spirituality... As Medusa, with her waist flames cleaved open by the successive strikes, felt her body swiftly weaken, a certain realization dawned on her.

Then, what surged forth was endless irritation... Idiot? Who are you calling?

"Although I’m just her clone," the fiery Medusa suddenly condensed into a solid form, and at the moment Aske’s blade pierced her abdomen, she embraced him like a flash of lightning.

"Don’t use the moves you tried on her, on me!"

She screamed with all her might, her fair skin instantly turning a frightening gold-red hue.

Then she was sliced open by a sweep of sword light, causing a violent explosion mid-air.

Medea and Nora hurried into the smoke, only to see Aske lying on his back on the ground, his body and face covered with charred marks.

"Aske!"

"I’m okay." Aske started coughing, "She almost let off a big self-destruct, cough, cough, cough... Heal me."

"Before I heal you, I have a question." Nora walked over with a stern face, pointing an X-ray gun at his chest, her expression emotionless as she asked, "Why did she tell you not to flirt with her?"

"How should I know?!" Aske said, irritated.

"What did you say to her?" Medea also crouched down, placing her hand on his throat as if checking his pulse.

Or as if she wanted to choke him.

"Can you heal me first?" Aske said weakly.

"I see." Medea, having completed her mind reading, stood up and said to Nora, "Aske called her ’idiot.’"

"Idiot?" Nora momentarily startled, then made an odd expression, seemingly on the verge of saying something but holding back.

"So calling her an idiot is flirting?" Aske rolled his eyes, "Medea, I really don’t understand what you’re thinking."

Medea silently crossed her arms, while Nora silently pulled the trigger, bathing him in the healing light beam to erase the charred marks on his body, then said softly:

"Aske, don’t call anyone an idiot again."

"Because ’idiot’ is a term of endearment, and you can’t use it on other women," Medea added, "Not even a fragment of my alter ego’s personality."

Aske: ????