Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 242 The Gods Reshuffle the Cards, An Era of City and Kingdom Destruction
Prames, a man who always seeks revenge.

This son of the Golden King, in Eastern terms, is vindictive and narrow-minded.

He once hanged more than ten people for accidentally bumping into his carriage, and he was also buried alive for someone implying that he was tyrannical. His wife and daughters were given to the guards as slaves. As for other minor incidents, they are too numerous to count. Often, even the slightest mistake would lead to his severe punishment.

Although Horus had the divine duty of vengeance, he had very few descendants like Prames who were extremely vengeful.

He takes revenge so often that he doesn't even wait until the next day.

Besides his reputation for tyranny and cruelty, Prames was also known for his generosity and was an absolute defender of royal power and the law, except that he was the one who made the laws. He was extremely generous in his rewards; as long as you could please him, you could have almost anything—gold, jewels, beautiful women, power, and so on. The only requirement was that you submit to him.

Kneel down.

Surrender.

Prames recruited many famous warriors from the Gold Coast, offering generous rewards to anyone who submitted to him.

When Duncan heard the name of Horus, he guessed that the Gold Coast might have some connection with ancient Egyptian civilization. Ancient Egypt had a very serious tradition of inbreeding, which resulted in the pharaohs born later being more and more deformed.

It was commonplace for pharaohs to marry their daughters, and it was not uncommon for siblings to marry within their own families. In their pursuit of pure divinity, their bloodlines had become extremely disordered.

When Duncan first came to this world, he had already thought about a question: since the gods here give birth to offspring so casually, wouldn't that create the legendary 'divine offspring'?

Now it seems that retribution is inevitable, it's just a matter of time.

The Prames before them showed signs of transforming into a divine abomination, but others, even gods, could not see it for the time being. Only the God's perspective in the dimensional space could perceive all of this.

He embodies a trace of the laws of royalty and revenge.

Compared to this person, what Hyjal did before wasn't so outrageous. In this era of competing to be the worst, Hyjal can still be considered a relatively 'normal' divine child.

Hyjal actually has some of the characteristics of a Norse god: violent, warlike, fond of alcohol, and fond of beautiful women, but he is not a madman who indiscriminately kills innocent people.

"Submit to me!"

"I will forgive your sins!"

Prames stood atop a magnificent chariot, clad in golden armor and wielding a long spear, like a supreme pharaoh, the representative of the gods. He pointed to Duncan and Hyjal ahead and slowly said, "I will bestow upon you wealth, status, and beauty; everything you desire can be fulfilled here!"

"As long as you submit to me, you will become my most trusted subordinates!"

"I will rule the Gold Coast with you."

He was speaking to Duncan and Hyjal; he didn't care much about the other barbarians.

Within dimensional space.

A fleeting notification appeared on the projected screen: 'A threat from the Royal Domain has been detected! ......'

Skillful.

Duncan also possesses royal power, and it is extremely high royal power. Although it has not yet been inscribed, royal power is unlikely to have much effect on him.

Haigar showed a hint of disdain, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and arrogantly held his head high.

Although Duncan has been buffing Hyjal recently, he is still essentially the same arrogant and unruly god. If it weren't for the fact that there were guards from the Golden Guard nearby, he would have already swung his axe and given the arrogant guy a big leaping slash to greet him.

The barbarian's signature moves: Jump Slash and Whirlwind Slash.

The gods secretly plotted to make them allies, but the arrogant Prames wanted to tame the barbarians before him, as if he were taming a pack of wild beasts.

No matter how well the script is arranged, it's useless because the actors all have their own ideas. They are divine children, born with divine power, and are more difficult to control than mortals.

Hyjal turned to look at the expressionless Duncan, stepped forward, and said with the same arrogance, "Submit to me."

"I will lead you on the path to glory!"

"One day, your name will be engraved in the Dragon Bone Mound, so that you can live like a true warrior."

