Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 185 You won't even call me Your Majesty!
Duncan's figure slowly appeared in mid-air.

His attention wasn't on the golden figure before him, but rather on observing the changes in the surrounding space. An extremely powerful magical force was forcibly breaking through the barrier of the Otherworld Secret Realm, something that ordinary people couldn't do; only beings close to the level of gods could accomplish.

Duncan said calmly, "You stay and guard the barrier."

not far away.

Merlin, who was in mid-air, bent down slightly and quickly disappeared into the magic array of the secret realm's barrier.

Faced with Duncan's dismissive attitude, the golden figure who had just been hit hard seemed to be somewhat embarrassed and angry. His golden armor was rapidly repaired and quickly returned to its original state. He stared at Duncan in mid-air and said with a hint of provocation, "Your opponent is me!"

Duncan remained unmoved.

He zoomed in with his God's-eye view to try and find the powerful being breaking the barrier of the secret realm.

This is god-level power!

The opponent's strength far surpasses that of ordinary immortal heroes, and is not comparable to that of ordinary demigods. If he were to break through the secret realm's barrier, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Damn bastards!"

"How dare you ignore me! Then die!"

Faced with Duncan's dismissive attitude, the golden figure in front of him was furious. In an instant, he covered a distance of over a hundred meters and with a wave of his hand, a series of sharp swords shot towards Duncan. The powerful magic tore through space, and behind him, a treasure trove from another dimension seemed to be reflected.

That was the treasure trove of ancient Babylon.

Gilgamesh (King of Heroes) (Immortal) (Demigod) (Crimson Skull Mark)!

clang!
A sword shadow tore everything in sight to shreds. The numerous Noble Phantasms that shot out from behind Gilgamesh were shattered by Duncan's casual sword strike. Excalibur had been drawn at some point, and the Holy Sword of Avalon transformed into a dazzling hundred-meter-long pillar of light as it fell.

Rumble!
Gilgamesh, who had just gotten up, was cut down again. The overwhelming force forced him to kneel down and sink into the cracked chasm of the earth.

"How can this be?!"

Having failed to withstand a single blow from Duncan twice in a row, Gilgamesh before him wore an expression of disbelief.

He is an immortal being who stands above many heroic spirits. He is an ancient hero-king who is two-thirds god and one-third human. Even if he is summoned as a heroic spirit descending to earth and cannot possess the strength of his complete form, it is impossible for him to be unable to withstand even a single move from the opponent in front of him.

Moreover, the opponent was also a summoned heroic spirit, and not a fully-fledged immortal.

Duncan was still searching for the hidden trace.

He didn't pay much attention to Gilgamesh, who was now completely enraged, because to him, the hidden being was the real threat.

This is the first time someone has avoided observing from a God's-eye view.

Normally, this is impossible, but it is true. From God's perspective, there are no enemy markers; one can only sense the enemy's magic tearing apart the barrier of the otherworld.

"Could it be that he's casting a spell from an extremely long distance?"

"They didn't actually enter the secret realm?"

Duncan still came up empty-handed. The hidden enemy might not have even entered the secret realm, as his casting range was beyond Duncan's comprehension.

"Face me, you piece of trash!"

Directly in front of Duncan, Gilgamesh instantly broke free from the suppression of Excalibur. His figure soared into the air, and as a magical artifact materialized into a streak of light, a weapon resembling a chain swept across the sky, directly wrapping around Duncan in front of him.

clang!
Duncan finally gave up searching for the hidden enemy. He gently raised his palm, and the blood-red cursed spear swept across the sky and fell into his palm. This divine weapon, obtained by slaying the Celtic god Guwanu, transformed into a sky full of spear shadows, and all the materialized treasures that came at him were instantly shattered.

As for the chains that were wrapping around him, Duncan caught them with ease. He looked at the runes on them with surprise and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Interesting! It seems to be a treasure that can restrain gods!"

"But I'm not a god!"

