Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 245 The King's Appearance!

Port Tutu

A seductive figure with fiery red hair stood on the tower. Due to years of seafaring, her skin was bronze, and she possessed a strange vitality and sexual allure that attracted the attention of many drunken pirates, but none of them dared to approach.

Many men of this era preferred beautiful women who were both healthy and wild; the kind of thin, frail woman who seemed like she could be blown away by a gust of wind was probably only liked by certain nobles with unusual tastes.

The influence of the times on aesthetics is actually very significant.

"leader."

A burly, scarred pirate emerged from the darkness, bowing respectfully and saying, "The intelligence gathering is complete."

"Those barbarians can really drink."

"They actually took down more than ten of our brothers."

The tall, beautiful woman standing atop the tower turned slightly to the side, her expression seemingly deep in thought, and slowly asked, "Where did they come from?"

The scarred pirate whispered, "Just as you predicted."

"They really did come from the Gold Coast."

"These barbarians somehow rammed into Prames's chariot, and were then chased by that narrow-minded son of the Golden King. Finally, with nowhere to run, they jumped into the sea."

The tall, beautiful woman nodded and said, "Prames is extremely arrogant."

"Given the nature of those barbarians, it's quite normal for them to offend him."

The scarred pirate quickly replied, "That's right. Not everyone has such a broad mind as our leader."

It was clearly flattery, but the tall beauty narrowed her eyes slightly, looked down at her own breasts, and the pirate was so frightened that he immediately slapped himself.

In order to control this group of unruly pirates, the leader has always deliberately downplayed her female identity.

Only might power can deter these bastards.

The tall, beautiful woman's gaze turned slightly cold as she slowly asked, "What else did they say?"

The scarred pirate hesitated, seemingly unsure whether to speak or remain silent.

"Go ahead."

The tall, beautiful woman said calmly, "I won't get angry with a bunch of barbarians."

Barbarians have no brains.

This is a well-known thing.

The scarred pirate said cautiously, "Kreut was drunk and misspoke..."

Hesitating.

The tall, beautiful woman coldly rebuked, "Speak!"

The scarred pirate lowered his head and said cautiously, "Tell me, one day I'll knock you out, carry you back, and hand you over to one of their chapter leaders, Quinn."

You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.

The tall, beautiful woman laughed in exasperation, unable to resist saying, "Knock me out? With him? What a fool with all that brute force!"

She was, after all, one of the pirate leaders who dominated the South China Sea.

To put it bluntly, she doesn't even consider a legend with weak strength a threat.

The tall, beautiful woman took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said calmly, "Do you think we can recruit these barbarians?"

"They are very good at fighting."

They can fight.

They are highly sought after anywhere.

The scarred pirate whispered, "It'll probably be difficult. But using them temporarily isn't too hard."

"Barbarians only follow heroes."

hero?

Am I not a hero?
The tall, beautiful woman narrowed her eyes slightly. She did indeed have a great reputation in the South China Sea and was known as 'Queen Anne,' but in the eyes of the barbarians, she was neither a hero nor a hero.

Glory is my destiny.

Barbarians may die for honor, but gold and silver are hard to buy them.

"Leave them here first."

The tall, beautiful woman said in a deep voice, "The Tamblin's injuries won't heal so easily. Now that we've found these barbarians, let's find a way to make good use of them."

The scarred pirate whispered, "I'm afraid it won't be easy."

"That Ugal seems to be smarter than the other barbarians."

The tall, beautiful woman's fiery red hair was blown by the sea breeze. A smile played on her gorgeous profile as she said calmly, "Don't worry. I have my own way."

We treated them to good wine and meat.

"Don't be stingy with money, arrange the most beautiful prostitutes for them, they've helped us kill a lot of people along the way."

The scarred pirate nodded and said, "I know that."

"Barbarians are lecherous."

Barbarians have just as many advantages as disadvantages. As long as you don't anger them or cross their bottom line, they are relatively easy to control.

