Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 235 The Priest of Love
Love is still a relatively new concept.

The cause and course of events were not complicated. She came to promote the beauty of love, which made many people eager to pursue it. Coincidentally, the chief's wife was young and beautiful and had an ambiguous relationship with the handsome guards around her. As a result, she encouraged them to immediately pursue love without regard for anything else.

In the present era, the mainstream belief is in deities who preside over marriage, family, reproduction, and childbirth.

Love is considered a frivolous and dissolute thing. It has neither the responsibilities of family and marriage nor the inheritance of procreation. It is often regarded as something associated with lust, passion, and hedonism.

In fact, this view is not wrong.

Because the current goddess of love, including her followers, mainly fall into three categories: the first is scumbag men, the second is scumbag women, and the third is love-obsessed people.

It's about dating.

They love to be in love until death, pursue romance, and are always seeking new emotional and sensory stimulation, so many believers have become social butterflies.

Love fades far too quickly compared to the responsibilities of family and marriage.

Therefore, the followers of this sect have a bad reputation.

If you were to travel to the world of Dungeons & Dragons and want to try new things every day, and roam freely among many beautiful women, then worshipping the goddess of love is definitely the right choice. However, when fighting with other churches of gods, the church of the goddess of love usually suffers a slight disadvantage and is generally unable to win, so they have to find outside help.

The goddess of love was often associated with frivolity among the gods, frequently playing the roles of lust, carnal desire, and sensuality. Later, she was redeemed and her image shifted towards allure and beauty.

However, there is one advantage: if you perform exceptionally well, you might be able to stand up and kick the embodiment of the goddess of love.

As long as you don't get into fights, it's not a big problem to hang out with women every day.

"Rescue!"

Seeing the priest of love being besieged ahead, Hyjal charged forward with his bare hands. The other fools quickly followed, and with a few punches and kicks, they knocked a bunch of people down.

Duncan stood behind him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopped himself. After all, Duncan was the main character, so he decided to give him some face.

really!

The originally friendly natives have become neutral, and some have even developed light red markings indicating hatred and hostility.

The Barbarian Warband is very powerful.

This group of people could easily wipe out an entire city in a small town, since most towns only have combat units with a three-star rating at most.

"Are you alright?" Hyjal reached out and helped the beautiful woman in front of him up.

Contrary to the rumors, the priests of the South were said to wear armor and wield shields and heavy hammers, and were extremely fierce when they slashed people. But the priestess in front of me was wearing a gorgeous wine-red dress, her hair was fluffy like big waves, and she was surrounded by a strong floral fragrance. Even her clothes were a bit revealing, showing off half of her ample bosom, which was somewhat eye-catching in this era.

Believers in love pursue beauty; to put it bluntly, they are attracted to beauty. Beautiful things always ignite their passion.

She used a two-handed staff as her weapon, and it seemed she knew a little about staff fighting.

"Thank you for saving me."

The priest of love looked at the group of burly and strong men and his eyes lit up slightly. When his gaze fell on Hyjal, he immediately revealed a charming smile full of gratitude.

Inadvertently, her gaze swept over the crowd, taking in the muscular chest muscles before finally settling on Hyjal.

After all, Hyjal was born as a god, so his appearance is quite striking.

Very scheming, and quite manipulative.

But as long as it works, that's fine.

Since Haijal was going to take the lead, Duncan simply decided to ignore it.

Sure enough, the tribal chief arrived shortly afterward. He looked at the burly Hyjal with a hint of fear, but ultimately allowed them to take the priest of love away.

In this era, might makes right.

After all, no one died; it was just that his wife ran off with someone else, which wasn't a big deal. Besides, the chief had more than one wife.

This love priestess was named Fanny Tiris, and she came from the city of roses.

She was very good at dressing up; she smelled sweet and soft, and her voice carried a hint of allure, captivating a group of simple-minded barbarians. Her age was hard to guess, but she appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, with a looks that would be considered a seven out of ten. Based on her appearance alone, she was a great beauty in this era.

—Fanny (Priestess of Love) (Enchantress) (Three-star blank card).

Surrounded by the crowd, the pastor saw Duncan standing not far away. He stared at the woman expressionlessly, making her feel uneasy.

For some reason, she always felt that this man was the dangerous one in the group.

“She is willing to help us.”

Standing beside the petite priest, Hyjal resembled Beauty and the Beast, excitedly asking, "What about the potion the witch gave us? Give it to her."

"Let's set off immediately."

His accidental act of heroism saved the damsel in distress, which saved Duncan a lot of trouble. He handed over the pink potion, and the priest's eyes lit up as he took it.

Don't think too highly of Cupid; he's done plenty of outrageous things.

The group set off quickly.

Nafani was extremely eloquent and quickly won over Hyjal, who promised to protect her. The nearby barbarians also watched with longing, seemingly attracted by her charm.

The priest of love thoroughly enjoyed the scene, teasing Hyjal while also calming down the barbarians around him.

