Damn It, That's Not Fair

"Commander, mission accomplished! Lord Nero is safe and sound. Please allow us to pass through the defenses and proceed to Rome to report back!"

Seeing the gate close again, the head constable reiterated his reasons, raising his voice several notches.

"The Hunnic cavalry have been causing trouble lately. According to the Pantheon's orders, all provinces must be on high alert to prevent spies from infiltrating. You have just had contact with the Hunnic Wolf Riders, and your identities are questionable. Moreover, there are Celts in the group. Who knows if they have ulterior motives?"

The commander of the Seventh Legion leisurely flipped through his fingernails, his voice unhurried but his tone aggressive.

"We fought a bloody battle against the Hunnic Wolf Riders at Lone Mountain. The alliance between the Celtic and Lord Nero is real and credible, and these two accompanying priests can testify to it!"

The chieftain raised his hand and pointed behind him. The two goddess priests, who had survived the ordeal and had been treated with great respect by the Celtic tribe, quickly stepped out of the carriage and nodded in response.

"You've all been in cahoots for a long time, and your testimonies are unreliable. Without orders from above, no one is allowed to get through this line of defense!"

The commander flicked his fingernails and chuckled casually.

"You want orders from above? Fine! There must be a temple dedicated to Mars, the god of war, in the fortress, right? I can use my lineage from the Claudius family to preside over the sacrifice and plead for a response from the Pantheon. If you are afraid of my soldiers, then lower the basket, and I can go to the temple alone!"

Just as they were locked in a stalemate, Nero lifted the curtain, raised her little head, and met the commander's gaze from afar, responding with pride.

"Surely twenty thousand Roman Soldier wouldn't be afraid of a little girl like me?"

Sensing the hesitant gazes of the soldiers around him, the commander's eyelids twitched, and his face stiffened slightly.

He wasn't worried about this little girl who hadn't even fully grown up yet; the only thing he was truly worried about was the Pantheon.

After all, the Imperial Marquis of various families have basically reported to the Pantheon. If they were to reveal the truth to the Divine Ancestor, it would probably be difficult to handle the situation.

"Hmph, you were defeated by the Hunnic Wolf Riders and captured by the Celts. You have long been secretly colluding with them, disgracing the reputation of the Claudius family. Lady Agopina has already expelled you from the Claudian family!"

"You'd better give up on crossing Roman territory. You have ten seconds to get back to where you came from, or you'll be killed on the spot!"

The commander sneered and brandished the Claudius Clan's honor badge, glaring at Nero, Boudica, and the others as he hurled insults at them. With a wave of his hand, the archers hesitated for a moment before finally raising their arrows and aiming the cold arrowheads at the city below.

"You're lying! I'm a genius admired by everyone, I've never failed!"

Faced with such slander, the proud Nero angrily wanted to step forward and argue with this guy.

However, after counting to ten, the commander at the crenellation point waved his arm down without any politeness.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, a loud whistling sound filled the air as arrows rained down on the carriages below the city, threatening to turn the chieftain and the Tyrant within an arrow's reach into pincushions.

In that instant, the ether within the three figures surged, carrying dazzling light, as they charged forward in turn.

I swear to the goddess!

The Battle Continuation!

Andraste's Blessing!

Boudica, sword and shield in hand, chanted silently. The nameless sword of victory swung swiftly, sweeping away numerous arrows with a magnificent silver-white fan-shaped pattern.

At the same time, the raised round shield, along with the lighting of Runic Glyphs above it, formed a huge protective triangle, guarding the entire carriage.

The Valkyrie, dressed in a haori, gracefully steps on the Sorcery Array that forms in mid-air, like a swan dancing, performing a solo War Dance before heading to the battlefield!

Hoohoo...

In an instant, a milky white beam of light shot into the sky, and a celestial horse with silver wings on its back burst out of the light curtain, joyfully raising its neck and neighing.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows! Where are the Magecraft and the priest? Quickly!"

The terrifying Magic Tide caused the pampered commander to gasp for breath, his face to change drastically, and he hurriedly summoned the mysterious forces within his legion.

A dense rain of arrows struck again, and a dry, lengthy chanting rang out from the inside of the city wall. One Spell projectile after another was launched, and Sorcery Array took shape one after another.

Brunhilde swiftly mounted her horse, her blue-purple spear igniting with a cold, chilling blue flame.

Magic Reload! Primal Runes!