The barbarian's pursuits are different from others.

They appreciate beauty, but this is primarily a physiological need. Their spiritual needs are not concerned with wealth or status; what they crave is something called 'glory'.

Even if it's not quite as bad, at least die fighting like a man.

The ultimate paradise of the barbarian faith is the 'Hero's Kingdom,' a place that can only be entered after a hero has died.

"act recklessly!"

Prames raised his hand and the surrounding Golden Legion began to form battle formations to surround him. If it were only Hyjal, he might have stepped forward to fight him, but there was also Duncan, whose strength was unknown, and judging from his performance just now, his strength was not much weaker than Hyjal's.

This made him hesitant to act rashly. At least before severely injuring one of them, Prames dared not provoke them, fearing he would be ganged up on by the two of them.

Hyjal restrained his rage, glanced at Duncan, and awaited his command.

Can't win!
Duncan shook his head slightly, his meaning already quite clear.

In this situation, the enemy has brought their entire legion. Unless the number one human host goes into overdrive and fights against ten thousand enemies single-handedly, the two of them alone will be worn down and killed here.

This human host is far weaker than the first human host. They could kill one or two thousand people if they fought desperately, but then they would be trapped and die in the chaos of battle.

Even if they were surrounded, among the many barbarians, only he and Hyjal would survive.

"Breakout!"

Duncan's lips moved slightly. In this situation, they couldn't fight to the death. As long as they could break through, with his and Hyjal's growing influence, they could raise a barbarian army to fight back when they returned to the North.

If he so desired, he could even destroy all the city-states of the Gold Coast once he was strong enough.

In Duncan's view, this is actually a clash between Norse and Egyptian civilizations within the human camp. Although they both belong to the human pantheon, there are many covert battles between gods from different civilization camps, and neither is willing to be subordinate to another.

Who isn't a chosen one of heaven!

The barbarians' disadvantage lies in their tendency to wander around aimlessly. If they were in the harsh north, they could easily defeat them.

"follow me!"

Before the Golden Legion could react, Duncan raised his dwarven heavy shield and charged toward the weak point on his right. Hyjal was even faster, launching a powerful charge while raising his shield. The impact sent the Golden Legion's formation reeling, with some being sent flying more than ten meters into the air.

"Break through the enemy lines! Charge into battle!"

Duncan took out the Giant Strength Potion and drank it all in one gulp, as did the others. Accompanied by a series of roars that resounded across the earth, all the other barbarians entered a berserk state. Hyjal roared, like a thunderclap, which actually made the ears of nearby enemies bleed slightly.

"Thunder Warrior?!"

"Hyjal has actually broken through to a breakthrough in the midst of battle!"

This thunderous roar startled the warhorses in the distance, and Prames's expression changed drastically. He seemed to possess supreme royal power, but how could his true strength compare to that of Hyjal, who roamed the world, conquering all directions and killing his way through.

Hyjal charged ahead, breaking through the enemy lines. Duncan was like a raging wind of death, his grandfather's cold glint leaving behind a trail of severed limbs and dismembered corpses.

Berserker Blue expanded his gains behind Duncan, using the Great Slash as a weapon of slaughter, killing more than ten people in the blink of an eye.

The other barbarians followed closely behind, none of them retreating. They were even somewhat excited, because such a battle could be called 'honor,' and even if they died here today, they would be sung about by bards.

Their glory is a concept.

Unyielding to royal power, refusing to submit to powerful enemies, and unattached to wealth and beauty, they are a group of truly free barbarian warriors.

Pure, even a little foolish.

Seven against a thousand!

Duncan and Hyjal tore through the enemy's encirclement. They were like legendary heroes descended from the heavens, single-handedly breaking through the enemy lines, killing countless enemies, and forcibly breaching the Golden Legion's defenses. Hyjal then turned around after breaking through the enemy lines to cover the retreat of the other barbarians.

Hundreds of corpses have been left behind them!

