What kind of unparalleled beauty could spark his initial lively impulse?
Would he still persist in manifesting his sanctity before others?
In 454 AD, Duncan established the Second Roman Empire, a vast empire spanning three continents: Europe, Asia, and Africa. This empire fell in 832 AD, lasting 379 years. After the empire’s collapse, his bloodline evolved into three royal branches.
The current point in ti is the Misty Month of 1299 AD, roughly five hundred years earlier than originally intended, marking the start of the Industrial Revolution.
Since 850 AD, the history of the Root World has been adjusted by suppressive forces.
The Second Empire, crafted single-handedly by Duncan, nearly replaced the Charlemagne Empire period. The empire split and then replaced the histories of the Holy Roman Empire and the Byzantine Empire. Under the corrections of the world’s suppressive forces, many historical trajectories over these four hundred years showed signs of repeating. Even later, the Third Roman Empire and the Holy Roman Empire surfaced.
Descendants?
Bloodline?
Heirs?
Eight hundred years have passed.
Unless soone was particularly valued by Duncan, enough to catch his interest, they ant nothing more than strangers. Over these eight hundred years, countless people in Europe may carry a trace of his bloodline.
Duncan understood Catherine’s intent.
If he secretly supported the Jacobins, they would surely initiate a purge of the privileged class, many of whom could be considered his descendants from centuries later.
Duncan’s bloodline also scattered among the common folk, though certainly more was preserved among the royal nobility.
"You’re quite ruthless."
The voice of the Three Corpses arose from an unknown ti, seemingly with a tone of schadenfreude.
Now.
Your bloodline descendants have beco an obstacle in the progression of human history.
So, what will you do?
Kill!
Duncan’s heart remained utterly unperturbed, kill they shall be.
Can’t bloodline descendants be killed?
Eight hundred years have passed, whether he acknowledges them is another story.
Catherine was deeply shaken and lowered her head. She doubted she could achieve that, even if they were descendants from centuries hence. She would likely beco like the patriarch of a sect, aligning herself with the Royalists, as power ultimately rests in the hands of her descendants.
But for Duncan, sacrifice is acceptable.
How many privileged nobles can the Jacobins kill?
How many bloodline descendants does Duncan have?
They can’t all be killed, it’s impossible!
He plans not only to aid the revolutionaries but also to give certain support to the royalists, even mobilizing the power of Great Britain. If they are to be purged, they should be purged thoroughly.
Among those killing each other for power, many have a trace of Duncan’s bloodline.
Even Napoleon secretly called himself Napoleon Bonaparte Duncan, as stories go that Duncan lay with many sorceresses, and legend has it that the Corsica Island bloodline cos from Duncan and a sorceress.
Of course, this is false.
It was actually Duncan IV, the profligate son, who injected bloodline into Corsica Island. He wanted to secretly replace his father’s statue with his own. He had the most lovers, with dozens of children, accomplishing nothing of note, and was revered as a saint for converting to Monotheism.
He’s the one who spread Duncan’s bloodline everywhere.
According to Catherine, in this Holy Grail War, if all factions count as his bloodline descendants, would he kill or not?
Kill!
Duncan truly doesn’t care at all.
He’s just wrapping up the work now. The Root World, into which he poured most of his efforts, must have a beginning and an end, smoothly initiating the first ’industrial and magic’ revolution, paving the highest possible path for humanity’s future.
Beyond that, however things evolve, even through the outbreaks of the First and Second World Wars, with tens and hundreds of millions dead.
Unless the World Law summons an Immortal Heroic Spirit, Duncan won’t concern himself with anything anymore.
This is what he had once left unfinished, and he intends to see it through to the end.
The further it goes, the weaker Duncan’s connection with the world becos. When the conventions no longer et his training needs, Duncan has no choice but to enter increasingly dangerous worlds, like those planes where Saints are as nurous as dogs and Witch Demons roam freely, or the mythical planes of the Ancient Era, where he can achieve so breakthrough.
"There is actually another way."
The voice of the Three Corpses rose again, sounding a bit gloating: "Reincarnation through trials."
"Seal your true spirit."
"Reincarnate with an avatar, without your current mory. Only then, when you reclaim the avatar, can you regain the worldly trials of mortal life."
"Otherwise."
"Even if you keep restarting, carrying the supre authority of your Dinsion Space, wielding your supre title of King of Kings."
"You cannot truly transcend your state of mind."
The Three Corpses, with a calm expression, continued: "Actually, your level of power is enough."
"If not for the high divine status."
"I wouldn’t have appeared at all."
Duncan glanced at the Three Corpses in his sea of knowledge, slightly surprised, and said calmly: "It seems you’ve grown a lot during this ti, to even know this much."
Full of self-satisfaction, the Three Corpses said: "Naturally."
"No matter how many human forms you have, the real you remains trapped in the Dinsion Space."
"Either play an endless, enjoyable ga until you tire of everything one day."
"Or find a way to break out of this dinsion box."
"Leave here."
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