Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 399 - 14 The Real Devil

The soldiers lined up and walked along the mountain path.

Beside a narrow pass, Purgatory’s Jailers had already set up a life-sized device.

This Bloodline Detection Device, hastily manufactured based on existing blueprints after the end of the Magic Tide, even its internal chips were specially designed for simple mass production. Each time someone passed by, the device would emit a "bang" as if fireworks were exploding.

"Human, male."

"Transcendent, male."

"Human, male."

Next to the device, the Purgatory’s Jailer Priests announced each bloodline result in a mechanical and lazy tone.

Of course, although the majority of the Imperial Army were Lv.0 pure humans, there were also quite a few Transcendents, which no longer surprised anyone.

These days, due to all sorts of reasons, many had consumed a Magic Potion once or twice. After all, who wouldn’t find something alluring that could enhance one’s strength rapidly and indirectly prolong life, even if it only slightly reduced the chance of reproductive success?

Members of The Azure Longsword Mercenary Corps were naturally in the lineup, seeing the bulky device ahead and the Priest operating it next to it.

Purgatory’s Jailers? How did they arrive so quickly? We just encountered Devils in the early morning, and by noon, these guys had already rushed over?

In the original game world, Purgatory’s Jailers were derogatively known by players as "watchdogs," an extremely troublesome and rabid organization, whose aggressiveness and madness were comparable to the Pure Blood Monastery.

"Medea, step aside for now," Aske instructed.

"Okay," Medea naturally knew how troublesome the Purgatory’s Jailers were and planned to quietly leave.

However, as soon as she took half a step away from the group, the opposite device began to buzz and scream urgently.

The faces of the Purgatory’s Jailers Knights next to the device changed dramatically, as they drew their swords and rapidly scanned their surroundings.

Then, their gaze quickly landed on Medea. It couldn’t be helped, her burgundy hair was too conspicuous, standing out like a crane among chickens in a crowd.

Without the slightest hesitation, three Purgatory’s Jailers lunged forward like lightning. Knight Captain Anton led the charge from the left, slashing towards her calves; another circled from the right, subtly blocking her retreat; the third drew a handgun and fired several shots at her head and chest.

If it had been the old Medea, she would have panicked in the face of such an encirclement. But having been tormented by Aske for half a year, her body moved reflexively.

She predicted and evaded the bullets to her left while activating her Desire Ability to disturb the shooting. The gun-wielding knight tried to fire again, but suddenly saw stars, his blood boiled as if he were a rutting stag, completely losing his rationality.

She stepped to the left again, and Knight Captain Anton, who had struck with a sword from the right, found himself slicing air. The knight trying to block her from the left couldn’t draw his sword in time and had to punch her in the chest.

Medea punched back, her delicate white arm appearing as fragile as an egg hitting a stone in front of the knight’s steel-clad fist.

Their fists collided, and as expected, she faltered first from the pain and retreated a step, but a fiery serpent suddenly emerged from the impact, swirling around the Purgatory’s Jailer Knight’s arm and instantly surging towards his face, gathering, compressing, then exploding.

At such close range, the explosion was unavoidable, and it blasted directly into the knight’s face beneath his helmet. When the smoke cleared, nearly half of his cheek was a bloody, indistinguishable mess.

"Roberto!" Seeing their comrade’s sorry state, the other Purgatory’s Jailers Knights roared in anger. Knight Captain Anton surged forward with a burst of strength, his longsword cleaving directly towards Medea’s head.

Then came a loud clang, and his downward slash was blocked by Aske’s longsword.

Star Nine Forms. Burning Heart.

"Can’t we talk this out?" Aske said with a smile, while Anton vibrated his longsword, skillfully using the intricate Italian swordsmanship to shake off Aske’s longsword. He was about to thrust again when suddenly his mind went blank.

Huh? What was I doing again?

He stood in place, puzzled, and the watching Dragon of Imagination, Bruno, also exclaimed with a slight frown forming on his forehead.

