Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 153 Father of Europe! King of Hearts (Two in One)

In the hall.

Duncan turned to look at Galavan and the others on his left and said in a deep voice, "Are the Anglo-Saxons making any moves?"

Galavan shook his head and said, "No news yet."

"We have already secured the defense line upstream of the Rhine River. It won't be easy for them to attack us."

"But Britain's coastline cannot be guarded so strictly."

That dog-gnawed coastline.

Duncan had now withdrawn a large number of troops, leaving Britain's coastal defenses extremely weak. No wonder the ancestors attached so much importance to the Great Wall. This was only possible after the Picts were conquered, otherwise Duncan would have stationed one or two legions at Hadrian's Wall.

Currently, the Kingdom of Britain is governed by the Raven Queen, Triss, who is responsible for commanding and defending the coastline from Kent to Yorkshire.

This wave was a full-scale mobilization, and basically all the main forces were mobilized.

The British Kingdom only has three or four garrison regiments. If the Saxons invade again, they can only temporarily recruit militia to resist.

Duncan continued to ask: "What are the movements of the Visigothic Kingdom?"

Severus shook his head and said, "Their whereabouts are currently unknown, but they may have already dispatched troops."

Intelligence in this era was extremely limited.

Even the spies sent out could only gather information about the battlefield's perimeter. The Visigothic Kingdom bordered the Franks, and faced with the rising British, they would likely send troops to aid. If the scale of the Battle of Chalons were to be estimated, the Visigothic Kingdom could have sent 10,000 to 20,000 troops.

Calculate it this way.

The British Kingdom has 10,000 people against 60,000 to 70,000 people. This time the advantage is mine!
Their army is full of water.

But Duncan's side was basically composed of the main legions, and the other auxiliary legions also had strong combat capabilities. Of course, if the logistics workers were included, Duncan's side could also be said to have 30,000 to 40,000 people.

"This battle cannot be delayed."

"The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us! And the logistical pressure will be enormous."

For a cross-sea expedition, the situation must be opened up all at once.

Duncan glanced around, swiping his finger across the map, spanning most of France. He said in a deep voice, "My idea is to directly launch a roundabout surprise attack, defeating Merovingian's rear in one fell swoop, and at the same time severing the connection between the Franks and the Visigothic Kingdom."

"Even if the Visigothic Kingdom sends troops, they won't be able to rescue the Franks."

Despite the powerful military might of the Whip of God at that time, it was still defeated by the coalition forces.

Duncan must seize the time difference to defeat the enemies one by one.

That afternoon.

The Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh Legions advanced and deployed along the way, and the main force approached the French Island. Duncan personally led the cavalry and veterans of the British Legion (mounted infantry), making a detour and killing through the entire Frankish territory.

This tactic is quite risky. In history, Huo Qubing used it against the Xiongnu, and Germany also used it when it attacked France in World War II. In addition, during the Chu-Han War, Xiang Yu led 30,000 elite cavalry south to defeat Liu Bang's coalition forces of hundreds of thousands at the Battle of Pengcheng.

This is actually a weakened version of blitzkrieg, which can be regarded as a special attack on Frank.

The core of blitzkrieg is speed, surprise, and concentration of force.

Only elite cavalry units could accomplish this in this era, possessing sufficient mobility. They ignored everything else and simply charged through the Frankish rear, crushing the enemy's core strength. By then, the situation was hopeless, and the other Frankish tribal leaders would have no choice but to surrender.

The current movements of the Visigothic Kingdom are unclear, so Duncan must seize the opportunity and create a strategic advantage in time difference.

Soldiers are valuable and quick.

Just as Severus led the British Legion to continue advancing towards Picardy, Duncan personally led 3,000 cavalry, took a detour from Calais, completely ignored the towns and strongholds along the way, and headed straight for the Champagne region. He bypassed the enemy's defense line from the lower reaches of the Seine River, used a roundabout tactic to cross the Burgundy border, and raided the rear of the Île-de-France.

This marching route was basically the reverse of the later German blitzkrieg against France.

During World War II, the French army was concentrated on the Maginot Line, and the direction of Germany's attack was Belgium. Duncan's current location was the Champagne-Ardenne region, and he would cross the Seine River and directly enter the heart of Frankish territory.