Of course, one shouldn't harbor too much malice, because the barbarians' wild instincts are too powerful.

They could even sense the murderous intent.

After the scarred pirate left, the tall, beautiful woman gazed at the distant sea, lost in thought. Her eyes were cold as she murmured, "Prames?"

"It looks like you've messed with the wrong person."

Although some information has not yet been gathered, the rumors say that these barbarians killed many people. With less than ten men, they killed thousands of soldiers from the Golden City army without losing a single one of their own. This has become an outrageous legend in the entire South China Sea.

The light of dawn shines down.

The morning in Tutu Harbour was very quiet, with only a few drunkards getting up from the alleys, shivering from the cold, looking for a place to sleep again.

The pigsty was filled with the sounds of snoring; those were drunken fools who had gotten into trouble and were now covered in pig manure. Whenever the pirates returned from their raids, they would party all night long, and some of them would inevitably get into fights over drinking, gambling, and women.

Before long, Tutu Port gradually became lively.

There are probably tens of thousands of people here, many of whom are criminals and vagrants. Sometimes you can also see indigenous people from overseas. They like to wear feathers in their hair and have tattoos on their bodies, making them very easy to identify.

The tall, beautiful woman got up very early and stood on the third floor of a villa, gazing into the distance.

Ha! Ha! Ha!
A heavy breathing sound arose. When she looked down, she saw that Crete and the other barbarians in the courtyard had already begun their daily training. These barbarians lifted heavy stone weights as if they were nothing. The drunkenness of the previous night had not affected them, and they were full of energy the next day.

"Indeed, he possesses a formidable physique capable of engaging in hand-to-hand combat with giants."

"pity."

"All brawn and no brains."

The tall, beautiful woman looked up at the distant ocean waves. Suddenly, her brows furrowed, and then, with a serious expression, she leaped from the third floor with the grace of a cat. After landing, she headed towards the port.

The barbarians looked up curiously and couldn't help but follow.

Port office.

Sailors were already cleaning the barnacles off the ship. An old man carrying a bucket seemed to faintly hear a soft chanting. He shuddered and turned to look into the distance as if in a stress response.

That sound!
He seemed to have heard about it when he was young, and many people died from it.

At the horizon, a simple wooden raft appeared.

"Is it an illusion?"

"I must have drunk too much yesterday."

This is Tutu Port, the stronghold of pirates in the South China Sea. How could any sea monsters possibly come here?

The old pirate chuckled self-deprecatingly, mocking his own cowardice and how he had been terrified by the sea monsters, remaining suspicious even after more than a decade.

"Where did this raft come from?"

"Could he have drifted all the way to Port Tutu on this raft?"

The raft in the distance attracted the attention of many people. They hadn't seen such a simple means of navigation in years, let alone crossed the sea.

The other person looked like an unlucky soul who had been shipwrecked.

As the raft drew closer, some people spotted an extremely valiant man. He was shirtless, his muscular chest like a rock, his figure tall and imposing. He seemed to be holding something in his hand, his expression cold and domineering. He didn't look like a shipwrecked sailor, but rather like a king returning from conquering the seas.

The eerie, faint chanting sounded again.

The old pirate trembled involuntarily, because he was certain he hadn't misheard this time. He recognized the voice all too well; of all the people on the ship, he was the only one who had survived.

"A siren!?"

The old pirate couldn't help but look down into the sea. Amidst the splashing water, alluring figures were hidden in the water. Bang! The wooden bucket in his hand fell to the ground, and he was so frightened that he couldn't move.

Siren!

So many sirens!

wrong.

Why is the rope that the man is holding still tied around the waists of these sea monsters?
This scene left everyone else at the port completely dumbfounded.

Their understanding of the past few decades was overturned. Some trembled with fear and whispered, "Who is that person? A monster from the deep sea?"

"Or is he a descendant of the legendary sea god?"

The raft gradually came to a stop.

