Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 239 The Golden City, Clash of Divine Children

The City of Gold.

Duncan felt that the city was somewhat like a more developed and prosperous ancient Egypt. Because of the warmer climate along the coast and the presence of natural harbors nearby, the Gold Coast had a well-connected trade network, with caravans traveling to almost every known part of human civilization.

"These city walls are so high!"

Crete looked like someone who had never seen the world before. While a group of simple-minded barbarians gazed at the city walls, the Orbis people nearby were also looking at them with awe. The locals were only about 1.5 to 1.6 meters tall, with dark skin, but not as dark as Africans, and their skin color was somewhat similar to that of mixed-race people.

There were many caravans along the way, and you could see horses, camels, mules, and other animals. The people coming and going almost represented the characteristics of Eurasian and African races, and were often named after tribes, ethnic groups, or civilizations.

"I'll handle whatever happens later, just don't fight!"

Duncan turned to the group and gave them a warning.

Barbarians fight all the time, rarely causing serious injury. They are physically strong, and brawls are their daily routine. But it's different in other places. A single punch from them can cripple someone, even if they don't kill them, and can easily cause trouble.

Duncan's training during this period helped them develop a little bit of discipline.

He used the training methods of the Roman legions, which involved whipping, training, fighting, and finding women. This was basically the daily routine of the early Roman legions, and it even led to the development of prostitutes and merchants accompanying the army.

Haigar and his party were already showing signs of Romanization.

They just don't realize it yet.

"Put away all shields and weapons."

"The god of order and law here is Aman, so don't brandish your weapons unnecessarily."

As the procession moved forward, they arrived at the city gate.

The merchants ahead were all paying to enter the city. The tax system here is extremely strict, with a mature and rigorous set of standards. If a merchant evades taxes, he will be punished with caning and will have to pay an extremely high fine.

However, when Duncan and his group approached, the situation was different.

"Honorable Warrior Usga."

The clerk, dressed somewhat like an Egyptian, looked at the group, his gaze settling on Hyjal and Duncan. With a hint of awe, he said, "You are of the upper class; you do not need to pay an entrance fee to the City of Gold."

Ok?
Upper class?
The group of barbarians looked somewhat surprised. When did they become upper-class people?
Seeing their puzzled expressions, the scribe explained, "Throughout the city-states of the Gold Coast, the great kings divided the human races into three classes according to their achievements from ancient times to the present."

“Those nations that have produced great heroes and achieved great feats are classified as the upper class and enjoy certain privileges here.”

At this point, he revealed his arm, which bore an inverted triangular snake emblem, and proudly declared, "I come from the city-state of Dibila. Our tribe once gave birth to the great mythical hero Ganmos, the sea monster hunter, the sea giant terminator, and the snake-man killer."

"In addition, the Dibila people have produced many legendary heroes. Because of the great achievements of their ancestors, the Dibila people on the Gold Coast enjoy second-class privileges, which allow them to work as clerks, judges, and jailers."

interesting.

Duncan looked around curiously, then pointed to a short Orbis man and asked, "And what about him?"

The clerk looked at him with disdain and said softly, "The Orbis are vassals and slaves, a weak people with filthy blood. They have neither great legendary heroes nor any commendable achievements."

"They are the lower class."

Duncan seemed to understand.

On the Gold Coast, the city-states categorize various ethnic groups into different classes, based not only on their current status but also on the achievements of their ancestors.

If one person fails, it's their own problem; if a group of people fails, it's an educational problem; if an entire nation fails, it's a problem of bloodline.

If a nation has not produced any legendary heroes or made any noteworthy achievements over thousands of years, it will be relegated to the lower classes, where it will have almost no status and will be essentially a vassal or slave.

If your people produce a legendary mythical hero with great achievements, not only you, but your entire tribe will rise in status significantly.

This was the first time Duncan had encountered such a civilized country.

As for barbarian warriors, there's no need to say more. Basically, every hundred years, a legendary hero will emerge. Slaying dragons, giants, and sea monsters is just a daily occurrence for barbarians.

Just arrived.

Duncan acted with considerable caution, gesturing to the others before leading his team into the City of Gold.

The people here are indeed divided into different classes, because some of the thin and short indigenous people almost never walk in the middle of the wide road, even if they are huddled together in line. But a group of barbarians swaggered in the middle of the road, completely ignoring everyone else, curiously looking around, and no one nearby raised any objections.