Dimensional space.

Duncan personally led his troops across the Seine. Not long ago, the army encountered a Frankish tribal reinforcement in the Reims area, with a size of about a thousand people. He did not give the enemy any time to react. The cavalry unit suddenly rushed out and defeated the enemy with just one round of charge.

The efficiency of military assembly in this era was very low. If there was no advance preparation, it would take a long time for the armies of many tribes to assemble.

Scourge of God - There was nothing wrong with Attila's strategic route to attack Gaul, but he wasted too much time in the siege of Orleans.

Three whole months.

Attila crossed the Rhine in March and advanced all the way, but it was not until mid-June that he was forced to withdraw and escape, and the decisive battle finally broke out in the Chalons area.

Someone has filled the gap before, so Duncan will naturally not repeat the same mistake.

After entering the Île-de-France region in a roundabout way, he immediately deployed reconnaissance cavalry and expanded the strategic map to its maximum size.

At this time.

The sound of galloping horses rang out.

Not long after, a group of light cavalry dressed as Huns arrived. They were Hun mercenaries who had surrendered. Because Duncan also had Hun legends, he had about one or two hundred Hun horse archers under his command.

"Your Majesty the Governor."

"We saw the flag of the Visigothic Kingdom on the way to Orleans. It was so large that we knew how many people there were."

A Hun cavalryman named Optira arrived. These people were the inhabitants of what would later become Hungary. He said in a deep voice, "We dare not get too close. The enemy may number over ten thousand."

As expected, the Visigothic Kingdom sent troops.

Everyone understands the principle of "the lips and teeth are cold", and after the Battle of Chalons, no one wants to see the opponent become bigger.

"Abandon some of the baggage!"

"The cavalry will follow me immediately, and the British Legion will follow."

Duncan acted decisively and led a thousand elite cavalrymen on a long-distance attack on Paris. The rest of the mounted infantry were left behind, and Clegane led them to catch up.

Mounted infantry would definitely not be able to keep up with such an extreme charge.

The army quickly split in two.

Duncan didn't even bring heavy cavalry. The general's guards were all half-armored, and they were basically light cavalry composed of Sarmatians. A thousand cavalrymen were lightly equipped and set off after a quarter of an hour.

Because of the Battle of Chalons, Duncan was very familiar with the nearby terrain. The army traveled all night and rested for half the night about ten kilometers away from Paris. Then, at dawn, a thousand light cavalry were ready for battle.

At this moment, a ray of light appeared on the horizon.

Karl was wrapping cloth on the horse's hooves. It was not very practical to wrap the horse's hooves with a mouth full of gags at this time. Only thirty of the thousand cavalrymen did this. They were the elite troops responsible for taking the city gate by surprise.

At this time, the sky was still dark, and dozens of cavalrymen led by Duncan were approaching quietly.

call out!
A sharp arrow broke through the air.

Duncan held Norden's bow and fired three arrows in succession, shooting down the soldiers on the watchtower on the city wall.

Sonorous.

Duncan drew the sword of victory and led dozens of elite soldiers to accelerate their advance. In the blink of an eye, they had rushed to the city wall.

clang.

Mars breaks apart.

Duncan leaped forward, his sword of victory piercing the stone wall. He then used the force to clamber upwards, effortlessly climbing onto the low wall. A grappling hook shot up from below, and Duncan grabbed it with one hand. With a flick of his arm, he pulled a rope in each hand, and with a slight lift, the guards behind him quickly followed suit.

puff.

Blood was splattered in the distance, and the personal guard Carl threw a javelin, killing the Fran soldiers who showed up on the opposite side.

"Seize the city gate!"

Duncan was in the lead, and he killed more than ten people in a row with the Sword of Victory as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. His current strength was extremely terrifying, and almost all the enemies he fought head-on were dismembered along with their weapons.

boom!
The heavy door slowly opened, followed by the sound of galloping horses in the distance.

A cavalry charge of only 300 elite soldiers is enough to crush all enemies in one fell swoop. The charge performances of the French dragoons in later generations were so powerful that not many infantrymen could stop them once they started running.

