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"Please tell me what you think."

Alvin did not refuse the Komnenos' request - for the sake of the great Alexios.

"By launching a small-scale battle at night, the Ottoman artillery positions would be destroyed by surprise."

Constantine XI groaned. This was a good plan, and he believed that General Theodore had a chance to succeed. However...

"The soldiers on the battlefronts are in a very bad state, and now we have to allocate a portion of our troops to guard the sea wall. We don't have any extra troops to go out of the city to fight. Moreover, if we want to attack the artillery fort, we have to pass through Galata in Genoa..."

The Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller said this, glanced at Giovanni who remained silent, and did not continue. But everyone present knew what was going on.

Giovanni also voted against it, which was rare. "If we send out the army for a surprise attack, it will be difficult to defeat the Ottoman garrison with too few people, and too many people will easily cause a lack of frontal defense. And as Lord Minoto said, if we want to successfully capture the fort, we must get the consent of Galata City. Even ordinary negotiations will take a lot of time, and night is about to fall."

Everyone fell silent again. The entire church was filled with a gray oppression that weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

At this moment, they finally realized what an insurmountable barrier was. The power of mortals was simply insignificant in front of the heroes.

"General Ioannis's idea is not bad."

The one who said this was El-Melloi II. Under everyone's expectant gaze, he adjusted his sitting position and gave his advice.

"But we cannot notify the Genoese, neither the Genoese in Galata nor Rustiqian and his men. And I suggest taking immediate action. For us now, time is life."

"Is this all we can do?" Basilius asked unwillingly. El-Melloi II just shook his head helplessly.

Under the premise of exchanging Romulus and Attila, the only ones who can actually be dispatched are himself, Boudica, and his disciple Alvin; from this perspective, it would be better to say that they are the ones responsible for cover.

This was not a good option, but it was the best option at the moment and had better execution results than the previous two. The participants still held a vote and finally started the plan with everyone's support.

The name of the plan is "Octopus Project", which is the nickname of Michael Palaiologos, the first monarch of the Palaiologos dynasty.

Now, there are only five hours left until the operation begins.

Chapter 165 The Last Romans

Three hours later, El-Melloi II looked helplessly at Alvin holding the wine glass in his hand. He should have noticed earlier that Alvin was now running wildly on the road of self-indulgence without looking back.

"what is this?"

"Viking mead, wouldn't you like a glass, teacher?"

"You really integrate into the society. You are amazing. You still have tasks to do next."

Alvin simply smiled at El-Melloi II's words, then drank the rest of the wine.

"Hey, Alvin! Are you crazy? This thing is very high in alcohol!"

"Teacher, tell me, is everything I have done since I came to Constantinople right or wrong?"

He simply dropped the wine glass in his hand and sat down against the wall, staggering.

"I thought I could do everything, but what happened to Leonidas told me that it was all in vain."

"Teacher, do you know what the scene was like in Rumeli Castle at that time?"

El-Melloi II took out a cigarette from the lining of his coat, leaned against the wall and lit it. He remembered that when they were in London, one of them said he wanted to quit drinking and the other said he wanted to quit smoking, but until now, neither of them had changed.

"Dead, everyone is dead, including Leonidas... Teacher, do you know who did it?"

He didn't answer because he knew he would tell it himself.

"Lev Lenore Flaunos... You didn't expect it, right? It was the Demon Pillar that stopped all this."

"what!"

El-Melloi II thought of many scenarios, but he completely ruled out the possibility of "the Demon Pillar taking action."

What is this, the biggest joke in the world?

"If Chaldea knew this news, they would probably laugh until their bodies split open."

"...What do you want to do next?"

El-Melloi asked, holding a cigarette between his right index and middle fingers, sniffing his index finger. The smell of tobacco was intoxicating, which was one of the reasons why he was always ranked at the top of the Clock Tower.

"Teacher, do you know Stilicho?"

