Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 250 Supporting Characters Team Up with the Villain!
Amazonian tribes.

This place is less a tribe and more a Hellenized military camp.

Duncan, with his hands and feet bound, was mingled among a group of prisoners and escorted by Storm Ella and a squad of Amazonian warriors through the gates of the military camp, into the Amazonian warriors' territory.

Even though he was deliberately disguised, he still stood out in the crowd because of his burly figure and increasingly imposing appearance. In order to cover Duncan's entry into the Amazon tribe, Storm Ella even captured several strong native warriors, but they were still worlds apart from Duncan.

He stands out from the crowd like a crane among chickens.

"Ella".

"Looks like you've captured a very powerful man."

Directly opposite was a tall, voluptuous woman. She had most of her breasts exposed, wearing only simple leather armor that barely covered her vitals. Her long blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she held a long spear in her hand. Her attire was very similar to that of the Javelin Amazon from Diablo.

The daily combat training here is divided into archery and horsemanship, and the strong become proficient in all combat skills.

——Ray Gun - Laura (Four-star Gold).

As she spoke, the woman gestured slightly to Storm Ella, glanced at the wound on Duncan's leg, and reached out to stroke Duncan's rock-solid chest muscles, exclaiming, "So strong."

"How about I borrow him for one night?"

"I can give you a strong, able-bodied slave in exchange."

Duncan glared at her, while the woman reached out and pinched Duncan's chin, smiling quite charmingly, and winked unintentionally.

Ella and Laura are rivals and half-sisters.

This must be the mole Storm Ella was referring to.

Faced with her sister's provocation, Storm Ella responded without hesitation. Her spear thrust out instantly, and with a clang, sparks flew and even faint arcs of electricity danced. The two exchanged blows with lightning speed. After several moves, Thunder Spear Laura was forced back, while Storm Ella said expressionlessly, "Take your filthy hands off me!"

"This is my spoils of war."

The two were really fighting; Storm Ella's palms even felt slightly numb, as if there was a faint static electricity.

Duncan narrowed his eyes slightly.

These Amazonian warriors are very powerful. There are many combat units marked with three stars here, and their individual strength is even greater than that of the barbarians.

Barbarians are actually a bit like a variant of the Spartans, only less war-crazed and more like a group of fun-loving, belligerent people.

But Amazon is a true warmonger.

They are the daughters of the God of War.

These women received military training from a young age. They were not involved in production and relied on conquering other tribes to pay tribute in ancient times. Later, they evolved into plundering everywhere and became increasingly unscrupulous.

It's almost entirely women here; it's like Duncan's been transported to a land of women.

The men were enslaved and placed on the edge of the tribe, guarded by female warriors. They worked as slaves and were occasionally chosen to reproduce. These male slaves were replaced quickly; when one died, a new batch was captured.

Lola the Thunder Spear turned and left angrily.

The nearby Amazonian warriors were not surprised at all, after all, the two sisters had been enemies for many years.

The women here are basically related by blood, mainly from a maternal perspective.

"Suppress them."

"Keep a close watch!"

Storm Ella gestured to her companions. She held a high position here, being one of the instructors training the female warriors and a former chief bodyguard.

Duncan, with his hands bound by ropes, was led away along with a group of male slaves.

Along the way, some fierce and unrestrained Amazonian women looked him up and down, some even reaching out to touch his thighs, and some even going so far as to try to touch his crotch, laughing lewdly, "What big muscles! Looks like Storm Ella has caught a top-notch catch!"

"When do you think she'll conceive?"

The Amazonian woman next to him licked her lips and looked at Duncan's retreating figure, saying, "I'm more concerned about whether Storm Ella will be sold after it runs out."

“I would trade half of my wealth for this man.”

"He is very strong."

These Amazon warriors have indeed lost their honor.

Although Amazonian tribes are traditionally matriarchal societies, the legends don't portray them as so decadent and dissolute as they seem to have treated men as mere tools for pleasure.

However, they also have certain restrictions. Except for specific days, Amazon warriors must undergo rigorous combat training every day, and they can only go to see men on 'indulgence days'.

"It's very similar to the Roman army; they train during normal times and spend their time with women on leave."

Duncan was driven into a shack with a muddy floor. He sat in a corner, and the other slaves didn't dare to approach him, looking somewhat frightened.

God's-eye view, open.

Duncan began marking the entire Amazonian tribe, which was in fact a huge military camp where the female warriors lived together in peacetime and were free to move around on certain days.

—Hyjal (Severely Exhausted) (Extremely Weak) (Exhausted) (Four-Star Silver Gray)!

