Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 241 Clash, Mythical Confrontation

The City of Gold.

Almost as soon as the arrogant young man in full golden armor led his golden army out of the city, chaos erupted inside the temple dedicated to Horus. An elderly priest was frantically setting up a ritual, trying to communicate with the gods through sacrifices and pray for the next instructions from the divine oracle.

But some things happen that are beyond the expectations of the gods, and even the gods cannot completely arrange the fate of others.

On a high platform opposite the Temple of Horus, an elegant black cat is licking its tongue.

Not far from it, a magnificent owl perched in the shadows under the eaves. Suddenly, the black cat transformed into the image of a beautiful naked woman, its expression playful: "Horus looks like he's messed up."

The owl uttered a cool, feminine whisper: "Oh?"

The beautiful naked woman transformed back into a cat's face and said in a low voice, "He wants to cooperate with the raging gods to create the mythology of this era."

"According to His original plan."

"The offspring left in the mortal realm was initially an arrogant, wicked, and tyrannical ruler who bullied men and women and preyed on the people. Then he encountered a barbarian warrior from the northern snowy mountains. After a narrow victory in their battle, they admired each other's courage and strength and became friends. Together, they conquered many enemies on the Gold Coast and created a mythical legend belonging to this era."

A very clichéd story of turning over a new leaf.

After encountering a worthy adversary, the tyrannical and dissolute king reformed himself, took on his responsibilities, and became a legendary hero who protected his people.

Him? He doesn't even deserve it!
The owl didn't speak, but its expression conveyed the same meaning. It uttered in a cool, feminine voice, "Somewhat like the story of Gilgamesh…looks like something Horus would do!…"

Gilgamesh? Who is that?

The naked woman with the cat's face looked puzzled, but the owl didn't explain further. Instead, it said quietly, "Then his opponent must be Hercules."

"The raging gods are also adapting to the new era and creating new myths and legends."

"But he looks very weak."

Hercules was far stronger than Hyjal, after all, he was the son of Zeus.

Zeus's bloodline is indeed incredibly powerful.

The naked woman with the cat's face stared at the owl in the darkness and slowly said, "Are you talking about a mythical hero from another world?"

"Sullivan".

The owl gazed at the distant temples and said calmly, "All myths have similarities; even the scripts of the gods don't offer much new inspiration."

"I've seen real human heroes, and that man should be here too..."

"I'm looking for him."

The naked woman with the cat-like face knew that the other party had been looking for someone, a man, a man whom even the gods of another world valued highly.

She asked with a puzzled look, "Reincarnation?"

"If he is a reincarnation, he is still an infant now, so finding him will not help you."

The owl slowly shook its head and said softly, "I don't know how he arrived, but another version of myself has told me that he has come."

The naked woman with the cat-like face looked slightly envious and sighed softly, "A thousand faces, a thousand appearances."

"You were once a powerful god."

“You promised me that if I helped you, you would help me to reconstruct a new divine appearance.”

The owl's expression was indifferent as it said calmly, "Aren't I already helping you?"

“Look at your husband.”

"He has been forced into a deep sleep, while you have the ability to incarnate and walk among mortals."

husband?

The naked woman with the cat-like face chuckled slightly and sighed, "You mean that guy who always exposes his genitals?"

"He is not my husband."

"It's just that in the Dark Ages, my predecessor was worshipped and enshrined alongside Him."

The names and divine roles of the gods will remain.

However, it's hard to say whether the deity with the honored title is still the same one from ancient times. After all, times change quickly, and there are plenty of god-like beings who can take the place of forgotten deities.

The gods change from generation to generation, but mortals may not know it.

"They have already formed a deep-seated hatred."

The naked woman with the cat-like face gazed into the distance and sighed softly, "Originally, during Horus's celebration, they were supposed to become friends through gladiatorial combat, but now it seems difficult for them to come together."

"The narrow-mindedness of the son of Horus has ruined everything."

Even Zeus could not completely control the fate of Hercules.

He could only arrange for Hercules to rescue Prometheus from stealing fire and pave the way for his great achievement. The threads of fate could only be remotely controlled. If the gods were truly that powerful, the polytheistic religions of ancient Greece would not have been completely suppressed by monotheism.

The script of the gods has been rewritten.

When the script changes, even the gods, who are supposed to be remotely in control, must passively adapt and simultaneously work intensively to arrange the new script.

As long as the goal can be achieved, changes to the script are not important.

“I can sense that he has arrived.”

The owl's figure gradually disappeared, and it murmured, "The Gold Coast is the richest place on this continent; he will definitely come here."

"Help me find him."

"I will help you establish a new divine position!"

The naked woman with the cat-like face watched the owl disappear and said in distress, "No name, no identity, no information whatsoever, how am I supposed to find that man?"