At this point, both Duncan and Hyjal were injured. Hyjal charged ahead, with more than a dozen arrows and three javelins stuck in his body. Fortunately, the dwarven armor was thick, and he broke them with his bare hands, so they were only superficial wounds.

The enemy continued to surge forward like a raging tide.

They were not ordinary soldiers; they were mostly elite troops from one- or two-star units. Even after so many of them had been killed, they remained fearless, because if they retreated in the face of battle, they would face cruel punishment.

"I'll cover the rear; we'll retreat to the west."

Duncan reached out to stop Hyjal, slowly shook his head, took a deep breath, and activated his 'Great Berserk' state.

Barbarians have a weakness: they become fatigued after going berserk.

However, he is physically strong and can go berserk continuously.

Haigar is not yet available.

Duncan glanced at Prames in the distance, and Hyjal instantly understood, nodding resentfully and raising his shield for cover.

A group of people fought and retreated, with cavalry and chariots blocking their way, but they were all overwhelmed by Hyjal.

The road was littered with blood and severed limbs.

Some barbarians were already seriously injured, but they were still in a berserk state and could still fight. Once the berserk effect wore off, their combat power would drop significantly.

They've survived this long entirely thanks to Duncan's advance preparation of the dwarven heavy shields.

Dimensional space, from God's perspective.

A great river appeared ahead. Duncan didn't know how many people he had killed, but he had at least two or three hundred heads. On the 'Path of Legends' marker, a 'killing' flame mark had been formed, and the progress bar on it had completed a small section.

—"Death (Legendary Concept): The Death Domain is forged from countless bones, having slain at least a thousand true professionals or extraordinary beings."

(In the name of death and slaughter, your story will be told throughout the world.)
Perhaps because he wasn't leading an army, Duncan's approach this time didn't embody the concept of the war effort.

"Cross the river!"

Hyjal covered the many wounded barbarians as they crossed the river, then turned back to meet Duncan. Prames, who was not far away, saw the group crossing the river and his expression changed slightly. He turned around, picked up a golden warbow, drove his chariot and began to approach at high speed, then drew his bow and aimed at the two people not far away.

For a moment, he didn't know which one to shoot first, because both of them posed a significant threat!
The arrow pierced the sky.

In the end, Hyjal was more eye-catching. His burly figure trembled slightly, and he let out a muffled groan as he was shot in the back with an arrow.

Hyjal snapped the arrow in two and swung his warhammer, knocking away an attacking cavalryman.

"Broken bridge!"

Duncan roared and slammed his palms heavily onto the bridge surface. Hyjal let out a battle cry and stomped his foot, the terrifying force causing the bricks beneath his feet to shatter. With the combined efforts of the two, cracks appeared on the surface of the stone bridge, and eventually the stone bridge collapsed.

Thousands of pursuers were blocked on the other side of the river.

By this time, Prames on the opposite side was already somewhat exasperated. He drew his bow and fired several arrows in quick succession, while ordering his soldiers to cross the river and sending cavalry to circle around from upstream.

But once Duncan and his group were given a chance to catch up, it wouldn't be so easy to catch them again. Duncan had a godlike perspective, leading a group of savages on a desperate escape.

Fighting and retreating all the way, they actually killed nearly a thousand enemies. Not only did the pursuing Golden Legion soldiers show fear, but even the arrogant Prames couldn't help but look increasingly horrified.

He was used to a life of luxury and had never seen such a fierce and savage man before.

He had originally intended to personally lead the charge, but his mind turned to retreat, and he decided to rely on his soldiers to wear down the enemy.

puff.

Duncan drew the arrow from his waist. He turned to look at Hyjal and the other heavily wounded barbarians. They had exhausted most of their strength and would be too weak to run if the fight continued.

None of them died.

It's simply a miracle.

Whether he survives or not is up to fate!
There is a cliff ahead.

