Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 646: 25: Trump Card

Chapter 646: Chapter 25: Trump Card

“Ah, ah, the battle is fierce.”

On a hill near Palermo, the half-god “Puppet Master” Derek exclaid dramatically, while Miel stood beside him, sowhat speechlessly holding her forehead.

In front of them was a Banshee with a blank expression, holding sothing like a copper mirror, which displayed the scene of Sigrdrifa’s fierce battle.

The two were monitoring the war scene where Sigrdrifa was, through a defected Banshee flying over the battlefield.

“Sigrdrifa is charging so fiercely, she should be alright?” Miel said with so concern.

She had observed the future tilines and, in most cases, Sigrdrifa wouldn’t be hurt in this naval battle; however, there were a few tilines where she was wounded, with the most severe one even having her arm broken—pierced through the scapula by a Bone Spear and then chopped off by a Skeleton Knight.

This was the tricky part of fate: there were countless possibilities for the future; you could only observe different futures and corresponding probabilities, but you couldn’t confirm which future tiline would ultimately collapse into reality.

If Sigrdrifa’s arm was broken… well, it wasn’t beyond saving. Nora’s “Life IV” could regenerate limbs; it would just take a few months. But then, the plan involving the Outville family would inevitably be affected.

“It’s alright, Lord ssiah,” Derek said nonchalantly, “The fleet this ti is led by Mumin, a mad General who rose from a Resentful Spirit; it’s unlikely he could cause any real harm to your companion.”

“Resentful Spirit?” Miel asked curiously.

“Skeletons, Blood Clan, Ghosts, Corpse Witches, these are the four major races of our Hafstad Undead Kingdom, which can be traced back to the early Third Epoch in the ancient country of Carthage,” Derek explained.

“Among them, Skeletons and Ghosts, almost all of whom were transford from deceased humans, inherently have low intelligence, and thus most are enslaved by the Blood Clan and Corpse Witches. Mumin, who managed to distinguish himself from the ordinary Resentful Spirits and beco an Undead Lord, is perhaps considered clever among the Ghosts, but is still far less capable than a slightly smarter-than-average human.”

“I see,” Miel mused thoughtfully.

Clearly, even in the eternally silent kingdom of the undead, there existed oppression and enslavent. Skeletons and Ghosts, transford from deceased humans, held a far lower status than the Blood Clan and Corpse Witches, derived from living humans.

But as the contemporary ssiah, her focus was still mainly on aiding humans, and she currently lacked the energy to start a revolution in the Undead Kingdom.

Seeing the Lady ssiah sowhat interested in this, Derek continued with a smile:

“In our land, the Blood Clan and Skeletons side with each other, mostly settling around the inland oases and riverside, relying on manorial economies and maintaining serfs; Ghosts and Corpse Witches, on the other hand, align together, gathering in coastal port cities, mostly accumulating wealth through diterranean trade.”

“The two factions actually have quite a lot of conflicts. As early as in the Carthaginian era, the Corpse Witch faction strongly advocated for expansion, to control the diterranean trade routes, while the Blood Clan faction was less enthusiastic.”

“So, later when Carthage failed in the Punic Wars, the cunning Solomons demanded that Carthage hand over the defeated Hannibal. Under pressure from the Blood Clan faction, Hannibal had no choice but to choose self-exile, eventually dying outside his holand.”

“Was Hannibal a transcendent of the Corpse Witch bloodline?” Miel asked.

“Yes, but for non-undead outsiders, they usually don’t distinguish the bloodline so finely. External historians generally call Hannibal’s bloodline ‘Death Spirit’,” Derek sighed, “With Hannibal’s exile and death, the extraordinary swordsmanship he mastered, the Undead Illusion Sword, was also lost with his demise.”

“Hmm,” Miel responded calmly, “Is the Undead Illusion Sword very powerful?”