Crash.

Amidst the sound of water, one after another, alluring sea sirens emerged from the surface, gazing adoringly at the bare-chested man, uttering soft, melodious moans.

As the other man stepped onto the wooden bridge, the old pirate looked up at his imposing figure and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel down on the spot. As if in a chain reaction, one by one, these people, perhaps mistaking Duncan for a descendant of the ocean god, knelt down, some even praying for the sea's blessing so they would never drown.

Duncan looked around.

He crouched down and gently stroked the lead, alluring siren, his hand brushing across her cheek and lips. His voice softened considerably as he slowly said, "Let's go back."

"I'll come visit you when I have time."

"Thank you for your hard work along the way."

Without these sea monsters, it would have been incredibly difficult for him to cross the ocean; he would have drowned.

A series of mournful chants began to rise.

The sirens that appeared nearby couldn't help but let out mournful moans. They lingered near the harbor of Tutu Harbor, unwilling to leave, until Duncan gave them a cold glare. Only then did these beautiful sirens begin to sing plaintively, gather together, sway their tails, look back again and again, and finally leave reluctantly, returning to the deep sea.

The scene unfolding before their eyes made the pirate sailors of Tutu Harbor even afraid to look directly at Duncan.

A ruthless person has arrived!
Near the watchtower not far away, a tall, red-haired beauty darted across the wall several meters high, landing and heading straight for the port.

She had never seen anyone who could control so many sirens.

The other party did not know whether they were human or descendants of the Ocean Gods.

"That person looks familiar!"

Crete scratched his head sheepishly, quickly caught up, and upon seeing the man's face, he was overjoyed and shouted, "It's Quinn!"

“Ugal, it’s Quinn.”

Behind Crete, Ugal also looked excited, as if he had found his pillar of support.

The red-haired beauty stopped in her tracks in surprise upon hearing this.

She turned to look at Crete, then at the man at the port, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's him?"

The man Crete threatened to knock her unconscious and send her there?

She gazed at the other man's imposing figure, her expression shifting slightly. She felt that it wasn't impossible, but she didn't know how strong he was.

Duncan, standing in the distance, was momentarily stunned.

Then he saw two barbarians shoving through the crowd and rushing towards him. The two men hugged Duncan tightly, and Crete looked behind him and asked, "Where are the sirens?"

"Have you conquered the siren?"

This is such an honor!
Even on the sacred snow-capped mountains, Duncan's feat of riding a group of sea monsters across the ocean would be sung by bards.

Many barbarians would be insanely envious.

He truly deserves to be one of the leaders of their battle group.

Even sirens can be conquered.

Duncan patted Crete on the shoulder, nodded to Ugal beside him, and said in a deep voice, "They've gone back."

The sirens, having dragged Duncan across the ocean, were all exhausted.

I'll have to help them out in the future, solve some problems for the Ocean Gods, and maybe even increase my legend level.

"Is it just the two of you?" Duncan asked.

Crete's face was grim. He whispered, "Tambulin is badly injured. The assassin used poison, and his condition has worsened."

"But he won't die for now."

As long as they don't die, the barbarian has a chance to recover.

Barbarians are not afraid of death.

I'm afraid of dying without being a man.

Duncan nodded, patted the two barbarians on the shoulders, and his gaze fell on the red-haired woman not far away, whose strength was evident as the crowd parted automatically.

"Quinn?"

The beautiful red-haired woman nodded slightly and bowed, welcoming her, "I've heard of your heroic deeds all over Missia Island."

Duncan calmly looked at the other person and slowly said, "Thank you for saving my teammate."

He has recently gained three or four points of legendary status, which means he has already become famous.

This era has a great fondness for telling stories of heroes.

There was no malicious intent.

These are mostly neutral entities.

Even if it's a bit malicious, you have to keep it to yourself. Anyone who sees Duncan's shocking entrance should think twice.

This place is a mixed bag.