Duncan took out a bright blue bottle and handed it to Blue and the others behind him, saying in a deep voice, "This is an underwater breathing potion. Each of you should take a sip, and it should last for a short while."

Whether we live or die is entirely up to fate.

He and Hyjal don't need to. Even if they jumped into the sea, they wouldn't drown. With their strong physiques, it would be good enough if they didn't kill sea monsters and sea monsters in the sea.

But the other barbarians might not survive.

Below the cliff, the waves were raging. Duncan and Hyjal, both seriously injured, were unable to protect the others. While they still had the strength, jumping into the sea could give the others a chance to survive.

"And you?" Usga asked suddenly, looking up as she held the potion.

Even the most foolish barbarians now understood that they were the ones who had dragged Duncan and Hyjal down; otherwise, if they wanted to escape, the enemy might not have been able to stop them.

They had never craved power so much!
Duncan turned and glanced at Haijal. The two men understood each other perfectly, their eyes blazing with furious fighting spirit. Duncan said in a deep voice, "We'll stay behind to cover the retreat!"

"Come on!"

"If you survive, go to the Thebit River, where the Oceanid will take you in."

"We'll get our revenge sooner or later!"

The berserker Blue hesitated, seemingly wanting to stay, but Duncan stopped him with a look. In the end, the other barbarians, unwilling to give up, drank the potion and jumped into the sea one by one.

Cliff edge.

Now only Duncan and Haigar, panting and covered in scars, remain.

"then!"

Duncan took out a bottle and threw it over.

Hyjal thought it was a potion and was about to shake his head and throw it back to Duncan to drink, but the next second his nose twitched slightly, and he said with a look of surprise, "Wine?"

Yes, it's alcohol.

How could we do without wine at a time like this?
Heroes and wine—that's the romance of barbarians.

For barbarians, wine is the best medicine.

Duncan took a bottle, drank it all in one gulp, turned to look at Hyjal beside him, his eyes bloodshot, and said in a deep voice, "Don't die later."

Hyjal tilted his head back and drank heavily, shouting with gusto, "I'm not that easy to die!"

"Whether we succeed or not, I'll stay behind to cover the retreat."

His tone left no room for doubt.

Hyjal is a divine being, and his chances of surviving a desperate situation are higher than Duncan's. Besides, even if he were captured by Prames, he might not necessarily kill Hyjal.

Duncan didn't argue anymore. Instead, he slowly nodded, placed the three javelins on his knees, and the two of them sat on the edge of the cliff, drinking heartily, enjoying the sea breeze, listening to the waves, and watching the enemy gradually encircle them from afar.

If properly trained, Hyjal could become a mythical hero like Hercules.

He possesses the qualities of an excellent soldier.

This battle was incredibly frustrating.

Whether it's Duncan or Hyjal, they should teach the enemy a lesson.

Surrounded by thousands of enemies.

The two barbarians drank the strong liquor to the last drop and slowly rose to their feet.

The wind howls!

In the distance, the roar of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard, as if it were their long-suppressed anger.

The end of sight.

Prames appeared with a look of surprise and uncertainty. He stood on a magnificent golden chariot, looking at the two barbarians on the edge of the cliff, wondering why they had stopped running away.

Roar!
As the distance closed little by little, Hyjal roared and entered a berserk state, his crimson eyes filled with bloodlust, brutality and murderous intent.

This is the real him, a warlike and brutal barbarian warrior.

The surrounding crowd looked utterly horrified.

Hyjal's imposing figure resembled a tiger descending a mountain. Without the need to protect the other barbarians, he was like an ancient beast ready to devour its prey. He tore a bloody path through the Golden Horde, and Duncan behind him began to accelerate, like a rampaging ancient beast.

The two men, disregarding everything, slaughtered their way through millions of people, gradually closing in on Prames on his golden chariot.

At this moment, the arrogant son of the Golden King showed a hint of horror and fear on his face!
boom!
A javelin pierced the sky like lightning.

