Chapter 137 Counterattack
◎The torch extinguished the moonlight, and the lava-like pupils burned brightly.◎
So cold...
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Melia rubbed the quilt in confusion. This touch...
"Hmm?" Alexandra opened her eyes, and two ice-blue dots lit up in the darkness. She raised her arms and rubbed her lover's long black hair.
There was a faint light coming through the glass windows, and the stars hung in the sky forever, but the sun was leaking an arc of light on the other side.
The two of them snuggled in silence. Melia rolled up more quilts. Alexandra glanced sideways and covered her with all the quilts that had slipped from the foot of the bed, piling them into a high ball.
After a brief moment of tenderness, Alexandra walked across the carpet toward the door. A faint glow of magic flickered across her limbs, and a crown and armor instantly enveloped her body.
"I'm going to take care of something first. There's food in the room, so don't go out."
"Dealing with what?"
Melia jumped up, pushed the quilt aside, and chased after her: "Elena, let me go with you."
“…” Alexandra frowned and gently shook her arms away.
"Take me there, take me there~" Melia circled around her persistently, like a stubborn kitten.
Forget it, slowly lower your raised hand. No matter what happened yesterday, you refused to change your mind. Let's not waste time today.
Alexandra easily pushed Melia aside, hugged her waist and placed her on a stool. "Stay here until everything calms down."
"What do you mean everything is settled?" His fingers gripped the armor tightly, unwilling to let go.
After a moment's silence, Alexandra pulled Melia's fingers away and hurried out. "There are too many humans. As soon as the number of humans decreases, magic will return. Don't worry, you'll survive, I'm here."
Bang! Melia threw herself against the door. It clicked, and it was locked.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and she angrily punched the door: "Ah! This is the kind of attention you guys are giving!"
It turns out that the goblins want to return to the main world, so they try every possible means to kill humans. This way, they can sacrifice human souls to cast magic, reduce their numbers, and allow magic power to return.
Although she didn't understand how the queen wanted to achieve this goal, she had to stop the fairies' plan: just like dominoes, she had to be careful and careful when setting up the dominoes in the room so as not to alarm anyone.
But as soon as the card array is completed, the Fairy Queen pushes it lightly with her fingertips - and the magic of destruction instantly sweeps across the world.
Melia rubbed her wrists and jumped onto the bed, trying to touch the hollow window on the ceiling: "No, it's too far away. The roof material is not right, I might fall through."
He rushed to the window and banged on it, knocking it open a crack and looking down. It must be at least dozens of meters above the ground.
She paced back and forth angrily, and suddenly stopped: Wait, the Queen has taken out the soul, so I can turn into a cat?
Melia changed instantly, her eyes closed. Her long black hair and fingers trembled slightly, and her body gradually blurred and shrank... With a snap, a snow-white cat rolled onto the carpet.
Whoosh—bang.
Her little head slammed hard against the door, flattening it flat. Luckily, it was a cat, shaking its head and continuing to squeeze: "Forget the keyhole, there's always a crack in the door, right?" She tentatively stretched out her little paw. It was safe; the crack was wide enough for her to poke through.
Next are the whiskers. I heard that cats use their whiskers to explore holes. If the whiskers can get out, the cat can get out.
Melia tried to move her beard horizontally and vertically, but the tip of her beard kept hitting something and getting deflated. It seemed that the height was not enough.
No, we can't give up. Elena didn't leave a cat hole. This is our only chance.
Cats are liquid, there's no crack they can't get through... Hey—I, I'm in an invincible, invincible soul state now...
The cat's head was stuck in the crack of the door, squeezing out little by little, puff.
If there were a cervical vertebra, it would definitely be broken. Fortunately, the soul was a real soul. Under the power of belief, Melia slowly squeezed into a cat pancake and floated slowly into the corridor.
Success, I'm free~
The cat inflated instantly and took off by catapulting onto the carpet - run, run, run to the place where the magic power is weak, or find the clues if you really can't!
The carpet rubbed against the cat's paws, and she rubbed her belly against the ground as she crawled. She crept past the bronze statues and around the corners, and sure enough, there wasn't a single guard. The walls were translucent, creating a mirror effect that made the area appear spacious, even though it wasn't actually that large.
Transparency also has its advantages. Except for the areas behind iron and wooden doors, all rooms are clearly visible.
Bookcases, food storage, weapon racks, jewelry, gold coins... everything except living people.
The cat flew back and forth like a sweeping robot, from the balcony to the basement, and finally stopped suddenly near the toilet: Wait, why do I see something familiar?
You can't say things, you should say... familiar unicorns.
There is nothing wrong with a unicorn faucet embedded in the washbasin: after all, the surrounding decoration style is so gorgeous, it is normal to install a golden unicorn.
[Do fairies like unicorns?] The answer is of course no.
Elena is a typical pragmatist. She would never use creative polygons if she could use squares or circles. Her wardrobe must be able to store a large amount of clothes, and she cannot add candlesticks with unclear meaning inside.
The furnishings of this castle are closer to the fairy aesthetic, with vines and pendants everywhere in the crystal castle.
This unicorn faucet must have been put there by a fairy.
This is the only decoration with unicorn elements around, and it looks out of place no matter how you look at it.
The cat's paw gently pressed on the beast's head and spun it around.
…
Boom, boom, the guards lit torches and the city of Rome was brightly lit.
Marcus squeezed the horse's belly nervously. He felt a dull pain in his abdomen and couldn't help but turn sideways to seek someone's advice, but Sura was obviously not there.
"Your Highness, your chance is short."
"Huh... Is this a good opportunity to take action?" He muttered to himself with his head down. The adjutant heard the noise but didn't dare to say anything.
