c880: 2: A Hundred Years of Scheming, Prelude to the Great Miracle (Part 2) (2)

Approximately equal to the high-tier warriors in other worlds who have slain the lower-rank otherworld divine attendant summoned by the Divine Country.

Four-star strength, capable of being killed by firearms and cannons.

Duncan rested his chin and slowly said, "The Hermitage, the Judgement Court, has the current Pope not made any moves?"

Theresa said softly, "Yes."

"Big Ben in Britain and the Vatican’s Judgement Court have made moves, the Hermitage is currently unclear, but they’ve found the Cup of Blood."

Speaking of this, she hesitated and said, "The Hermitage seems to be planning to summon Your Majesty."

"Or, to summon a part of Your Majesty’s consciousness to descend."

What does the Hermitage want to summon me for?

To flip the table?

Oh right.

The Hermitage’s base seems to be in France. When Duncan conquered the Franks back then, the Hermitage could still train the Frank Holy Temple Knights, and they even possessed a replica of the Holy Grail.

Duncan, with a look of interest, asked, "Is it a real Cup of Blood?"

Theresa shook her head and said, "Not sure, but it’s said to be the Dragon Cup reclaimed from the devil’s hands."

"For this, the Hermitage also slew a fearsome devil."

Oh, I see.

Then perhaps they really might be able to summon one of my incarnations.

"Any movements from America?" Duncan asked.

Theresa seemed troubled, cautiously said, "Your Majesty, our intelligence network has yet to cover America."

"But George Washington died."

"Rumor has it during a clash against dark creatures, someone summoned his heroic spirit, and he split open a vampire’s skull with an axe, said to be Dracula."

"Ever since America’s independence."

"The entire European dark forces have been shifting towards America, even some Divine Churches migrated there."

Hmm?

American deities?

Duncan seemed to think of something. Against the backdrop of the mythical great retreat, America is indeed a great place for retirement.

He then inquired about some other matters, and having roughly understood the current situation, he prepared to set out for Paris. Nowadays, as long as the magic nodes in Europe can be activated, the second stage of ’Magic Enlightenment’ would be utterly complete; by then, many ordinary people with slight talents can learn to wield magic.

Technology and magic coexist.

The future of the Root World will head towards unforeseeable directions, but undeniably, the upper limit of civilization will significantly rise.

"Over here, we can use the Heroic Spirit Ceremony to ignite the Elemental Tide."

"The previous human form?"

"How to break through the critical point of Spiritual Qi Revival?"

"Reforge the Nine Ding?"

This kind of ultra-large-scale ceremony affecting the Root Law needs a medium. Duncan is experimenting with this now; if it works here, it will work elsewhere too.

"Nine Ding?"

"Suppress the qi fortune of the nine provinces?"

"Let me think."

"Asia, Europe, Africa, Oceania, South America, North America."

"Hmm, only six."

"Including Antarctica and the Arctic, it still uses only eight Ding."

"Where to place the last one?"

"Suppress one Ding in the Eurasian subcontinent as well?"

"Does India fit in?"

As Duncan thought about where to suppress the last Ding in the future, his heroic spirit incarnation suddenly smelled a stench sweet enough, as if soaked in the marinade, with both the scent of perfume and the pungent stench of feces.

No need to say, Paris was near.

Duncan rode on his horse, looking at the black man ahead, suddenly regretting having left the African colony to France back then.

Developing Africa was an arduous process.

Limited by the productivity of the time, the Second Empire needed hundreds of years to develop any colony. At that time, Britain mainly focused on developing America, while France concentrated on Africa, and later almost became the Supreme Emperor of Africa.

After the empire collapsed, France inherited the colonies of North Africa, West Africa, East Africa, and Southeast Africa, France’s traces are almost in all the good places in Africa.

The proud Gallic rooster seems unable to escape the fate of becoming a black rooster.

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