I rode and slashed unparalleled in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1189 Generous Rewards!
It's SSS-rank?!

Su Yao was stunned when he saw the mission rating. In his battle career since his transmigration, this was the highest level of danger he had ever encountered!
In the past, whether facing thousands of troops, conquering cities and territories, or confronting the evil god who descended upon Kushan, the system had never given such an exaggerated evaluation.

"It seems we've really stirred up a hornet's nest this time."

Su Yao felt no fear whatsoever; instead, he was more excited than ever before: "I hope your reward lives up to that assessment!" Then, he saw...
【mission rewards:
1. Experience points: 50,000
2. Obtained Item: Book of Ascension (Mythical Tome)

3. Achievement Title: Dimensional Conqueror (All attributes +5%, damage to otherworldly creatures +20%)

4. Special Reward: ? ? ? (Unknown)

ho-

50,000 experience points?!
This is almost the sum of his experience after sweeping through Parthia and Asia Minor, and five times the number of times he killed the evil god Vasudeva!
Since he was already at the "max level," his experience gain efficiency was very low; even killing enemies personally only yielded about 1 experience point per kill. Not to mention the experience points gained from commissioned troops.

However, what he cared about even more was that mythical treasure—the Book of Ascension.

The mere mention of the "Mythical" rank was enough to make Su Yao's heart race. Since his transmigration, the highest-ranking item he had obtained was the legendary [Indra's Wrath], which directly granted him the power to unleash and release lightning.

But now this book is a mythical treasure, especially the word "ascension," which evokes endless imagination. So much so that the mysterious "special reward" no longer holds any interest for him.

"It seems we absolutely have to go to Rome!"

Su Yao's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Far from backing down because of the system's warning, his fighting spirit boiled: "I don't care if you're some kind of 'anchor of time and space' or 'evil object of rules,' if you dare to block my path or steal my experience, then you'll all get gold coins!"

On that day, Su Yao's army swore an oath and set off, with the fleet heading straight for Sicily.

Meanwhile, in a secluded hut in Rome, the leader of the trio in black robes, who had been there earlier, now looked solemn.

"Damn it, it seems our existence has been exposed!" The black-robed man on the left said angrily. "It must be that traitor. I can sense that the energy fluctuations of the 'anchor point' have been spied on."

“It’s alright.” The black-robed man in the middle remained calm. “The glory of my lord will never be stolen by a mere mortal. That fire thief cannot resist the search for the source. It’s only a matter of time before he comes. It makes no difference whether he comes sooner or later.”

“I have no doubt about the power of my Lord,” the black-robed man on the right said cautiously. “It’s just that the container is not even half-charged yet. If he arrives early, the power of the anchor point alone may not be enough to eliminate him directly.”

"Why do you think I went to such lengths to upgrade the Romans' weapons?" The man in the black robes in the middle let out a low, cold laugh. "Now is the time for mortals to pave the way for the glory of our Lord with their flesh and souls."

In the eleventh month of the sixth year of the Kaiyuan era, the Han fleet encountered unexpected and fierce resistance in the Strait of Messina.

On the eastern coast of Sicily, the narrow waters of the Strait of Messina resembled a boiling river of lava. The once vast expanse of blue sea was now covered in thick smoke, flames, and shattered shipwrecks. In the past six months, the Han Dynasty had built a powerful fleet, and the Romans, of course, had not been idle either.

In order to regain naval supremacy in the Mediterranean, they spared no effort in building a massive fleet of over 800 warships of various sizes, nearly half of which had been equipped with firearms.

Even among the subsequent reinforcements, there were four or five strange ironclad ships, like the sailing warships of the Han Dynasty, covered with turrets and powered by wind. Although they moved slowly, they were as impregnable as sea fortresses.

"That's... an ironclad warship?" Zhou Yu lowered his binoculars, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "The Romans actually had such a secret weapon, making steel float on water??"

Su Yao stood on the bridge of the Dingyuan, his sharp gaze sweeping over the few incongruous ironclad warships on the sea, his expression finally becoming serious.

Without a doubt, the design concepts of these warships were far ahead of their time, and the Romans could not have independently developed them, let alone launched them in large numbers so quickly.

Clearly, behind the Romans, besides that strange anchor point, there were forces that didn't belong to this era that were pushing things along.

"But it doesn't matter!"

Su Yao snorted coldly and calmly said, "Advanced weapons need qualified soldiers and matching tactics to unleash their full power; otherwise, they're nothing more than moving targets!"

He turned to Zhou Yu and ordered: "Order all ships to seize the upwind position, concentrate firepower, and first destroy the masts and rudders of those ironclad ships to restrict their maneuverability! The rest of the fleet should divide and encircle them according to the original tactics, and use chain shot and incendiary bombs to deal with their wooden warships!"

"Yes, sir!" Zhou Yu accepted the order and immediately relayed it to the entire fleet via flag signals.

The Han fleet swiftly changed formation. Well-trained sailors maneuvered the sails, and the massive Dingyuan-class warships, like agile whales, drew graceful arcs across the sea, seizing advantageous T-shaped positions. The broadside gun ports opened simultaneously, revealing the dark muzzles of the cannons.

"Target, enemy ironclad warship, 300 paces away, prepare chain shot—fire!" The gunners of each ship shouted hoarsely.

boom! boom! boom!
Dozens of Han army warships spewed long tongues of fire from their sides, and specially made chain bullets (two solid bullets connected by an iron chain) spun out like the scythe of death, sweeping towards the masts and sails of the Roman ironclads.

Although ironclads had sturdy hulls that were difficult to penetrate directly with solid shot, their sails and steering systems remained vulnerable. In an instant, the mainmast of one ironclad was snapped by chain shot, and its massive sails collapsed like a kite with a broken string, causing the ship to lose speed drastically. The rudder of another ironclad was also hit, and it spun uncontrollably on the sea.

"Damn, damn!"

"Fight back! Fight back now!"

On the Roman flagship, fleet commander Marcus Lepidus, his eyes bloodshot, watched helplessly as his ironclad warships, on which his side had placed high hopes, lost their maneuverability one after another under the precise attacks of the Han army. He angrily pounded on the hull.

Urged on by their officers, the sailors hastily returned fire, but their gunners were inexperienced, their rate of fire was slow, and most importantly, they didn't have time to turn and aim their cannon-laden broadsides at the Han fleet. They could only fire sporadically from the few cannons on the bow, most of the shells landing on the sea in front of the Han fleet, creating futile plumes of water.
(End of this chapter)