Who can guarantee that? Elena has been out with her troops to support the First and Second Legions for so long, and she must be in a tough fight. If we really want to do something, we should act now instead of waiting for her to return.
"Hiss..." Marcus took a deep breath to make the noise in his head disappear quickly.
I am also Caesar's child, with the blood of heroes running through my veins. I am a natural born general. After repeated hints, my shoulders slowly relaxed.
"Follow my orders!" He sat on his horse, his face stern, unconsciously imitating Elena's expression: "Those rebels are very relaxed now. They are stationed at the city gate. The city guards are Elena's people, but all the private armies in the city support me!"
This wasn't entirely true; only the elders who supported him provided assistance, along with armed slaves personally sponsored by Sulla. Their combat effectiveness was questionable, but fortunately, most of the people Elena left behind were new recruits.
The veterans who had truly followed Caesar on his campaigns were all in the First and Second Legions, and it was unclear who they would side with. Most likely, they would side with whoever won.
"We must immediately scatter the city guards, charge up the tower, and seize the advantageous position!"
Elena guessed they were locked in a stalemate with the Persians. The Persian main force hadn't come to harass them in recent days, and the new recruits stationed there had clearly relaxed considerably.
"Your Highness," the deputy reminded softly, "Lord Sura has instructed us to remember to dispose of Melia's assets."
"Oh, yes."
Marcus didn't understand why Sulla was so obsessed with Melia. Was he really as righteous as he said? ["She is Elena's most loyal and powerful supporter. Her followers must be eliminated."]
Even though the spies insisted that Melia was not in the city, Sulla insisted on sabotaging it. ["Your Highness, destroying her slaves and minions will benefit everyone."]
Was it really just a personal vendetta? He didn't see any threat from a wealthy man who was busy making money. Once Elena died, this fence-sitter would definitely come around.
But since it's Sulla's request, let's do it. Subduing Muro will have the same effect.
After figuring this out, he gave new orders, "Pass the word down. First, go to the residential area and burn down the Melia family's house. Then, advance through the commercial district and defeat the city guards!"
The response was short and powerful, and the fire in the heart was extremely hot.
When the sound of horse hooves begins, everything is irreversible - he will raise the knife to slaughter his own people. There is no other way, there is only one emperor, and anyone who supports Elena must die.
Horses shuttled through the night and people closed their windows.
Are the Persians attacking? Is His Highness going to bring troops to support them?
Torches illuminated the buildings one by one, and the doors of Melia's villa were tightly closed. Tsk, just get a few torches and throw them up there, how can the people inside escape?
Considering the importance of Sulla, Marcus reluctantly dismounted: "Kick him off."
Boom! The door flew open, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Where are the people?
"Look around, is there anyone inside?"
Upon hearing the order, the soldiers scattered and soon began to rummage through the drawers and cabinets without restraint: Hey, look at this cold stove and pot, even the golden bell has been taken away, there must be no one here.
A weak voice came from the team: "The Melia family's store closed half a month ago. Could they have moved away?"
"Move away? Where?"
"have no idea."
Marcus suddenly found the situation quite comical. Was Melia being foolish again? Her business was flourishing, so why would she abandon her house? With all the chaos and war going on, could she just move her people underground?
"Light a fire! Forget it... the house is nice, let's keep it for now if no one is there. Let's leave quickly, the city gate is important."
"yes!"
The small setback slightly lowered morale, but Marcus got back on his horse and calmed himself down.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of horse hooves became more and more urgent, just like the moon in the sky - today is a full moon, and the archers can clearly see the bottom of the city wall. Even the moon god is supporting my actions.
Yes, after all, I am the legitimate heir.
The city gate was getting closer and closer.
There were a few more guards guarding the tower than usual, from a dozen to twenty or thirty. Were they gathering? The archers on the tower were a little trickier, but not a big problem.
“Archery!”
At the command, the prepared archers immediately shot their arrows, shooting down two city guards.
These people are rare elites, what a pity, who told you to support Elena?
Rumble, rumble. The sound of a crankshaft interrupted his smile: Who, who is opening the city gate? Impossible, the garrison troops are clearly stationed several miles away!
Don't be nervous, maybe some noble returning from hunting late will yell to open the city gates...
The city gate was completely opened, and Ronnie's mountain-like body appeared in front of him, followed by hundreds of fully armed cavalrymen.
Marcus's hair stood on end, and he asked tremblingly, "What are you doing?! Bringing guards into the city so late at night, are you..."
Ronnie raised her eyebrows in surprise, noticing Ophelia crying behind her: "What are you talking about? Her Royal Highness has finally come back, so of course we have to escort her well."
Ophelia?! Why is she here?
Without waiting for Marcus to calm down, Ophelia rolled off the horse, howling, and stumbled over: "Brother, Brother Marcus... The Huns, the Huns are all bastards. The Hun king humiliated me and said, he wanted to make me his concubine!"
How could a Roman princess endure such injustice? She looked at Marcus with hope, hoping that her brother would help her speak up, or even better, write a letter to rebuke the Hun king. So what if he was handsome? The Huns were just lowly barbarians, not even a fraction of a Roman's little toe.
Idiot! How dare you provoke the Huns at this time?
Marcus wanted to curse, but the barefoot Huns were not afraid of those wearing shoes. They didn't even need to ally with Persia. They could just harass you on the border and see who would have a headache.
"Your Highness Marcus."
"Shut up!" Which blind soldier? Marcus shouted, "I'm talking to my sister."
"City guard." Ronnie slowly drew her sword. "The guard who died by the tower, are they related to you?"
Torches extinguished the moonlight, and lava-like pupils burned brightly.
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Thanks to Lei Lei who pretends to be 1.7 meters tall and lies down, and nanaya_scarlet~
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