The main road of the Golden City leads directly to the magnificent square, where a majestic statue stands directly in front, next to a lifelike golden dragon.

God of Order and Law, Oman, one of the principal gods of the Gold Coast.

The golden dragon gleamed in the sun, its surface seemingly gilded. One of its massive claws rested on a giant obsidian monument, upon which lay the legal texts applicable throughout the Gold Coast, known as the 'Golden Law'!
Is it pure gold?

Hyjal was stunned, his eyes even showing a hint of restlessness.

“Gold-plated.” Duncan patted him on the shoulder.

Don't cause trouble.

There are many three-star and four-star marked units here, as well as some legendary-level powerhouses.

—"The Golden Law (World Wonder): At the end of the Dark Ages, the avatar of Aman descended upon this land riding an ancient golden dragon. He used his divine power to change the climate of this land and promulgated the first ancient law of mankind."

Aman forged a pact with the elven and dwarven gods, ending the dark age of ignorance and bloodshed, and single-handedly established the city-states and tribes of the Gold Coast.

(Significantly strengthen civilized order and law, appease the people, increase stability, and reduce rebellion.)
Something.

Duncan felt that if this worked, his statue could also be erected.

The entire square was extremely magnificent, with three sides of colossal temples resembling pyramids. The statues in front were falcon-headed and human-bodied, wearing crowns, linen skirts, and holding golden scepters symbolizing royal power.

Horus, the god of kingship, protection, and vengeance.

Duncan's expression gradually turned serious.

"An Egyptian god? Is it a face? Or is someone disguised as a deity?"

Horus.

One of the gods of ancient Egypt, the chief god of the Gold Coast, and worshipped by many city-states and kingdoms.

On the other side of the temple, there was a huge scale and symbols of wealth. The golden dome above the giant temple was indeed plated with gold, making it look magnificent and dazzling.

—Netomi, the god of commerce, contracts, and wealth.

An unknown deity.

Her core divine duties are commerce and contracts, with wealth taking a secondary place. You can see many people dressed as wealthy merchants entering and leaving the temple and offering gold. The proverb of this deity can be translated as "If you want to take, you must first give."

Wealth must circulate; you must first spend your gold before you can earn more gold back.

Besides these, there are numerous temples and shrines.

It's not just a place to worship gods; it also venerates legendary heroes, even those from foreign mythologies, whose small shrines might be found here. The murals surrounding the temple depict many stories from the mythological era, showing human heroes expanding their territories and vanquishing various ancient monsters.

"This portrait is really beautiful."

Crete stared intently at a mural of a beautiful nude woman, who was holding a cat and wearing a golden mask, somewhat like the one in Spartacus. She was completely naked and exuded a primal allure.

This time, Duncan didn't need to lift a finger.

Hyjal slapped him across the face and whispered, "Shut up. This is one of the goddesses of fertility and sex on the Gold Coast."

This place is completely different from the dwarf towns.

The population density is very high.

Just as they were searching for an inn, the crowd in front of them suddenly parted, and then squads of guards in full light gold armor appeared. Their equipment was extremely well-made, in no way inferior to that of Hyjal and his men, who were equipped with dwarven cold iron armor.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps.

A low growl came from the beast.

Behind the golden army was a majestic elephant with its snow-white tusks meticulously groomed and adorned with pendants. Holes were drilled in the tusks on either side, inlaid with two dazzling rubies.

Behind the elephant was an extremely luxurious golden palanquin, with sheer curtains hanging down on all sides. Five or six scantily clad and beautiful maids could be seen, who looked like female slaves, but were adorned with expensive gold jewelry and even had revealing skirts woven with gold thread. Their graceful figures were extremely alluring, but the people nearby lowered their heads and dared not look.

Only the barbarians stared intently, their mouths watering with envy.

In the very center lay a young man, his expression extremely arrogant. He casually glanced around before his gaze finally settled on the equally valiant Hyjal.

The bloodline of the Golden King, the offspring of Horus.

A lion with golden fur followed behind the procession, unchained and equally arrogant, trailing behind the giant elephant.

"interesting!"

"It really is the Age of Myths!"

For some reason, Duncan suddenly became excited. The extremely luxurious carriage in front of him was completely out of place with everything around him, as if gods and mortals coexisted in the world. Even the wild snow-capped mountains were not this exaggerated. After all, the barbarians did not care about such things. Even mythological figures just looked more burly, stronger, and fiercer.

