Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 85 The big counterattack!
dragon?
In the Middle Ages, dragons were the watershed of mythology.

Especially after the Norse pantheon began to flourish, dragons became increasingly common in myths and legends. The church also has many legends about dragons, and even Satan is depicted as a seven-headed red dragon wearing a crown. After the end of the mythological era, dragon-related legends undoubtedly occupied the forefront of many monster legends, and their spread was significantly wider.

Anya's magic power is even lower, just like a half-filled bottle of water. After all, she is a two-star blank player, unlike the Raven Queen Triss who possesses an extremely large magic pool.

Anya cast a spell, but she only had so much magic power, so she could only cast a spell of this intensity.

But the Raven Queen - Triss is different. She can only output so much magic power and cast such low-level spells. Once she exceeds the limit, she may suffer backlash from the magic power.

Because of this, Anya's feelings are more obvious.

It's like a half-full bottle of water. You pour a glass of water into it, and you can feel the difference at first glance. But if you pour a glass of water into a lake, you can't see the difference at all. Just a few small splashes will appear.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of Raven Queen Triss, and she asked solemnly, "Your magic power has increased?"

Anya nodded affirmatively: "A little bit."

"not much."

“But it feels increasingly clear.”

"I wasn't sure before, but after last night, I'm more and more certain that it's only by being around Duncan that I can see a slight increase in my magic power."

"sometimes."

"When I get close to him, it's like I'm touching a very faint vortex of magic."

Is there such a thing?
Why don’t I feel it?
Raven Queen Triss pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Does anyone else feel the same way?"

Anya shook her head and said, "I'm alone at the moment."

"There are very few people close to him. Although Severus spends more time with him, he is different from us. He relies on the power of Avalon to cast spells."

Druids can cast spells with the power of faith in gods, which is closer to the priest's divine magic system.

Anya could also borrow it once.

But unfortunately, the Aphrodite cult she believed in has completely died out, and the only thing left in the cult is a few tricks to please men.

At present, in the entire ancient Roman and Greek polytheism, it is estimated that only the Raven Queen - Triss can rely on the identity of the high priest to borrow some power, but it is very little. The exiled faction of gods no longer has faith and sacrifices. In addition, the reality of the decline of mythology suppresses her, so she has to pay a considerable price to cast a powerful spell.

The Raven Queen, Triss, was slightly agitated, her voice trembling as she spoke, "Don't tell anyone, and don't mention it to anyone for now."

This secret is important.

Raven Queen Triss believes that it will even change this era.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Anya and said, "I will arrange for another member of the witch coven to approach him."

"You have no objection?"

It was rare that the Raven Queen - Triss was actually asking for Anya's opinion at this time, and Anya really stood up.

The status rises sharply!

Anya smiled gracefully, her charm natural, and said calmly: "Who do you think I am?"

"Is she insecure about her own charm? Or is she just a petty, foolish country woman?"

"He has no children yet."

"Why do you think I got so close to Igrain?"

The imperial atmosphere is very different from that of Eastern countries.

Octavian married a woman who had given birth, even allowing her ex-husband to divorce and get promoted. This was considered a political marriage. In imperial families that valued offspring, especially those favoring political marriages, having children was sometimes considered a plus. As for virginity, the imperial elite didn't really care, as they could get whatever they wanted. The power of the ruling class in this era was formidable.

After all, the right of virginity was once a thing that came into being in Europe. In fact, the right of virginity was later used to exchange money for taxation in disguise.

It is equivalent to giving the betrothal gift to the noble lord to redeem the bride's first ownership.

In this era, there was a slave class that was incomparable to many livestock. In the empire's slave market, the cheapest virgin female slave only cost a dozen dinars, but most of them were very young. Because it was a waste of food to raise them for several years, many people were not willing to buy them. They preferred to buy boys because they could work.

History does not need to be beautified. History is bloody and full of cannibalistic times.

It was only after Duncan came to power in Britain, relying on his astonishing military exploits and his immense power, that he gradually liberated most of the slaves and transformed them into semi-self-employed farmers. Otherwise, how could Igraine, with his status, have easily recruited over 2,000 British militiamen when Southampton was besieged by the enemy?
joke.