Nearly a thousand cavalrymen galloped all the way. The general's guards at the head had already raised their lances. The moment they rushed into the city gate, their lances pierced through the panicked Frankish defenders. Then a ruthless massacre broke out on the street. The general's guards drew their swords and slashed everywhere. One round of charge killed and routed the enemy.

Real cavalry combat doesn’t have so many frills, it’s a bit like the horse battles in the old Three Kingdoms, where victory or defeat is often decided by one or two moves.

Facing a cavalry charge, unless the infantry had the courage to form a dense formation and defend with spears, they would be suppressed one-sidedly.

The battle lasted only half an hour.

By daybreak, Paris had completely fallen, and the streets were littered with the corpses of the defenders.

Merovice still left some defenders in the rear, but they were no match for them. The elite cavalry broke into the city, and soon thousands of enemy troops fled in all directions.

"Leave two hundred men behind."

Duncan turned his head and glanced at Carl beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Hold this place for me until Clegane arrives."

"We must not allow the Visigothic army to join forces with the Franks!"

Paris holds.

The enemy would be divided into two and their retreat would be cut off, and Merovingian's army would surely be in chaos.

After saying that, Duncan jumped on his horse.

At this time, he had less than 800 cavalrymen with him. He wanted to defeat the coalition of Frankish chiefs. Unless Paris fell, the Visigothic army would be useless.

Duncan led this elite cavalry across the Seine and headed straight for the Baron area.

Merovice had stored a batch of weapons and food here. There were about two thousand defenders, but they were basically Frankish militia.

—Frankish farmer.

——Frankish militia.

——Frankish spearman.

Duncan zoomed in on the strategic map and saw that among a force of more than 2,000 people, there were only about 20 combat units marked with asterisks.

"It seems he has indeed assembled an army of forty to fifty thousand."

Duncan led the cavalry to attack without any hesitation. This place had been looted once by the Huns, and the wooden fences outside were built recently. They had some defensive capabilities, but they were not a very strong stronghold.

War horses are galloping.

After hearing the sound of a large number of cavalry's hooves, there was immediately a hint of commotion in the front stronghold. The mighty cavalry was galloping from behind, which was terrifying at first glance.

But before they could prepare, Duncan had already rushed to the gate.

boom.

With a dull thud, the city gate shook violently. The Frankish militiamen behind the wooden wall trembled with fear, and then they saw the heavy wooden door being pierced by a sharp sword that shone with a cold light.

Barong is just a small to medium-sized town and cannot be considered a real city.

day!
This ghostly man actually wanted to split open the city gate.

Click.

The Sword of Promise of Victory flashed a cold light again, and in the horrified eyes of the others, the city gate that was more than ten centimeters thick was actually split open again.

Under Duncan's terrifying brute force, the Holy Sword of Avalon cut through the wound with cracks like a tornado.

Immediately afterwards, his figure collided with her!
Rumble!
Under the terrified gazes of thousands of people, he actually smashed the city gate into pieces.

Duncan's figure broke through the door, like a dragon emerging from the sea or a tiger descending from the mountain.

He simply took the large piece of wood that was chopped off the city gate, swung it up, and instantly knocked away five or six people behind the gate. The scene was like a fierce dance, and then an extremely terrifying brute force burst out, and the wooden board hit and squeezed dozens of people in front of him, forcing them to retreat again and again.

He broke through the city gate alone, frightening hundreds of enemy soldiers so much that they retreated dozens of meters.

The nearby defenders were already a little scared out of their wits!

Before they could react, more than a dozen generals' guards had already rushed into the city. Then Duncan led more than a dozen people to kill one or two thousand enemies in front of them, causing them to scream and howl in pain. Soldiers were fleeing in all directions.

The entire stronghold was in complete chaos.

Barong only resisted for a short while before it was completely overrun. Over two thousand prisoners were captured, but unfortunately, most of them were peasant militiamen. Their own side suffered no casualties, save for five or six of the general's personal guards who were slightly wounded by arrows and were quickly bandaged.

A bunch of rabble, just mowing the grass.

Merovice's main elite troops were all on the front line. There seemed to be several thousand defenders in the rear, but they collapsed at the first touch. After killing the combat units marked with asterisks, the other enemies quickly surrendered.