Duncan has found his goal.

Hyjal is imprisoned deep within the Amazonian tribe and has been afflicted with numerous negative status effects, feeling as if he has been completely drained.

Judging from his extremely haggard appearance, he probably won't be looking for a woman for a long time.

This time he ate his fill, even to the point of being stuffed.

In the center of the Amazon tribe is a square, in front of which stands a statue of a goddess. Her attire is no different from that of an Amazon female warrior. She has a high ponytail, long golden hair, and eyes like dazzling gems. She is clad in armor, holds a spear, and stares sharply ahead.

Queen of Orethia.

This is her own idol. Ever since her sacrifices stopped receiving a response from the gods, she has tried everything she can. In addition to worshipping the native gods of the Storm Islands, she has also erected an idol for herself to gather a trace of divinity.

The chanting of priests could be heard from afar.

"Her hair and skin shone with the light of the sun..."

"Her eyes were a blend of the colors of jewels and the night, deep and bright."

"Her body was like a winged horse soaring on Olympus..."

"She runs like the wind, and rests like a serene lioness."

"She could draw Apollo's bow, pierce the armor forged by Hephaestus, ride Poseidon's dragons, and pass through Zeus's thunderbolts! When she donned her blood-red armor and galloped in on her chariot, everyone seemed to see the goddess of war descend upon the world in the form of a woman!..."

Sacrificial prayers.

It's somewhat like ancient Greek heroic poetry, with the latter half praising achievements in the realm of 'war' and legendary feats.

It seems they still remember some of the traditions of the Root World.

The priestesses of the Amazonian tribe prayed to the idols to gather a trace of divinity for their queen, a practice strikingly similar to that of the early Roman Empire. Even the divinity of the first human being was gathered in this way.

However, Duncan didn't care about these things, but Queen Oretia, who ruled this area, valued them very much.

The aura emanating from the statue was dim.

This means that the other party's process of accumulating divinity was not smooth. It should be noted that Duncan, who was once worshipped so much, spent nearly a hundred years accumulating a portion of divinity.

"The shrines and altars of the indigenous gods are at the back, but there are not many offerings there."

"It seems that Queen Oretia is no ordinary woman!"

Duncan realized he had avoided a minefield; if he had charged straight in, he might have stepped on a landmine.

On the surface, the Amazon queen who rules this place has converted to the native gods, but in essence, she wants to become a god herself, but she is not strong enough to meet the threshold of becoming a god.

It's getting dark.

The Amazonian warriors guarding the prisoners brought over pig feed, and the nearby slaves, starving, couldn't resist rushing forward to snatch it. Duncan stood still, his gaze indifferent.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the female soldier asked, looking down at him.

Duncan did not answer.

At this moment, the figure of Raider Laura appeared. She had a beautiful face similar to her sisters, but she was much taller, standing at nearly 1.9 meters tall. Although her body proportions were excellent, her strong legs could almost easily strangle an enemy.

She looked Duncan up and down arrogantly, and said dismissively, "A man."

"You're already a prisoner, what more do you want?"

Duncan remained silent.

Laura Raiders raised her spear and placed it on Duncan's chin, lifting his jaw and saying arrogantly, "Look me in the eyes, man."

Duncan slowly raised his head, his hand gripping the gun blade, blood trickling out, as he removed her spear with his bare hands.

This scene surprised the Amazonian warriors nearby.

"He still seems to be a warrior with honor."

Lola the Sharpshooter seemed quite interested in Duncan, waving her hand and saying, "Give him a weapon and shield, as long as you can withstand three of my moves."

"Then I will give you meat to eat."

This is not quite what was planned.

It seems that this Thunder Lola isn't as reliable as Storm Ella said; she's trying to test Duncan's strength.

clang!
Mars shattered.

Duncan, holding a shield in one hand and a gun in the other, easily blocked the opponent's attack. A faint arc of electricity crackled on the spear, making his palm numb. If he hadn't been physically strong, he probably would have been paralyzed by the electric shock.

"Interesting, elemental power?"

Duncan didn't retaliate. He simply used his shield, even letting his gun hang casually, to block three of his opponent's attacks. Eventually, three holes were pierced through his shield.

Even if Duncan deliberately concealed his strength, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that this man possessed combat power surpassing that of ordinary Amazonian female warriors.

Give him meat.

Laura crouched down, staring intently at Duncan before her, her gaze filled with interest. "Man," she said, "you'll be my prey sooner or later."

The relationship between the two sisters is definitely not as good as Storm Ella described.

Duncan remained silent, picked up a piece of meat, and took a big bite.