"Flavius ​​Stilicho, although a Visigoth, was loyal to Rome in a way that no one could match. His death was one of the reasons why the Visigoths sacked Rome."

"I want to be Aetius."

Alvin stood up shakily. Although there were still flickering fires all around and soldiers coming and going were gathering to launch a night attack, it had no effect on this small corner at all.

At this moment, everything was silent, the universe was shrouded in darkness, only the stars in the sky were blinking, as if flashing a ray of light.

"Thank you, teacher, for listening to my complaints as always."

He bowed deeply to El-Melloi II, the monarch of the modern magic department looked at him deeply, although his eyes were still confused, he could feel Alvin's determination.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

"Remember to come back. I don't want anyone to be missing during roll call at the beginning of the new semester."

"Yes, I understand, teacher."

Alvin left first. He was in the first group and the first to go out. According to the original plan, his mission was to sneak into Galata and eliminate the soldiers on duty at night to provide a good combat environment for the soldiers who launched the night attack.

"I'm sure you've heard it all, Leonardo."

As El-Melloi II finished speaking, Da Vinci walked out from the shadows where the light could not reach, with a complicated expression on her face. She was holding Alvin's book "Adam ha Rishon" in her hand.

"That guy wouldn't know that the two people he trusts most are undercover agents lurking around him."

"But just now, I began to doubt my own choice."

The cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground, and the burning sparks gradually went out.

"I don't know since when did I become the person I hate the most?"

In the battle between the greatest conqueror in human history and the mythical king, I, knowing full well that the outcome was irreversible, issued the final order without hesitation and without any sense.

"My Servant, I, Waver Velvet, issue the command with the Command Seal."

"Rider, you must achieve the final victory."

"Use the Command Seal to issue an order again——Rider, you must seize the Holy Grail."

"Finally, I gave the order with the command spell."

"Rider, you must take over the whole world. Failure is not allowed."

"When did I lose my original intention?"

He smiled bitterly and kept shaking his head. This bitter smile was for himself.

El-Melloi also left. He would go with Boudica to face the heroes of Chaldea. Thirty minutes ago, Romulus had already set out to look for Attila.

Now, Leonardo da Vinci is the only heroic spirit left in the whole of Constantinople.

"I want to be Aetius."

When she thought of this, she felt sorry for him.

Neither Stilicho nor Aetius, these two heroes praised as "the last Romans", had a good ending - they were both killed by the Roman emperor at the time.

On one side is Chaldea and the restoration of humanity, and on the other side is Alvin, for whom he has a crush. No matter what choice he makes, he will suffer in his heart.

Leonardo da Vinci began to miss his workshop in Chaldea. Compared with the current situation where he had to face choices all the time, life in the workshop was more suitable for him.

But she still wanted to stay with Alvin.

"What's the difference between you and those streetwalkers in Florence, Leonardo!"

She cursed herself helplessly, cursing herself for being powerless in the face of all this.

On the walls of Galata, the sea breeze blew gently in Alvin's hair.

"It can also help me sober myself up," he said self-deprecatingly.

Behind him, several Genoese soldiers had fallen. Galata was an extremely independent existence for Genoa. The trade along the Black Sea coast would be directly responsible to it, and it only needed to pay the corresponding wealth to Genoa every year.

“It’s like the second Burgundy.”

Alvin whistled and knocked on people, strolling in Galata under the moonlight. In the original plan, he should face Ritsuka Fujimaru as a Master and Ophelia as a magician. Compared with the difficulty of El-Melloi, it was a world of difference.

As long as Ritsuka is held hostage to Mashu, the rest of the matter will be easily resolved. If the operation is done well, there is no room for reversal.

——But things often don’t go as we wish.

He looked at the figure standing in front of him with an expression that was both unexpected and reasonable.

"What a generous move, Queen of the Shadow Kingdom; but I am more curious, from whom did you learn about the plan."

Chapter 166 Celtic Mercenaries at Your Service

Purple is undoubtedly noble, there is no doubt about it.

