Chapter 436: Chapter 51 The Revengeful Demigod

“How come you suddenly think of practicing with me?” Aske horizontally blocked with his longsword, parrying Eleanor’s longsword.

“I’m very annoyed,” the golden-haired knight complained.

“Got relatives visiting?” Aske joked.

“Shut up,” Eleanor rebuked as a white light representing her Will rapidly flashed around her, and her longsword heavily slashed down on Aske’s weapon. The white light attached to the blade shook violently like waves.

It didn’t dissipate, but it was too soft to increase the attack power.

“Ouch, not bad,” Aske said with a smile. “Your studies on the Holy Sword have improved after your Bloodline Completion, huh?”

“That’s thanks to ‘Will IV’, not me,” Eleanor quickly thrust three times like lightning.

“That sounds quite perplexing. Aren’t the Magic Potions you’ve assimilated a part of your strength?” Aske parried her rapid thrusts and suddenly swung his longsword quickly, deflecting the bullet that was shot at his chest. Eleanor had drawn her handgun at some point, and its muzzle was still emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

“As expected, you blocked it,” Eleanor put away her handgun.

“Not bad, you’ve already mastered the essence of the Wename Style,” Aske nodded and said.

“What does that have to do with the Wename Style?” Eleanor asked, puzzled, then shook her head. “Aske, I have sensed the Ritual Task for the Will Law.”

“Really? When?”

“This morning, at the trench exit. Didn’t I say ‘they shouldn’t have sent ordinary people to the battlefield’?” Eleanor shrugged her shoulders. “I sensed it at that moment.”

Aske muttered to himself and thought that Eleanor’s clear-cut character seemed to actually help her sense and comprehend Laws—simple-minded people have the advantage in this area.

“So, what exactly is the task?”

“Find out deep in my heart what I truly want to fight for,” Eleanor said with a troubled expression.

Aske: ……….

Are you sure that’s a Ritual Task and not a philosophical essay topic?

But this is indeed a classic “Eleanor-style task.” You really live up to your name, Eleanor!

This is something I truly can’t help you with.

After hearing Aske’s reply, Eleanor was somewhat disappointed, but she wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity. So she quickly resumed practicing her swordsmanship.

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Rewinding time back half a day, on the northern coast of the Adriatic Sea in the reed beds of the Saltwater Swamp, suddenly a pair of arms emerged from under the water, grabbing the bank with force.

Gaius climbed ashore, wet all over, lying on the ground and breathing slowly. Now that he had left the range of the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field, his nearly depleted Spirituality was rapidly recovering.

My brother…

The thought of his Demigod brother imprisoned in Venice’s underground dungeons made his face grimace horribly.

I will save you, but… first, I must take Revenge on those people.

The Pure Blood Monastery’s creed: blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

He sat up halfway, his flesh on his body trembled and heated, quickly drying his soaking wet clothes, and the images of Aske and the other girls came to mind once again.

The Anti-Demon Magnetic Field is a device that consumes a lot of power; it couldn’t possibly be on every day of the year.

These enemies… There will always be an opportunity for me to strike.

A cold, blood-red intent gradually emerged from the depths of his eyes when he suddenly heard voices conversing in the distance:

“… Can you confirm?”

“No mistake. Aske Lepeios Achilles, the mercenary leader from Constantinople, has close ties with the Weisbach family and Lysine.”

“Why would they congregate in this small Mercenary Group? Could it be…”

“They might not necessarily have any connection with the Devil. Rather, it’s more likely that the Devil has lured them in.”

“After all, it’s an Enchanting Demon. What did the report to headquarters say?”

“Don’t mention them, we only execute Devils, not interfere in mortal politics. Of course, if that young Squad Leader has consorted with an Enchanting Demon…”

“First, we need to figure out what they’ve been up to in Venice. If we discover that someone high-ranking has indeed been charmed by a Devil, we can seek assistance from Venice’s side and then use that to warn and persuade the Emperor…”

The voices discussed sporadically, and Gaius could faintly catch a few words, which was enough to completely confirm the identities of these people.

Purgatory’s Jailer, an organization with extreme hatred for Devils. Because of their relationship with the Night Watchman, they aren’t too friendly towards Transcendents of the Undead System either, however…

“Perhaps I have an easier way to help you, so you needn’t bother seeking assistance from Venice, or vainly attempt to convince that suspicious Emperor. You can preemptively kill off the squad that houses the Devil.” He strolled out casually, blocking the path of the Purgatory’s Jailer’s squad, and elegantly said.

“Who are you? An Undead Spirit?” Faced with this guy who suddenly appeared and claimed he could help them, Purgatory’s Jailer was immediately on high alert.

“I am someone who can help you.” Gaius said, with a sinister smile, lightly licking his crimson lips.

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Inside Fire Island.

Aske inspected the training once more and noticed that nearly everyone in the team had significantly improved in combat strength.

The recent frequent battles with the Temple Knights were as common as the earlier defense of Innsbruck, the pressure on the battlefield was even more intense.

Pressure indeed is the best catalyst for the growth of the young.

The most improvement was seen in Peggy, Mia, and Miel. Under the repeated hammering of high stress and chaotic situations, their reaction times and tactical sensibility had greatly enhanced.

By professional standards, if the others were merely substitutes warming the bench, then these three girls had at least gained the capability to leave the bench and enter into the regular combat Sequence.

Sometimes Aske would fantasize if he could bring them back to reality to form a gaming team, what a sight that would be?

The clubs would probably be swarmed by journalists. Beautiful players were common, top-tier players who played well were few, and female players who were both beautiful and skilled were absolutely rare!

Of course, these were just thoughts.

If one were to talk about technological limits, this world was incomparable to Earth; if he really could travel freely between the two worlds, then from the perspective of the people here, that world was so lacking in Magic Power (Level Limit was 0) and so technologically backward, they had not even figured out nuclear fusion; indeed, it held no allure at all.

Not to mention, he was now a Transcendent himself. Why wouldn’t he choose to stay in this world with the Magic Tide to prolong his life? If it wasn’t for making money, who would want to live the bitter life of a professional player, training 12 hours a day, with the constant risk of sudden death?

“Hey, what are you doing!” Someone slapped his head from behind, waking Aske from his boundless musings.

It was Peggy again.

Aske realized that Peggy had been particularly lively lately, talking more than usual and fond of getting touchy-feely with the Squad Leader, almost as if she was adopting Mia’s quirky personality. But considering Mia was younger than Peggy, this tendency was extremely strange.

Hmm, could it be some kind of juvenile contagion?

“I always feel like you’re thinking about something mean,” Peggy said, hands on her hips.

“Don’t speculate about me. Have you finished today’s training?” Aske asked sternly.

“I have, long ago,” Peggy pouted, didn’t you even care enough to check if I had finished my training?

But she soon became a bit uneasy, nervously twirling her fingers inside her sleeves and cautiously said,

“Um, Aske, there’s something I want to tell you…”

“What is it? You can tell me now,” Aske said.

“Come to the alchemy workshop tonight,” Peggy whispered, “There’s something I want to show you.”

“Not tonight,” Aske refused, “I’m a bit busy.”

“What are you busy with!?” Peggy’s ears perked up immediately, suspiciously asking, “Who are you meeting with? Who? Who got ahead of me…”

Before she could bare her teeth in anger, Aske gave her head a knock:

“All you ever think about is nonsense! I’m just going to take care of some private matters, that’s all. You better sleep tight tonight and don’t go out causing trouble, got it?”

“Got it,” Peggy sulked, but her eyes darted around shrewdly, clearly scheming something.