Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 881 - 3: Chaotic Battle! Empress? Kneel!

In the dim light of dawn, Napoleon and his party arrived secretly in Paris.

Before entering Paris, he had already contacted local military officers in advance, and sent his brother Lucien Bonaparte to reach out to supporters.

He needed to gain the support of major bankers in Paris.

Standing behind Napoleon at the moment was a burly man with distinct Italian features. His expression was serious as he gazed disapprovingly at a black man in the distance, saying with a hint of contempt, "Black slaves?"

"Can they now brazenly walk the streets of Paris?"

The young man next to Napoleon whispered, "It’s the government that abolished slavery. They are considered free men now."

Balton scoffed at this remark.

In life, he was a true Roman. His family had served in the Roman legion for three generations. He looked down not just on these lowest of black people, but even the Gauls and Germanic people. To him, Frankish blood was barbaric, and now they were even introducing black people into France, sullying the bloodline of Europe.

An exceedingly arrogant Roman.

The young man seemed to realize Balton’s dislike of black slaves and lowered his voice, saying, "While Mr. Napoleon supports the revolution, he does not advocate for the immediate abolition of slavery."

"He supports the restoration of slavery, especially concerning colonial black slaves."

Upon hearing this, Balton’s expression improved somewhat. He glanced at Napoleon ahead. Although Heroic Spirits were subject to their summoners, if their ideologies were at odds and they insisted on defying orders, they could cause some trouble for the Master. The Heroic Spirits who could be summoned were generally renowned figures in human history. If it weren’t for the creation of command seals, controlling them would be extremely difficult. In fact, in earlier times, there were records of summoners being murdered by Heroic Spirits.

It’s somewhat like using magic to summon a demon, only to be ground to dust by the demon itself.

Who among these Heroic Spirits wasn’t rebellious and murderous when they were alive?

Napoleon’s group secretly entered a residence, and his guards quickly took over the place. The young man named Bruce softly said to Balton, "Lord Balton."

"Please ensure the safety of this residence tonight."

Before long.

This secretive residence began to receive guests one after another, among them capitalists and bankers from Paris, as well as church personnel dressed like priests.

For Napoleon Bonaparte to launch the coup d’état, he needed the support of the Parisian bourgeoisie giants. Without their strong backing, the chances of a successful coup were quite slim, and even if the military seized power, it would plunge all of Paris into chaos.

Simultaneously, he secretly sent envoys to gain the Church’s support. For him, anything valuable could be utilized, and turning on them was a matter for the future.

He was well-versed in this tactic from reading the biographies of Emperor Duncan and Emperor Caesar since childhood.

Balton quickly took over the defense arrangements of the entire residence.

He did not know much about the young man who summoned him, but it was apparent that he was a man of considerable skill and had a unique aura of a military leader, acting decisively and ruthlessly.

"A coup d’état?"

"Why would they summon me for a coup d’état? Could it be that the Empire’s Wizard Association has also been drawn into secular conflicts?"

These people seemed unaware of the true nature of Heroic Spirit summoning and thought it was merely using magic to summon a powerful ally.

While commanding the guard defense, Balton also observed the people around Napoleon. Besides the French dragoons, there was a witch from Corsica who was quite formidable, and Napoleon’s personal martial prowess wasn’t particularly outstanding. However, the way his guards looked at him was much like how Roman legion officers gazed at Protector of the Realm Aetius.

It was a remarkably unique charisma.

Night fell.

Just as Bruce, who had been in secret discussions all afternoon, was seeing off the guests, a barely audible sound was suddenly heard, causing Balton, who had been resting with his eyes closed in a corner of the courtyard, to open his eyes immediately.

The scent of blood!

An enemy had infiltrated.

In life, he was the commander of the Imperial Legion, specializing in commanding legion battles, a bit overqualified for this setting.

Moreover, dealing with assassins was not his specialty. Kulin’s Gaulish Oath Warriors were adept at handling assassins, as these oath warriors had beast-like intuitive perception.

Balton swiftly strode out, a spear appearing in his palm with a flick of his wrist. As cries rang out from a corner of the courtyard, the patrolling guards quickly discovered a body, that of a young French soldier whose throat had been slit, blood gushing like a fountain.

"An assassin," someone exclaimed.

Inside the room, the Corsican witch instantly moved to the window, casting a spell to set up a protective barrier, similar to the deflective force field used by the Crow Queen Triss, but also effective against bullets from firearms.

As firearms became the mainstream on the battlefield, this spell became essential coursework for wizards.

In a split second, Balton locked onto a hunched shadow on the surrounding wall. With a leap, he jumped onto the wall, his spear throwing forward, the Celtic rune ’Sure Hit’ glowing faintly and piercing the enemy’s chest on the spot.

The enemy’s body fell, then started to gradually dissipate into nothing.