Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 774: 144: Nemesis of OCD

Chapter 774: Chapter 144: Nesis of OCD

The following day, Aske awoke in the manor on Fire Island.

Arriving in the first-floor hall, Nora had already prepared breakfast for everyone: milk, fried eggs, salad, and slices of bread with fried at cutlets.

“How were the skewers yesterday?” Nora asked Aske at the table, “I used three different seasonings to marinate them. Which one did you prefer?”

“The saltier one,” Aske answered.

The saltier one?

Before Nora could figure out which one that was, Aske had already teleported away from Fire Island.

Peggy was in charge of guarding the Ancient Book last night, and he appeared in a room at the inn, patting Peggy on the shoulder.

“I’ll take over now. You can go back and have breakfast,” he said.

“Mhm,” Peggy nodded and then asked, “Aske, are you still going to comprehend a new Law today?”

“Yeah,” Aske replied with a smile, “After I do, I’ll be promoted to Lv.19, just like you.”

“Then,” Peggy’s eyes blinked with hope, “how about I don’t get promoted to Demigod just yet and wait for you so we can do it together, okay?”

“Why?” Aske was puzzled.

“Because I want to be promoted to Demigod with you,” Peggy said.

“So why do we have to be promoted to Demigod together!” Aske couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “It’s not like graduating from a degree where you can attend the sa graduation ceremony. Whether you get promoted earlier or later, there’s absolutely no difference, right?”

Peggy returned disappointedly, pouting, while Aske took the Ancient Book and headed towards the Golden Bird rcenary Group stationed at “Diamond Peak House.”

At 8:00 am, the highland Swordsman and the lobster Guards were gearing up to leave when they saw Aske coming out of the nearby alley.

Everyone: ……

For so reason, after being crazily pulled into a wave of hate by this guy yesterday, the Golden Sparrow rcenarys today were unexpectedly calm upon seeing him again.

They simply ignored him.

Walking up the eastward slope, the group could see black smoke rising above the fortress from a distance near yesterday’s battlefield.

The Golden Bird rcenary Group hurriedly picked up the pace and managed to reach the walls of the city in ti, successfully repelling a wave of Undead Spirit attacks.

“They attacked last night!” exclaid the Guards on the wall when the rcenarys requested to enter the fort to rest, “Our commander was hit in the shoulder by a Bone Spear, and he’s currently healing! He ordered that the fortress not be opened to anyone! Even the Golden Bird rcenary Group is no exception!”

The rcenarys, who had been okay with what they were hearing at first, couldn’t help but raise a clamor upon hearing the last sentence.

But complaints aside, the Golden Bird rcenary Group was a regular team after all; they could not simply turn around and attack the fortress—doing so would likely result in being backstabbed by the Undead.

So the group had no choice but to move forward with heavy hearts towards the southeast, preparing to confront the Undead Spirit that was coming from that direction, thinking that today was sure to be another tough battle.

Although everyone had learned their lesson from yesterday and brought portable dry food and water bottles, if the Undead Spirit continued attacking relentlessly, there might not even be ti to replenish food and water.

If only the Guards in the fortress were willing to co out and support them, the Golden Sparrow rcenarys could take a mont to nibble so dry food and drink so water, which would significantly enhance their endurance in battle. Unfortunately, with the fortress now closed, they couldn’t do anything about those Guards.

Anyway, if they really couldn’t hold out, they might as well breach the contract and retreat. After all, the Golden Sparrows are here to earn money through combat, not to take abuse and lose lives.

So, a few minutes later, the Golden Sparrow rcenarys encountered the first wave of the Undead Army.

A bone tide composed of a massive Skeleton army clad in Iron Armor and Ghouls.

Lobster Riflen hurriedly rushed toward the nearby highlands under the guidance of the lookout; Highland Swordsn pulled out their Great Swords from behind and began to charge at the Undead Army, intercepting their steps of assault.

Taking advantage of the mont when the torrent of Undead was intercepted, Eric led his n up the highlands, lined up, raised their guns, and the Highland Swordsn quickly retreated.