They all fought for Duncan, for freedom, and for land; Duchess Igraine was merely a leader.

Duncan has no children yet. If he had children, his descendants would sit on the Iron Throne of Britain.

No one can shake it even a little bit!

The Raven Queen, Triss, hesitated for a moment and said, "Igrain is not suitable. Don't do anything rash."

She knows better.

Igraine is the focus of the legendary wizard Merlin, and Merlin has become a little obsessed with prophecy. He predicts the red dragon and the white dragon, and the birth of King Arthur, making the guardian fairies of Avalon think that this old guy is crazy.

If prophecies were really that useful, why would people still fight for their lives in real life?
Let’s all go find the Son of Prophecy.

Avalon in the mist had no choice but to bet on Merlin's prophecy. Now, there is no King Arthur. There is only one king on the British Isles, and that is Duncan who will ascend the throne in the future!

Even that old man King Uther has to stand aside.

After Duncan slew Attila, the Scourge of God, the Avalon of the Mists was already a lost cause, and there was no need to worry about the myth dying out for the next thousand years. As long as Duncan's immortal military exploits remained in human history, the Avalon of the Mists would surely be mentioned repeatedly in legend.

In fact, there is already a legend about the Sword of Promised Victory. The Avalon Faith wants to concentrate more powerful forces to forge a true holy sword that can compete with the Church's "Lance of Longinus".

Because one day in the future, Duncan may have to face the legendary "God-killing Spear". The apostate emperor of the empire, Julian, died in unclear circumstances, and the guardian fairies of Avalon have to be on guard!
The Holy Sword - Sword of Promised Victory, and the Scabbard - Guardian of Avalon, all need to be powerfully upgraded.

The guardian fairies plan to reforge the sword with myths and faith!
inside the room.

Anya smiled charmingly, raised her eyebrows and said, "It's just a try."

"It doesn't have to be her."

"Igraine is a little special. She actually gave birth to a natural witch."

"And the one she's pregnant with now seems to be quite unusual."

"It's extremely difficult for you and me to conceive, and it's similar for other witches."

"It would be best to marry in the future."

"I heard that Valentinian III has a daughter who is very beautiful and only fifteen years old. Unfortunately, she is already engaged to the son of Aetius."

"Otherwise, the legendary Princess Pracitia would be more suitable."

Triss, the Raven Queen, stared at Anya for a long moment, as if getting to know this Roman noblewoman again. Then she slowly said, "No hurry."

"It depends on what he thinks."

"Some things are not beautiful if we do them too much. As for marriage, it is no small matter, and the emperor of the empire is not necessarily the right person."

Anya always surprises people. Sometimes she is spoiled, flexible and weak like a quail, and sometimes she can show extraordinary temperament, broad mind and vision.

Anya hesitated for a moment, then asked with a slightly expectant look, "Do you have any ideas?"

"For example, ancient witchcraft?"

"Can you allow us to conceive a child as well?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, looked slightly disappointed and shook her head, saying, "It's difficult. The chances are slim."

"The age of gods is over."

"It's difficult for us, the alien species, to have offspring."

The difficulty for them to get pregnant is no less than that for a vampire to mate with a human and give birth to a half-human, half-vampire offspring.

If you rely on special witchcraft, the child born may not necessarily be a normal person.

Witches in the mythological era gave birth to many monsters.

Duncan's current situation was quite unique. His bloodline was mixed, and the chances of him conceiving offspring were also very low. He was engraved with the bloodline of both dragons and giants. It was a well-known fact that it was extremely difficult for dragons to reproduce.

Anya was extremely disappointed when she heard this, but she was not discouraged. Instead, she said, "Then I'll try again. What if I succeed?"

"If you have a chance, you can try it too."

Anya never gives up easily. If she hadn't been working hard, she wouldn't be on par with the Raven Queen, Triss.

Of course, her status has only risen recently, but usually she is still the one at the bottom.

She was actually more powerful, and her hips were even bigger than the Raven Queen's.

The revival of magic is no small matter.

Raven Queen Triss pondered for a moment and then said, "I will try to recall more members of the coven of witches of average strength. Please help me find anyone else who has undergone this change."

She felt that the weaker the witch, the more likely she was to detect a slight change in magic power.

Average strength?
You bad woman, you are bullying me again.