At this time, Duncan led his army to rest briefly, then looked at the sky and headed straight to the rear of Merovingian's army.

After running for hundreds of miles in one battle, the elite cavalry behind him remained high-spirited, without a trace of fatigue, and some even shouted that they could not get enough killing.

The night is getting darker.

From the God's perspective of the dimensional space, there are densely packed marks in front of Duncan's strategic map. The main forces of the Frankish tribe are basically gathered near Diri. This area has an open plain and a military stronghold, which is suitable for large-scale wars and can more easily bring out the advantage of the number of troops.

"Isn't this giving me a chance to attack the camp?"

Twenty to thirty thousand rabble gathered in this area. Duncan couldn't even imagine how beautiful the scene would be if a surprise attack blew up the camp.

Merovice still has something.

He built three lines of defense along Picardy, using tactics similar to those of the Roman Empire. They were conventional wooden camps with trenches and chevaux de frise on all sides, and could rely on nearby town fortresses for defense. The main military strongholds were located at the front, and if they encountered an enemy attack, they could provide support on both sides.

He also placed an elite cavalry unit on the high ground behind the right side of the camp so that they could raid the enemy's flank at critical moments.

In this kind of positional warfare, the advantage of numbers is most easily brought into play.

“But times have changed.”

Duncan narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the loopholes in the enemy camp.

His method of searching for loopholes differed from that of other famous generals. While most historical generals looked for loopholes in the layout of their camps, Duncan looked for the number of units marked with asterisks. Simply put, he attacked wherever the enemy was most disorganized, causing widespread chaos.

There are undoubtedly more units on the enemy's right side without asterisks, and the soldiers nearby are basically 'Frankish Militia' and 'Barbarian Farmers'.

"Mark the route map of the camp."

Duncan directly drew an S-shaped route of advance on the projection page, mainly avoiding Merovingian's elite central army, because there were many Frankish heavy infantry there. Those axe throwers were quite difficult to deal with. The overwhelming axes were thrown at them, and their side would suffer heavy casualties.

The old rule on the European battlefield is that unless it is a desperate situation, you must never charge head-on into the Imperial javelins and the Frankish throwing axes.

During the Battle of Chalons, the Hun cavalry accidentally ran out of position and were directly defeated by the javelins of the Empire's elite legion. Few of them survived the overwhelming number of Flan flying axes thrown at them.

They were trained in throwing axes, just like the Axe Gang.

Inside the Chinese army camp.

Merovice stood in front of the map, a worried look on his face. He looked up at his adjutant and said gravely, "Hasn't the Visigothic reinforcements arrived yet?" The barbarian adjutant shook his head and said, "They're later than agreed. They're probably still on the way."

The enemy's attack was too fierce.

Merovice had to defend himself strictly. He was a little afraid of Duncan. Even though he had an advantage in military strength, he did not dare to take the initiative to attack. He just wanted to wait for his allies to arrive and annihilate the enemy with his absolute advantage in military strength.

Although he claimed to have an army of 50,000, in fact he only had 20,000 to 30,000 men, many of whom were temporarily recruited militiamen.

In the Battle of Chalons, Duncan's bravery was deeply memorable. Without several times more troops, there was no way to fight a head-on battle.

To some extent, it was because of Duncan's fierce performance in the Battle of Chalons that the Franks were able to reach a temporary alliance with the Visigothic Kingdom.

"What about the Saxons? The Alemanni?"

"And the Burgundians?"

"Have their reinforcements arrived?"

Merovingian actually wanted to form alliances like Aetius, uniting various forces to encircle and suppress the British Kingdom that had entered Europe. However, he lacked the prestige and the means of Aetius, and the many barbarian tribes simply did not submit to him.

Besides, the time was too short and he didn't even have the chance to prepare in advance.

"The Saxons have promised to send troops, but we don't know where they are yet."

A burly Frankish general stood up and said, "Many Burgundians have joined the exiles and may not help us."

"As for the Alemanni, I'm afraid they have it even harder."

At that time, Aetius was able to unite many barbarian tribes thanks to decades of prestige, but in today's situation, the only thing he can do is to form an alliance with the Visigothic Kingdom.

The most promising force is the Anglo-Saxon army. Even if they harass the enemy's rear, they can reduce a lot of pressure on Merovingian.