At most, the mythical heroes of the barbarians slept with women of many races.

"Usgar Warrior..."

On the gilded carriage, a handsome young man sat up. He ruthlessly pushed aside the beautiful maid beside him, his gaze sharp as an eagle as he stared at Hyjal, who stood out among the crowd, his eyes filled with provocation and eagerness.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the giant elephant's speed increased several times, and the people around it scrambled to avoid it, screaming. He seemed to want to see Hyjal and his group also scramble to get away, and his expression held a hint of mockery.

Both of them are of divine blood!
Hyjal seemed to sense a provocation. He paused in his attempt to move aside, stood motionless, staring at the giant elephant approaching him, lost in thought.

"Get out of my way, you lowly commoner!" A squad of burly gold guards raised their spears.

Around Hyjal, many barbarians who had been drooling over the beautiful dancers on the golden chariot instantly put their hands on their weapon hilts after hearing the other party's angry rebuke. They turned to look at Hyjal, their questioning eyes falling on Duncan.

Duncan glanced at the barbarians, then at Hyjal, and silently brought up 'grandfather'.

The barbarians immediately became excited.

Hyjal turned and glanced at Duncan, a hint of emotion in his expression.

This was the first clash between the divine children.

He cannot back down!
The other party's expression was too provocative. If we backed down now, even the God of Strength, Kord, would be dissatisfied.

"Barbarians..."

The young man in the golden carriage revealed a mocking and playful smile, and casually raised his hand to order, "If they won't move, then run them over."

A group of barbarians.

He seemed to have suddenly found amusement and wanted to give Hyjal a hard time; ordinary commoners and mortals could no longer arouse his interest.

"This guy reminds me of someone."

"Gilgamesh!"

Duncan has a good temper, at least when he's not attacking someone, he's very reasonable and has a good temper.

The only people who could make him want to beat him up were Gilgamesh and the extremely arrogant son of the Golden King before him. To use a slang term from his past life, this guy was as arrogant as a complete idiot.

But Gilgamesh was a stray dog, while the person before him was not.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps.

After the arrogant young man stood up, the giant elephant in front of him began to stride forward. Its size was already close to that of a mammoth. Such a huge creature frightened the nearby civilians into scattering and fleeing. The guards of the Golden Legion looked solemn and gripped their weapons as they approached step by step. The barbarian warriors were opponents that they had to treat with caution.

Grandfather was born.

The gleaming axe blade sliced ​​through the stone slab, sparks flying, but the group of barbarians showed no sign of backing down and were eager to attack.

With their simple minds, they simply cannot comprehend the current situation.

But when it comes to fighting, they've never backed down.

On Duncan and Hyjal, the mark 'Gaze of the Wrathful Gods' simultaneously glowed, indicating that the gods were very likely watching them as well.

Hyjal took a step forward.

Facing the oncoming giant elephant, he met it head-on with his bare hands. With a roar, he leaped up and grabbed the elephant's tusks with his bare hands. Then, with a muffled thud, the behemoth was forcefully suppressed by him. Its mountain-like body staggered, and its front legs involuntarily knelt on the ground.

An uproar erupted around them!
The giant mammoth was suppressed by Hyjal with brute force. The terrifying force shattered the stone slabs and almost overturned the golden carriage behind it. The beautiful dancers on the carriage cried out in alarm, and the arrogant young man's expression changed drastically. He stood up with a look of rage.

Roar!
Behind the Golden Legion, the extremely majestic golden lion leaped out. Its shoulder height was about two or three meters and its body length was nearly ten meters. This ancient beast roared and leaped more than ten meters, crossing the Golden Legion and pouncing over, seemingly wanting to pounce on Hyjal, who was forcibly suppressing the giant elephant.

Duncan then silently took a step forward!
boom.

A clean and decisive punch.

The majestic golden lion let out a mournful roar. With a deafening crash, Duncan knocked the golden lion down with a single punch. Then, he leaped up and stomped on the lion's head, forcibly pressing it to the ground, where it let out a mournful cry like a big cat.

Hyjal, he can beat anyone he wants normally, but when he encounters outsiders, sorry, they're all barbarians.

"Quiet down, big cat!"