Click!

An indescribable force was transmitted through the chains, and before Gilgamesh could react, Duncan flung him away like a meteor hammer.

boom!
With a flick of his wrist, Duncan slammed the golden figure heavily onto the ground, creating a human-shaped crater. Before he could get up again, Duncan turned and swung him around, the terrifying force sending him flying hundreds of meters into the air. He slammed him down on the other side like a giant pendulum, creating another huge human-shaped crater on the right.

boom! boom! boom!
It wasn't until Duncan slammed the chains three times that Gilgamesh finally managed to break free, even managing to loosen his grip on the chains.

If he doesn't let go, he'll probably be tossed around like a flail by Duncan.

The difference in strength between the two sides is simply too great!
at this time.

This unruly ancient hero-king had lost his initial arrogance. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his golden armor was covered in dust, and he looked as disheveled as if he had crawled out of the mud.

When has he ever been so disheveled!

This encounter nearly drove him into a frenzy, making him want to tear Duncan to shreds. As a dark spatial rift appeared, he pulled a materialized conceptual weapon from another dimension.

It is a sharp sword with blood-red patterns.

—The Sumerian creation epic (conceptualization and embodiment) (mythological armament) (the embodiment of Mesopotamian legends)!

boom!
But just as Gilgamesh grasped the hilt of his sword, Duncan suddenly appeared before him, and Excalibur struck down with unparalleled power, forcing Gilgamesh, who had just materialized the Sumerian legend into a weapon, to kneel before him.

This humiliating scene made his pupils widen, and his once arrogant face was now filled with disbelief and horror!

Gilgamesh?

Duncan finally spoke slowly, pressing Gilgamesh to his knees with a single hand. His expression held a hint of amusement, and he said indifferently, "Truly an arrogant, ignorant, and conceited king!"

This assessment nearly drove Gilgamesh mad with rage. He tried to break free, but Duncan mercilessly swung his sword down again.

Not chopping, but smashing.

boom!
A crack thousands of meters long appeared in the ground beneath his feet, and Gilgamesh, who had just tried to break free, was once again slammed into the ground, half of his body sinking into the mud. The conceptualized weapon formed from the Sumerian creation epic was also smashed into its prototype by Duncan's blow. It was not in the shape of a sword, but rather a sword-like outline formed by a hilt and scroll, like a spiral sword wrapped in a scroll.

This is its true form.

"You are the ancient hero king whose legend is told."

"He was not the founding king of the Uruk Kingdom, nor did he unify Mesopotamia, nor did he have any noteworthy achievements!"

"With just a bit of demigod blood in your body, you dare to be so arrogant?" Duncan swung his sword again, and Excalibur was like a heavy sword that sent Gilgamesh flying hundreds of meters away. Gilgamesh rolled on the ground, leaving a crater nearly a hundred meters long.

Before he could once again condense the 'Sumerian creation epic' into a mythical weapon, Duncan's figure struck again, shattering the conceptualized weapon's outer shell with the same heavy sword strike.

"The country you rule is nothing more than a small city-state kingdom."

"As a king, your achievements are like the light of a firefly, unable even to protect your nation's heritage or ensure the continuation of Mesopotamian mythology!"

"Where do you get the nerve to maintain your arrogant and haughty attitude?"

Every word Duncan uttered pierced Gilgamesh's heart like a sharp sword. Gilgamesh's expression twisted madly, but no matter how he resisted, he was completely suppressed by Duncan's 'King of Kings' domain.

Duncan swung his sword, using the blade itself, and sent Gilgamesh flying with a single blow, half of his face swelling up.

"A perished people, a destroyed pantheon."

"You're the only one left!"

"Pitiful."

"sad!"

Faced with Gilgamesh's re-formation of the Sumerian creation epic, Duncan's hand directly grabbed the other's wrist, and with a crisp cracking sound, he almost crushed his bones. The mythical weapon also fell into Duncan's hands.