The markings Duncan saw were quite varied, including criminals, pirates, natives, and even hidden non-human creatures.

Crete and Ugal escorted Duncan back to the base.

The fierce pirates along the way all looked at him with awe. They had already heard the rumors in the port area that a powerful man had conquered a group of sea monsters and then rode them across the sea.

It's just like a myth!
"Any news from Hijal?" Duncan asked.

Ugal shook his head and said, "No. No one else knows where they are either."

"We drifted here with the pirate ship."

It has to be said that their fates may have been interfered with by the gods, which is why Duncan was able to meet Crete and others.

At this moment, Ugal said in a deep voice, "Why not pray to the raging gods for guidance?"

"You're back."

"It's the perfect time to hold a ceremony."

ceremony?

That's one way to do it, after all, this is a world where gods can incarnate and walk among mortals.

Duncan said slowly, "Where's the shrine?"

"Who will make the arrangements?"

Crete patted his chest and said, "I'll do it. We're already preparing. But the two of us alone can't complete the ceremony."

It would be much easier if Duncan came back.

Within the entire Warband, only Hyjal and Duncan can directly communicate with the raging gods through ritual.

It's like a dial-up connection, a privilege only legendary heroes receive.

"Then let's get ready," Duncan nodded.

This is pirate territory.

It is not advisable to stay for long.

After finding the red-haired female pirate in Crete, she curiously offered to help, as she had never witnessed the barbarians' rituals before.

A simple shrine has been set up.

Since there were no idols, Ugal directly displayed the emblems of the raging gods.

Duncan glanced at the pirates watching around him, not paying much attention. His gaze, however, fell on the tall, beautiful woman. Female pirates were rare, and powerful female pirates were even rarer.

She seems to possess a kind of magic.

Unlike other people's rituals, the barbarians don't care about being watched or disturbed, because their rituals are very 'special'.

As Uska chanted the names of the raging gods, Crete also placed the heavy stone lock before the shrine.

Duncan took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear.

Beside him, Crete and Ugal walked solemnly behind him, then took out olive oil and began to apply it to his upper body. His rock-solid muscles reflected the sunlight, which impressed the pirates nearby. Even the tall, red-haired beauty's eyes flickered, and she unconsciously swallowed.

He's incredibly strong.

Although the opponent's muscles were not exaggerated, the power and explosiveness they contained were enough to impress everyone present.

In fact, the envious glances from men far exceeded those from the curious onlookers nearby.

At that moment, the tall, red-haired beauty even wanted to touch him and, instead of Crete and the others, apply olive oil to this man who had recently become a legend.

Duncan took a deep breath.

He knelt on one knee before the shrine dedicated to the raging gods, chanting ancient barbarian poems, which were offered to the gods and to the ancestors. The barbarians had preserved ancient ancestral sacrifices since ancient times.

Their ancestors were ancient heroes, and the legends they left behind inspired countless barbarians to follow in their footsteps.

After everything was prepared.

Duncan looked around, walked to the artificial hill next to him, took a deep breath, hugged the artificial hill in front of him with both hands, and under the horrified gazes of the nearby pirates, he directly lifted the several-ton artificial hill from the ground, then raised it high above his head with one hand.

hiss!
A collective gasp filled the air.

The red-haired beauty was also dumbfounded. She felt that the rumor that the barbarian hero was comparable to a giant was a bit of an exaggeration.

This man is a monster!

Crete and Uska cheered, and soon the surrounding pirates couldn't help but gasp and cheer wildly.

The ceremony officially began.

Crete also lifted half-ton stone weights, one in each hand. After Duncan returned to his original position, the three barbarians began to compete in sports in front of the shrine, such as weightlifting, squatting, and long jump. Due to limited conditions, many sports similar to those in ancient Greece could not be held because there were no suitable opponents.

If Hijri were here, Duncan would be competing against him.

"Is this their ritual?" The red-haired beauty stared in disbelief.

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(End of this chapter)