Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 392 - 7: Making the Empire Great Again

Innsbruck City, located at the northern foothills of the Alps.

To the north of Innsbruck in the mountainous area, the Wolf Family’s military forces had once waged a bitter battle here against the mountain garrisons of the Weisbach Family.

South of Innsbruck, there were even taller mountains, teeming with all kinds of extraordinary creatures. No army dared to stay here for long; they could only choose to quickly hurry through.

Emperor Otto II rode his horse in the middle of the mountain path, surrounded by a large number of the Emperor’s Guard "Blade Warriors." On either side were two demigods from the Saxon Family, "Acid Erosion Dragon" Hedwig and "Dragon of Imagination" Bruno.

It was only in this world, devoid of players, that Otto II dared to appear so fearlessly before his troops. Otherwise, the reckless players would’ve directly taught the two demigods the true meaning of "ants overwhelming an elephant."

Emperor Otto was a middle-aged man with golden curly hair, deep-set pupils, and a dignified face. His broad forehead and high-bridged nose emitted an aura of grand ambition and unbridled aspiration.

The procession came to a gradual halt, and a Blade Warrior cavalryman arrived swiftly like the wind. He dismounted quickly and kneeled before Emperor Otto, reporting loudly:

"Your Majesty! There are two giant dragons blocking the road ahead, requesting an audience with Your Majesty and the two demigods!"

The Saxon Family of the Emperor is also known as the Giant Dragon family, and they have an inexplicable relationship with all the giant dragons of the continent. Therefore, the Blade Warriors did not launch an attack immediately but hurried to inform and report.

"Let us go and meet the giant dragons," said Emperor Otto as he reined in his horse.

The two demigods nodded slightly.

The three men continued to ride forward and soon saw two giant dragons blocking the road in the Geschnitz Canyon ahead.

Before they got close, their mounts began to whinny in terror, stubbornly refusing to move forward. They had no choice but to dismount and walk through the protective ranks of the Blade Warriors to come face to face with the two giant dragons.

"Gulotov Scavaron Saxony," the two giant dragons lifted their necks, their voices booming across the landscape, causing the surrounding mountains to echo and resonate. "In accordance with the sacred ancient pact, Sarakli has come to greet you as sworn."

Sarakli, the "Guardian of the Firmament," was a member of the giant dragon clan that lived in the central part of the Alps.

Thus, the Emperor slowly raised a hand, his "Giant Dragon IV" bloodline ability activating, causing dragon scales to swiftly protrude from his arm:

"Gulotov Scavaron Saxony! I need your power to destroy the southern defensive forces, accompany me!"

"Little Saxon." The dragon on the left lowered its head. "Listen to me, the war you’ve painstakingly instigated is bound to end in sorrowful failure."

"They possess a terrifying power above the firmament, capable of destroying this world," the dragon on the right, perturbed, beat its wings, causing a violent airstream that made nearby Blade Warriors step back incessantly. "They also have a vast number of steel eagles in the clouds, capable of launching horrendous flames and lightning. Little Saxon, you have no chance of victory."

"However, under the assault of the Magic Tide, all their technological devices have been burned to ashes!" Emperor Otto raised his voice. "The pieces I have laid out have destroyed their machines for restoring technology! Now they have lost their advanced swords, and if we are to compete solely on courage and strength, we Franks will never lose!"

"Little Saxon, what is truly dreadful is not ignorance but arrogance," the dragon on the left continued to persuade. "Go back, do not let the sacred oath of your clan and mine be wasted on such a hopeless war."

"When the eagle soars high in the sky, the lion below is but the size of ants. But you must never truly regard it as an ant," the dragon on the right lifted its neck.

"Sarakli!" Emperor Otto said sternly, "Your Dragon Clan’s way of thinking judges only strength and weakness, unaware that there are things in this world even more important than that!"

"Our human Empire has long suffered from the Church Court’s economic plunder and exploitation, the trade scissors differential built on a technological gap, has reached an extremely terrifying degree. During my grandfather’s reign, industrious Frank workers had to produce eight hundred million shirts to exchange for a single aircraft from the Church Court!"

Both giant dragons’ eyes widened, their golden vertical pupils dilated. The Dragons lacked the concept of trade, but the Emperor’s rage was conveyed to them through the spirituality shared by their bloodline, making their blood boil with frenzy. They let out sky-piercing roars, their cries echoing like thunder, resounding for thousands of miles.

The Blade Warriors nearby hastened to cover their ears and retreat as their mucous membranes were torn by the intense sound waves, and blood seeped from their mouths and noses.

From the rear of the crowd, Aske also heard the Emperor’s resounding roar.

He knew the gist of "eight hundred million shirts," which was that developing countries can’t produce high-tech products and are forced to trade cheap goods with developed countries, enduring long-term massive trade deficits.

In fact, it was thanks to Otto I, who seized the opportunity during the internal chaos in Northern Italy, threatened the Pope to get a batch of technical aid, and incidentally annexed the Lombardy Region of Northern Italy, that the Divine Luo Empire was initially transformed from an agricultural country into a low-end industrial nation—if not even the chance to trade with the Church Court would have been lost, and they could only be the Church Court’s dogs.

(Being the Church Court’s dog is the highest honor, woof, woof!)

"During my father’s reign, the Empire’s industry developed rapidly. Thousands of factories were established across our vast lands. For the first time, we had our own infrastructure system, our own energy supply, our own domestic market..." Emperor Otto’s beard trembled like thunder, and it seemed as if molten lava of gold and red was about to erupt from his pupils:

"Yet this is still not enough! The wealth of our hard work is being plundered by the Church Court, and unfair trade continues! As long as the Church Court restricts our free trade with neighboring countries, we will have to remain at the bottom of the industrial chain, continuously exploited!"

The ambitious and spirited Emperor spread his arms, his voice like a violent storm, thundering in the ears of those around him:

"I want the Frank people to hold their heads high again, to stand proudly on this continent, even if it means waging the most brutal war! I want to make the Holy Solomon Empire great again until it fully restores the strength and glory of the Ancient Solomon Empire!"

His grand and inspiring speech resonated powerfully. The giant dragons silently lowered their heads, Demigods placed their hands over their hearts and bowed slightly, and even the Blade Warriors at the back knelt down densely, eyes brimming with tears as they roared:

"Make the Empire great again!"

The sight of the Blade Warriors kneeling en masse soon caused a domino effect as the unknowing soldiers behind them also knelt down.

From Lower Lorraine to Upper Lorraine, from Saxony to Thuringia, from Bohemia to Bavaria, from Franknia to Carinthia, Lombardy, and Burgundy, soldiers from all the Duchies knelt in place, mechanically chanting the slogan that came from ahead:

"Make the Empire great again! Long live! Long live! Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!"

Aske, of course, was not about to stick out like a sore thumb at this moment, unnecessarily drawing attention to himself, and emotionlessly knelt down.

When he knelt, the girls naturally followed suit. The slogan in front sounded like the earth was shattering and by the time it reached them, it had completely changed, somehow becoming "Make the Emperor great again."

"Make the Emperor great again! Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!" Henry, Eleanor’s second brother who had once served as a Blade Warrior, was shouting the loudest, waving his arms furiously in the air, his face swelling red.

"What on earth is ’Make the Emperor great again’!" Aske couldn’t help but internally rant.

He looked back to see the girls staring at him in unison, their faces filled with a bewildered expression asking "Where are we" and "What are we doing". frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

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