Crete, having fallen a few steps behind, walked up to Duncan and whispered, "You don't like her?"

Duncan shook his head and said, "No."

He wasn't worried at all about this woman causing trouble, because she didn't know how ruthless the barbarian was.

The same applies to Hyjal.

The entire barbarian warband slaughtered their way through the hilly southern region. See, there's a woman in the warband.

They soon ventured deep into the hilly mountains. Fanny seemed a bit pampered, and after walking for a while, she was panting heavily. Seeing this, Hygal simply let her sit on his shoulders. His burly frame was like a door panel, so there was no problem at all for a petite woman to sit on.

"They are giant footprints. There seem to be quite a few."

Ugal, who had learned tracking from hunters, crouched down to take a look and said in a deep voice, "There are at least five giants. They won't be easy to deal with."

In the great tide of history, many races clashed, and humanity was one of the victors.

Humans, elves, dwarves.

These three factions suppressed the other races of the Dark Ages.

The giants have consistently suffered heavy defeats, and apart from the Gauche Plateau in Siberia, there are no large-scale giant tribes elsewhere. But that place is similar to the Siberian permafrost; the current level of civilization does not support large-scale human reproduction there, otherwise it would have been occupied as well.

Dimensional space, from God's perspective.

Duncan had already spotted the target, and he gestured slightly to Hyjal beside him, saying, "It's on the north side of the mountains. Find a way to sneak over there."

Hyjal put the woman off his shoulder, picked up his weapon, and said in a deep voice, "Fine."

The group took out their javelins and throwing axes.

Three throwing axes were hung at his waist, and javelins were carried on his back.

—Adult Hill Giant (Four Stars).

—Hill Giant Warrior (Four-Star Silver Gray).

—Slinger Gale (Hero Unit) (5-star silver-grey).

These are likely hill giants who migrated from elsewhere. They established a camp nearby and formed a small settlement by plundering resources. Giants have always been a nomadic hunter-gatherer race, and they must rely on plundering to survive.

"Slinger?"

Duncan instantly sensed something was wrong. He gestured for the other barbarians to wait, then surveyed the surrounding terrain and said in a low voice, "The enemy has a ranged archer."

"Hijar, are you confident you can entangle it?"

People might die.

The slinger, Gael, was extremely tall and burly, and he was carrying a peculiar sling, the kind used in ancient Greece.

Unless it's a powerful giant tribe, they generally don't have war bows.

Hyjal's gaze sharpened as he glanced into the distance and said in a deep voice, "Leave it to me!"

Duncan respected him a lot.

He felt respected by being entrusted with dealing with the most formidable enemy.

Brothers!
Moreover, Duncan showed no intention of competing for this woman he met; she was a true brother with whom he had shared life and death.

to be frank.

Duncan might be a little interested in the goddess of love herself, but a social butterfly-like, manipulative priest—the imperial court had no shortage of women like that.

Despite how much Haigar eats, he doesn't eat well at all.

But people who aren't picky eaters always have fun.

at dusk.

Seven barbarians and a berserker launched a surprise attack. Hyjal charged ahead of the group, making the best use of his strengths. He was well-suited to be a vanguard, and even if he overextended himself, he was less likely to die.

A roar.

Hyjal has entered a state of great rage.

"idiot!"

"Can't you activate Berserk without War Cry?"

By this time, everyone had already drunk the giant strength potion given by the witch Greya, but Hyjal's furious battle roar caused them to miss thirty seconds of their attack time.

Don't underestimate the difference of just thirty seconds; the distance can be one or two hundred meters.

"The enemy!" (Giants' words)
The first to react was a giant hunter. It issued a warning and then hurled a boulder at the front. Hyjal, who was at the front, easily dodged it, then used his arms to climb the rocks and leaped two or three stories high, landing on the platform in front of him.

Regardless, he had already rushed forward, buying time for everyone.

"javelin!"

Duncan's brow furrowed as he watched the giant rock crash down like a cannonball. If he were hit by it, he would probably die on the spot. No wonder the dwarves didn't come themselves; with their short legs, they would have a hard time climbing up.

These giants do have some order to their methods.

Behind them, the priest named Fanny was already feeling a bit weak in the knees.

She had never seen such a scene before.

Previously, she had only felt that Hyjal was handsome and powerful, like a legendary hero. But when the fight actually started, just seeing that ferocious giant made her tremble with fear. Although some of the southern nobles dueled for love, it wasn't this kind of life-or-death killing.

Fortunately, Hyjal did not disappoint. He swung his warhammer, creating a whirlwind, and smashed a giant so hard that his chest caved in and his figure flew backward.

At this moment, Berserker-Brut also rushed up the hillside.

With the two front-line tanks in position, Duncan could now make his own arrangements, gesturing for everyone to bring out their throwing axes. A standard battle group couldn't consist entirely of warriors, but there was no other choice now; they had to use throwing weapons as makeshift marksmen to suppress the enemy.

Their equipment was actually a combination of Roman infantry and Francanian axe throwers.

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(End of this chapter)