Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 254 Slaying Heroes!

There are never perfect heroes in this world.

After Duncan tore off Barrisius's Pegasus wings, the legendary hero began to change. His magnificent sea dragon leather armor gradually became mottled and faded, and streaks of rust-like crimson seeped through. His sword seemed to sprout flesh, and the snake head on his shield absorbed the blood and came to life, hissing and trying to bite Duncan's neck.

boom!
Duncan grabbed the hideous scarlet snake head, twisted it into a pretzel, and then smashed it into pieces with a punch.

Barthius's skin was peeling off in patches.

At first, he was a young, handsome, legendary hero, but now his human-like skin has peeled off like paint, revealing the dark red, sculpted flesh beneath. His youthful appearance has aged rapidly, no longer resembling a young man in his twenties, but rather a man in his fifties or sixties.

But the aura emanating from Him is growing stronger and stronger!

From God's perspective in dimensional space, Barthius's five-pointed gold mark gradually transformed into a five-pointed blood-red mark.

"How is this going?"

Hyjal's expression was one of shock; Barisius's change was something he hadn't expected.

Duncan, expressionless, watched as blood flowed back into Barrisius's body and said in a deep voice, "Blood sacrifice, blood offering, the methods of the Dark Ages and the primordial gods."

According to legend, in his later years, Barthius gradually became obsessed with his past achievements. He ordered people to build a statue for himself and to compile his story into an epic poem, hoping to spread it all over the world. However, other places simply did not buy it. They were too busy telling the stories of their own local heroes to care about the legend of a little island like Trit.

Ultimately, the legends about him were limited to overseas regions, at most heard of on the Gold Coast, but people did not spread his story.

After his death, Barthius enjoyed blood sacrifices and offerings; he was unwilling to perish and was unwilling to die.

He wanted to become a god, or a being with godlike power.

However, his achievements were not enough to gather a strong faith and make people worship him. With only a small number of people on an island, it was extremely difficult for him to even maintain the immortality of his heroic spirit. Therefore, he finally chose the most ancient method: blood sacrifice.

Blood sacrifice is a combination of kindness and coercion, inspiring both worship and fear, and drawing power from the sacrificed life and soul.

But to enjoy the blood sacrifice is just like a monster eating a person.

Monsters eat people to increase their magical power.

Once something starts, everything changes.

At this moment, Storm Era, with a solemn expression, slowly said, "He does not want to die; He desires immortality."

In the Storm Islands, there is no shortage of such people, even if they were once legendary heroes.

Duncan said calmly, "He wanted immortality, but he didn't have immortal achievements."

"Even legendary heroes, when faced with death, become monsters who are afraid of dying."

Under normal circumstances.

If Barthius had faced death with equanimity, he could have existed for a long time after his death, somewhat like a spirit, existing in a form close to that of a heroic spirit, until his soul eventually decayed and perished, slowly leaving behind a local legend in this world.

But he still craved everything in the human world. Even though his achievements and legends were not enough to make him a god, he forcibly remained in the world.

"While you are still alive."

"Possessing great strength, a robust physique, and boundless energy."

"But you abandoned your ambitions, settled for pleasure, and retreated to a corner, failing to continue fighting in that turbulent era."

Duncan said expressionlessly, "Since you have already been a king and enjoyed all the riches and honors of the world..."

"Then why do people only start to feel resentful when they are old and about to die?"

A laughable and pathetic legendary hero.

In the prime of his life, he indulged in power, wealth, and beautiful women, no longer pursuing immortal achievements and glory. When he was about to die, he began to pursue the immortality of the gods and even sought the power of the Dark Ages.

He killed as many legendary heroes as there were.

"What do you know?!"

"mortal!"

Barthius's corpse slowly rose to his feet, becoming like a blood-soaked statue, its skin completely peeled away. It raised the giant's sword in its hand, which was also soaked with blood, and its shield, like a living sea serpent, hissed.

The legendary hero glared angrily at Duncan and roared, "In that era, gods and their descendants roamed the mortal realm!"