The fire flickered for a moment.

For some reason, Merovice suddenly had a foreboding premonition and said in a deep voice, "We must hold out for at least two days. Once the Visigothic army arrives, we can find an opportunity to engage the enemy in a decisive battle."

There is still hope that the two most powerful forces in Gaul can unite and defeat the main army of the British Kingdom.

But just as they were discussing the matter, there was a commotion outside.

Then a personal guard came in, carrying a rider covered in blood. He said in a hoarse voice, "Baliji has fallen. The enemy attacked the city from the rear and has cut off our retreat."

"I'm afraid the Visigothic army can no longer make it here."

Merovi's face turned pale instantly, and he felt dizzy. The British army's offensive had slowed down in the past few days, and he had a bad feeling.

Moreover, he never had a good night's sleep if he didn't see Duncan on the battlefield. He was worried all day, not knowing from which direction Duncan would come out.

He left five or six thousand defenders in the rear, how could it fall so quickly?

Is it so easy to attack a city?

Attila, the Scourge of God, wasted more than two months attacking the city. Although the Huns had no siege equipment and were not good at it, the enemy had to travel a long distance and could not bring siege equipment with them.

Suddenly, shouts and cries of killing were heard from the rear of the camp.

"Enemy attack!"

A cry of surprise brought Merovice back to his senses. He instantly picked up his weapon and summoned his personal guards to put on his armor. At the same time, he ordered: "Call the chief's personal guards and order the others to defend the camp to the death. Do not leave the camp even a step."

If this was a night raid and the camp was blown up, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Under the moonlight.

Duncan's figure had already rushed out first, with the God's perspective widened to the maximum. He pulled up the reins, the horse neighed, and went straight over the trench. The spear in his hand pierced into the fence, and the heavy wooden stake fence was actually overturned by him.

Such courage and strength are unmatched by ordinary people.

Behind Duncan, the morale of the elite cavalry who had been on a long-distance march was greatly boosted. They ignored everything and followed Duncan forward.

There was a rumbling sound of horse hooves, the earth was shaking, and panicked enemies were everywhere.

One shot thrust out.

Blood splattered, spears pierced through bodies, and Duncan swung his weapon, along with the bodies of his enemies, instantly sending five or six flying. Like a god descending from heaven, he single-handedly slashed through hundreds of men, throwing the entire enemy camp into chaos. Panicked soldiers poured out from all directions. The elite troops were still able to organize, but the improvised militia was completely destroyed, a group of headless flies in the night.

"Come with me!"

"Crush them!"

Duncan was like the god of war at this time. He broke through six camps in a row. Wherever he went, corpses were everywhere. Under the cover of night, the mountains and plains were full of fleeing soldiers. The fire spread along the tents. Before he knew it, the enemy's right wing had been blown up.

Behind Duncan, eight hundred elite cavalrymen fought their way through the entire enemy camp, then turned their horses around and followed the heroic figure, charging in another direction again.

boom.

At some point, the enemy's chaos had swept through the center army. Duncan followed the S-shaped route, passing through the camp marked with Merovice almost every few hundred meters, while driving those chaotic soldiers to attack the enemy's elite center army.

Thousands of soldiers were in a panic and the fastest ones had already rushed into Merovi's sight. The terrified faces on their faces made the people nearby feel numb.

Under the torches burning in the distance.

Merovec was so frightened that he was sweating all over, his hands and feet trembling slightly. He looked at the chaotic army rushing outside and knew that it was impossible to save the situation at this time and it was impossible to reorganize the soldiers. He immediately ordered: "Shoot!"

"Axe throwers, get ready!"

"Anyone who dares to attack the gate will be killed immediately."

Pfft, pfft.

A volley of arrows was fired, and hundreds of Frankish militiamen in the front row fell to the ground at once.

A sky full of flying Fran axes came towards him.

The chaotic troops that had already rushed to the camp gate fell down one after another. With the French flying axes thrown over, there was hardly any living person who could stand up.

"The Fran Flying Axe is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Duncan looked rather regretful. Even though Merovice was right in front of him, he still turned his horse and charged in the other direction. With a hail of arrows and a volley of flying axes, Merovice slaughtered hundreds of his own soldiers, completely crushing the horde of soldiers he had driven towards him like cattle and sheep.

