Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 240 Living Together with Gods and Humans! Arrogant and Overbearing

"guest."

"Your mead."

A young maid in a light linen dress brought a jug of wine to Crete and his companions. Crete turned to look at Duncan and Hyjal, who were talking, and chuckled at the others around him. As he took the jug, he reached out and touched one of their buttocks.

A bunch of uncouth barbarians.

The innkeeper's maid was somewhat angry but dared not speak out. However, the next second her eyes lit up slightly, because Crete placed a gold bean in her palm and whispered, "Are there prostitutes in the city?"

The barbarians are used to spending money lavishly; when they have money, they squander it, and when they don't, they sleep in the wilderness.

They simply can't save any money.

The innkeeper's maid lowered her voice, glanced at the barbarians, and whispered, "Yes."

Crete was overjoyed and lowered his voice, saying, "Find a few for us."

Upon hearing this, the berserker Blue hesitated, realizing that the highlanders were different from the barbarians and not as unruly. He whispered, "Didn't the captain tell us not to leave here?"

Actually, he was a little tempted.

Crete patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, "We're not leaving."

"There's a small alley behind it."

"hey-hey."

Not all barbarians who come here want to find women. Usgar was wiping his armor and weapons when he heard this. He glanced up at them and said in a deep voice, "Just play around with them."

Kerry nodded and said, "I know. It won't cause any delays."

Perhaps because Duncan had been in the band for so long, some of the Barbarians' behavior began to resemble his.

Uska is one of the representative figures.

These few barbarians weren't so dissolute and unrestrained; they had no intention of looking for prostitutes at the moment, and even wanted to do a few more sets of weighted squats.

After all, the competition ceremony dedicated to the god of strength is just around the corner.

soon.

The innkeeper's maid left, and not long after, three scantily clad women appeared behind the inn. Crete glanced at Hyjal not far away, but instead of bringing him into the inn, he quickly finished the encounter in the alley behind the inn.

In the hall.

Duncan was also instructing Haijal, saying in a deep voice, "Keep an eye on them tonight, don't let them wander off, and especially don't let them go out to find women."

"I'll go and gather intelligence on this city-state."

Hyjal has become much more mature and composed, and nodded, saying, "I understand."

"I will keep them in check."

Duncan prepared to light up the dark map and mark the surrounding area.

There are many temples here, and quite a few special units.

After giving his instructions to Hyjal, Duncan glanced at the barbarians who were drinking and fooling around, then turned around, put on his cloak, and disappeared into the shadows across the street.

Hyjal was also thinking about what had happened during the day.

As he stood up, he saw a barbarian quietly slip out of the inn's back door. He frowned, walked over to Crete, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did Tamblin go?"

Crete quickly got up and whispered, "They went to the alley behind."

Haigar immediately understood and frowned, asking, "You went to see prostitutes?"

Crete nodded honestly and said, "I didn't leave the hotel, I was right at the back door."

Hearing this, Hyjal walked to the back door and indeed heard a series of rapid, panting breaths. These guys were incredibly energetic and had been holding back for a while, eager to release their pent-up energy. Hyjal hesitated for a moment. According to Duncan's instructions, he should have reprimanded the barbarians and then sent the prostitutes away.

But come all come.

According to the traditional barbarian mindset, they wouldn't care about so much. Besides, it's just a wall away, and with him sitting in the hall, it's unlikely that anything will happen.

In the end, after some hesitation, Hijal chose to follow tradition.

Interrupting at this point is a bit much.

Just to be on the safe side, he didn't go up to sleep, but sat in the hotel lobby drinking. When Crete was discovered, he was too embarrassed to go up, so he sat next to him.

Golden Square.

Duncan had now arrived before the majestic golden dragon statue. The city was divided into several districts, with the royal family and nobles residing in the Mayan-style palaces to the south—architectural technology far surpassing that of the present era. Surrounding the palaces were clusters of villas resembling those in the Middle East. The overall architectural style of the city was somewhat reminiscent of the area surrounding Meereen in A Song of Ice and Fire, utilizing a large amount of brick and stone, and the thick walls of the temples possessed a hint of magical power.

Some of the magnificent buildings were carved directly into the mountainside.

"There are many experts here!"

From Duncan's vantage point of view, he marked one target after another. Suddenly, a meow rang out, and when he looked up, he was slightly taken aback.

To the naked eye, it was an elegant black cat, perched on the second-floor roof, watching him.

However, from God's perspective in dimensional space.

What he saw was a seductive naked woman draped in a thin veil, the light gauze skirt tied around her waist, covering only a small part of her body.