Rows of gunfire erupted, rotting flesh flew everywhere, and bullets tore through the ranks of the Undead, shredding limbs and severing arms in a spectacle as grueso as if they had been gored by an aerial machine gun.

The Lobster Riflen reloaded their guns, allowing their weary arms to rest for a mont.

Eric glanced toward the Highland Swordsn charging forward and suddenly realized that he did not see Aske among them.

Where was the guy?

He looked left and right, his gaze sweeping over all the Highland Swordsn, and he did not find a single one who wasn’t wearing a skirt.

Could it be that he died in the first charge? Although he was a Transcendent, if he lacked war experience, it was normal to be caught off-guard and killed by the onslaught of Undead.

Thinking this, Eric felt a bit relieved but also a sowhat inexplicable sadness.

The life of a rcenary was just like that: today you could be drinking heartily, and tomorrow your head might be taken off. That guy, although inexperienced, had been assigned by him to the Highland Swordsn’s squad, only to die in a foreign land in the first encounter… wasn’t this the destiny awaiting them all?

Sigh, after the war ended, if there was ti, he would go search for his bones to bury them.

Eric slowly shook his head and turned his attention back to the war situation in front of him.

Hey, this ti the Undead Army seed a bit tougher, and the Highland Swordsn’s wave of Great Sword charges didn’t break through? It looked like the fight ahead was going to be tough…

“It looks like the fight ahead is going to be tough,” Aske’s voice rang out beside him, “Have you noticed? These Skeletons are all clad in Iron Armor.”

“You…” Eric was stunned for a mont before exploding, “How co you’re here?! Weren’t you supposed to be in the Highland Swordsn’s squad?”

“Oh, I was before,” Aske took out his breakfast—a sandwich of bread and fried at patty—chewing and speaking unclearly, “But that McGree didn’t give any orders.”

Eric: ???

Then he finally understood: The seamless cooperation between the Lobster Riflen and the Highland Swordsn was built upon countless real battles.

Whether it was the shoot-retreat cycles or the load-charge cycles, both sides handled the rhythm and coordination with practiced ease. Hence, Eric and McGree didn’t need to issue any orders, and their subordinates would naturally cooperate as smoothly as gears in a well-oiled war machine.

However, this guy was completely different; he was like a special model of a screw, not being precisely fitted into the war machine. Naturally, he fell out of step with the abrupt charges of the Highland Swordsn.

“Do this,” Eric placed a hand on Aske’s shoulder, pointing to the Highland Swordsn’s squad up front, “See that? That’s McGree from yesterday…yes, the tallest one with the thick face paint.”

“You are responsible for following his rhythm. When he charges forward, you charge forward and slash at the Undead; when he retreats, you retreat with the squad. Understand? Follow his rhythm for advancing and retreating.”

“Yeah, got it!” Aske said with a smile.

“Do you really get it?” Eric skeptically eyed him.

From Eric’s years of leadership experience, new soldiers who quickly say “got it” without asking for details usually end up ssing up and causing trouble.

But this guy wasn’t his soldier, not even from the Golden Bird rcenary Group. Anyway, he had already given clear instructions, so if he couldn’t integrate himself into the Highland Swordsn’s tempo, it wouldn’t be a pity if he died.

Another round of volley fire bood, beating the Undead torrent back as if hamred down. The Highland Swordsn swiftly turned, their skirts twirling in the air.

Aske leapt from the highlands like an arrow released from a bow, a Long Spear already in his hands mid-air.

This guy was quite rash…Eric watched as he stood beside him one second, then leapt down the highlands and charged into the Highland Swordsn’s squad without hesitation the next, surprised by his courage and Reaction Speed.

But why was he holding a Long Spear? A man with a Long Spear abruptly appearing in the Greatsword Warriors’ squad might break the formation’s neat charge!

Eric’s heart was filled with vexation again. Was this guy the bane of anyone with compulsive tendencies? Why was he increasingly aggravating?