Chapter 14: Meteor Shower
Peggy opened her eyes again.
The ground… was shaking?
“You’re awake.” A male voice came from behind.
Peggy sat up and realized she was inside some kind of vehicle.
Through the open cabin door, she could see the distant mountains and valleys.
Was she… in the air?
“What, never seen a military helicopter before?” The male voice chuckled.
“Who are you?” Peggy looked up and saw the source of the voice, a young man sitting in the back of the helicopter.
He was wearing powered armor, but no helmet, revealing a pair of clear eyes.
“Insolent!” The knight beside him immediately rebuked. “Show some respect to His Highness!”
“It’s alright, Seleucus.” The young man said gently. “After all, she just woke up from a coma and doesn’t recognize me.”
“My name is Alexander, Prince of the Kingdom of Macedonia.” His tone was casual, as if saying “I’m just a worker.” “I’m currently helping my father quell the rebellion in the south.”
He sighed and continued, “Yes, we are currently on a military operation. And you suddenly appeared in my helicopter.”
Peggy was silent for a moment and whispered, “I don’t know why I’m here either.”
“Do you think we’ll believe your lies?” Knight Seleucus sneered. “Your Highness, this must be an assassin sent by Thebes to assassinate you…”
“If Thebes had the ability to make someone suddenly appear in my helicopter,” Alexander said, “then that person would have to be at least level 10 or above, specializing in solo combat, an assassin-type bloodline, such as a Spartan Weapon Master.”
“What’s the use of sending a level 2 little vampire? To mock me? At least have her wear a suicide vest. The Thebans aren’t that naive.”
“As for you, young lady,” Alexander looked down at her and said, “Although I believe you are harmless, it is wartime after all, and we must impose certain restrictions on your freedom.”
He spoke kindly, and Peggy suddenly felt as if her body didn’t belong to her anymore.
Her spirituality was imprisoned, and all her supernatural abilities were unusable. Her limbs also became unresponsive. Like a puppet, she walked to the back of the cabin and sat down in a seat.
A woman in an Athenian robe sat next to her, giving her a friendly and slightly apologetic smile.
A few minutes later, the helicopter suddenly started shaking violently.
“Your Highness…” Knight Seleucus was about to speak, but his gaze fell on Peggy sitting at the back, and he hesitated.
“Speak freely.” Alexander raised his hand. “She is safe for now.”
The woman in the robe also chuckled and said, “Don’t you trust my abilities, Knight?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Knight Seleucus pointed to the radar screen in the cabin and said seriously, “Look, the Siris army has fallen for the trap as you predicted. It’s time for us to act.”
“Wait a little longer.” Alexander said calmly. “According to my calculations, in about fifteen minutes, their right-wing cavalry will be completely separated from their left-wing air defense. That will be the time to strike.”
“Your Highness, being too outstanding on the battlefield is not a good thing for you.” Knight Seleucus said euphemistically.
Everyone in the cabin fell silent.
Peggy was confused, but Alexander understood Seleucus’s implication.
In fact, his relationship with his father, King Philip of Macedonia, was not very harmonious. If he showed too much military talent, he might be even more wary of him.
Knight Seleucus was advising him to hide his abilities.
“There’s no need for that.” Alexander shook his head after a long silence. “If the price of hiding my abilities is the unnecessary sacrifice of more of my subordinates, then I’d rather not be the commander of the left wing.”
Everyone in the cabin was speechless. Peggy rolled her eyes and saw the woman in the Athenian robe next to her put her hand on her forehead helplessly and sigh.
Prince Alexander was good in every way, always gentle to his friends and subordinates, and always courteous to women (this alone was better than most Macedonian nobles).
His only flaw was his pride.
Of course, with his background and talent, he did have the capital to be proud. But it wasn’t wise to have a strained relationship with King Philip just because of his temper.
Everyone stared at the radar screen in the cabin, the red and blue dots representing the enemy and their own forces entangled.
It could be seen that King Philip had ordered the right wing to retreat, thus luring the left wing of the Siris allied forces, led by Thebes, to pursue.
Because they had been pursuing for too long, they were clearly separated from the allied forces’ right wing – out of the firing range of the right wing’s mechanized troops.
Everything was as Prince Alexander had predicted.
“Companion Cavalry, prepare for battle.” Alexander stood up and said in a deep voice.
“Yes, sir!” The commanders of the various detachments responded quickly in the cabin and on the radio.
The helicopter formation began to descend, passing through the clouds that obscured their vision and quickly appearing on the battlefield.
The entangled left wing of the Siris allied forces below immediately showed signs of panic.
