Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 325 - 123 Wolfhound

Christmas was approaching, and the war was still raging on.

Overall, the Wolf Family held an absolute advantage in terms of equipment, manpower, and scale. If not for the numerous trenches, Innsbruck would have fallen long ago.

Contrary to the overall decline, Innsbruck fought energetically in localized conflicts. A mercenary group known as "The Azure Longsword" had performed feats of wonder on the battlefield, reversing what would have been massive defeats in several encounters.

On the Wolf Family’s side, rumors also spread about an active legendary enemy squad on the battlefield. Since the vast majority (and in some accounts, all) who had seen them were dead, the Wolf troops unanimously referred to this squad as:

Wolfhound (Wolfshund).

"What on earth is a Wolfhound?" asked a White Wolf Knight stationed in the trenches.

"It’s like a hunting dog from Brittania," another White Wolf Knight explained, "Rumor has it that it’s the world’s largest hunting dog, reaching up to the navel of a grown man and weighing 121 pounds (about 55 kg). Hunting dogs are typically used for alerts and watch duty, but this breed, the Wolfhound, can turn the tables and hunt down packs of wolves."

"Legend says these dogs’ coats are like grey-black coal, their eyes shining like flames in the night. They are spiritual animals with strength from Purgatory, fearless in character, not afraid of pain, able to rush alone into a pack of wild wolves, kill the wolf king, and rip off its head."

"People there keep these Wolfshunds to guard their homes at night. Often, after the owner has slept safely through the night, he wakes up and steps outside only to find the yard littered with the bodies of wolves that tried to sneak in."

"That name is really ominous," the White Wolf Knight who had asked earlier complained, "Why should we give such a nickname to the enemy?"

"Because that squad is just as mysterious, and all who have encountered them are dead," the other White Wolf Knight shrugged, "Only one sniper survived. They say he was hundreds of meters away, managed only one shot before the retaliatory bullet shattered his shoulder blade." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Even though he managed to retreat alive, he could never lift a sniper rifle again. The only valuable intelligence he brought was that the enemy squad was roughly ten strong, and most of them were women."

"Female Wolfhunds, sounds tough," smirked one of the White Wolf Knights.

"Heh, once you encounter them on the battlefield, you won’t think so," said another White Wolf Knight, "Anyway, everyone hopes not to run into these people. The more exaggerated the enemy’s reputation and battle record, the sooner the higher-ups will take them seriously and send someone to deal with them."

"It’s called building momentum," the comrades nodded in agreement, "Makes sense. If the enemy wasn’t truly difficult to handle, who would want to bolster their prestige?"

"I just hope this war ends quickly," sighed the lecherous White Wolf Knight from before, "After this, I’m going back to my hometown to get married."

"Your hometown’s in Milan, right?"

"Yes, my fiancée’s name is Clary." The White Wolf Knight pulled out a locket from his collar and showed the photo inside to his comrades, "She is my beloved. She gave me this locket before I left. As long as I have it with me, bullets on the battlefield won’t hit me."

"Really?" someone asked, "Hey, doesn’t saying that out loud jinx it?"

"Not at all," the White Wolf Knight kissed the locket, "Clary will protect me."

"You see..." Before a comrade could finish speaking, he suddenly fell to the ground. Blood gushed from the bullet hole in his temple.

The White Wolf Knights were in disarray, drawing swords and shields, but the bullets from the shadows struck like venomous snakes, killing two knights who couldn’t dodge in time.

Only when everyone was hidden behind shields did the gunfire abruptly halt.

"It’s the Wolfhounds!" a White Wolf Knight cried out in panic, "This marksmanship... it’s the Wolfhounds!"

"What do we do?"

"How about we fight them!"

"How can you fight them if you don’t even know where they are?!"

The shouts were chaotic. Suddenly, a person, controlled by a hidden gaze, abruptly swung his longsword at an unsuspecting comrade.

"What are you doing?"

"Dilendo! Are you betraying us?"

"Kill the traitor!"

Behind the shield, the once united White Wolf Knights began to slaughter each other, with the first to betray falling dead. However, soon another comrade abruptly switched sides, drawing their sword against their fellows.

Quickly, there was only one White Wolf Knight left standing, the one who was going home to get married. He gasped for air among the bodies of his comrades, eyes darting warily around.

Then a bullet hole appeared right between his eyes.

"Did you get him?" Medea asked.

"Be careful!" Miel suddenly warned over the channel.

Medea turned her head and saw one of the dead White Wolf Knights, who had somehow gotten close enough to touch her shoulder, his hideous face wearing a strange smile.

Flames erupted violently from within her, and from deep inside her mind, Medusa screamed:

"Watch out! It’s a high-level Transcendent!"

The corpse had turned into a man of fire, his icy arms still clutching her shoulders, nails digging deep into her flesh. Suddenly, intense cold air billowed and Sigrdrifa, covered in white steam, charged forward, throwing a punch with her left fist at the knight’s corpse.

Thunder Punch.

A fist wrapped in electric arcs thundered out, sending the corpse flying backwards, a deep cavity indented into its chest.

Then, just like the bullet hole in the forehead, the cavity began to heal at a visible rate.

Sigrdrifa grabbed Medea by the collar and violently threw her backward. Peggy rushed over to catch her, pressing her hands on the wound on her shoulder, her power drawing the black blood outward.

"It’s a toxin!" she shouted over the Mind Channel, "Ricin!"

The "corpse" got to its feet, its facial muscles twitching bizarrely before morphing into the face of an attractive middle-aged woman.

"As I thought," the figure said, looking at Peggy, "You’re also a Daughter of the Lord of Filth, young lady."

The girls were on high alert, their gazes involuntarily shifting to Aske, who, after a moment of silence, asked:

"The Demigod from the Pure Blood Monastery, the Datura Flower, Agrippina?"

"You know me?" the demigod squinted her eyes, her gaze sharpening like that of a venomous snake.

This person was a demigod... The girls felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"What, is the Pure Blood Monastery short on recruits as well?" Aske asked with a smile.

"Let’s see." Agrippina contemplated, then her lips curved into a smile, "I want to see who is sacred enough to have killed my disciple."

"Then you may be disappointed," Aske said.

"Indeed," Agrippina replied, "You’re only Level 8, aren’t you? You don’t seem like you could beat a Level 19."

"Actually, a level doesn’t determine everything," Aske said.

"But it’s enough to decide your death," Agrippina sneered, "Do you really think, you can defeat a demigod?"

"Why not?" Aske said, "We won’t know until we try."

The girls: ......

Is it really okay to keep taunting when facing a demigod, Squad Leader?

However, for some reason, as this awkward thought surfaced, the mental pressure they felt from the demigod lightened significantly.

After all, the Squad Leader was here.

Even if their opponent was a demigod.

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