CHAPTER 296: CHAPTER 152: FATHER OF EUROPE! RED HEART K (DOUBLE-LENGTH)

Duncan immediately expanded the strategic map.

——Gaul Oath Warriors Battle Group (Two-star).

——Celtic Indigo Highland Swordsmen (One-star).

——Pict Black Sword Warrior (Two-star).

——Kulin.

——Severus.

——Drest.

One by one, the marked battle units appeared on the edge of the battlefield.

Almost as Duncan launched the surprise attack, Severus glanced at the distant flames and his expression changed instantly. He decisively rallied the most elite Gaul Oath Warriors, while assembling the Celtic Barbarian Race forces adept at chaotic warfare, and launched an attack on the enemy’s front camp with over two thousand troops.

The enemy’s rear was in chaos, allowing them to launch a strong assault.

In this era, many people suffered from night blindness; only elite forces could engage in night battles. Once warfare began, it turned into chaotic fights; nothing else was considered but hacking away, making commands a joke.

Coincidentally, the Britain Kingdom had such an elite corps suitable for chaotic warfare.

Heaven assists us too!

Severus’ cooperation at this moment thrilled Duncan to no end; he immediately turned his horse around and, after piercing through the enemy camp ahead, detoured from the right side, closing in anew on Molov’s central army camp.

If tonight’s surprise raid could execute Molov, there would be no need to engage in bloody battles with the Frankish holy cavalry.

Lager heavy cavalry could then focus entirely on the Western Goth Kingdom’s iron cavalry.

Moreover, with Duncan’s decisive battle, the enemy’s routes were severed, leaving other forces no choice but to surrender. Then incorporating the Frankish holy cavalry, they would directly reform into future Frankish Dragon Cavalry.

Thus, both top-tier cavalry units in the European continent would be under his command.

"Follow me!"

At this point, Duncan disregarded casualties, turning his horse’s head straight into the enemy ranks. After joining the Gaul Oath Warriors, a troop of one or two thousand men pierced through the battlefield, rushing towards Molov’s central army camp.

"Chieftain. Retreat now."

As Molov tried to gather the nearby routed troops, suddenly the sound of galloping hooves arose, causing the nearby Frankish personal guards to show fear as they exclaimed, "They’ve come back again!"

If it were daytime, forced assaults would have significant casualties—but now, at night, the disarrayed Frankish army couldn’t form an effective encircling resistance.

No matter how many tens of thousands of enemies there were, Duncan faced only one or two thousand elite troops around Molov.

Under the dim moonlight.

The brightness of the projection page almost matched that of daytime.

Duncan drew the Sword of Oath and Victory, slicing through more than ten people. Behind him, Kulin roared angrily, leading dozens of oath warriors, shields held high, charging out a path dripping in blood.

Now’s the time!

As Duncan took up the Nord Bow, his general’s personal guards charged straight in, successfully breaking into the encampment.

Whoosh!

In the darkness, an arrow pierced through the air, instantly killing a personal guard by Molov’s side who was struck by it. This figure, quite legendary among the Franks, was now so terrified his soul fled his body. Amid the dim firelight, a figure was faintly illuminated, soaked in blood, resembling a Ghost God’s descent; wherever he went, the ground was littered with broken limbs.

The Germanic Barbarian Race is famed for bravery, and the Franks were renowned for their valor, yet faced with that man, everyone showed an expression of timid fear.

This could not be considered a mere mortal.

——Continuous Arrow!

Without hesitation, Duncan once more placed arrows on the bowstring, shooting five arrows in rapid succession, killing four individuals, immediately charging solo, already nearing Molov’s banner, a distance of just over a hundred meters.

Surrounding chieftain guards fought desperately to protect, with Frankish axe-throwing troops making a desperate counter-charge.

Die!

The Nord Bow gathered an invisible whirlwind, finally transforming into a Wind Arrow.

No one knew when.

Behind Duncan, the Guardian Fairies of Avalon appeared as phantoms, followed by the apparition of Goddess Suliss, after which from the direction of Ireland rose an invisible radiance perceivable to the eye.

"This time we won’t fail."