—Misha, the goddess of fertility, sex, and cats (weak divine power) (projected incarnation) (three-star gold).

This is a native deity of the Gold Coast.

As Duncan followed the cat's gaze to the house opposite, he saw a rather lewd scene from God's perspective: a middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy merchant was kneeling before a shrine, with his wife beside him and three young female slaves behind him, who were lighting incense and offering sacrifices to the shrine.

The ceremony was now halfway through.

The female slaves beside the wealthy merchant were kneeling and serving him, while his wife lay down, preparing for the final birthing process.

This is a ritual to pray for offspring.

The male master had already taken the secret medicine he had prayed for at the temple. He would first have intercourse with his wife, and then proceed to impregnate the female slaves behind him one by one, seeking the greatest chance of conception. Children conceived in this way would be considered the female master's children, and sometimes the female slaves who gave birth would be reassigned.

At first, it was just an ordinary cat, but as the ritual progressed, it became a temporary incarnation of a local deity.

"It really is an era where humans and gods coexist."

Ordinary mortals would never notice this black cat. It lay on the roof, watching the birthing ceremony in front of it, observing and admiring it while licking its paws.

By this time, Duncan had arrived near some smaller temples.

He manipulated his human form to pretend not to notice the goddess's presence, curiously observing the many temples around him. Directly opposite him was a statue of a god, a naked man wearing a crown, with a long bulge below his waist, a shape familiar to many men.

One of the native deities of the Gold Coast, the patron saint of travelers, and the god of semen and genitals, who also presided over production and harvest in ancient times.

However, His existence no longer has much influence.

This is an indigenous god who submitted to Oman. He was quite popular during the primitive tribal period and had a very straightforward ancient phallus worship. He was active during the period when matriarchal society was transitioning to patriarchal society.

Early beliefs on the Gold Coast included fertility worship and various animal worship practices, so statues of deities often depicted human figures with animal heads.

"It seems there are quite a few gods here, but those that can't keep up with the times have become very weak."

The cat was still curiously observing Duncan.

By this time, the ceremony in the opposite house was almost over. The male master, with the help of the secret medicine, had gained abundant energy. After he finished with the female master, he turned to the female slave serving beside him. This was a double insurance, since the price of the secret medicine from the temple was extremely high, and even wealthy merchants would feel the pinch.

Meow.

With a meow, the black cat left the roof. As the spirit's consciousness withdrew, the black cat returned to being an ordinary animal.

In an era where humans and gods coexisted, the incarnations of gods were everywhere, but most of them were not very powerful.

Duncan has marked almost all of them.

at the same time.

In the direction of the inn, several figures suddenly appeared, skimming along the low eaves. They clung to the walls and slowly made their way to the alley behind the inn.

At that moment, the heavy breathing of a man and a woman came from inside the alley.

One of the shadowy figures gestured to his companion, making a hand gesture in the darkness. The other person then scrambled up the wall like a gecko. Directly below them, a burly barbarian was holding a prostitute in mid-air and thrusting wildly, seemingly having been holding back for some time.

A flash of cold light appeared!
The figure leaped down from the rooftop, a poisoned dagger aimed at the barbarian's neck. The barbarian, who was enjoying himself, was completely unaware of the sudden attack. Fortunately, he possessed a powerful innate intuition, and the moment the enemy launched the attack, he felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tilted his head to the side.

puff!

Blood splattered.

The man in black's dagger plunged all the way into the barbarian's muscular shoulder. It was just a few centimeters away; if he had been a fraction slower, the enemy would have pierced his carotid artery.

--violent!
In an instant, the barbarian let out a muffled roar, like a wounded beast. He released the prostitute in his arms, grabbed the assassin on his back with both hands, and with a loud shout, slammed him against the wall. With a thud, the enemy instantly went limp, severely injured by the terrifying brute force.

The barbarian stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grabbed the assassin's head, and slammed it against the wall again. Crack! Blood and brain matter gushed out, and the assassin's head was smashed to pieces.

Ah!
A prostitute's scream rang out.

At this moment, a series of noises came from the lobby in front of the hotel. The serious injury and poison made the barbarian figure in front of him sway. In an instant, another assassin figure came from the opposite roof. He pounced and landed, slashing across the barbarian's thigh, and then rolled and attacked, thrusting straight at the barbarian's groin in a cold light.

This is a true assassin, directly attacking the vital points of the upper and lower body.

Blood spurts out!