Do you think I don't want to pursue immortal achievements and glory?

"But that would just be suicide."

—Barisius (Blood Sacrifice) (Divine Power) (Hatred) (Evil Creature) (Crimson Pentagram)!

With a swing of the greatsword in His hand.

Throughout the square, sludge-like flesh and blood coalesced into human shapes. These were the Baaltli warriors who had once followed him: jungle fighters wielding scimitars and shields, archers with slingshots, and all sorts of overseas warriors.

"so what?"

Duncan glanced at Hyjal, who was silent and seemingly deep in thought, and said calmly, "Since you didn't dare to fight back then, you should now face death with equanimity."

Legend has it that Barthius possessed a trace of Sakura blood.

If it weren't for his resentment, this would have been a wonderful legend, arguably the pinnacle of what mortals could achieve.

Glory, achievements, beautiful women, adventures, marrying a princess, becoming a king, having many children, enjoying a peaceful old age, and so on.

Even if you are a legendary hero, you can't have it all.

Barthius remained silent.

He simply gripped his greatsword calmly, pointed it at Duncan and Hyjal before him, and slowly said, "Let's fight!"

"If you defeat me, you will also be legendary heroes."

"Someday in the future."

"You will face the same choice I did!"

Even heroes in their twilight years fear death.

If language could solve problems, there wouldn't be so much killing in the world.

Duncan picked up his grandfather's heavy battle axe, shield in one hand and battle axe in the other. Beside him, Hyjal looked up with a complicated expression, his fighting spirit gradually rising. He gripped his warhammer with both hands, exchanged a glance with Duncan, and launched an attack on Barrisius at the same time.

These overseas warriors, resurrected as undead, were completely unstoppable.

boom!
The rubble in the palace square was sent flying like cannonballs. Barisius looked burly, but his strength was about the same as the two barbarians. Duncan had forcibly ripped off his Pegasus wings. If he had those, he would have had a better chance of winning. But now, under the siege of the two violent barbarians, he couldn't even take out his sling and swing it.

Duncan won't give him a chance.

boom!
The shockwave from the collision shattered the magnificent hero statue, dimmed the light on the nearby shrines, and caused them all to collapse with a deafening roar.

Hyjal slammed his hammer into Barrisius's knee, the torn flesh resembling clay, mixed with blood and gore. Duncan then leaped and slashed, his grandfather flashing a cold light as he struck Barrisius's head. Barrisius turned his head in an instant, and his grandfather wrestled him onto the shoulder.

Without hesitation, Duncan released his tomahawk and delivered a powerful punch to Barrisius's head. What splattered was no longer blood, but a mixture of blood and dirt.

Hyjal roared and grabbed Barisius's right leg, actually lifting the enormous creature up.

Rumble!
With a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw, Barrisius slammed into the ground like a cannonball, creating a spiderweb-like crater tens of meters in diameter across the entire plaza.

Duncan leaped forward.

Great Rampage!
His fists rained down on Barisius's head, shattering his skull. The scattered bones were rocks, the flying flesh and blood were dirt, and an eyeball flew out, which was caught by Hygal who was standing nearby and slowly crushed.

"One day, you will all become like me..."

Barisius is very strong.

Ordinary legends would probably be no match for him, but he encountered two extraordinary individuals, Duncan and Hyjal, who were not people that ordinary people could deal with.

boom!
Duncan slammed Barrisius's head into the dirt, then grabbed Barrisius's head with both hands and, with a roar, twisted his mangled head off.

Streams of dark blood gushed out.

Duncan, holding Barrisius's head, looked at the fading light in his pupils and calmly said, "If we can get to that point, we will pursue immortality."

"If we don't have that strength, we will accept our fate of death with equanimity."

He placed Barthius's head on the ground.

Then, Duncan picked up his grandfather, weighed him in his hand, and then swung down, splitting the legendary hero's head in two.

A faint glimmer of divinity appeared.

Very weak.

Just two points, a hundred years to condense into one point, exactly two hundred years.

