Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 376 Chaotic Battle! Empress? Kneel!
In the dim light of dawn, Napoleon and his entourage secretly arrived in Paris.

Before entering Paris, he had already contacted local military officers and sent his brother Lucien Bonaparte to contact supporters.

He needs to secure the support of major Parisian bankers.

Standing behind Napoleon was a burly man with distinctive Italian features. His expression was serious as he stared at a black man in the distance, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "A black slave?" he asked.

"So they can walk the streets of Paris openly now?"

A young man beside Napoleon whispered, "The government abolished slavery. They are now considered free."

Barton scoffed at the man's words.

He was a pure Roman during his lifetime, and his ancestors for three generations had served in the Roman legions. He looked down on not only these lowest-ranking black people, but also the Gauls and Germans. In his eyes, Frankish blood was barbaric, and now he was even introducing black people into France, polluting the bloodline of Europe.

An extremely arrogant Roman.

The young man seemed to realize that Barton disliked black slaves, and lowered his voice to say, "Although His Excellency Napoleon supports the revolution, he does not advocate the immediate abolition of slavery."

"He supported the restoration of slavery, especially against black slaves in the colonies."

Hearing the other party's words, Barton's expression softened. He glanced at Napoleon ahead. Although Heroic Spirits were subject to their summoners, if they insisted on disobeying orders due to differing ideologies, they could certainly cause trouble for their Masters. Those Heroic Spirits that could be summoned were basically all prominent figures in human history. If it weren't for the creation of Command Seals, controlling them would have been extremely difficult; there were even early records of summoners being tortured and killed by Heroic Spirits.

It's somewhat similar to summoning a demon with magic, only to be instantly reduced to ashes by the demon.

Which of these heroic spirits wasn't unruly and ruthless when they were alive?

Napoleon and his entourage secretly entered a mansion. His guards quickly took over the place, while the young man named Bruce whispered to Barton, "Lord Barton."

"Please ensure the safety of this mansion tonight."

It didn't take long.

The secluded mansion began to receive a steady stream of guests, including Parisian capitalists and bankers, as well as church personnel who appeared to be priests.

In order to launch a coup, Napoleon Bonaparte needed the support of the Parisian bourgeoisie. Without their strong support, the chances of the coup succeeding were slim. Even if he were to seize power by force, it would plunge the whole of Paris into turmoil.

At the same time, he also sent messengers to secretly obtain the support of the church. For him, everything of value was worth using, and turning against them was a matter for the future.

He had been familiar with this technique since childhood, having read biographies of Duncan and Caesar.

Barton quickly took over the defense of the entire mansion.

He didn't know much about the young man who had summoned him, but he could tell that the man was very capable and had the unique aura of a military general. He was decisive and ruthless in his actions.

"A coup d'état?"

"Why would a coup summon me? Does this mean the Imperial Wizarding Association has also become embroiled in worldly conflicts?"

These people seem unaware of the true nature of Heroic Spirit Summoning, believing it to be merely the use of magic to summon a powerful ally.

While Barton was directing the deployment of his guards, he was also observing the people around Napoleon. Apart from the French dragoons, only a witch from Corsica was quite capable in combat. As for Napoleon's own martial prowess, it was not so outstanding. However, the way his guards looked at him was very similar to how Roman legionary officers looked at Aetius the protector.

This is an extremely unique personal charm.

Night falls.

Just as Bruce saw off his visitors after a secret afternoon of discussion, a barely audible noise suddenly came from behind him, and Barton, who had been resting with his eyes closed in a corner of the courtyard, instantly opened his eyes.

Bloody smell!

Enemies have infiltrated.

He was the commander of the Imperial Legion during his lifetime, and his greatest skill was commanding legionary battles. Putting him here is a bit of a waste of his talents.

Moreover, dealing with assassins was not his forte; it was the Gallic Covenant warriors led by Cú Lin who were adept at dealing with assassins, because these Covenant warriors possessed beast-like instincts and perceptions.

Barton strode out, a javelin appearing in his palm as he flipped it. A cry of alarm came from the corner of the courtyard, and the patrolling guards quickly discovered the body: a young French soldier whose throat had been slit, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"There's an assassin!" someone exclaimed.

Inside the room, the Corsican witch instantly appeared at the window and cast a spell to create a protective barrier, similar to Triss the Raven Queen's protective deflection field, but also effective against bullets from firearms.

As firearms gradually became the mainstream weapon on the battlefield, this spell became a required course for wizards.

Barton instantly locked onto a hunched figure on the wall. He leaped onto the wall and hurled his javelin. The Celtic rune 'Sure Hit' glowed faintly, piercing the enemy's chest instantly.