The assassin's dagger severed the barbarian's genitals, and blood sprayed onto the wall like flying arrows.

The excruciating pain nearly drove the barbarian before him to faint and madness!

He had gone completely berserk. He grabbed the enemy's head with both hands and crushed the skull with his bare hands. The assassin let out a shrill scream, his temples caved in and deformed, and he soon fell silent.

call out!
Arrows came flying from the darkness. The heavily wounded barbarian was powerless to dodge and was hit by three arrows in the back. He roared and tore off a door panel to barely avoid the enemy's attack.

There was a bang.

Hyjal rushed out, shielding the barbarian behind him, and roared, "Bring the Tamblin in!"

After saying that, he suddenly leaped up to the second floor.

But just as he was about to give chase, he seemed to remember something, and could only grit his teeth in resentment and return to the inn.

"There's a grappling hook on the second floor!"

"The enemy came prepared."

Usgar came running down with several grappling hooks in his hand and said in a deep voice, "They are trained assassins."

Hyjal returned to the hall and looked at the others, asking, "Is there any hope?" Crete's expression was grave as he slowly replied, "He shouldn't die, but his manhood has been cut off."

Barbarians have abnormally strong physiques; they are not easy to kill.

"Stop the bleeding."

"Are there any antidotes?" Hyjal asked.

Usgar nodded and said, "Yes. That witch Greya even gave us a few bottles."

at this time.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Duncan's expression was extremely gloomy. He looked at the unconscious Tamblin on the ground, then his cold gaze fell on Hyjal and Crete. He said in a deep voice, "Didn't I tell you not to go out?"

He only went out to look at the map because Hyjal was in charge of the inn.

With Hyjal's strength, he wouldn't be afraid of even a legendary enemy, but unexpectedly, something still happened.

Hyjal looked guilty, hesitated, and finally fell silent.

Crete lowered his head and said, "It was my idea."

"I think they all want to relax."

A bunch of brainless idiots!
I had a falling out with someone during the day, and I still have the energy to find a woman tonight.

No wonder so few barbarians made it back to the snowy mountains alive!
His mind is filled with muscles and women.

Duncan glanced at the unconscious Tamblin. The injuries to his shoulder, thigh, and back were not fatal. The barbarian's muscles were thick and covered in fat, so the small dagger couldn't pierce through them. He said in a deep voice, "Take that bottle of green potion. It can cure the poison."

Stop the bleeding!

Oh shit.

He still plays around with women, but his penis has been cut off.

Tamblin was lucky; if Hyjal had reacted any slower, he would have died here.

"Was it that person who did it?" Haigar's voice was tinged with anger.

Duncan did not answer.

He glanced at the panicked innkeeper, then brought up his grandfather directly, saying in a deep voice, "The rest of you stay here. Keep watch tonight. Hyjal, keep an eye on them."

Sonorous!

Duncan picked up his battle axe, slung his javelin over his shoulder, and attached three throwing axes to his waist. He walked into the alley and leaped onto the rooftop.

The strategic map is now open; the target is locked in from a god-like perspective.

Come when you want and leave when you want?
Not that easy.

Such an attack is only possible for barbarians to survive; a warrior with lower health would die instantly.

——Faceless Assassin (Two-star to Three-star)

Duncan's figure darted across the rooftops. There weren't many enemies; including the two who had died, there were about six in total.

Marking units.

In the darkness, Duncan's figure resembled a nimble cheetah. He leaped from the rooftop to the opposite side of the street, and then the javelin slid into his hand like lightning. In the alley directly opposite, an assassin with a bow and arrow landed, but before he could even stand, he was pierced through and pinned to the ground. The cold iron tip of the javelin was embedded in the stone slab.

hum!
The axe slid into his palm, and Duncan's figure disappeared into the alley, completely ignoring the incredibly complex terrain, closing in on the fleeing assassin at an astonishing speed.

"monster!……"

The assassin looked terrified. He could hear heavy footsteps behind him, but he couldn't shake them off.

boom!
The flying axe pierced the air.

The dwarf's flying axe cleaved into the assassin's skull, splitting the back of his head open.

"kill!"

The assassins, who had been scattering and fleeing, seemed to sense something was amiss. They were also trained assassins, and in a desperate counterattack, one continued to escape while the others stayed behind to cover their retreat.

Sonorous!

Mars shattered.

Duncan, carrying his grandfather in one hand, slashed the stone slab with the axe blade, sparks flying. He charged forward and leaped, cleaving the assassin in front of him. The assassin tried to parry but was torn in two, weapon and all, his internal organs spilling out.