Duncan knew that it would be difficult to charge into the enemy camp and kill Merovice at this time. The enemy had already summoned the chief's personal guards, and there were also elite Frankish infantry nearby. It was unknown how many casualties would be caused by a head-on attack.

Now he can only maximize his victory.

But there are always unexpected things. Just when Duncan bypassed the enemy's heavily guarded central camp, suddenly a burst of shouting and killing came from afar.

Duncan immediately zoomed in on the strategic map.

——Gallic Oath Warriors (two stars).

——Celtic Indigo Highland Swordsman (one star).

——Pictish Black Sword Warrior (two stars).

——Kulin.

——Severus.

——Drester.

Marked combat units appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

Almost at the moment when Duncan launched the surprise attack, Severus' face changed instantly when he looked at the flames in the distance. He decisively summoned the most elite Gallic Oathed Regiment and at the same time assembled the Celtic barbarian troops who were good at melee combat. About two thousand people launched an attack on the enemy's front camp.

The enemy's rear is in chaos, so they can attack by force.

In this era, many people suffer from night blindness. Only elite soldiers can fight at night. Once the war starts, it will be chaos. Don’t think about anything, just kill people and that’s it. Commanding is a joke.

As luck would have it, the British Kingdom has such an elite army that is suitable for chaotic battles.

God helps me too!

Duncan was overjoyed that Severus could cooperate with him at this time. He turned his horse around and, after killing his way through the enemy camp in front, he took a detour from the right and approached Merovingian's central camp again.

If the surprise attack tonight could kill Merovice in battle, he wouldn't have to fight a bloody battle with the Frankish Paladins.

The Lager heavy cavalry can fully deal with the iron cavalry of the Visigothic Kingdom.

Moreover, Duncan won the battle in one go, cutting off the enemy's retreat. The other troops had no choice but to surrender. At that time, he incorporated the Frankish Holy Cavalry and directly reorganized them into the Frankish Dragoons of later generations.

In this way, the two top cavalry units on the European continent were in his hands.

"Come with me!"

At this time, Duncan no longer cared about casualties. He turned his horse and charged straight at the enemy. After joining forces with the Gallic sworn warriors, his army of about one or two thousand people directly killed their way through the entire battlefield and rushed towards Merovingian's central camp.

"Chief. Retreat."

Just as Merovice was trying his best to gather the fleeing soldiers nearby, the sound of galloping horses suddenly rang out. The Frankish guards nearby immediately said with horror, "They're coming back again!"

If this had happened during the day, a forced attack would have resulted in heavy casualties, but now it was night, and the disorganized Frankish army was unable to form an effective encirclement and resistance.

No matter how many tens of thousands of enemies there were, Duncan was facing only one or two thousand elite troops around Merovice.

Under the dim moonlight.

The brightness of the projected page is almost the same as during the day.

Duncan drew out the sword of oath of victory and killed more than ten people in a row. Cullin in the back roared and personally led dozens of oath warriors to rush out of a bloody path with shields raised.

It's now!

When Duncan took down Norden's bow, the general's guards behind him marched straight in and broke into the camp in one fell swoop.

call out!
A sharp arrow pierced the air in the darkness, and the personal guard protecting Merovice was shot dead on the spot. This legendary figure in Frank was now frightened out of his wits. In the dim firelight, a figure was illuminated from afar, soaked in blood, like a ghost descending to the earth, and broken limbs were left everywhere he went.

The Germanic barbarians were known for their bravery, and the Franks were even more fierce and courageous, but at this moment, facing that man, everyone looked terrified.

This is no longer considered an ordinary person.

——Continuous arrows!

Duncan drew his bow without hesitation and shot four men with five arrows in a row. He then rode straight in and rushed to the flag of Merovice. The distance between them was only a hundred meters.

The chieftains' personal guards around them fought desperately to protect them, and the Frankish axe throwers fought desperately to counterattack.

dead!
Norden's bow condensed invisible gale and eventually turned into an arrow of wind.

Don't know when.

Behind Duncan, the guardian fairies of Avalon emerged as shadows, followed by the phantom of the goddess Sulis, and then a faint light invisible to the naked eye rose in the direction of Ireland.