The enemy's corpses fell, and then began to slowly dissipate into smoke.

"Summoned creature?"

"A familiar?"

It was only then that Barton realized that the enemy was not human, but a monster that resembled a human.

next second.

A powerful magical fluctuation emanated from the air, followed by a flash of light. It was as if an invisible force field had transformed into a blade and attacked. In an instant, Barton raised his shield, and with a burst of sparks, he was knocked back several meters, leaving a cut more than ten centimeters long on his shield.

Energy field spell.

Unlike transformation spells, this type of magic has tangible physical effects.

Instant casting.

This is a true magician.

Several shadows rose from the darkness, and on the opposite rooftop, a young woman with a graceful and beautiful appearance and a voluptuous figure appeared. She held a long sword in one hand and a law code in the other, as if she were a usurper, opening up the domain of royal power, and casting 'Law: Mantra' on Barton.

"Your Majesty!"

"General Barton!"

The other party actually knew his real name and seemed to know everything about him.

who?

How dare you make me kneel down?

Barton was furious. The ground beneath his feet shattered, and he was lifted into the air. With a flick of his wrist, the javelin flew back into his hand. Although he was a subject and was inherently restrained by royal power, he was not someone that any Tom, Dick, or Harry could command.

Invisible spells bound Barton's body, temporarily restricting his movements, while the shadow assassins around him launched a sneak attack.

Is she a descendant of His Majesty?
wrong.

The royal power she possessed was only a tiny fraction of what the empire had spun off. The reason she was able to restrain herself with the Manifesto of Law was entirely due to the legal code in her hand.

—The Third Roman Code!
Barton, being a seasoned veteran, understood the reason for his being restrained in an instant.

“I am a general of the Roman Empire.”

"Although we don't know what the Third Roman Code she possesses is, it seems to have a power of enslavement."

"Moreover, this woman's magic is extremely effective against men."

clang!
The Mars exploded.

Barton was momentarily stunned by the Mantra of Truth, and then several assassin-like figures thrust at his vital points. As sparks flew, a Roman-style general's armor appeared on his body. Under the woman's incredulous gaze, Barton displayed extremely high combat skills. He parried with his short sword, smashed an assassin's skull with a shield strike, then kicked an enemy's hip bone, and then his short sword turned into a flash of cold light, slicing off another person's neck.

Roman warfare techniques.

They used shields to block, short swords to stab, and after the square shields were modified into round shields, they also used techniques such as groin kicks and shield strikes.

There are no fancy tricks, just pure skill.

Barton's moves seemed unremarkable, but the result was that three of the assassins who attacked him died and one was injured, while he himself only suffered a few wounds on his abdomen, most of which were covered by his armor.

The army's experts rarely dodge; they parry and block if they can, and if they can't block, they use their armor to absorb the damage.

Roll to dodge?

Once the battle formation is set up, where is there room to maneuver? Bang!
Seemingly realizing that this enemy was somewhat troublesome, the beautiful woman on the rooftop leaped down in an attempt to retreat, but just then, a gunshot rang out.

Barton accelerated and hurled his Celtic rune javelin.

He then drew his flintlock pistol, aimed it directly at the woman's head, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Unlike other Heroic Spirits, Barton is very adaptable to the changing times.

After learning that the army had begun to equip itself with firearms on a large scale, he immediately became familiar with the use of muskets and is now considered a sharpshooter.

Blood suddenly appeared.

The woman seemed wary of the javelin, but she didn't expect the enemy to use a musket. A bullet hit her right shoulder, and with a muffled groan, she fled into the darkness without looking back.

This enemy has high health and defense and is good at holding its ground; after a series of exchanges, she didn't gain any advantage at all.

I do not know how long it has been.

Footsteps approached, and the Corsican witch arrived.

"He's a royalist."

Bruce examined the nearby corpses and said in a deep voice, "Do you know which heroic spirit they summoned?"

The Corsican witch whispered, "It should be Catherine the Great, the Empress of the Russian Empire."

Barton was about to say something.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his expression turned extremely shocked, followed by a surge of joy, and he turned to look at the southwest direction of Paris in the darkness.

That faint, almost imperceptible aura made him tremble with excitement.

It's been hundreds of years.

From the birth of the empire to its collapse, over hundreds of years, these elders gradually transformed into high-ranking heroic spirits due to their faith and rituals. Among them, Severus was even rumored to be a demigod among the druids.

And now, he finally felt His Majesty's presence again.

On the other side of Paris.

Duncan looked quite surprised. Standing on the rooftop, he gazed in the direction of Barton and asked with interest, "The code of the Third Roman Empire?"

