Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 420 - 35: Captive

In the confined space of a room, the long spear had its advantages and its disadvantages.

The advantage was that the opponent had very limited space to maneuver, and the spearman could simply close his eyes and thrust forward to easily hit the target.

The disadvantage, however, was that once the opponent truly managed to maneuver, the less agile turning speed of the long spear would beco its burden.

The Lord of Filth was a bloodline extrely adept at maneuvering. This ti, the opponent did not choose to transform into filthy blood but instead turned into nurous bats rushing towards him.

Among these groups of more than twenty bats, only one was his real body. Even though Aske used his bizarre swordsmanship that could annihilate Spirituality and Silence abilities, if he stabbed a bat that was not the real body, it would only render it ineffective as ordinary flesh and could not affect the real body.

Aske stabbed continuously with his long spear, quickly bringing down most of the bats. The few remaining bats rushed behind him and transford back into the shape of a demigod, their hands suddenly turning into gigantic bone fists.

Boxing.

This straight punch, which was neither an Inch Force Cannon Fist nor a Stepping Punch, was rely based on the "Bloodline" ability—a pure display of strength advantage. It showed that this demigod completely relied on his abilities and had hardly trained his combat skills.

Of course, Aske would not be hit by such a straightforward punch. He switched his grip on the firearm, pointing the barrel forward, and the mont it collided with the montum of the punch, his body imdiately retreated backward.

The barrel was instantly destroyed by the powerful force of the opponent’s punch, breaking inch by inch. Aske switched to a battle axe in his left hand, slashing downwards towards the punch.

The slash incorporated the Heavy Sword Breaking Technique from Star Nine Forms, splitting the huge bone fist in half. Then, like a cloud flowing through water, he spun around, flung his hand, and threw the battle axe. It whizzed over the top of the opponent’s arm, heading straight for the demigod’s head.

The battle axe split the demigod’s head in two, a process so smooth it was almost unbelievable. However, the split-open head instantly transford into a gray, skeletal form, while the huge bone fist before Aske suddenly morphed back into the demigod’s body.

Organ transfer!

In a flash, the demigod had swapped his fist with the rest of his body, taking the axe strike with his fist while instantly switching places with the huge bone fist, completing a lightning-fast close-range move.

Then a strong kill!

Countless fleshy tendrils burst from his body, stabbing towards Aske like thunder, each tendril coated with Law Level digestive corrosive liquid that could lt tal and sever iron without difficulty.

At the sa ti, toxic gas emanated from his nostrils and mouth, quickly filling the cramped space. Faster than the toxic gas was his Plague Ability, already affecting Aske’s body, causing him to shudder with sudden chills, rendering his limbs weak.

The triple ability attack ca in waves like a sea storm. His eerie swordsmanship that could Silence abilities could undoubtedly only prioritize severing the already active Plague Ability within his body, hence leaving him temporarily unable to handle the subsequent attacks of toxic gas and tendrils.

Die! the demigod roared in his mind.

As Aske swung his longsword, the demigod imdiately felt the control over the Plague Ability slipping away. As expected, the tendrils took advantage, striking down swiftly like a flock of eagles. The opponent could only hurriedly block with his sword horizontally, when suddenly...

Eh, what was I going to do?

The countless tendrils stopped mid-air, and the demigod seed to suddenly realize that he had inexplicably posed for an attack, yet he had no mory of whom he was attacking or why.

The next mont, he looked down in astonishnt only to see Aske’s Dragon Bone Longsword had already pierced through his chest.

Spirituality inevitably plumted sharply.

"It’s... the toxin of Belladonna!" The demigod finally realized what had happened and hurriedly mobilized his own toxin ability.

Just as the residual spirituality had invoked the toxin within his body, he instantly lost sensing and contact. Stupefied, the demigod raised his head and locked eyes with Aske, who was expressionless.

"Your swordsmanship... it turns out... can be used... consecutively..."

From the beginning, they had fallen into a trap of deliberate deception by the opponent.

The Soul Shattering of the Star Nine Forms did not have a limitation that it couldn’t be used consecutively.

Had it not been for targeted deception, he would not have rashly rushed forward, attempting to strongly kill the opponent with his multiple abilities.

The demigod spoke intermittently; his expression seed to scorn, hate, and resemble a soul lost after being deceived, finally returning to the oblivion of his exhausted spirituality.

On the sa floor, in an apartnt bathroom.

Gaius, the younger of the demigod brothers, stood by the sink, staring at himself in the mirror when suddenly his expression changed.

The sensing from a contaminated rat inford him that his brother had been defeated and captured.

He was unaware of the specific details because the ager brain of the rat on-site couldn’t comprehend too many combat details.

However, just the fact that his own brother attempted to break the blockade in disguise but was unexpectedly defeated and captured indicated that this had been a well-prepared trap. An executed plan, a widespread net had been quietly cast around their location, enveloping layers over layers without their notice.

Staying further would only reduce the chances of escape, and he might not even have the opportunity to take his own life.

Since the opponent dared to strike boldly, it indicated they were confident that they could ensure they wouldn’t die, losing their ace of threatening with Mutant Fallout.

With this in mind, he no longer hesitated and suddenly turned into a swarm of bats, flying out of the open bathroom window.

On the outskirts of the Yousi community, a large number of militia gunn spread out on both sides of the riverbank, were there just to prevent the perpetrator from escaping through the window and into the river. Seeing countless bats fly out from a window, they imdiately began shooting.

Sparse bullets took down several bats, while the rest hastily increased their elevation, soon exceeding the effective shooting range of the firearms.

The militia mbers were still attempting to aim, but these bats had turned into pin-sized dots, their shapes and positions no longer visible.

Turned into bats, Gaius glided swiftly with the south wind of the Adriatic Sea, feeling his spirituality slowly declining, causing a tingling sensation in his spiritual body.

Being a bat under the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field, the long flight unquestionably consud vast amounts of spirituality; however, by now, there was no other way but to risk the fall by exhausting all spirituality, betting he could leave the range of the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field sooner.

The bat gave it all, not daring to pause at all along the way, finally flew out of Venice City State but still within the boundary of the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field.

With spirituality already below the critical threshold of 20%, Gaius had no choice but to swiftly revert to human form, then plunged headlong into the ocean below.