"Is this the thing that gives you your arrogance and confidence?"

Duncan reached out and grasped the conceptualized mythological weapon that had been condensed. It was a sword, but it could not take shape in his hand. Instead, it transformed into a scroll-like epic, the creation epic of Sumer, the last remnant of a pantheon after its destruction.

The wind howled.

Duncan flicked his wrist, and the materialized mythical weapon emitted a series of mournful howls. The corpses and souls of gods all coalesced and appeared on the surface of the scroll of creation myth.

Some of the remains of deities have even been distorted into the appearance of demons.

At this moment, Gilgamesh's expression had turned from shock to fear. He couldn't understand why Duncan could suppress the Mesopotamian creation myth, the remnants of the entire pantheon, with a single hand.

"Is it weird?"

Duncan swung the Mesopotamian creation epic and spun Gilgamesh 360 degrees with a single blow.

"I am the conqueror of Mesopotamia!"

"King of Kings!"

Duncan tossed the 'Sumerian Creation Epic' back; he couldn't use that damned thing—it was a Noble Phantasm unique to Gilgamesh. As the sole surviving member of Sumerian mythology, the entire pantheon's foundation in reality had been severed, and the last remnant of the Sumerian pantheon's destruction became the Noble Phantasm in Gilgamesh's hands.

This thing is far beyond the ordinary magical artifacts.

The crimson skull mark on his body was exactly the same as the one he had when he first met Raven Queen Triss.

"This is impossible……"

Gilgamesh, his face covered in blood, was no longer the arrogant man he once was. He stared at the 'Sumerian creation epic' that Duncan had casually tossed aside, his expression twisted into a frenzy.

Duncan, expressionless, held the Sword of Excalibur to his opponent's neck and slowly said, "What's impossible?"

"The power of immortal heroes comes partly from their achievements, their legends, and the ancient times, and partly from the power they possess themselves!"

“Besides your demigod origins, you lived in an even more ancient era.”

"What other achievements can compare to mine?"

A hint of kingly arrogance finally appeared on Duncan's face. He looked at Gilgamesh with disdain and said indifferently, "I single-handedly built a vast empire that spans Eurasia and Africa!"

"I single-handedly raised the ceiling of the world, delaying the ebb of mythology by hundreds of years!"

"I reversed the fate of the world, revived polytheism, forcibly suppressed the rise of monotheism, and postponed the arrival of the Dark Ages!"

"With the authority of the king, I reshaped the empire, reformed education, the judiciary, and religion, leading the times forward and establishing the first truly meaningful imperial code!"

Duncan's every word was like a heavy hammer, leaving Gilgamesh speechless.

"I protect the faith of Avalon!"

"I will reshape the Celtic pantheon!"

"I will revive the ancient Greek pantheon! I will reignite the Olympian fire!"

"I have suppressed an era!"

Duncan looked down at Gilgamesh as if he were looking at a splendidly dressed clown, and said indifferently, "What arrogance do you have to dare to call me trash?"

"As a king."

"How dare you despise the only person in history to have received worldwide recognition as the King of Kings!"

Let alone Gilgamesh, even if all the gods of the Sumerian pantheon stood before him, they wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous!

When he took his seat in Valhalla in Asgard, even Odin had to give him a look!

If Duncan wanted, he could become one of the main gods of the Norse pantheon at any time! If Duncan were willing to pay any price, he could even destroy monotheistic religions and start a 'war in heaven' in the real world!
A remnant of a destroyed pantheon dares to bark and howl!
If it weren't for the last remnant of a pantheon, the Sumerian creation epic, Gilgamesh wouldn't even have been able to withstand a direct hit from Duncan.

The name of the god-slayer!
It was offered as a sacrifice with the head of a deity.

Duncan's gaze was icy, as if he were looking at a piece of trash.

"Arrogant! Ignorant!"

"You won't even address me as Your Majesty!..."

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(End of this chapter)