Chapter 3581
In the Name of the Invincible Trajan
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"For Trajan! Invincible Trajan!" Seeing the attitude and heroic bearing displayed by his emperor, Camillo brandished his lance and roared with all his might, "Victory belongs to Rome forever, to Trajan forever!"
After roaring, Camillo, along with the soldiers around him, responded to Trajan's orders and continued the attack.
He glanced at Camillo's Atlatomé, then withdrew his gaze and led the entire Parthian Cavalry in an attack.
There's no turning back now; the outcome is still uncertain!
"Come on, let's see if you can seize this opportunity!" Trajan looked up at the sky, watching the ball lightning grow brighter and more threatening. There was no fear in his eyes. He simply looked at Atalanta with an extremely calm gaze and waited quietly.
They await both the rejection from this world and the next move from Atlas.
The wait didn't last long. The bright ball lightning in the sky, as if affected by the surrounding environment, gradually dimmed and moved closer to black.
"The heavens and earth have rejected and canceled it out?" Benito's brows relaxed upon seeing this.
If, as he imagined, the repulsion between heaven and earth would be canceled under the suppression of the army's cloud aura, then there would be corresponding means and measures to deal with the deceased.
Whether facing Trajan or Caesar, they now have the qualifications and opportunity to continue the discussion.
“This atmosphere and danger…” Caesar, who could also sense the threat and danger emanating from the lightning in the sky, spoke with no joy or pleasure, only worry.
He was worried about Trajan, who was at the forefront, and he was also worried about himself at this moment.
If Trajan, who possessed the destiny of an emperor, commanded an army, and could even wield a portion of the will of the Roman Empire, still could not resist the repulsion of heaven and earth despite these advantages, then the means he could take were very limited.
And indeed, it was much as Caesar had imagined. The ball lightning in the sky, gradually transforming into darkness, conveyed a threat that even Trajan, a man who had seen much of the world, felt—a sense of rejection from the living towards the dead.
This feeling didn't last long before things changed.
The black ball lightning that had been accumulating in the sky for a long time seemed to have gathered its destructive power, carrying an aura of destruction, and launched a devastating attack on its pre-locked target.
Trajan, who was also commanding several legions around him, drew upon a large amount of power and accumulated it in advance before the black ball lightning struck, as if he had already prepared to deal with the ball lightning.
Atlatomé saw through Trajan's series of tactics and understood them perfectly.
Faced with this pure force of rejection from the world, one must either avoid it or confront it.
How could Trajan, possessing power beyond the limits of the world and such a great historical status, possibly choose to flee in disgrace? Or even flee in front of the legion he himself founded?
When escape is no longer an option, then there is only one choice left: to fight back. Only by using sufficient power to resist the world's rejection can one continue to survive.
"How could I let you succeed?!" The moment the black ball of lightning struck, seeing the light bursting forth in Trajan's hand, Atlas immediately drew upon the Legion's soul power and locked his target onto Trajan.
In this attack, Camillo was no longer one of Atlatomé's chosen targets.
On the one hand, it takes a lot of concentrated power to achieve a decisive victory; on the other hand, Camillo's injuries at this time are being sustained entirely by his secret techniques.
Once the secret technique fades, even someone as powerful as Camillo, with exceptionally good luck, might be able to survive and return to the battlefield. Even then, it's likely he'd have little to do with the battlefield afterward.
If one is even slightly unlucky, the war will end and they will be on their way home.
Because she understood her own attacks and the damage her opponent was suffering, Atlas Tomé did not focus too much attention on her opponent and waste her own power.
It can be said that after targeting Trajan, even the Parthian Empire, whose power was almost gone, did its utmost to help, strengthen, and lock onto its opponent.
The Parthian Empire's hatred for Trajan was etched into the very will of the Parthian Empire from the moment of its birth.
“So, die!” Feeling the power of the bow and arrow in his hand, Atlas looked directly at Trajan with a calm gaze, and stated it as if describing a fact with a hint of respect.
"Just as I thought!" Ignoring the black ball of lightning about to fall from the sky, Trajan laughed as he watched Atlatomé draw his bow and nock an arrow. He didn't reply or mock him immediately, but instead glanced at his legion commander, Camillo.
Time was running out. Even the legion he had created was beyond his ability to fully recover without its core.
Even if one possesses explosive power that surpasses the world's upper limit, such power is ultimately finite.
"General Camillo, you are a worthy general!" Trajan said in an extremely calm tone, finally fixing his gaze on Camillo. "In the name of the invincible Trajan, win victory for Rome!"
Even though the distance was relatively far, Camillo, who was still on the charge, seemed to hear a message coming from behind him. He then turned around and saw Trajan's hand gesture.
Following this action came a series of black ball lightning strikes, and Atlas Mena's attacks imbued with the will of the Legion and the will of the Empire.
He did not use his power to fight against the black ball lightning in the sky, nor did he use his power to block the deadly arrows shot by Atlastomé.
Trajan, the former Roman emperor who created the Second Trajan Legion, under these circumstances, directly threw the forces he had already prepared at Atlastomé.
"This is... a counterattack?" The attack, which occurred within a breath or two, showed no actual collision but rather a shift in force that rapidly moved towards their side.
In such a short time, even Atlas Tomé couldn't possibly command his army to evade this pre-planned attack. (End of Chapter)