The audacious behavior of the Purgatory’s Jailers who didn’t hesitate to kill as soon as they found a suspect in the military startled and angered Bruno as well.

However, considering last night’s mutant had been rather strange, his movement to intervene was a half beat too slow—he let the Purgatory’s Jailers take their shot first to see what these suspects were made of.

The moment Aske parried the Longsword, Bruno’s spirituality clearly sensed that something was being cut away from this Prison Watcher Knight Captain.

It wasn’t something physical, but rather something on the level of the Mind Body.

To be exact, it was the thought of launching an attack.

Antonio appeared confused for a moment, then his mental logic circuit quickly ran through the sequence again:

Instrument detected an Enchanting Demon → My task is to kill the Enchanting Demon → This person is blocking my task → I must attack this person.

Thus, the killing intent and inclination to attack rose from the depths again, and the fooled Knight Captain raised his Longsword once more, lunging toward Aske and Medea.

Aske raised his sword to meet the attack, and in the moment the swords crossed, Antonio was once again dumbstruck, his expression blank.

This time, Bruno could confirm that the Knight Captain’s killing intent had indeed been sliced away the moment Aske swung his Longsword.

Humans, beings of complex thought, are driven mostly by motives which are generated by a complete logical circuit. The process from the logical circuit to motive generation and then to action execution is a complete chain of psychological behavior.

Once the chain breaks at the link of "motive," then the subsequent actions naturally can’t be carried out, as if someone was about to do something then suddenly and inexplicably forgot all about it.

Just like this Prison Watcher Knight Captain now, with his blank and confused expression, utterly at a loss.

It wasn’t until he reviewed his thoughts and reorganized what he was supposed to do that he suddenly felt a surge of unknown fear and trepidation, pulling back his Longsword into a defensive stance, unsure of what to do next.

"Enough!" Bruno shouted sternly, "Do you Purgatory’s Jailers intend to declare all-out war against the Empire?!"

"Heretic demons must be slain by everyone," Antonio said coldly, "Is the Empire suggesting that it wants to openly declare its protection of devils?"

"What does a devil have to do with my comrade?" Aske asked with a frown.

"Your comrade’s body harbors the bloodline of a devil!" Antonio shouted loudly.

"So, Your Majesty also has Dragon Blood, are you going to claim that His Majesty is a Giant Dragon and not human?" Aske retorted.

As everyone knew, Emperor Otto of the Saxon Family wielded the Magic Potion of the "Giant Dragon" sequence, so it was not wrong to say that he had "Giant Dragon" bloodline.

However, as the emperor of a mortal Empire, Emperor Otto undeniably and necessarily had to be "human" and not a "Giant Dragon," which was also a form of political correctness for the Divine Luo Empire. If Antonio let slip even half a "yes" from his lips, then the Purgatory’s Jailers would not live to leave from under the Imperial Army’s watch.

This experienced Prison Watcher Knight Captain almost instantly saw through the opponent’s malicious intent.

It was impossible to declare that the emperor was a Giant Dragon, but if the emperor with "Giant Dragon" bloodline wasn’t a dragon, then did that make Medea with "Enchanting Demon" bloodline an Enchanting Demon? Playing double standards like this in front of everyone was too rough and utterly unpersuasive.

Antonio was left speechless, his Longsword trembling with indignation, only to hear the approaching Prison Watcher Priest suddenly say:

"The Saxon Family of His Majesty the Emperor obtained their Dragon Blood from a potion named after the ’Giant Dragon’; it can be considered an exogenous bloodline."

"However, there is no potion named ’Enchanting Demon’ corresponding to such a bloodline; instead, it’s composed of a combination of other types of Magic Potions."

"The specific combination of potions is almost entirely in the hands of the Enchanting Demon Queen, Cornelius Pella, and only her direct descendants have the chance to gain knowledge of the bloodline combination. Therefore, this red-haired lady is inevitably a direct descendant of the Enchanting Demon Queen."

"Which means she is a true devil."

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