"It still bears the inscription of laws that oppressed serfs?"

"Can this also be used to cast the Law Mantra?"

After entering Paris, Duncan detected the auras of at least six powerful Heroic Spirits, one of which was even close to a ghostly form—a white ghost that lingered on the land of Paris, powerful and terrifying, representing the most radical judgment.

A raven landed on the witch Theresa's shoulder, then vanished in a puff of black smoke. "Your Majesty," she whispered, referring to the raven familiar.

"It should be Catherine the Great, summoned by the royalists."

Catherine's achievements mainly included the partition of Poland, southward expansion, and Black Sea hegemony. During her reign, she enhanced Russia's international standing, while also dividing the country into provinces and strengthening central authority.

However, in order to consolidate her rule, she also expanded the privileges of the nobility, bringing serfdom to its most severe stage and triggering dozens of peasant uprisings.

Besides that, she has a lot of romantic scandals, almost comparable to Wu Zetian.

"Can conquering Poland really be considered an achievement?"

Duncan remained completely unmoved after hearing Theresa's words.

While Catherine the Great was indeed remarkable as one of the empresses in history, calling her an "emperor" is a stretch. It's more accurate to say that her status as a woman elevated her to the level of an emperor.

"So this is what the royalists summoned?"

"Couldn't they summon some older and more powerful heroic spirits?" Duncan narrowed his eyes slightly.

No.

too weak.

We need to clear the card pool and let them summon again.

Duncan gestured for Theresa to stay where she was, then leaped down and approached Ekaterina. How could a Heroic Spirit who could be wounded by a pistol possibly hold up the factional battle of the Mist Moon Revolution?

"It's time to bring out a batch of the holy relics that I had my men collect back then!"

Duncan instantly pinpointed the location of a certain attic. He saw the mage who summoned the spirits, a middle-aged man with a mustache, slicked-back hair, and a strong perfume scent.

dead!
Duncan casually picked up a spear and threw it, instantly creating a sonic boom.

boom!
The attic several hundred meters away exploded with a deafening roar. When the dust settled, one of the royalist magicians, the one with the title 'Radiant One', had died on the spot.

This title originated from the court's veneration of the Sun King during the reign of Louis XIV, symbolizing the royal sorcerer who controlled the magic of light.

at the same time.

Catherine, who was evacuating from Napoleon's residence, looked horrified. She had just suddenly lost her magical connection, and the next second a huge explosion occurred at the location of the summoner, causing the entire roof to collapse.

The summoner is dead.

Without external magical power, she will soon perish.

Who did it?
Are there other powerful Heroic Spirits nearby?

As if sensing the dissipating power, Catherine didn't even bother looking for her Master's body. She stood there blankly, waiting for her soul to return to the Throne of Heroes, a realm beyond the real world, symbolizing the traces of human history.

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps sounded.

Ekaterina looked up at the young man who emerged from the darkness. He was tall, handsome, and imposing, with a pair of deep black eyes and a terrifying aura emanating from him. When he looked down at her from his superior position, Ekaterina even had an urge to kneel down on the spot.

Royal power crushes all!

The opponent completely crushed all the domain power she possessed in her most proficient and proudest domain, the domain of royal power.

For an instant.

As if struck by a sudden inspiration, the dissipating Catherine lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt on one knee before the young man, saying with extreme humility, "Your Majesty!"

The terrifying pressure gradually dissipated.

The young man who emerged from the darkness glanced at her and said calmly, "You know me?"

After saying that, he rested his chin on his hand and said, "You're about to disappear."

"Would you be interested in becoming my servant?"

Servant?
Is it possible for a Heroic Spirit to become a Master of another Heroic Spirit?

Catherine was extremely shocked. If anyone else had said this, she would have thought they were crazy. After all, as a Prussian princess, she had studied mystical knowledge in her lifetime. But since the emperor in front of her said this, she dared not doubt it.

After all, the true European nobility with a long and distinguished tradition all know that the magic system was formed after the establishment of the empire, when His Majesty arranged for many wizards to work together to organize it.

Runes appeared in Duncan's palm, and a vast, ocean-like magical power surged forth, as if it were the breath of a dragon.

A command spell dissipated.

He directly contracted Ekaterina, who was standing before him, to become a Heroic Spirit Servant. Duncan's magic for summoning and controlling Heroic Spirits was not learned from anyone else; it was personally taught to him by a powerful figure named Odin.

There were also some tips and tricks for controlling Heroic Spirits that the Valkyries, or the female warriors, secretly taught him.

The world is slowly upgrading, and if the Norse Valkyries were summoned to the real world, they should be able to reach the level of six or seven stars.

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(End of this chapter)