One flew towards Hyjal, while the other merged into Duncan's body.

Hyjal was born with a trace of divinity and can naturally absorb divinity. Although the script has changed, as long as Hyjal is still by Duncan's side, he will be praised by people.

A small appetizer.

Duncan looked at the congealed, filthy blood on the ground and gestured to Annie Porter beside him, her expression one of shock.

—"Blood of Heroes (Corruption): An unknown artifact that can be used on artifacts such as the Blood Cup."

"With my and Hyjal's strength."

"If we join forces, as long as the units are not marked with a skull, a five-star legendary unit is no match for us."

"If there are six-star units, we might be able to confront them head-on."

They've pushed me to the limit.

Together, they can even cut down the avatars of ordinary gods.

Under Duncan's orders, all the statues and shrines of Barthius were destroyed and replaced with shrines to the raging gods, especially the Lady of the Raging Waves, who will most likely build a temple there.

A thug should act like a thug.

Neither Duncan nor Hyjal have reached the threshold of godhood.

Hijri seemed lost in thought. He suddenly looked up at Duncan and slowly said, "Is this where heroes are destined?"

Will we end up like this too?

Duncan calmly said, "All men must die eventually. If you can face it with equanimity, you are a true warrior."

Beside him, Crete nodded in deep agreement.

From Crete's perspective, Barthius had enjoyed so much glory and battle, slept with so many beautiful women, and his descendants had ruled a kingdom for hundreds of years. So what if he died? What was there to be ashamed of?

Once he had pursued glory, he would return to his hometown, boast and enjoy life every day, and finally, while drinking and bragging, quietly die of old age in front of his descendants.

If you're still not satisfied, when you're old, go to the Great Snowy Mountain to slay a dragon and die a glorious death.

Barbarians have simple minds.

But only those with simple minds can face life with equanimity. They don't have so many twists and turns; fighting, sleeping with women, and having glory is enough for them in this life.

They killed a legendary hero.

Duncan and his men pinned Barrisius to death in his coffin, and everything about him would gradually be erased, leaving only a few folk tales passed down by word of mouth.

This enemy made everyone think, especially Hyjal, who sat by the sea in a daze for a long time.

As for Crete, he was already enjoying himself with the king and prince's wives and concubines.

Not sleeping with women isn't his style.

Duncan did not disturb the pensive Hyjal. This was just the beginning. When Hyjal was truly ready to rebel against fate and take control of his own destiny, that would be the beginning of Duncan leading him to become a legendary hero.

In the East, what kind of mythical hero doesn't fight against heaven and earth?

The current Hyjal is not worthy.

Ugal and Tamblin are training.

These two barbarians, after losing interest in women, have seen their strength increase by leaps and bounds, and they will probably surpass Crete soon.

—Quinn Minks (human form) (divine being).

Duncan didn't get involved in too many worldly affairs, leaving most of them to Annie Porter. He was tired of worldly power and didn't want to deal with those trivial matters anymore.

It's too easy to be a king in this era.

Night falls.

Annie was extremely passionate tonight, but Duncan wasn't in a very good mood. After a torrent of passion, he overwhelmed the beautiful female pirate in front of him.

While fireworks were still exploding in her mind, Duncan got up, put on his clothes, and went to the beach.

Hyjal was still sitting there deep in thought.

Duncan tossed him a jug of mead and said in a deep voice, "What are you thinking about?"

Hyjal took the mead and gulped down a large mouthful, saying slowly, "I'm thinking about what makes life perfect."

Ok?
Is such a profound question something a barbarian should be thinking about?
Are your brains really suited for thinking about these kinds of questions?
Looking at the distant waves, Duncan calmly asked, "Have you figured it out yet?"

Haigar shook his head and said, "No."

"But I always feel that everything I've experienced before was arranged by the gods."

"I embarked on a journey in search of divine guidance."

"Whether it's battle, glory, or the ritual of atonement, all are guidance given by the gods."

He has made many mistakes.

For example, if he accidentally killed the son of another tribal chief or raped the priestess of the Great Snow Mountain Goddess while drunk, he would pray for guidance to atone for his sins.