"We won't miss this time."

Duncan seemed to vaguely hear the whispers of the guardian fairies, and the next second an arrow of wind shot out from the air.

——Merovice (protected by the sea god) (tribal leader) (Frankish destiny) (attention of the Holy Spirit) [four-star gold].

Click.

The moment the Wind Arrow was shot out, a burly shadow like the waves appeared behind Merovice, and then a hazy illusion that seemed to be a sea god emerged. He let out a low roar full of unwillingness, trying to block the Wind Arrow, but was directly shattered by the fairies of Avalon.

Only Attila's All-Spirit Protection, the Scourge of God, blocked the attack of the fairies of Avalon.

Blood sprayed.

A hole appeared on Merovi's chest, his heart was shot through on the spot, and the hazy shadow of the sea god gradually fell apart.

Attila was able to block the Scourge of God because the Shamanism's belief in all spirits was still very strong. However, it was really presumptuous of a certain sea god who didn't even have a name, or was just an irrelevant folk rumor, to want to block the attack of the fairies of Avalon.

This was the first time that Duncan used supernatural powers to kill a leader. There was no doubt that the boss behind Merovice was not strong enough. Unless Odin protected him personally, he could not be stopped at all.

boom!
The arrow of wind pierced through the flagpole behind Merovi, and the flagpole was hit by the aftermath and fell down with a loud bang.

In the midst of thousands of troops, Duncan cut off the terrified head of Merovingian. When he held it high, it was like a scene of hellish ghosts, which made the nearby Frankish soldiers terrified.

At this moment, even the fierce chief's guards lost their morale and threw down their weapons in surrender.

At this moment.

The Franks and Sarions were completely erased from history.

within dimensional space.

The moment Duncan killed Merovingian, he seemed to see the surging river of history. The Frankish Kingdom was gradually falling apart, the Charlemagne Empire no longer existed, the Holy Roman Empire seemed like a dream bubble, and the history of the entire Europe was heading in an unpredictable direction.

Click!Click!
The original long river of history collapsed directly. The chain reaction caused by his killing of Merovice was even greater than killing the Whip of God. Almost the next few hundred years of European history fell into chaos, and then swallowed everything like a whirlpool.

In the last scene, Duncan actually saw a King of Hearts.

It represents Charlemagne, the man who would later be revered as the 'Father of Europe', but who is no longer alive.

The figure on the King of Hearts suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Duncan, and was eventually torn apart bit by bit by history, completely disappearing in the long river of time.

There will probably be no more Charlemagne in this world.

Destiny trembles.

On the projected page, a row of information appears.

"The Frankish Kingdom is no more!"

"The country you establish will seize part of the power of the Frankish Kingdom, Charlemagne's Empire, and the Holy Roman Empire."

"The long course of history has changed, and the direction of history has shifted dramatically."

"You are consolidating the title of [Father of Europe]."

Don't know when.

A King of Hearts appeared out of thin air in Duncan's hand, and the face printed on it actually looked a bit like Human No. 1.

The King of Spades represents the legendary King David, whose son was Solomon, and the more famous of them are Solomon and the 72 Demons. The King of Hearts represents Charlemagne, the King of Clubs represents Alexander the Great, and the King of Diamonds represents Julius Caesar.

This phantom-like King of Hearts floated out from the long river of oblivion in history and fell into Duncan's palm.

——"KING OF HEARTS (Power of Destiny): You can give this item to others, granting them the luck of an emperor. They will also gain some of the wisdom, courage, and luck of outstanding historical emperors."

(The predetermined fate has changed. Even if a beggar gets it, he may become a king due to his luck.)
(It is the embodiment of the destiny of the Frankish Kingdom, Charlemagne's Empire, and the Holy Roman Empire.)
(If possessed by an emperor, he will definitely gather destiny.)
The long river of history in the dimensional space gradually returned to calm.

Among the many Germanic barbarians, the Franks had the best combat effectiveness, which indirectly promoted the evolution of many kingdoms, but now it is impossible for the Franks to become an independent kingdom.

The only barbarians who came south were the most capable Ostrogoths and Visigoths.

………………

(End of this chapter)