Before leaving, the lightning-spear-wielding Laura turned around and asked, "What's your name, man?"

Duncan, expressionless, munched on his meat without even looking up, and said, "Duncan."

The real name has been changed to an alias.

The other party left quickly.

The nearby slaves watched Duncan eat meat with envy, and he ate more than half of it. Then he tore the rest of the meat into pieces and threw it to the group of male slaves.

Soon, they began to fight over it like livestock.

"Where are you from?"

A native warrior who had snatched a piece of meat cautiously squatted down next to Duncan. He showed off the tattoo on his arm and slowly said, "I come from the Gazelle Highlands." Duncan turned and glanced at him, coldly saying, "Overseas."

The other person looked at the tattoo on Duncan's arm and hesitated before asking, "Are you a pirate?"

Duncan did not answer.

Unconsciously, he seemed to have become an outlier among a group of slaves. Although these people had been imprisoned for a long time, many of them were marked as one-star or two-star units.

He was probably a warrior with a slight reputation in their tribe.

The night is getting darker.

An Amazonian warrior quietly approached Duncan, crouched down, and whispered, "The chieftain has been kept behind by the Queen to discuss important matters and cannot leave for the time being."

"The Queen will be leaving the tribe temporarily tomorrow; this is your chance to make your move."

Duncan nodded slightly, his expression thoughtful.

soon.

The slaves around him were fast asleep. After observing the surroundings, Duncan burned his remaining mana to activate a soul ability.

—Out-of-body experience.

He rarely used this soul ability because it would render his physical body completely defenseless and subject him to numerous limitations.

Within dimensional space.

The projection perspective is divided into two: one is the human body, and the other is the soul.

From the perspective of the soul, Duncan immediately saw a blurry humanoid silhouette shrouding the altar behind him—a godlike figure, an indigenous god, a thought left on the shrine.

"At least a demigod or higher."

"But it's somewhat like a Guvanu contaminated by blood sacrifice."

Duncan saw Hyjal, imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison, bound by shackles, lying on a bed, expressionless, with a muscular Amazonian female warrior riding on his back.

"There is no connection point to the divine kingdom."

"Is it because the divine kingdom system is not yet fully formed, or did the Amazon queen hold back a secret?"

Duncan had a feeling that something was off.

Normally, this Amazonian tribe should have a sacred grove similar to Celtic or Norse beliefs, but Duncan did not find it. Instead, the queen's statue in the square was extremely eye-catching, and even in the night, it seemed to gather a faint spiritual light.

"Eat from both ends?"

"This queen is really bold!"

Not far away, Hyjal, perhaps sensing something, suddenly turned his head to look in Duncan's direction, no longer paying attention to the Amazon warrior riding on his back.

Duncan is here!

He seemed to sense something in the depths of his being; it was the unique intuition and sixth sense of the divine child.

"Be careful."

"Queen Oretia".

Hyjad didn't know if Duncan was outside, but his lips moved, mouthing a reminder.

Storm Ella was tricked.

Queen Oretia never used him; it was always the Amazon queen's guards who used Hyjal. She said she wanted a descendant with divine blood, but in fact, she had already made other plans.

With his limited intelligence, Haigar could only understand so much; he couldn't comprehend anything deeper.

Duncan had by then returned to his physical body.

His expression gradually turned serious as he gazed at the distant statue of the Queen, thinking to himself, "The situation seems to be different from what I expected."

There is a major misconception about Storm Ella.

That is, she said Queen Oretia wanted a child of Hyjal, a descendant of the divine, and through Hyjal, to give birth to a group of powerful Amazonian warriors. But everything he saw here told Duncan that Queen Oretia was an ambitious and legendary figure who clearly wanted to wield divinity herself.

So here's the problem: a person who wants to embody divinity, or even become a god.

a woman.

Will she get pregnant at this crucial time?

Is it possible to be deified while heavily pregnant?
Would you fight someone while heavily pregnant?
Would an Amazon queen with ambitions to become a god really care so much about the divine bloodline in Hyjal?

In this era, some people are indeed born to be protagonists, but even the supporting characters have their own ideas.

Not to mention, these supporting characters are all legendary heroes.

"The intelligence about Storm Ella is wrong!"

"She was probably taken advantage of."

In this way, her half-sister, Razer Laura's unusual behavior today can be explained.

Her deviating from the plan might be a warning sign.

"I think I've met a formidable opponent."

"She even wanted to scheme against the raging gods!"

"This is simply playing with fire."

Duncan flicked his wrist, and the shackles on his body instantly cracked. He stretched his limbs and approached the depths of the Amazon tribe. Storm Era was most likely already being monitored and imprisoned; she was no match for the Queen of Oretia.