The killing of the Thunder Beast, also known as Behemoth, was a penance ritual for accidentally killing the chieftain's son.

Duncan did not respond.

Haigar continued, "But since following you, I've started to feel like I have a better grasp on my destiny."

"This kind of enemy, this kind of experience, is what I crave."

That's because you haven't done anything more interesting.

Duncan stood up, patted Hyjal on the shoulder, and quietly left. Don't disturb a barbarian's thinking; they don't have many brains to begin with, and if you interrupt them, their brains will be even less efficient.

It's good to be able to think, because thinking helps you understand what kind of life you want.

As Duncan was leaving, Hijri suddenly turned back and said, "Thank you, Quinn."

Duncan waved casually, without stopping.

Script rewriting.

Hyjal is also gradually breaking free from the control of the raging gods. When he truly matures one day, he will have his own thoughts. A barbarian with his own thoughts is quite interesting.

He actually dislikes having his fate controlled by others.

Silent all night.

The next day, Trit Island welcomed an unexpected visitor.

—Witch Greya (Five-star silver-gray).

The witch's arrival instantly heightened Annie Porter's vigilance, especially her slightly intimate attitude towards Duncan, which made her realize that something must have happened between the two of them.

The female pirate didn't care that Duncan had other women, but she cared about her own status and interests.

"Figured out?"

Duncan looked the beautiful witch up and down, his expression seemingly playful: "I thought you wouldn't figure it out so quickly."

This is risking your life!
Just play it safe.

The witch Greya could continue to wait for an opportunity, but once she took this step and gained enough legendary status, her competitors would be powerful figures from other civilizations, and she might even encounter divine children and descendants, as well as those who aspired to become gods.

The witch Greya nodded calmly and said, "Opportunities won't wait for me; I have to seize them myself."

Duncan smiled, stood up, and said, "Then let's go together."

Not far from the two people.

Crete winked at his companion and said, "I told you they were having an affair."

"Otherwise, after leaving the territory of the hill dwarves..."

"Where did Quinn get so angry?"

"This is just great."

"He's satisfied, and our lives are better now."

In fact, Crete was overthinking it.

The arrival of the witch Greya did not make life easier for these barbarians; on the contrary, their training became increasingly rigorous, and even Hyjal was working himself to the bone.

The good news is that Pattes and Blue also found their way here the day after the witch arrived.

Other barbarians scattered across various regions have likely heard the rumors and are trying to find Duncan and Hyjal.

Good to see you here.

Let's go straight for the high-intensity stuff, lest we get beaten up by the sea giants.

Duncan was ready to teach Hyjal a second lesson: the end of a race, the end of an era. When the tide sweeps in, even the mighty kingdom of giants will one day fall.

The conflicts on the sea have already become turbulent.

Without the birth of a true sea god, the war between the ocean gods, deep-sea giants, and numerous marine creatures will never cease.

Hyjal had been having such a smooth time before.

Now that he's entered Lady Raging Waves' script, he doesn't have as much divine power to borrow anymore. Sometimes even the God of Power won't bestow divine grace, so he can only rely on his own strength.

But Duncan underestimated Haijal.

Just as they set off again, the mark of Hyjal had changed.

—Hyjal (Child of God) (Path of Fury) (Thunder Warrior) (Five-Star Silver Gray)!
This guy actually advanced to Legendary rank.

He sat by the sea for a day and a night, as if he had completed a legendary advancement ceremony, directly breaking through to the five-star mark.

"Then I can't wait any longer!"

"We can begin preparing for the ascension ceremony to Legendary status."

Duncan now has two options.

However, because Athena's appearance granted him the realm of wisdom, Duncan has recently come up with a new idea.

He wanted to hold an ancient ceremony that didn't exist in this world.

Hanging himself upside down.

He offered himself as a sacrifice.

As for whether or not to follow Odin's example and lose an eye, there's no rush. He can't sacrifice other gods; the best way is to sacrifice himself.