"How about you lend me some wisdom?"

wisdom.

When wisdom was mentioned, the naked woman with the cat-like face showed a hint of longing and greed, even a touch of pleading.

But this is impossible.

wisdom.

How can one so easily bestow it upon another!

The owl's figure had completely disappeared, leaving only a cold whisper: "He is a man destined to rewrite fate and influence the times."

"You know the gods' plans; go and find that unexpected twist of fate."

"It must be him!"

An unexpected twist of fate?

Unexpected events have begun, but where is that man?
Moreover, in this day and age, with so many mythical heroes emerging, which one is he?

Did that person really exist?
Could it just be this otherworldly god's side of the story? Or is it simply a waste of her time?

But now she has no choice but to believe.

Because the gods of the new era are already dividing up everything from the old era, old gods like her, who are in charge of fertility and sex, will soon be completely replaced.

I really envy that otherworldly god; his wisdom will never be obsolete, no matter the era.

Meow.

The black cat on the roof leaped down. Here, she was an insignificant and weak deity. The old gods of the Gold Coast had already been reshuffled once. If it weren't for her own precarious situation, she would never have secretly cooperated with the otherworldly gods.

However, this otherworldly god cannot be completely trusted, because the appearance of Sulis she displays also has the side of a bloodthirsty old god from the Dark Ages.

Over the course of nearly a thousand years, gods of faith were born, and otherworldly gods quietly arrived. The tides of time caused the ranks of the gods to constantly change, even creating new pantheons. If she hadn't encountered this otherworldly god with 'wisdom,' she would most likely have joined the pantheon of the Beast Worship Cult, or transformed into one of the raging gods.

Even when forced into a corner, she was willing to accept corruption, transforming sex into a divine function, and embracing the hedonistic ideas that arose after the development of productive forces, thus becoming one of the gods with a dark side.

She already had a direction in mind, such as pleasure, physical sensations, and hedonism.

But as long as there is still a chance, one should avoid falling into evil, because even the gods may not be able to bear the price. After all, these are never the mainstream ideas of human society, and it is impossible for them to go any further.

Unless she can corrupt an entire race and cause countless beings to become addicted to it.

For example, bonobos.

Does that person really exist?

The projection of the naked cat-faced woman disappeared. As the god's consciousness withdrew, the black cat became ordinary, except that it looked a little smarter than the other cats.

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at the same time.

In the wilderness outside the city of gold, Duncan had already marked the enemy's location from a god-like perspective.

He had just toured the entire temple district yesterday.

They found absolutely no clues related to Athena, so it's highly likely that Athena's image isn't here. If it weren't for that lunatic, Duncan could have gathered more intelligence in the various city-states of the Gold Coast, but now he could only lead the barbarians and find a way to evade the pursuers.

—Prames, son of the Golden King (son of Horus) (son of the gods) (four-star gold).

—Golden Legion (Two to Three Stars).

Duncan didn't know much about this Prames either.

Although he was nominally the son of the Golden King, legend has it that his mother had intercourse with the great Horus in a dream, and he was born extraordinary. Because of his superior status, Prames was extremely arrogant, domineering, tyrannical and cruel, and could be described as a complete scoundrel.

As for his nominal father, the Golden King, although he had the achievement of unifying many city-states on the Gold Coast, he was criticized in many other ways.

It is worth mentioning the title of 'Wife of God' on the Gold Coast, which is actually another honorific title for female high priestesses.

In the early mythological era of the Gold Coast, kings were considered human incarnations of gods, so their wives would also serve as high priestesses and be revered as 'wives of the gods'.

To some extent, the gods also had the right to enjoy the wives of kings throughout history.

These wives of the gods have three identities: first, as a secular queen; second, as a female high priest; and third, as the god's wife in the secular world.

Normally, the final identity of the wife of a god is not used, but sometimes, according to legend, the gods will also have intercourse with them, especially when a legendary hero is needed, which is a great honor for them. Furthermore, the secular world also considers Prames to be the legitimate heir of the Golden King.

As for the Golden King himself, he was a rare long-lived king. His first queen was also the wife of a god, holding a very high position, but she died relatively young. After the death of his first queen, the Golden King married several of his daughters, and appointed the eldest princess as the Great Queen, but it is rumored that they had no children.

Prames was born to a princess who held the title of 'wife of the gods', but which princess she was has always been a secret.

The Golden King had countless wives and concubines, but most of his offspring were not valued.

Because they lack divinity.

The power in the harem, as well as the religious authority, was firmly in the hands of his daughters, many of whom held the title of King's wife.

Prames was fond of beautiful women and was rumored to have many concubines. He also frequently spent the night in the palaces of his two half-sisters.