Grandfather gleamed with a bloodthirsty coldness in the sunlight. Duncan casually put him down and placed him on the golden lion's neck. Instantly, the lion became docile, whimpering and no longer daring to struggle.

What utter nonsense about being the offspring of the Golden King!
The King of Kings is here.

At this moment, Haigar turned around and looked at Duncan beside him. They exchanged a glance and understood each other perfectly.

This is the age of mythology, a clash of legendary heroes!

They absolutely cannot lose their momentum.

Right now.

Hyjal gripped the tusks with both hands, knocking down the giant mammoth before him. Duncan, standing on the majestic golden lion, lifted his heavy grandfather and hoisted him onto his shoulder, gazing arrogantly at the Golden King's son who was scrambling to his feet.

A legendary hero from the northern barbarians, a king of kings descended to earth in human form!
On the streets of the golden city.

Even under the bright, clear sky, the arrogant young man couldn't help but feel a terrifying pressure.

The surrounding barbarians had already taken out their weapons and formed a battle formation, somewhat like the Roman formation.

Crete wielded a dwarven heavy shield in one hand and a skull-crushing warhammer in the other, ready to defend against a hail of arrows and javelins from his enemies.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it!
Berserk mode activated.

Even if a god descended to earth, they would still dare to go up and chop him with an axe.

"stop!"

Just then, an elderly man dressed as a priest rushed over. He ordered the golden guards around him to put away their weapons, then stared solemnly at the arrogant man in the golden chariot and said in a deep voice, "Today is a celebration dedicated to the great Horus. Do you intend to cause trouble at this time?"

this era.

The only thing that could rival royal power was probably divine authority.

The arrogant young man had a sinister look in his eyes. He stared at Hyjal, then glanced at Duncan, snorted coldly, and waved his hand, saying, "Put your weapon away."

At this moment, Duncan also withdrew his grandfather, and Hyjal released the giant elephant in front of him.

A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake.

But if the other party is clearly looking for trouble, then it's a different story.

A group of barbarians made way.

The extremely luxurious golden carriage slowly drove by. As the golden lion passed by, Duncan, carrying his grandfather, glanced at it, and the giant lion immediately let out a mournful roar and ran away with its tail between its legs.

As for the other barbarians, they were looking at the legs, the breasts, and the buttocks. They figured they might as well take a look; the beautiful dancers were dressed so provocatively, which pleased them greatly.

A very vulgar word: sleepy.

Only after the other person left did Hyjal turn around and whisper, "Did I get into trouble?"

Before entering the city, Duncan repeatedly warned them not to cause trouble.

"No."

Duncan patted Haigar on the shoulder and laughed, "Causing trouble and others actively seeking trouble are two different things."

Haigar seemed to understand, but was still very moved.

Neuropathy!
For some inexplicable reason, I wanted to give them a hard time.

Duncan also has a temper. That son of the Golden King was clearly looking for trouble. We're all figures from the mythical era, who's afraid of who!
The mark of the God of Strength on Hyjal's body lit up.

We absolutely cannot back down in this situation.

The group of barbarians found a random inn, and Hyjal beckoned Crete over, whispering, "Find an opportunity to get things done in the next couple of days. Quinn is indeed very angry."

Duncan is usually the calmest and most reasonable.

Today, he knocked down that majestic golden lion with a single punch, making Hyjal sense that he was very angry and had a strong murderous aura.

It must have been that witch Greya who started the fire, and she didn't even bother to put it out, she just kept holding it in all the way.

That's just how barbarians think.

It didn't take long.

Crete returned excitedly. Hyjal thought he had found a beautiful woman so quickly, but to his surprise, he exclaimed, "There's an arena here! A huge, huge gladiatorial arena!"

"They are holding a gladiatorial contest dedicated to the gods."

Upon hearing this, Hygal forgot all about finding women and exclaimed with delight, "Really?"

Kord, the god of strength, is also the god of competition.

Barbarians seek glory all over the world and love to participate in local gladiatorial games. Even the Blood Cage of the Ogre Fortress has been joined by warlike barbarians.

This is the easiest way to attract the attention of the raging gods.

champion!

To claim the championship of the arena, and dedicate it to the great god of sports!

The raging gods love it when barbarians wreak havoc and show off all over the world, even in monster arenas with no rules, they will still pay attention.

Glory is within reach.

Hyjal is already stirring.

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(End of this chapter)