In the East, purple represents saints and the spirit of the emperor. At first glance, you can tell that you are going to be an emperor.

In Christianity, burgundy represents the crucifixion of Jesus and is used extensively in Advent and the week before Easter. Some believe that Jesus wore burgundy clothing when he was crucified. The color burgundy represents supremacy and the power of the Holy Spirit, which remained unchanged even after the split of the Christian Church in 1054.

For the Eastern Roman Empire, "Born To The Purple" was exclusive to the royal family and symbolized one's noble birth.

"Scathach, you are dressed in purple, but you are going to be chosen to be the Roman emperor."

"Would the Romans elect a Celtic polytheist as emperor?"

"Isn't Greek polytheism also polytheistic?"

The two sides chatted peacefully. Scathach's assigned task was just to stop Alvin. As for whether to stop him...

It depends on your mood.

"...Is this the first time you've stood in my way, Scathach?"

"I don't know, but it seems that somehow, I always end up against you. I don't know why."

You really don’t know why?

In fact, I knew it a long time ago.

I knew it when I was in Paris. The man in front of me possessed a power that made people fear him. As the only one among the 72 Demon Pillars with self-awareness, he might be able to accomplish the impossible:

After King Solomon, he will integrate the seventy-two demon pillars. This is what he can see, but after integrating the seventy-two demon pillars, he will inevitably face Beast1.

These are not a problem now. The problem now is... the guy in front of me has no awareness in this regard.

Or is it that the real No. 3 in his body is making big news again?

Thinking of this, Scathach pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

What if I let you go as long as it doesn't affect the ending?

"Do you need mercenary services? The Celtic Mercenaries offer low prices and are fair to everyone." Scathach said to Alvin after putting away her magic spear.

"Even though I'm alone, would you like to consider it?"

When Arwen encountered Scathach, the Komnenos general had already made his preparations:

He selected two sturdy high-sided merchant ships, piled a large number of sacks filled with wool and cotton on the side of the ships, and stuffed them flat to resist the stone bullets fired by the Ottoman artillery. Two galleys will accompany the merchant ships and serve as escort ships.

But the real workhorses would be two fast, light fusters, each with 72 oarsmen, loaded with Greek fire and other flammable materials, used to launch a fire attack after breaking into the enemy's position.

The plan he formulated was quite simple and crude: the sailing merchant ships with protection and firepower would act as human shields, and under the cover of the galleys, they would protect the warships equipped with launchers to quickly break in until the latter approached the enemy. The warships would rush out of their own protection circle and throw Greek fire at the densely packed Ottoman artillery positions. The Ottomans would certainly find it difficult to react to the sudden night attack, and the crowded Ottoman fleet would be very easy to be burned.

The disadvantages are also obvious. The range problem of Greek fire has not been solved, even after El-Melloi II developed a simple launching device.

"With Constantinople's current resources, this is the best I can do. If we want to solve the range problem, we must take Thessaloniki. The resources of the Sigilokavsia mining area will effectively solve many of the problems we face."

Having said that, even if Constantine was not very smart, he understood what El-Melloi II meant.

The participating ships have been assembled, and they will launch a surprise attack at midnight. Ioannis has made thorough preparations for this operation, and has arranged the personnel and weapons, waiting for the general's order wholeheartedly.

But, as in classic Greek drama, the plan was thwarted as the Venetian captains gathered aboard the galley of the harbor commander, Aluvexe Diedo, for final instructions before battle.

"What a bunch of idiots who are always causing trouble and can't do anything good!" The sudden news made Giustiniani so angry that he was mad as hell and even his teeth were grinding.

"What happened?"

"Genoa is a bunch of stupid teammates! They know our battle plan!"

The Genoese in Constantinople somehow got the news, and they quickly sent representatives to express their dissatisfaction with the emperor's lack of trust in them, and asked to be taken along in the raid.

"Giovanni, what do your fellow countrymen say?"