Furthermore, after the Golden King grew old, Prames often spent his nights in the harem. Popular rumors circulated that several of the king's wives, including princesses from neighboring countries, who were married to the elderly king, were actually his wives.

This tradition stems from a morbid pursuit of divine purity.

at this time.

The pursuing troops split into two groups: a small number of cavalry flanked the barbarians from the side, attempting to cut off their retreat, while dozens of chariots pursued them from the front, now very close, followed by thousands of infantry.

"Kreit, you take Tamblin and go first."

Heading west.

"That's the direction of the sea; they can't catch up."

Duncan turned to look at the barbarians present and gave orders to Crete, saying that it was impossible to fight with a heavily injured burden.

Upon hearing Duncan's words, Crete immediately shook his head and said, "I'm not leaving."

"Have Pastor carry the Tamblin away."

"I stayed!"

The barbarian whose name was mentioned immediately became agitated. Why should he be allowed to leave first at this time? Was he a coward?

Doesn't he deserve glory?
But someone had to take the unconscious, seriously wounded man away. At this moment, Hyjal looked up and said in a deep voice, "Kreit, carry Tamblin on your back, find a safe place to hide him, and then come back to fight alongside us."

Duncan wasn't entirely familiar with some of the barbarian traditions.

But letting Crete go at this point would be even more painful than killing him.

Upon hearing Hyjal's words, Crete hesitated for a moment, then immediately hoisted the unconscious Tamblin onto his back and ran wildly towards the sea.

"Array up!"

As the thunderous hoofbeats of the cavalry approached, Duncan grabbed his dwarven heavy shield and addressed the others beside him, saying, "Do as I've always trained you to do!"

"No one is allowed to charge without authorization!"

"including you!"

"Hijra!"

This was the first time Duncan had given a commanding order to Hyjal, and Hyjal nodded silently, his usual arrogance gone.

One by one, hostile markers appeared.

Hundreds of elite cavalry appeared in sight, and before they even got close, a volley of arrows came flying. Duncan roared and raised his shield to block in front of him, while Hyjal stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Behind them, Usgar raised his shield to protect his head, and the others covered the sides.

This is the Roman legion's tortoise formation!

Because there weren't enough people, they could only protect three sides, leaving a small gap at the rear.

boom!
After the rain of arrows came a burst of javelins, and even some auxiliary troops dressed as foreigners used slings, marked as Trit slingers.

The entire formation remained completely still.

Duncan and Hyjal stood at the front of the column, like two gatekeepers; as long as they didn't fall, no one could break through. The dwarven heavy shields were somewhat like tower shields, enough to protect the group. This weight was nothing to the barbarians; the key was to ensure they obeyed orders and absolutely not charge without permission, because if the tortoise formation showed even a small gap, nearby comrades would be exposed to a hail of arrows.

boom! boom! boom!
Dozens of javelins came flying, but caused no casualties. The enemy looked at the tightly sealed tortoise formation, and the leader of the Golden Regiment had a very solemn expression. He muttered, "When did the barbarians start using battle formations?"

Barbarians have always been able to charge into battle faster than anyone else when they're in a berserk state, so this is the first time he's encountered a situation like this.

"Disperse!"

Just then, Duncan roared and he and Hyjal split to the sides, while Usgar and the others behind them put down their dwarven heavy shields and took out javelins.

A piercing shriek cuts through the air!

The javelins thrown by the barbarians were quite terrifying. They were certainly not as good as ballistae, but at close range they were no less powerful than light ballistae. A volley of javelins would cause heavy casualties to the enemy in front. Those hit would even have their chests and abdomens pierced through, and they would fall from their horses to the ground.

Duncan then took out a javelin and locked onto the enemy cavalry commander. With a muffled thud, the javelin pierced the target's skull.

"charge!"

"Don't activate Berserk!"

A group of barbarians charged directly at the riders. Seven barbarians charged at the hundred cavalrymen head-on with their infantry. Duncan's figure was like a raging storm. His grandfather flashed with a cold light, like a horse-slaying sword. Wherever he went, men and horses were shattered!

Hyjal, seething with rage, his eyes bloodshot, swung his warhammer and smashed the rider in front of him, horse and rider, into pieces, creating a storm of blood and splattering bits of entrails everywhere.

The overwhelming power of mythical heroes over mortals was fully revealed at this moment!
Duncan flung his grandfather away, the terrifying force decapitating the enemy's warhorse. More than ten meters away, Hyjal instantly caught his grandfather and then leaped and cleaved another cavalry commander in two!

boom!
Duncan swung his dwarven heavy shield and delivered a charging shield bash, sending the cavalryman in front of him flying. The shield swept across with a whooshing sound, and with a crack, the enemy beside him was smashed to pieces, and the warhorse's chest was caved in. He didn't even need to turn around; in the instant he turned to the side and raised his hand, he caught his grandfather, who had been thrown back by Hyjal.