Anya narrowed her eyes slightly and snorted softly. She didn't refute, nor could she refute. She was still as graceful as a proud swan and said, "I'll keep an eye on it."

"When will I tell him about this?"

Raven Queen Triss thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait until we're sure."

She plans to try again tonight.

It made no sense that Anya would feel anything, but she didn't notice any movement of magic at all.

Night falls.

Duncan spent a busy day in the barracks. With the return of the British Empire Legion, he needed to reorganize the army and prepare to expand it to six thousand-man British Legions. Some of the veterans were quite old, honestly. Although they were one-star silver-gray elite units in their forties, their use on the battlefield was not worth it. They would only be needed in a decisive battle against a powerful enemy.

Duncan's plan was to turn them into military instructors so that they could train a more combat-effective British legion.

Here's another rough idea.

The general idea is that after defeating the Kingdom of Kent in the future, Duncan's territory will expand significantly, and then the defense of the coastal areas will be very difficult, and will be harassed by Saxon pirates from time to time.

The original British naval corps must be re-established.

In addition, he also wanted to vigorously develop the navy and assign some older members of the British Imperial Legion who were about to retire to coastal towns, allowing them to settle directly in these places and serve as town garrisons.

In this way, if they encountered a small group of Saxon pirates landing to rob, they could organize a militia at any time to defend against enemy invasion.

There doesn't need to be too many people.

Generally, a dozen veterans of the British Empire Legion can organize hundreds of militiamen to resist the invaders. When the time comes, they can repair the roads, build some beacon towers for warning, and form a mobile cavalry unit composed of Sarmatians. No matter how many small groups of Saxon pirates come, they will be killed.

This is the only way we can use at the moment. We should first strengthen the defense capabilities of towns in coastal areas, and then we can directly destroy the Saxon's lair in the future.

Governor's residence.

Under the flickering candlelight.

Duncan stared at Triss, who was devotedly licking her child. For some reason, he felt that the Raven Queen was particularly proactive tonight. In the past, it was always Duncan who took the initiative to ask for it, but this was the first time she was so impatient.

Is this going to compete with Anya?
Duncan lay down obediently, his hands crossed behind his head, intimidated by the supreme majesty of the Raven Queen - Triss, and did not dare to make any rash moves.

Triss, the Raven Queen with a skull mark, is not to be messed with.

After a long time.

Raven Queen Triss looked up in surprise. She seemed to sense something, but it had nothing to do with her previous attempts. Although she didn't notice any increase in her magic power, she could sense that the little magic power she had consumed was recovering at an accelerated rate around Duncan.

Just like Anya said.

If you sense it carefully, it does seem like you have touched an extremely weak and barely noticeable 'magic vortex'.

But further debate was needed, so she decided to try again.

Time passed quickly.

Duncan finally brought back the main force from Gaul. The remaining young and strong exiles didn't need to rush. For now, there wasn't a major war in Gaul, so they could gradually migrate over. He currently had a cavalry unit of about one to two thousand men, and there were still plenty of Hun steppe horses at the exile camp. As long as the transportation capacity kept up, they could all be brought over.

The British Isles also have grasslands and places to graze horses, but they cannot afford to support too many cavalry.

The Raven Queen Triss and Anya took turns to fight these days, and even he felt something was wrong. Duncan didn't think too much about it, but just thought they had gotten used to it.

He even felt secretly proud for a moment.

at last.

As the last troops returned to the British Isles, Duncan launched a war of annihilation against the Kingdom of Kent on the fifth day after the Siege of Southampton.

At this time, the well-informed Saxon chieftain had already learned some news about the Battle of Chalons.

They were suddenly numb all over!

How can it be?

That man actually slashed the legendary Whip of God?!

Morale was shaken.

The news leaked out at some point, and suddenly the morale of the Saxon army, numbering over ten thousand men, wavered. The fame of the Scourge of God spread throughout Europe. If their homeland hadn't been ravaged by the Huns, making it untenable for them to invade elsewhere, there was no way the barbarians would have launched such a large-scale invasion.

It was also on this day that Duncan assembled 8,000 troops, marched directly towards Surrey, and headed all the way towards London!
This wave must take the London area.

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(End of this chapter)