Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 382 - 180

Outside Innsbruck City, the rear command post.

The Wolf Family’s massive army, having entered the Alps region, got stuck in the mire, while the Weisbach army did not engage them directly. Instead, leveraging their familiarity with the terrain, they dispersed a large number of soldiers throughout the mountains, frequently harassing the Wolf’s supply lines from behind.

To make matters worse, it was said that the Swabian Duchy was experiencing a multitude of rebellions, causing cargo routes from Burgundy to Swabia to be severed. Transportation troops had no choice but to detour to the Lombardy-Verona route in the south, significantly decreasing the efficiency of the deliveries.

As the mountainous region remained unconquered and supplies arrived slower and slower, the morale of the troops noticeably weakened, and deserters had gradually begun to surface.

The Demigod, Hidden Strings, Lord Alberto, of course, would not handle such mundane matters himself, merely instructing his confidants to order the knights under them to strictly discipline their troops.

Upon capturing deserters, there was no need for a military tribunal, they could be executed on the spot.

On Earth during the feudal era, such severe punishments could only serve as a temporary deterrent. More often, the lower-ranked soldiers began to grumble under the intense pressure, conspire, and become restless, eventually leading to a collective dissatisfaction reaching a critical point and then erupting into mutinies and camp howls.

Of course, in this world with Extraordinary Power, all combined might not match a demigod, so thoughts of rebellion were naturally impossible. People could only speak ill in secret and concoct more ingenious ways to escape.

Three months had passed since Christmas, and although the Wolf Family knights had been extremely vigilant, nearly twenty percent of their soldiers still managed to escape.

Some unfortunate ones, who had fled and got lost in the mountains, were captured and brought back. The knights then tied them to the crosses, pierced their throats with nails, and let the corpses dry on the crosses, to deter the remaining soldiers.

"We are serving under God," the knights repeated numerous times throughout the camp, "punishing the Holy See’s defiant Emperor. And by choosing to flee, you betray your faith and must suffer a pierced throat on the cross, and thereafter descend into Hell."

This rationale was proclaimed countless times by the knights in the camp, and growing instances of desertion were gradually curbed.

Instead, cases of half-hearted work emerged, and the knights were helpless in this regard. Even among the knightly ranks, many held a pessimistic view about the future direction of the war.

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With morale wavering, the Demigod, Alberto, had to step in to control the situation, patrolling the camp several times to calm the troops.

Returning to his tent, the exhausted Demigod dismissed his attendants, planning to retire to his room for a brief rest.

As he stepped through the door, he noticed the lamplight by the bed seemed dimmer.

Then the light bulb went out.

The ground suddenly collapsed, and Alberto instantly lost his footing. Plunging down more than ten meters, the reactive Demigod controlled the air pressure to stabilize his form mid-air.

However, a huge fleshly arm suddenly attacked from below, grasping Alberto tightly, then forcefully plunging down.

In just three to four seconds, the fleshly arm exploded, freeing the Demigod, who quickly scanned his surroundings, only to find himself in a gigantic underground cavern, with walls full of corrosion and bite marks, covered in blood-flesh-like red moss.

In the darkness from afar, countless scurrying sounds typical of rodent animals were fading away, but a set of footsteps gradually approached, sounding exceptionally clear in this cavern.

"Poison of Belladonna!" Alberto raised his head, his facial skin had already entirely transformed into tiny air vortices—from the moment he fell to this unknown environment, he had completely vaporized his body.

The air armor, condensed into a substantial form, clung tightly around him, vibrating densely like waves and piano keys.

"Hidden Strings..." Agrippina chuckled softly, "when you maneuvered my unfortunate and pitiful disciple to head north, you must have anticipated this day, hadn’t you?"

"I didn’t maneuver him," Alberto frowned as he replied. "He was looking for a way to advance to Lv.20 on his own; I merely gave him some advice."

"Then I’ll give you a piece of advice," Agrippina said menacingly as she narrowed her eyes dangerously, enunciating every word fiercely,

"Never, ever, try to teach my disciple!"

Her body suddenly exploded, turning into countless bats that charged toward Alberto.

Alberto simply raised a palm; the swarm of bats was immediately halted by the storm, even showing tendencies of being blown back.

The bats flapped their wings in the fierce wind and suddenly opened their mouths wide, spraying black blood arrows at a terrifying speed toward Alberto.

The blood arrows stopped a few centimeters away from his body, as if hitting some sort of translucent solid barrier, then abruptly turned back to their origin, condensing into Agrippina’s form.

Alberto looked down at his body, the air armor splattered with tainted blood had started to stain with a spreading dark trace.

This was a Law Level toxin, now capable of infecting non-biological materials.

"Have you gone mad?" Alberto’s expression darkened. "To waste Spirituality in such a manner?"

"Why not?" Agrippina’s smile was sinister and harsh, with a mockingly malicious intent, "As long as you die here, any loss of Spirituality is worth it."

"You madwoman!" Alberto didn’t want to entangle with her any further and stomped his heel onto the ground.

An internal shockwave.

A vibration full of energy rapidly spread along the ground, exploding beneath Agrippina’s feet. Countless shards flew like bullets, instantly riddling her body with holes.

He stamped on the ground again, and his figure rapidly rose upward. Before he flew far, a figure in an assassin’s white robe dropped from above him.

Caucasus assassin swordsmanship, Shadow Hawk’s Raid.

This Thrust was quick and precise; though it didn’t break through Alberto’s defense, it slammed him heavily back to the ground.

The moment he landed, Rasul instantly stepped back swiftly with Instant Step. The overturned Alberto placed a hand on the ground, causing the entire area around him to explode, flinging agitated debris mixed with highly compressed air bullets at astonishing speeds in all directions.

Rasul swung his Longsword forcefully in the air, the afterimages almost weaving together. Relying on superior eyesight and skill, he intercepted some debris and air bullets, his figure being pushed even further out by these projectiles.

He then landed on the ground with twenty to thirty piercing wounds running from his shoulder to his leg, blood streaming down.

"What a sorry sight," commented Agrippina.

"Taking a blow from a Demigod directly, I think the injuries are still acceptable," Rasul said with a bitter smile.

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