Before they could react, Alexander had already reached the cabin door, his hands outstretched towards the battlefield below.
From the sky, dense, fiery streaks descended.
A burning meteor shower covered the mechanized positions of the allied forces’ left wing in seconds.
First, a huge shockwave exploded, accompanied by flying mechanical debris and bloody limbs. Then came a thunderous explosion, dust and smoke rising nearly tens of meters high.
Finally, the low whistling sound of the meteor shower cutting through the sky arrived belatedly, as if playing a mournful dirge for these mechanical vehicles.
Alexander, at only 18 years old, was already a high-ranking Law Rank “Meteor Shower” Arcane Mage. With just one strike, he destroyed the air defense forces of the allied forces’ left wing.
Then it was time for the “Companions” to enter the stage. They jumped from the helicopter formation. Just as they were about to land, the high-ranking knight Ptolemy clenched his hand in mid-air.
Etherealization.
As one of the three high-ranking generals under Alexander, Knight Ptolemy was a Transcendental of the Undead bloodline, possessing the ability to transform his physical body into an ethereal form.
The powered armor landed with a loud crash, the buffer joints absorbing the impact on the armor itself, and the etherealization made the knights’ bodies briefly immune to the damage from the landing impact.
Following this divine tactic, the landed knights quickly launched their attack. With the fire support of the armed helicopter formation in the sky, they quickly completed the division, encirclement, and annihilation of the allied forces.
The overall situation was decided.
…
Asker carefully laid Peggy’s body on the ground.
Just now, Peggy’s body had suddenly gone limp, as if she had lost consciousness and collapsed.
After carefully checking with his spirituality, Asker found that her physical body was intact, and her spirit body was also normal, but her mental body…
Her mental body was gone.
If Medea were here, she might be able to use her psychic abilities to follow the trail and find some strange clues.
However, Asker, as a “Weapon Master” with a supernatural bloodline that focused on strengthening the physical body, knew nothing about the spiritual realm.
This was troublesome.
Just as he was frowning in thought, he suddenly noticed that the surroundings had become dark.
As a space overlapping with the Netherworld, the light here was already dim, and now it was pitch black.
Asker stood up, put one hand on his sword, held his breath, and calmly waited for the anomaly to come.
A few minutes later, two points of light appeared ahead.
The points of light grew closer and closer, and Asker saw that they were two glowing pupils.
It was a corpse, medium build, with glowing eyes, dry and wrinkled skin, and faint traces of medicinal corrosion. It walked over silently and eerily.
“Who?” Asker asked.
The corpse didn’t answer, but just drew the sword from its waist, its finger bones making a grating sound against the hilt.
Asker keenly noticed that its gaze was fixed on Peggy.
“I can’t give her to you.” Asker said calmly, picking up Peggy with his left hand and drawing his sword with his right hand.
The corpse’s jaw moved slightly, making obscure syllables.
Then its sword vibrated slightly, instantly splitting into three phantoms, rushing towards him from three directions!
The left phantom charged, its sword dragging on the right side of its body, ready to launch a waist-slashing attack.
The right phantom took an arc, also charging at high speed, its sword subtly held at its waist, making it impossible to predict its next move.
The middle phantom jumped high, its sword stabbing straight down.
Earth Splitter!
The sword pierced the ground, and an invisible shockwave exploded from it, sending surrounding gravel flying like bullets.
Earth Splitter? Asker understood.
This was a sword technique from the Meteor Sequence, incorporating gravity manipulation into swordsmanship. The identity of the newcomer was self-evident.
It was most likely Alexander’s own corpse.
He jumped on the spot with Peggy in one arm, perfectly avoiding the ground-level shockwave. His right-hand sword had already swung, slashing at the phantom charging from the left in mid-air.
The moment the two swords collided, Asker’s sword pressed down sharply, pinning the phantom’s sword to his shoulder. He used the force to flip directly behind the opponent.
At the same time, the phantom rushing from the right suddenly flicked its left hand, which was hidden under the hilt.
A stone.
In the Arcane School of the Second Age, a technique popular among Transcendents of the Meteor Sequence was to use readily available small stones, accelerating them with gravity and turning them into extremely destructive projectiles.
Asker’s aerial maneuver perfectly dodged this sneak attack projectile, and he had already flashed behind the phantom.
The phantom drew its sword and turned around, backhanding a stab from its waist.
As if he had anticipated it, Asker spun again, dodging the stab while slashing with his sword, hitting the phantom’s neck directly and shattering its entire body.
Phantom defeated, 1.
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