Surrounded by ghostly blue flames and Runic Glyphs, a lone rider and his companion surged upstream against the overwhelming onslaught.

The arrow barely approached Brunhilde within three meters before being burned and frozen by the surrounding eerie blue flames, turning into fragments inch by inch.

The dense Spell projectile was like stones thrown into a lake, barely creating ripples before being broken apart by the Runic Glyphs.

The Valkyrie charged forward with unstoppable momentum, reaching within ten meters of the city wall. The cold glint of her spear tip sent shivers down the commander's spine. He immediately gritted his teeth and frantically mobilized his troops to suppress the attack, summoning a shield formation to protect him.

"Ha!"

However, just as Brunhilde was preparing to seize the commander in one fell swoop, the priests following behind the phalanx solemnly raised their hands, and the four groups of Roman Soldier gathered together, their bodies glowing with a golden-red light. They immediately drew their javelins and, with a roar, hurled them.

Instantly, sharp whistling sounds filled the air, and Brunhilde felt a faint stinging pain between her brows, a warning sign flashing in her mind. She immediately gripped her spear tightly, its blade flashing.

The Valkyrie paused momentarily upon contact with the falling javelin, her movements faltering slightly, her heart heavy with unease.

This power is comparable to that of elite Norse soldiers who have been enchanted by Mad Enhancement and gone berserk!

What's even more troublesome is that these javelins are not only powerful and heavy, but also orderly in their arrangement, forming a dense and impenetrable net that is difficult to break through in the short term.

The Roman Legions atop the city walls immediately seized this fleeting opportunity, unleashing a barrage of suppression spells, ballistae, divine pronouncements, and Magecraft upon the Valkyrie in mid-air, making it difficult for Brunhilde to advance an inch for the time being.

As the sweating priests chanted incantations, continuously reciting the name of the god of war, Mars, a golden-red glow flowed around the Roman Soldier, making them resemble gilded statues. Dark red blood energy emanated from their pores, coalescing into a massive, almost tangible, blood-red wolf.

Bloody Dominion... Roman Battle Array...

So that's how it works...

Gazing at the crimson city walls, Samael seemed lost in thought, a hint of regret appearing in his eyes.

Unfortunately, although the Roman Legions manifested a trace of Ares' divine power through their battle formation, he still did not sense any sign of this old acquaintance appearing.

However, there were some gains.

Presumably, Rome, lacking Divine Blood Hero, used this kind of human battle formation that embodied divine power to hold back the successive attacks of the Persians and Huns.

A herd of bison that knows how to cooperate might make cheetahs and lions flee in terror, but what if you were facing a dragon?

Human beings have their limits.

Samael shook his head slightly, his gaze cold.

"Leg, runes, in the name of Odin, grant me power!"

Meanwhile, Brunhilde, who had suffered repeated setbacks, seized an opportunity to summon the Shield of Divine Iron, which blocked several waves of arrows. She then awakened her Swan Dress, flapped her wings of light, raised her spear high, and roared with furrowed brows.

With the frenzied infusion of ether and emotion, the blue- Runic Glyphs spear, amidst the flickering runes, extended a meter and brutally slammed into the city wall.

With a single strike, the wall trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in large sections of the Magecraft reinforced bricks. The Magic Barrier that covered the front of the city wall was instantly pierced with a horrifying hole, and several Magecraft coughed up blood, their spirits waning and their eyes filled with horror.

Where did that little brat find a demigod?

The commander's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he couldn't help but gasp, a sense of fear rising within him.

Report to the Pantheon, and pray for divine intervention!

Just as the slightly overweight middle-aged man was about to turn around and flee towards the temple below the city, no matter how much he struggled, he could not take a single step forward.

"Why are you running?"

A gentle, low, playful voice echoed in the commander's ears, and a fair hand suddenly rested on the man's shoulder.

The commander's short, thick neck was drenched in cold sweat. His stiff, rolling eyes stared at the thousands of soldiers, priests, and Magecraft around him, all of whom stood motionless like clay puppets, as if burdened by the weight of a mountain. The veins on their hands bulged, and sweat poured down their bodies, yet they could not move an inch. Each of them felt as if they were in hell, lambs to the slaughter, their eyes filled with terror.

Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine power is as deep as a prison!

It was actually a... deity!

That's a foul! You can't play like that...

Knowing that these two powerful weapons were present, what was the point of fighting? I might as well just open the door and surrender. The commander was on the verge of tears.