Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 102 - 102 8 Cleaning the Battlefield

102: Chapter 8 Cleaning the Battlefield 102: Chapter 8 Cleaning the Battlefield A rcenary just blew up a Power Armor Knight head-on, what exactly is that concept?

It’s probably like a three-year-old in kindergarten blowing up a thirty-year-old muscular hunk.

In fact, the enhancents that Power Armor brings to a Knight far exceed the gap between a muscular hunk and a three-year-old.

A three-year-old child coming at you with a knife could still score your leg.

But swing a sledgehamr at a Power Armor Knight standing right here, and the hamr will shatter before leaving a mark on the armor.

Designed as military technology, Power Armor was originally intended to replace tanks and other chanical vehicles, with its most basic function being bulletproof.

Unless you use a specialized anti-materiel sniper rifle, ordinary firearms can’t penetrate it.

Not to ntion swords.

To break Power Armor with cold weapons, you’d need at least Level 8 physical power.

Considering the last rise of the Magic Tide was at the end of the Fifth Epoch, and the Magic Tide level has remained at the valley bottom standard of Level 5 for several hundreds of years,

thus, Power Armor Knights in this era are like electricity, light, the stuff of legends on the battlefield, the SuperStar of every soldier, rcenary, and adventurer.

Now a SuperStar has been blown up head-on by a rcenary…

so much so that everyone present, be they the Night Watch Knights or the rcenary girls, had no idea what kind of expression to face this fact with.

Looking at the Black Knight slumped on the ground, completely succumbed to death, everyone’s expression was numb, indifferent, crashed.

“Ha, hahaha…” Knight Lorent’s eyes twitched as he let out an awkward chuckle, “Maybe this Black Knight was wearing a fake set of Power Armor, huh.”

He stepped forward and kicked the Black Knight’s Power Armor, emitting a clear sound of steel clashing.

The Power Armor was real.

Now there was really no fooling anyone.

Knight Captain Hasimodo ca to his senses and sighed helplessly.

This ti, even without being offered a way out, he could no longer feign ignorance.

The Night Watchman could be dismissive towards low-level rcenaries, but when faced with sword masters who were top-tier even on a global scale, proper relations and networking were a must.

When the ti ca to handle major Undead Spirit mutants that gave even the headquarters a headache, they would have to call on these Sword Masters for help.

So, as the Knight Captain of the Night Watch Knight’s Morning Star Team 3, Hasimodo had an obligation to ally with the other party, or at least not to leave them completely in the cold as before.

He had to start by improving the relationship.

Striving to relax his strained face, Knight Captain Hasimodo turned his head with difficulty and said with a forced smile,

“Such astounding combat skills.

Who would have thought that your rcenary Group had such hidden dragons and crouching tigers…”

His words stopped abruptly because the rcenary girls were also standing there dumbfounded, their faces a uniform expression of incredible shock.

“Wait a second, why do you all look so scared too…” Hasimodo weakly asked.

The girls looked at each other, unsure of what to say, their minds blank.

Yes, everyone originally thought Aske was a very formidable person, but they hadn’t expected his true skill level to be so fierce that he was not even human…

From today on, he was a god, a top-tier deity, an existence that others could only look up to from below.

A proper Power Armor Knight, with a ton of output power, able to accelerate to 10 ters per second, covered in 360-degree military-grade steel armor, and an Undead Spirit with no emotions and unerring reason.

And you blew it up head-on with just a few cold weapons…

Are you even human?

You must be possessed by the War God!

Even novels wouldn’t dare write like this!

“Nora.” After considerable effort, Aske finally pried open the Black Knight’s Power Armor to reveal the exoskeleton underneath, the hydraulic connectors, and circuit boards, “Co and take a look at this.”

“Ah?

Oh!” Nora suddenly rembered she was a Military Nun.

Besides healing skills, chanical repair was also her expertise, so she hurried over.

“Um, what do you need to do?” she stamred, “Fix this Power Armor, is that it?”

“I just called you over to familiarize yourself with the internal structure of the Power Armor,” Aske said helplessly, “What’s with this respectful title all of a sudden?

Since when did you start calling ‘you’ in such a formal manner?”

“It just seed rude sohow to call you by your na…” Nora said, embarrassed.

“It’s fine.” Aske sighed, “Just call ‘you’, or you can use my na.”

Well…

Nora’s face showed her dilemma, but eventually, she nodded.

Aske stood up and gestured for dea to co over.

“Do you have instructions for , Squad Leader?” dea asked with a slight bow, a smile on her face.

“From now on, every ti you say ‘you’ in a formal manner, you will add a lap to the next day’s morning run,” Aske said expressionlessly.

“Oh no, I was just joking,” dea said, her face paling as she hurriedly laughed it off.

The so-called morning run ant running a lap around the edge of Fire Island, and that’s no re kiloter or two.

“What’s the matter with all of you?” Aske frowned and asked, “Suddenly you’re all exceedingly respectful.

Playing a maid PLAY or sothing?”