Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 882 - 3: Battle Royale! Empress? Kneel! (Part 2)

"A summoned creature?"

"A servant demon?"

At this moment, Balton realized that the enemy was not in a human form, but a creature resembling a human.

In the next second.

A powerful surge of magic power filled the air. Suddenly, a faint glow appeared, and as if an invisible force field turned into a blade, it attacked. Balton instinctively raised his shield, and amidst the erupting sparks, his figure was pushed back several meters, with a cut over ten centimeters long on his shield.

Energy field spell.

Unlike transformation series spells, this type of spell has substantial physical effects.

Instant casting.

This is a true mage.

In the darkness, several shadows stood up. On the opposite rooftop, a young woman with an elegant and beautiful appearance gracefully emerged. She held a longsword in one hand and a codex in the other, as if a usurper, she opened the realm of royal authority and initiated ’Decree: True Words’ against Balton.

"Kneel!"

"General Balton!"

The opponent actually knew his real name, seeming to know everything about him.

Who are they?

Do they dare to command me to kneel?

Balton’s expression turned furious, the ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and his entire body soared into the air. With a raised hand, the javelin automatically returned to his grasp. Though he was bound by allegiance and naturally restrained by royal authority, not just any random authority could command him.

Invisible curses twisted around Balton, temporarily restricting his movements, while shadow assassins around him launched surprise attacks.

Could she be a descendant of your majesty?

No.

The royal authority she possessed was merely a small fraction split from the empire. The reason she could restrict him with decree true words was entirely due to the codex in her hands.

— "The Codex of the Third Roman Empire"!

Being a battlefield veteran, Balton realized in an instant the reason for his restraint.

"I am a general of the Roman Empire."

"Though I am unaware of what the ’Codex of the Third Roman Empire’ entails, it seems to possess a trace of subjugation power."

"Moreover, this woman’s magic power restrains males significantly."

Clang!

Sparks exploded.

Balton was momentarily held stiff by the true words decree. Then, several assassin-like figures targeted his vital points in unison. Amidst the spattering sparks, a Roman-style general’s armor manifested on his body. In the astounding gaze of the woman, Balton demonstrated exceptionally adept combat techniques, parrying with a short sword, bashing a shield to crush an assassin’s skull, kicking to break the enemy’s pelvis, and then the short sword turned into a flash of cold light, slicing another’s neck.

Roman combat techniques.

Shield parrying, short sword stabbing, after the square shields were improved into round shields, they also used techniques such as crotch kicking and shield strikes.

There is no showy flair, just pure proficiency.

Balton’s moves seemed ordinary, but the outcome was three assassins dead and one injured in the ambush, while he himself received only a few abdominal injuries, most of which were blocked by armor.

Experts in the army rarely dodge; they parry and block when they can, and when they can’t, they let the armor absorb the damage.

Roll to evade?

Once the battle formation is set, where is there room for such maneuvers?

Bam!

Realizing that this enemy was difficult to handle, the beautiful woman on the rooftop leaped down, attempting to retreat. However, at this moment, a gunshot rang out.

Balton burst into a sprint, throwing the Celtic rune javelin.

Subsequently, he drew the firearm at his waist, directly aiming at the woman’s head, decisively pulling the trigger.

Unlike other heroic spirits, Balton is well-adapted to the changing times.

Upon learning that modern armies had begun equipping firearms on a large scale, he promptly mastered their use and now considers himself a sharpshooter.

A flash of blood appeared.

The woman seemed prepared for the javelin, but hadn’t anticipated the use of a firearm. The bullet struck her right shoulder. With a muffled groan, she fled into the darkness without looking back.

The enemy had thick blood, high defenses, and excelled at holding the line. In a skirmish, she gained no advantage whatsoever.

Who knows how much time passed.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the Corsican witch also arrived.

"They’re royalists."

Blu checked the nearby corpses and said solemnly, "Do you know which heroic spirit they summoned?"

The Corsican witch softly replied, "It should be Catherine, Empress of the Russian Empire."

Balton was just about to speak.

Suddenly, a sensation overcame him, and his expression turned extremely shocked, followed by a trace of uncontrollable joy. He turned his gaze to the southwest direction of Paris in the darkness.

A faint, almost imperceptible breath, caused him to tremble with excitement.

Hundreds of years have passed.

From the rise to the fall of the empire, over hundreds of years, these old veterans gradually transformed into upper-rank heroic spirits due to faith and sacrifices, with Severus rumored to be a druidic demigod.

And now, at last, he once again sensed the presence of your majesty.

On the other side of Paris.

At this moment, Duncan’s expression was also quite surprised. He stood on a rooftop, gazing in Balton’s direction with interest, "The Codex of the Third Roman Empire?"

"Is it inscribed with decrees to suppress serfs?"

"Can this also be used for the true words decree?"

After entering Paris, Duncan locked onto the presence of at least six powerful heroic spirits, among whom one was almost in a ghostly form, wandering on the earth, a white ghost haunting the land of Paris, powerful and terrifying, symbolizing the harshest judgment.