“Of course, it’s the extraordinary swordsmanship that defeated the Ancient Solomons,” Derek spoke enthusiastically, “The brilliance of this swordsmanship lies in its ability to use minimal spirituality to create multiple clones, each capable of fully utilizing the original’s sequence abilities or law skills.”

“If you could use Toxin Missiles, then after using the Undead Illusion Sword, you could fire thousands of Toxin Missiles simultaneously—an army of one is rely this. In the Second Epoch, Ancient Solomon people realized that there was no possibility of victory in direct combat with Hannibal, as he would have endless clones to exhaust you.”

“So they adopted Fabian’s strategy of attrition, and finally, when Carthage could no longer bear the burden, they decided to recall Hannibal, who was campaigning abroad, and seek peace. If it were not for the restraint by the Senate, no one could have killed Hannibal on the battlefield.”

“Is that so?” Miel nodded, then asked, “What if the Undead Illusion Sword reappeared?”

“Everyone would be surprised,” Derek said with a smile, “that’s all.”

“That’s all?”

“What else? Hannibal was a Carthaginian after all, and Carthage has already been destroyed. Could the Hafstad Undead Kingdom still represent the Carthaginians in retrieving the thod to cultivate the Undead Illusion Sword?” Derek laughed heartily.

Thus, Miel fell silent, knowing that Derek was hinting at her to grow closer to Peggy and try to sway her to their side or at least not to make enemies with the Revolutionary Army—after all, the Undead Illusion Sword is an extraordinary swordsmanship that heavily consus spirituality. The higher the level, the stronger the spirituality, the more clones that could be divided, and the more terrifying the combat power.

“I understand,” Miel nodded, and as if casually, she asked, “Derek, what do you think about dea?”

“She is an Enchanting Demon,” Derek said with a slight smile, “If you want to be frank, then I can only say that Enchanting Demons are not trustworthy.”

“For a mature Enchanting Demon, everyone is just a tool to achieve her desires. This might sound a little like a racially prejudiced stereotype, but it’s more or less true.”

“Of course, Rasul supported your cooperation before his death; perhaps he saw sothing in the future. However, although I can’t observe the future, I know Rasul had so contingencies left.”

“Contingencies?” Miel was puzzled.

“Yes.” Derek said mysteriously, “If you and that Enchanting Demon Princess ultimately prevail, then it will be ti for you to turn against each other.”

“To defeat her stationed at the edge of the Purgatory Plane in Lingbo City, you will need the help of Purgatory’s Jailer organization. Sherry has placed people in the upper echelons of the organization. When necessary… a Holy War can be initiated to invade Purgatory.”

“I see,” Miel pondered, as certain clues in her mory seed to connect together.

It was when The Azure Longsword joined the Divine Luo Emperor’s army marching south through the Alps, in a small town, where they encountered an invasion by a Purgatory Devil.

Following that, they were attacked by a squad of Purgatory’s Jailer knights. It seed they were specifically targeting dea.

So, those people were arranged by Sherry under Rasul’s instruction. His real purpose was neither to obstruct the Emperor’s Alliance marching south nor just to attack The Azure Longsword, but to remind…

To remind us (or just ), to be wary of dea’s Devil Bloodline and her background in Purgatory? In this case, the minor devil attacks that night in the town, and the trivial entanglents and hostility of a few Purgatory’s Jailers, Rasul’s arrangents could arguably make sense.

However, though he was wary of dea’s identity and tried to incite, the Squad Leader wasn’t the type to easily doubt or abandon a comrade, so ultimately it was of little use.

Miel drifted into her thoughts, feeling that so aspects of the conjecture made sense, yet others seed sowhat off.

The intelligence of the Half-elf Girl could only be said to be above average, far inferior to the “super smart brains” of dea and Thira, thus she couldn’t reach a definite conclusion after much thought.

After all, Rasul who arranged all this was already dead.

Anyway, for now, let’s just keep Derek’s suggestion as so sort of contingency plan. If that day he ntioned indeed cos, I should at least have an ace up my sleeve to turn the tables.