Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 887 - 5: Bloodline Descendants? Kill All Alike!

Paris, the Triumphal Arch.

Upon seeing the majestic arch in front of him, Duncan’s expression appeared slightly dazed, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to the turbulent times many years ago, when he fought across the whole European continent.

But thinking about it now, it was already eight hundred years ago.

"Your Majesty."

Teresa’s figure lightly descended, a pair of black wings appearing behind her, dissipating into feathers upon touching the ground. This magic was called "Feather Flight Spell," belonging to the Transformation Series, developed by a wizard from Scotland, considered one of the common spells for flight.

But its practicality was limited, suitable for short distances, whereas for longer distances, transforming into a bird was better.

Duncan stroked the Triumphal Arch in front of him, glanced back at the witch behind him, and said calmly, "Find a way to pass on the few relics sent from Italy to the Jacobin faction."

White terror.

The guillotine of the revolution.

Their strength is a bit weak; this doesn’t meet Duncan’s expectations.

Upon hearing his words, Teresa’s expression showed surprise. She hesitated for a moment, was about to speak but then stopped, finally lowering her head respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The witch quickly departed.

These people were considered one of the branches evolved from the witch gatherings of yesteryear, with Teresa being one of the leaders, her power being close to a four-star silver-grey level, stronger than many lower-ranking Heroic Spirits. For small-scale Holy Grail rituals, a summoned Heroic Spirit would be at roughly four-star level, and the replicated Holy Grail could at most achieve the effect of ’Limited Wish Technique’ (equivalent to a 7th-circle spell).

Behind Duncan, Catherine’s expression was inexplicable, seeming somewhat incredulous, hesitant, pondering for a long time before cautiously saying, "Your Majesty."

She wasn’t actually accustomed to addressing others as Your Majesty, but in front of this man, she seemed to lose all the arrogance belonging to a king.

"Hmm?" Duncan slowly turned his head.

Catherine was a Heroic Spirit summoned by the Royalist Party, and the Royalists most detested the Jacobin Party because it was they who sent King Louis to the guillotine, along with the queen and many nobles of Paris who were sentenced to death.

She was part of the royalist faction, innately in opposition to the Jacobin faction.

"Your Majesty."

Catherine considered for a moment before saying, "The royal nobles of France, most of them have a trace of your bloodline."

"After the Jacobin Party launched the revolution, they ruled by terror and killed many of the royal nobles."

"These people are considered your bloodline descendants."

"Why do you want to support them?"

"Moreover, if the Revolutionary Party gets stronger, your royal bloodline in other parts of Europe will also suffer heavy losses."

Bloodline? Descendants?

To Duncan, it didn’t actually hold much significance.

His gaze was very calm, staring in the direction of the distant guillotine, and he said quietly, "I know."

His offspring had enjoyed prosperity and wealth from the Middle Ages to now.

Now the era is changing.

If they can’t accept it and cling desperately to power, then if they die, they die.

Duncan looked at the hesitant Catherine and said calmly, "Most of the royal nobles across Europe have a trace of my bloodline."

"Be it France, Britain, Germany, or Russia."

"To me."

"Whether or not they are my bloodline descendants, it actually doesn’t hold much importance."

He is an Immortal.

Apart from the initial few offspring, the subsequent bloodline carries no real sentiment for him.

Even his women, from the first human form to the present, Duncan doesn’t know how many women there have been.

But besides the first few, how many could really enter his inner world? It’s nothing more than finding ways to settle them. If he happens to think of them one day, he might summon them for a bit of service or occasionally descend his will to care for them. If they can be collected into the Divine Country, they have been.

Emperor.

King of Kings.

There’s not that much ordinary human sentiment.

Even the initial passion for warring on the battlefield has gradually faded for Duncan.

Because there’s a threshold. As his strength increases, the requirements to provide excitement also rise, and ordinary matters no longer offer him any thrill.

Even the wars of mortals can’t stir a single feeling, and instead, they seem a bit tedious.

Nowadays, ordinary beautiful women sometimes aren’t even considered a diversion for Duncan.

In the previous world, he discovered that only well-known beauties from history could spark a slight interest resembling a collector’s obsession.

This is the fading of desires, even sexual desire.

Including Catherine before him, what piqued Duncan’s interest in her was not her beauty, not her figure, but more importantly, her identity.

This transformation is the indifference and laziness after the satisfaction of many desires, because Duncan has been through the world for a very long time.

Sometimes, even when manifesting miracles before people, he’s somewhat uninterested.

He’s gradually losing something, and this indifference will grow stronger until he fully experiences all earthly pleasures and sorrows, and finally sees through everything in the world, shifting from the human aspect to the divine aspect of himself.

This is inevitable.

Because with Duncan’s authority, status, and power, he’s destined to grow weary of all earthly things until he adopts the mindset of a true Creator.

As the saying goes, "God doesn’t care."

One hundred years, two hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years.

Would Duncan still find anything novel in mortal affairs ten thousand years later?