The other man looked terrified. He tried to roll away, but Duncan swept him in half.

By this time, the last person had already fled towards the palace complex.

Duncan jumped onto the roof, calculated the distance, and started his run-up on someone else's roof. After locking onto the javelin, he shot out, tearing through the sky in an instant!

More than 200 meters away.

The masked assassin had just shown a look of relief when his whole body stiffened instantly. When he looked down, he saw a javelin pierce through his chest.

Blood gushed from his mouth as he struggled and convulsed.

puff!
With a flash of cold light, his grandfather severed his head.

Duncan began to retrieve his weapon, and when he returned to the inn, he was covered in blood; the bodies in the alley had already been disposed of.

"Let's leave at dawn!"

Duncan glanced at Hyjal expressionlessly, then sat down with his grandfather in tow, and ordered Crete, "Have the innkeeper bring out all the wine and meat."

After saying that, Duncan tossed out a piece of gold.

He picked up the jug and took a big gulp, then threw it to Hyjal and said, "Drink and eat meat."

"Everyone, sit down and have a proper meal."

Hyjal looked slightly puzzled, but Usgar was already sitting next to Duncan, eating and drinking heartily, though he ate more meat than wine.

Crete seemed to have understood something.

He sat down in silence, picked up a leg of lamb, and tore into it fiercely, like a hungry wolf.

Hyjal also came to his senses. He picked up the wine jug and drank deeply, then grabbed a large piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

Many barbarians sat down one after another.

No one spoke; everyone was drinking and eating meat, with more meat than wine. However, when the pot of wine returned to Duncan after circulating among the group, there was still a little bit left.

Hyjal was lost in thought, remaining completely silent, like a silent rock.

"And some are looking for women."

"Now go."

Duncan raised his hand expressionlessly, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, casually tossed out a dwarf gem, and pointed it at the trembling prostitute in the corner.

Many barbarians lowered their heads and no one spoke; even Hyjal remained silent with his head down.

"Have you vented everything?"

Duncan looked up, his gaze icy. These barbarians had a major problem: lust. Perhaps it was due to the times, or perhaps it was their nature, but they lacked self-control and their behavior was heavily biased towards the chaotic camp.

A group of barbarians sat in a row with their heads down, no one daring to speak.

"go!"

Duncan looked up at the sky and gestured to Crete, "Carry Tamblin on your back!"

"The rest of you, grab your weapons and equipment."

"Forget the carriage, let's leave the city now!"

Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to chop someone up.

When Duncan got up, he patted Haijal on the shoulder without saying a word; he had to figure everything out for himself.

Hyjal will not die.

But it's hard to say about the other barbarians; Duncan is saving the lives of the others.

Dog day!
Even when I was the emperor of the empire, I wasn't this arrogant.

Duncan, his face contorted with rage, grabbed his grandfather, and the other barbarians quickly followed. Crete carried the unconscious Tamblin on his back and whispered, "Don't worry. As long as I'm alive, I'll get you out of here."

Hiring prostitutes was his idea.

Even the idea of ​​finding a beautiful woman for Duncan to relieve his sexual desires was first proposed by him.

This guy's brain is... well, let's just say it's hard to describe.

Hyjal finally got up.

He silently picked up his battle axe, slung his dwarven heavy shield over his shoulder, took his javelin, and walked at the very back of the column, as if he were covering the rear.

Before the first rays of dawn fell, Hyjal turned and glanced in the direction of the palace.

He was silent, he was angry, he couldn't understand.

If this were in the snowy mountains of the North, daytime conflicts would at most be settled by arranging a fight sometime later, and even if one died at the hands of the other, it wouldn't matter. But this act of sending assassins to launch a sneak attack truly enraged Hyjal. He had spent far too long in the barbarian territory.

But this is someone else's territory, and things have already developed to this point, so they have no choice but to leave.

However, this matter is not over yet, and neither Duncan nor Haijal are the ones who will suffer a loss.

In the glimmer of dawn.

Just as Duncan and his group were rushing out of the city, squads of elite Golden Legion soldiers were also gathering outside the city.

A figure clad in golden armor stepped onto the chariot, his expression arrogant and disdainful. He raised his spear, pointing it towards the city gates, and said with a bloodthirsty look, "Chase them!"

Anyone who dares to offend him must pay the price.

Dimensional space.

Duncan stared blankly at the dense red markings on the strategic map, his expression cold and menacing. He hadn't encountered such an unreasonable person in a long time.

He's used to throwing his weight around!

………………

(End of this chapter)