Duncan seemed to faintly hear the whispers of the Guardian Fairies, the next second sending the Wind Arrow flying through the air.

——Molov (Sea God’s Protection) (Tribe Leader) (Frank’s Celestial Destiny) (Holy Spirit’s Gaze) [Four-star Gold].

Crack.

As the Wind Arrow shot out, a robust phantom resembling waves appeared behind Molov, immediately revealing a vague apparition resembling a Sea God. He let out a roar filled with unwillingness, attempting to block the Wind Arrow, but was shattered directly by the Guardian Fairies from Avalon.

Only God’s Whip—Attila’s Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits could resist the fairies of Avalon’s strike.

Blood sprayed.

A void appeared in Molov’s chest, his heart pierced on the spot, that indistinct phantom of the Sea God gradually disintegrated.

God’s Whip—Attila could block it then, because Shamanism’s faith in Ten Thousand Spirits remained strong, but a nameless, vague Sea God, just folklore, attempting to block the fairies of Avalon’s strike, seemed unrealistic.

This was Duncan’s first use of supernatural power to slay a leader, leaving no doubt that the power behind Molov wasn’t strong enough. Unless Odin personally protected him, he wouldn’t be stopped at all.

Boom!

The Wind Arrow penetrated the banner post behind Molov, the post hit by the aftershock, unexpectedly collapsing with a boom.

Amidst thousands of troops, Duncan severed Molov’s terrified head, his high elevation of it resembling a Purgatory Ghost God, causing the nearby Frankish warriors to be frightened half to death.

At this moment, even the fierce chieftain personal guards lost their morale, threw down their weapons, and surrendered.

At this moment.

The Frankish Salian tribe was completely erased from history.

Within the Dimension Space.

As Duncan slew Molov, it was as if he saw the waves of history surging forward, the Frankish Kingdom gradually unraveling, the Charlemagne Empire ceased to exist, and the Holy Roman Empire seemed a dreamlike bubble, leading all of European history toward an unpredictable path.

Crack! Crack!

Originally slated historical timelines directly collapsed; the chain reaction from killing Molov was even greater than eliminating God’s Whip, plunging almost two centuries of Europe’s future history into chaos, then swirling like a vortex, devouring everything.

In the last frame, Duncan unexpectedly saw a Red Heart K.

It represented Charlemagne, known to later generations as ’Father of Europe’, yet he no longer existed.

The figure on the Red Heart K suddenly opened its eyes, gazing at Duncan, eventually being torn apart by history, utterly vanishing into the river of time.

This world was unlikely to have Charlemagne again.

Celestial Destiny trembled.

On the projection page, a row of information emerged.

"The Frankish Kingdom has ceased to exist!"

"The nation you establish will seize portions of the Frankish Kingdom, Charlemagne Empire, Holy Roman Empire’s destiny."

"The historical river of destiny altered, historical directions underwent dramatic change."

"You are now condensing the title of [Father of Europe]."

No one knew when.

In Duncan’s hand, a Red Heart K spontaneously appeared, the face printed on it somewhat resembling the foremost human form.

The Spade K was the legendary King David; his son was Solomon, noted mostly for Solomon and the Seventy-two Pillar Demon Gods. Red Heart K was Charlemagne, Club K was Alexander the Great, Diamond K was Caesar the Great.

This apparition-like Red Heart K drifted from the obliterated historical river and landed in Duncan’s palm.

——"Red Heart KING (Celestial Destiny’s Force): You can gift this item to someone else, granting them imperial fortune; the recipient will gain some wisdom, courage, and fortune akin to historical great emperors."

(With destiny altered, even a beggar who receives it might, due to fortune, become a sovereign.)

(It’s the concretization of destiny threads from the Frankish Kingdom, Charlemagne Empire, Holy Roman Empire.)

(If held by an emperor, celestial destiny will inevitably condense.)

In the Dimension Space, the historical river gradually returned to calm.

Among the many Germanic barbarian tribes, the Frankish combat prowess was top-notch, indirectly leading to the evolution of many kingdoms, but the Frankish realm is now unlikely to be independent again.

Among southern barbarians, only the most formidable East Goths and Western Goths remained.

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