Chapter 3591
Taking a Gamble
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For the first time, Severus was surprised and even somewhat incredulous that he did not hear any absolute statements from Surinarari.
As Rome's top player, Sulinarari's strength is beyond doubt.
No matter who he faces, he has never failed in a one-on-one situation, even if the opponent is a god.
With such a terrifying record and combat power, how could it not be shocking that they couldn't give a clear answer after seeing their opponent?
“He’s no match for me. It’s just that it will be difficult to defeat him in a short time.” Noticing the surprise on Severus’s face, Sulinarari thought for a moment and then explained.
Ultimately, under the suppression of the army's cloud-like aura, the exertion of their respective strengths would still be limited.
Under these restrictions, the damage and output that can be inflicted on each other will be significantly reduced, while the armor and equipment each possesses will provide considerable leeway for mistakes.
Therefore, a battle that could have ended in a short time would actually last longer under the influence of the clouds.
"As long as we can take care of them." Having understood the meaning behind Sulinarari's words, Severus abandoned the idea of sending another expert to support Sulinarari.
Upon closer examination, this is indeed quite normal.
As Rome's top warrior, Sulinarari had no rivals, so how could he possibly encounter someone who surpassed him so easily? Especially not in the Parthian army!
Although Atlas Tomé's individual strength was quite good, there were more than a handful of masters in Rome who could reach that level.
Among this top group of people, Sulinarari is one of the most outstanding.
"After the fight, can I take the opponent's weapon?" Even though the battle hadn't started yet, Sulinarari had already assumed that she was the victor and began to directly inquire about the ownership of the spoils.
“No problem!” Severus agreed without hesitation when he heard that all he wanted was weapons.
In a competition between masters, the victor is entitled to the spoils of war, let alone the opponent's weapon.
"Then I'll go!" Upon hearing that his suggestion had been agreed to, Sulinarali lightly touched the ground with his toes and then instantly disappeared from the spot.
“That weapon is extraordinary!” After Sulinarali left, Platius looked at Sulinarali with an envious expression.
It's a pity he spoke too late, otherwise he would have had a chance to compete and maybe even win it.
"Unusual?" After hearing Platius say this, Severus, having finished directing the army's deployment and troop arrangement, became interested and inquired.
"Your Majesty is well aware of Sulinarari's strength, but besides his extremely powerful individual strength and terrifying supernatural abilities, Sulinarari also possesses incredibly formidable weapons, the envy of almost everyone..." Among the top experts in Rome, including Platius, who wouldn't envy or desire the weapons Sulinarari wields?
A weapon imbued with a spirit can significantly boost a warrior's morale and combat prowess.
Having a weapon imbued with spirit allows the user to experience a sense of perfect harmony with nature, as if the weapon were part of their own body.
However, after all these years, the only weapon in all of Rome that has given birth to a spirit has ever been the one in Sulinarali's possession. As Rome's most powerful warrior, and also possessing considerable political influence, it's impossible for anyone to obtain the corresponding holy spear from Sulinarali.
Now, on the battlefield, the Parthian master Atlatomé is wielding a spear that seems to possess a spirit within it, which is truly enviable.
As for the additional effects and abilities brought by the spirit of Atlas's spear, Atlas ultimately did not tell anyone else, but silently carried out the corresponding protection.
"Can a single weapon really achieve this level of capability?" Upon hearing this explanation and reasoning, Severus expressed his doubts.
“Each spirit is born in a different way and possesses different abilities, so it’s not surprising that it has this level of power.” Platius shook his head, a hint of a sigh in his voice.
Based solely on the information he had gathered and the current battlefield environment, Atalanta's spear was indeed terrifyingly powerful and provided considerable capabilities.
However, there was basically no significant improvement in the individual combat effectiveness of the generals.
But thinking about it, it makes sense; there's no such thing as a perfect spirit.
When Sulinarari chose to target Atlatomé, Severus commanded his three Royal Guard legions to move directly close in and forcefully ram and block Atlatomé's legions.
This was to buy time for the arrival of the Tenth Knight, and also to buy time for the Emperor's Guard and the Eleventh Legion.
"Come on, I'll give you a chance. Let's see if you kill me first, or if we kill Vologus V first." Severus drew his sword from his waist and planted it directly into the wooden board in front of him, speaking in an extremely loud voice.
Although he lacked profound internal energy and his voice didn't travel particularly far, Severus believed that Atlastomé could hear what he was saying.
In fact, Atlas did hear these words, saw Severus not far away, and saw the Roman soldiers blocking his way.
These Roman soldiers were indeed elite in terms of strength, but they were still quite far from reaching their level.
Looking back at Vologis V, and then at the Imperial Guard Corps beside him, as well as the Eleventh Legion, Atlatomé instinctively didn't want to gamble.
The Parthian Guard is, after all, a newly formed military force, and not even a purely combat-oriented one. How long can it hold out against two equally matched opponents with more combat experience and skills?
Within this timeframe, can he break through the defenses of Severus's Imperial Guard?
"Go for it!" Just as Atlas was beginning to hesitate, the goddess's command seemed to echo in her ears.
After taking a careful look back and seeing the Immortal Guard approaching V of Vologis, Atalanta instantly made up her mind.
For Parthia, for Vologius V, follow the choice in your heart!
"Kill!" Without wasting any time, Atalanta made up her mind, then spurred her horse, spear in hand, and charged straight toward Severus's location.
Breaking through Severus's Royal Guard's lines and forcing Severus to retreat, or even eliminating Severus outright, would bring this war to a close. (End of Chapter)