Even Hyjal was completely manipulated by the other party!
"While offering sacrifices to the local deities, he also gathered divinity for himself, and at the same time captured Hyjal, which aroused the wrath of the gods."

"Let me guess."

"Another legendary figure who wants a bite of a god's flesh and blood?"

Duncan had a sense of déjà vu at this moment. The other party's plan was not yet clear, but the ultimate target was probably not Haigar.

According to the script, he should join forces with Storm Ella to rescue Hyjal and overthrow Queen Oretia.

But now, after seeing the other party's idol.

Duncan, on the contrary, was somewhat interested in joining forces with Queen Oretia, because a person who erects his own idol is far superior to others in terms of both strength and ambition.

Only when supporting characters and villains team up can they have a chance to overturn the table.

—Queen Oretia (Ascension) (Divinity Condensation) (Bloody Skull Mark).

Duncan saw the mark of Storm Ella.

She was imprisoned and held in the tribe's military camp, surrounded by a whole squad of the queen's guards. Other returning female warriors were also under surveillance to varying degrees.

This means someone has dug up all their secrets!
Duncan said it himself.

How could a plan devised by Hyjal possibly be foolproof?

Duncan now has two options. The first is to abandon Storm Ella and retreat directly, trying to find other opportunities to rescue Hyjal. With his current strength, it shouldn't be difficult for him to leave.

The second reason was to meet this Queen Oretia and see what her background and capabilities were.

Duncan chose the second option.

Skillful.

He's also a boss, and he enjoys interacting with other bosses.

To overturn the table, Storm-Era alone is not enough, nor is Hyjal; one must also win over the villainous BOSS from the script to one's side.

boom!
A javelin shot out like lightning.

This isn't an adjective; the surface of the thrown javelin was truly surrounded by leaping lightning.

Duncan's figure flashed by, and behind him, the javelin struck the ground, creating a crater. The arc of electricity from the explosion spread in all directions, causing Duncan's figure to stiffen slightly.

The combination of magic and martial arts, the Amazonian fighting style, even bears a resemblance to Zeus.

"So you're the helper Storm Ella brought back?"

"I've already given you a chance to escape."

"I can't believe you actually dared to come looking for me!"

In the darkness, a tall, imposing figure emerged. Her voice was deep, and her eyes crackled with electricity as she stared in Duncan's direction. With a flick of her wrist, the lightning spear flew back into her palm.

This weapon is interesting; it resembles the cursed spear of the first human host.

Duncan landed, steadied himself, and stared directly at Queen Oretia, who had emerged from the darkness. His gaze fell on her shield, which bore the mark of a crescent moon.

Crackling!

Arcs of electricity crackled across the terrifying queen's body. Her power far surpassed that of anyone else in the story. Marked with a skull, she was no less than the chosen one. Even if Duncan and Hyjal joined forces, along with Storm Ella, it would be extremely difficult for them to defeat her. It was estimated that Hyjal would have to unleash his full power and directly pray for the divine power of the raging gods.

The lightning on the Storm Spear shone even brighter, as if the next strike could take Duncan's life.

But then, Duncan suddenly stopped, looked at the Amazon queen in the distance, and slowly asked, "Are you Ares, or a follower of Artemis?"

The arcs of electricity gradually disappeared.

Not far from Duncan, the imposing Amazonian queen looked on with suspicion. She stared at Duncan and slowly asked, "Who are you?"

Aren't they barbarians?

Duncan nodded slightly and said, "Athena, I send my greetings."

Athena, the goddess of wisdom?!

Queen Oretia looked shaken, seemingly incredulous. She sheathed her Storm Spear and said in a deep voice, "This is not the place to talk."

She looked up at the sky, then turned and went into the secret room.

That's how mythology works.

The villain in a myth, defeated by a legendary hero, could also be a hero from another civilization. Hyjal is a mythical hero chosen by the raging gods, so what about Queen Oretia before us?
She was chosen as the villainous boss, is it possible that she had no powerful backers and could only become a stepping stone for those legendary heroes under the Fury of Faith?

In this world's mythological arena, everything related to Greek mythology can be the villain.

Just like the enemies defeated by the Greek heroes, they were also heroes of other civilizations.

“They must have been here before.”

"This Amazonian tribe is more like the defeated ones who survived the battle of the gods in ancient times and fled overseas. Only by converting to other gods can they have a place to live."

Duncan doesn't have an answer yet, but if he finds Athena's face, he can figure it all out.

In ancient times, a great battle of gods must have taken place in this world.

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(End of this chapter)