Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 385 - 183: The Ritual of the War Law

"Our valiant army has recently marched north, in alliance with the Sorren Family of Swabia, and has broken through Franknia, greeting the arrival of our great and respectable Emperor..."

"His Majesty, generous and magnanimous, has spared the captured Duke Conrad, merely transferring the Swabian Duchy to Friedrich of Hexingen and bestowing it upon the Sorren Family..."

"The Wolf Family has announced their unconditional surrender, and the Emperor is on his way to Al to accept the surrender of Duke Rudolf. With this, the flames of civil war within the Empire have been fully quelled..."

As the Duke of Bavaria concluded his speech from the balcony of Weisbach Palace, the nobles, vassals, and citizens below erupted in cheers:

"The civil war is over! Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!"

This joyous news swept through the entire Bavarian Duchy like the wind, with many wealthy citizens of Mingxing City even setting up banquets in front of their homes, enthusiastically inviting passersby to eat and drink for free, celebrating the end of the war.

Nobles who had fled to the south were frantically packing, preparing to quickly return to their estates that had been occupied by the Wolf Family. Wealthy merchants and nobles from the north, beyond the joy of protecting their lives, started to eye the inheritances of those who had perished in the war.

The elation of the merchants and citizens was even more authentic. The end of the civil war meant that they no longer had to be conscripted, march to the battlefield, or fear falling dead in some unknown place after the Wolf Family’s army came through.

Peace is so precious and sweet, and they were finally about to start enjoying this hard-won, valuable peace.

After finishing his speech, the Duke of Bavaria turned and returned to his study, the passion that had filled his face during the speech now vanished without a trace, replaced by a steel-like coldness and solemnity.

"Summon the vassals and subordinates at once." He swiftly instructed his sons, Ludwig and Henry, "His Majesty’s southern campaign may start sooner than planned, and there will likely be unrest in the Duchy soon. All military forces must be used to maintain domestic security and stability."

"So soon?" Ludwig departed hastily, while Henry, hastily setting aside the documents in his hand, asked, "Didn’t we estimate we still had a month?"

"It’s too late." The Duke of Bavaria picked up the bottle of wine on the table, unbuttoned his collar, and took a quick gulp, exhaling a long sigh of relief.

"The second Magic Tide... is about to arrive." He lowered his voice, which sounded as if he were chewing steel, with a certain cold and clanging harshness.

On Fire Island, Eleanor performed a simple warm-up and practiced the Sword And Shield’s Trinity Tactics for half an hour before continuing her training with the Holy Sword.

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Her will gathered, and a white light emerged from the blade, but it seemed dimmer than usual.

Eleanor didn’t rush to swing her sword, simply looking down at the tip of her weapon.

"A nation extinguished... our race obliterated?" She stared at the longsword, murmuring to herself.

"What’s wrong?" Aske’s voice sounded from behind her.

Ever since yesterday, when she underwent a soul interrogation by the demigod Hidden Strings and ended up speechless from the encounter, Eleanor had been in this forlorn state.

According to Aske, after all, she was young and had poor psychological resistance, rattled by the opponent’s few and insidious words.

With no choice left, as captain of the squad, he had to come over and provide some psychological counseling.

"How’s the Holy Sword training going?" He sat down on the ground.

"No change." Eleanor sat beside him, smiling bitterly, "Just like yesterday."

"These things can’t be forced." Aske reached into his shirt and pulled out a handgun, "Want to try something different?"

Eleanor looked at the gun in his hand and after a moment, she laughed and said, "What, teaching me swordsmanship isn’t enough, now you want to teach me Spear Technique too?"

"We could give it a shot," Aske suggested. "In battle, after a wild flurry with sword and shield, when the enemy evades and thinks they’re out of range and finally safe, then you suddenly pull out a handgun... bang."

"It’s guaranteed to be more lethal than the Unyielding Holy Sword."

"Hmm." Eleanor seemed intrigued, taking the handgun from him and aiming it with one hand at the target in front of her.

Bang!

Her hand holding the gun was very steady, fully mastering the handgun’s recoil. The bullet pierced through the bullseye, creating a profound black hole.

"How about that, do I have a talent for shooting?" Eleanor asked with a smile.

"Not bad," Aske evaluated. She certainly had the basics down as a shooter, with strength and control power both up to the mark. However, for a professional gunman, this was merely the most basic of basics, "Later, talk to Miel about it, get the two of you to form a duo of gunmen, partner up in battle."

"Spare me," Eleanor really couldn’t do it.

Both of them stopped talking, just quietly looking ahead.

After a moment, Eleanor spoke softly, "Really... does the Empire truly have no choice but to campaign to the south?"

"That’s something you should ask your Emperor," Aske said, "Of course, we already know now that his mind has been influenced by some mysterious force; it’s likely that the idea of invading Italy has almost become an obsession for him."

"So, yes. We don’t yet have the ability to stop this war, at least not for now."

"I know what you’re about to say," Eleanor said distantly, supporting her upper body with her arms stretched back, revealing the well-developed elegant curves, "I need to become stronger, Eleanor... I can’t believe I let you convince me every time."

"What I’m saying is the truth," Aske replied earnestly, "Imagine, if now were the peak of the Magic Tide, and you were the strongest demigod on the continent."

"You could storm into the Aachen Palace, grab Emperor Otto off the Iron Throne, and then by tugging on his beard, say, ’Stop the war immediately, or I’ll kill you within three days!’"

Eleanor chuckled and shook her head, "Your way of thinking is very similar to Sigrdrifa’s, always believing that strength can solve all problems. I don’t like that approach."

She brushed her golden bangs from her forehead, and her deep blue pupils once again gazed into the distance, "Why must it be that only the strong prevail? Can’t there be a peaceful world where the weak can also survive?"

Such kindness, an idealist... Aske fell silent for a while before he said,

"Perhaps there is."

However, even in his world before transmigration, the overall peace of the international world, forcibly maintained by nuclear deterrence, never stopped local conflicts and wars.

All wars are based on irreconcilable conflicts of interest that can only be settled through the use of force to subjugate the opposing side.

Therefore, as long as there are clashes of interest, there will always be fertile ground for wars to arise.

Suddenly, a certain enlightenment surged in his mind, as if a marvelous premonition that had blessed his mind shed a lightning-like trail in his thoughts, leaving behind a vividly clear piece of knowledge:

War Law - Ritual:

Kill a large number of enemies in war until your name is deeply engraved in the enemy’s memory and they feel intense hate towards you.

Then, in the most brutal war, be killed by an enemy who loathes you.

The negative and positive emotions from those you’ve killed and who have killed you will pull you back from the world of death.

And coalesce into a War Law that is uniquely yours.

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This Ritual Task is one of the simpler ones among the many War Law rituals. In the early stages, one only needs to kill frenziedly; once you’ve killed enough, the system will prompt you that you’ve done it, then you can just charge into a group of enemies and die.

However, the first thing Aske thought of wasn’t this, but why was he able to comprehend the condensation ritual for the War Law?

Then, he suddenly realized that the invisible shackles imposed on him by the world had loosened.

The limit of his Magic Tide had risen once again, to Lv.15.

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