Hyjal tore a bloody path ahead, and Duncan leaped forward and hurled his heavy javelin. Amidst the horrified gazes of countless onlookers, Prames, clad in golden armor, scrambled to dodge, but a painful groan rang out as blood splattered; his left shoulder had been struck by the javelin.

Sonic boom shriek!

Without the slightest hesitation, Duncan hurled two more javelins as he sprinted. Over 300 meters away, Prames frantically dodged, falling off the golden chariot. His chest and abdomen were pierced, and he spat out a large amount of blood.

Since he wants to start a war, he must pay the price!
"What a pity. He didn't die."

"If it were the first human host, he would probably have been shot dead already!"

The barbarians only possess throwing skills and rarely use bows and arrows.

The two were surrounded.

They were surrounded by a sea of ​​black heads from all sides, with thousands of soldiers encircling them.

Roar!
A thunderous battle roar.

Hyjal charged forward with his shield, carving a bloody path. As Duncan threw his grandfather to him, blood and thunder, death and rage raged. The dense wall of men was hacked into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The two fought their way out of the encirclement, leaving behind only shattered corpses in their wake. Finally, Duncan's figure leaped over the cliff and disappeared into the waves of the sea.

"I will come back to find you!..."

"In the name of the raging gods!..."

Hyjal's blood-red eyes stared at Prames, who was getting back up in the distance. Without hesitation, he grabbed his grandfather and jumped into the sea.

Things have come to this point.

The raging gods have no chance of cooperating with the native gods of the Gold Coast.

Humans and gods, in the end, must fight to the death!
Rumble!
Before anyone knew it, the sky had become overcast. As Hyjal leaped into the sea, the sky instantly became stormy and turbulent, like the wrath of furious gods. Waves crashed against the rocks, lightning danced wildly in the clouds, and huge, ferocious silhouettes appeared and disappeared on the clouds, like gloomy ancient giants.

—“The protection of the Lady of the Raging Waves: a symbol of the raging waves of the North Sea, which are subject to unpredictable climate changes. She is one of the wrathful gods who govern monsoons, storms, and tsunamis. Those who are protected by her will never drown at sea.”

Marks appeared on the bodies of the barbarians drifting in the sea.

A thunderstorm raged with deafening roar!

A sudden storm blew Prames' army off course, while churning dark clouds, like an inverted black curtain, gradually enveloped the sun-drenched Gold Coast.

Above the distant golden city, a pillar of light, invisible to the naked eye, rose like a sun, dispelling the dark clouds and keeping the wrath of the gods at bay.

One after another, phantom images of gods with beast heads and human bodies appeared.

They remained silent, looking down at Prames on the earth, then looking up at the furious gods in the distance, who seemed to be symbols of natural disasters.

The fragile alliance between the human pantheon ultimately could not last long.

Under the torrent of the times.

The gods eventually parted ways.

The turbulent sea embraced the group of barbarians, and the waves and currents carried them to many islands near the Gold Coast.

The phantoms of the raging gods gradually faded away.

But at some unknown time, in the distant, frigid north, temples and altars received divine pronouncements, and tens of thousands of barbarian warriors turned their gaze toward the distant southern coast.

expansion!

conquer!

Blood and glory!

A new era of civilization has arrived, one where war is more brutal and bloodthirsty.

After hundreds of years of silence, the barbarian tribes began their first large-scale expansion after humanity entered the city-state era.

The real war, the war of the civilized era, is gradually building up.

Tribal conflicts are a thing of the past.

The present era is one of great competition among city-states!

During the Warring States period, heroes from various myths roamed the world, and gods incarnated to determine who would prevail.

The era of cities and countries being destroyed at the drop of a hat has arrived.

The tribal civilizations of the old era will perish, and the strong will devour the weak, sweeping across the land and establishing human kingdoms.

The gods of the Dark Ages will also face a new reshuffle.

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(End of this chapter)