The wildly swirling axe blade was like a death wind, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs and mutilated bodies, and killing more than ten people in succession.

"Formation!"

Just as the barbarians were fighting with high morale, Duncan suddenly shouted, "Hijra!"

Haigar paused.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stopped pursuing the hundreds of cavalrymen who had been routed in the front, picked up the dwarven heavy shield, and returned to the ranks.

There were no casualties.

The enemy left behind dozens of corpses and collapsed immediately.

However, because of this short delay, dozens of chariots could be seen in the distance. Near the wheels of the chariots were sharp serrated blades that could easily shred the enemies in front of them as the chariots moved forward.

On the sand dunes ahead, Prames, the son of the Golden King, wore a mocking expression. He gently raised his palm, and his chariot began to charge forward.

Even at this time, he still had several beautiful concubines by his side.

Behind the chariot, a colossal, armored elephant appeared, with several elite archers standing atop its towers.

Duncan and his team were entangled.

"You are on the left, I am on the right!"

Duncan tossed his grandfather's long-handled weapon to Hyjal beside him, then turned his gaze to the armored giant elephant charging towards them, and took a dwarf throwing axe from his waist.

In the entire barbarian group, only those two could use two-handed weapons as one-handed weapons.

"Ok!"

Hyjal nodded, raised his dwarven heavy shield to meet the serrated chariots in front of him, and the barbarians behind him spread out slightly, preparing to launch a counterattack after the first wave of collision.

Duncan also took a deep breath at that moment.

As the ground trembled slightly, the armored giant elephant, towering five or six meters tall, drew ever closer. Duncan accelerated, dodging the enemy's rain of arrows as he sprinted. Then, he swung his dwarf throwing axe, which struck the elephant's head in an instant. Sparks flew, but the axe failed to kill the behemoth, as its heavy armor absorbed much of the damage.

But the giant elephant's figure was already unsteady.

In a flash, Duncan leaped forward, grabbed the ivory in front of him with his right hand, and then spun 180 degrees, using the momentum to land on the back of the armored giant elephant. He used his other dwarf throwing axe as a melee weapon, smashing the enemy's skull with a thud. Then, with a flurry of wild swings, he chopped the small wooden tower into pieces.

At this moment.

Hyjal met the charging sawblade chariot head-on. With a roar, he plunged his dwarven heavy shield into the ground. The gleaming sawblade collided with the shield, sparks flying. Hyjal grabbed the chariot shaft with one hand and overturned it. Then, his grandfather swept across, cleaving the enemy driving the chariot in two. The upper body, spurting blood, flew several meters away due to inertia.

He hurled his grandfather, instantly killing one of the riders. Duncan landed on the armored elephant, leaped to catch his grandfather in mid-air, and with a backhand slash, split the elephant's skull open.

Roar!
Hyjal's bloodshot eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He grabbed the chariot shaft in front of him, lifted the chariot over his head, and then smashed it down on the enemy behind him.

Dozens of tanks were instantly thrown into chaos.

puff!

Blood spurted out wildly.

Duncan pulled his grandfather from the armored mammoth's skull, watched the panicked retreating enemies, and slowly walked to Hyjal's side. He placed a hand on Hyjal's shoulder, and Hyjal, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was on the verge of going berserk, seemed to regain a bit of composure. He took a deep breath and lifted the dwarven heavy shield that was stuck in the ground.

It seems only Duncan can temporarily suppress his rage here.

Seven barbarians versus thousands of gold warriors!

Even in the mythological era, battles with such an unequal disparity in numbers between the enemy and ourselves were extremely rare.

On the sand dunes.

Seeing the chaotic jumble of saw-blade chariots crashing together, and the armored giant elephant collapsing with a deafening roar, Prames, the son of the Golden King, instantly turned ashen-faced.

His expression was one of extreme rage.

He wanted to subjugate Hyjal to him, but these barbarians were completely unresponsive to force.

Enraged, he disregarded everything else. The moment he raised his hand, thousands of Golden Legion soldiers surrounded him.

Within dimensional space.

A strange change occurred on Duncan's projection screen. The mark on Prames' body became slightly obscured, and then the mark of the 'God Child' slowly shattered.

—Prames, son of the Golden King (son of Horus) (son of the gods) [Divine Abomination] (Bloody Four-Star Mark)!

His rage gradually contorted his expression, revealing his bloodthirsty and violent side.

These royal bloodlines, which pursue divinity, seem to have created something extraordinary!
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(End of this chapter)