Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 386 - 1: The Disaster of Civilization

"The Magic Potions we’re still missing are..."

"Eleanor’s Will IV."

"We should ask the Weisbach family for it, it’s their daughter’s after all."

"My Life IV, Spirit Body IV."

"Thira’s grandfather has already agreed to it, as long as we complete the subsequent tasks."

"Mm-hmm, Mia’s Shadow IV."

"We can talk about that later, we could ask Marquina."

"Who is Marquina?"

"Someone from Medea’s family, you didn’t meet her last time."

"Thunder III and Giant III, belonging to Sigrdrifa."

"For Thunder III, we can purchase from Apilius later, or see if we have the chance to acquire it during the southern expedition; as for Giant III, the Life School has it, but they definitely won’t sell, so let’s ask the Weiding family of Thuringia, that also has to wait until after the southern expedition."

"Medea’s Desire III, Desire IV."

"Her mother contracted it, next."

"Thira’s Storm IV and Meteor IV, also ask her grandfather?"

"That’s right," Aske finally said, "Looks like we need to get some good stuff to do business with Apilius."

The remaining Magic Potions for the team were almost accounted for, and Miss Nora, the scribe, was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Before collecting the Magic Potions, of course, came the routine daily training.

The end of the civil war meant that the game’s second expansion pack, "Divine Luo Civil War," also came to an end, leaving a short weed-growing period for the players, but not for long. Aske needed to make the most of every minute and second to give the team extensive combat training in firearms.

This time, Miel was not allowed to handle the guns; he took aim and fired himself—the bullets were still the fragrant, explosive type, which did not cause much harm to the girls with an average level above 7, but the smell inside would make the shot feel despair.

So, run all you want, little lambs.

Solomon City, the ancient Pantheon.

After the Magic Tide, the urgent work of civilization restoration remained, with mechanical column boards of several tens of kilometers carefully being inserted into the Civilization Restorer.

"Data has been recovered by 25%," the research staff reported carefully to the Pope.

"Hurry up," Innocent said indifferently, "You’re 12 seconds slower than the scheduled drill plan."

"Yes," the research staff hurried down to relay the Pope’s decree to Bishop Schrank, who was stationed on-site.

Bishop Schrank nodded in the direction of the command platform where the Holy See was located and then walked over to the Civilization Restorer, reminding the scientists operating the feeder to slightly adjust and speed up the feed rate.

Then he lowered his head, clenched his fist to his mouth, and coughed a few times.

Fists covered in splotches of blood, like winter plums.

Then, Bishop Schrank suddenly lifted his head, his neck flipping backwards in an exaggerated, non-human 270 degrees, directing his gaze toward Pope Innocent, revealing an extremely sinister smile.

"Boom!!!!"

Nearby bishops quickly tackled the unsuspecting Pope to the ground, while a horrific explosion occurred at the scene below.

It was not a gunpowder explosion, but rather Bishop Schrank himself exploding, his crimson flesh shooting in all directions. Whether it was the floor, the walls, the other researchers, or the nearby Civilization Restorer and Mechanical Column Board, all surfaces hit by the flesh instantly became indented.

This flesh exhibited terrifyingly high corrosiveness.

"I’m fine! I’m fine!" Pope Innocent struggled out from under the bishops, screaming with all his might, "Quick, save the Civilization Restorer!"

A team of Temple Knights deployed outside immediately rushed to the scene, pulling out high-pressure hoses from the firefighting inlets and quickly diluting the bloodstains on the surface of the Civilization Restorer.

More precisely, on the surface of the remnants of the Civilization Restorer. The huge machine that originally occupied 840 square meters, had its middle third eroded away by the tainted blood, leaving behind a massive and frightening gap.

Researchers who had been splashed with the tainted blood continued to wail, rushing toward the water jets sprayed by the Temple Knights. The majority collapsed to the ground while running and stopped breathing; only a few made it to the water’s stream in time, washing away the highly corrosive liquid on their bodies, leaving behind pockmarked clothing and the sight of their hideously damaged skin underneath.

The remaining lucky ones who survived the ordeal, now could hardly pay attention to the tragic state of their injured colleagues. Instead, they stared blankly at the gap in the Civilization Restorer, faces as if they had fallen into an icy crevasse.

The Civilization Restorer, the beacon of hope for scientific civilization, just like that...

Destroyed?

"Do your best to repair the machine," Innocent said slowly as he stood up, his face showing no sign of despair, speaking to the bishops beside him who were stunned as wooden chickens, "Salvage what can be salvaged. Also, send for Rockinus immediately."

Pope Innocent walked away from the scene with slow steps, his silhouette seeming to have aged decades in an instant.

Another team of Temple Knights hurried to the Solomon City district. Half an hour later, in a luxurious estate by the Tiber River, they found the body of Cardinal Rockinus, who headed the Church’s software engineering department, collapsed in his own bedroom.

Three hours later, the bodies of three PhD students and six Masters students from the project team led by Rockinus were found scattered throughout the city.

The next day, Ratlan Palace, the Cardinal Council meeting.

"This is premeditated mass murder, aimed at eliminating all the clergy able to repair the Civilization Restorer!" one Cardinal said, "I propose that the Judgement Court immediately commence an investigation into this high-level case and capture the suspects as swiftly as possible. Otherwise, even if the Civilization Restorer is repaired, there is still the risk of being targeted and damaged again."

"Half of the Judgement Court’s criminal investigation personnel are Synthetic Humans," another Cardinal sighed, "Now they are all lying in a storage unable to move, and the few hands we have are already overwhelmed just maintaining order within the city."

"Perhaps we could hire private detectives from the city?" someone suggested.

"Oppose. If we hire outsiders, how can we maintain the confidentiality of this matter?" The suggestion immediately met with opposition from most of the bishops.

"Confidentiality?" the suggesting bishop laughed coldly, "The Anti-Christ managed to elude the eyes of you, me, and even Raphael, directly corroding Bishop Schrank. Are you still clinging to confidentiality protocols at this late stage? If the enemy wished, the matter of the Civilization Restorer’s damage would probably be known throughout Solomon City by now!"

"Even so, we could still suppress public opinion under the guise of rumor. But if we leak this matter internally, the subsequent maintenance of order will inevitably be more troublesome."

The Cardinals were in an uproar, while Pope Innocent stood up again and walked toward the outside of the room.

"Holy See?" Bishop Valian, who was nearest to the main door, noticed the Pope’s early departure.

"Would you accompany me for a walk, Your Excellency Valian?" Innocent turned his body slightly, extending an invitation for a stroll to the young current head of the Lixini Family.

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