Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 259 Conquest and Blood Transfusion! Wilderness

Goodheim Crystal Palace.

Pale purple curtains hung all around. Duncan, slightly intoxicated, surveyed the luxurious surroundings. A huge luminous pearl, the size of a fist, hung overhead, emitting a soft light. All around were treasures from the sea. A five-meter-tall blood coral stood behind the bed, and the bedside tables were adorned with golden pearls. It could be said that the wealth of the Oceanic descendants was even more extravagant than that of the City of Gold; no wonder Lady Raging Waves couldn't resist conquering them first.

He was actually a little drunk, because Hyjal actually wanted to take the initiative and knock Duncan down, but he was still too inexperienced. The blood of the dragon is not so easy to get drunk.

"This must have been the palace of the defeated giants."

Duncan lay on the soft, large bed, protected by a special barrier, which felt almost like a dragon palace.

He was attended by sea maidens, most of whom were half-human and half-fish, while some were indistinguishable from humans except for some fish-like features. The bloodlines of the ocean spirits were no longer so pure; in the inland regions, there were even half-demon spirits who had fully transformed into human form.

A soft rustling sound came from the pearl curtains.

When Duncan looked up, he saw the radiant Oceanus goddess Okemethe in front of him. She was wearing a gorgeous pearl-embroidered long dress, the thin veil unable to conceal her alluring white cleavage, her extremely graceful curves resembling those of a swimming mermaid.

Oceanus goddess Okemethe's father was once the wave god of the ocean gods. In ancient times, there were too many sea gods, such as the god of tides, the god of tsunamis, and so on. Almost every concept of the sea became a synonym for a certain god.

Behind the radiant Oceanus goddess was a group of beautiful Oceanus goddesses, including Petilla, whom Duncan had met once before, though her expression held a hint of sorrow.

What is this doing?
Why are there so many goddesses from the ocean all of a sudden?

Duncan sobered up instantly.

When he saw the alluring sea spirits with no expression behind the many ocean goddesses, he immediately understood what was going on with his intelligence.

Conquest and blood transfusion.

Just like the Huns and Mongols who conquered the west, they slaughtered and slew along the way, essentially replacing the bloodlines of many peoples in Eurasia. Similarly, after the fall of the Roman Empire, the bloodlines of Europe were also completely replaced, with many places now inhabited by Germanic barbarian ancestry.

Lady Nutao wants to integrate all the blood of the Ocean Gods into the bloodline of the barbarians.

Needless to say.

The best choice is definitely Duncan, because Hyjal is the son of the god of strength, and Lady Raging Waves would never choose him, and he is only a supporting character in this myth.

"let's start."

The alluring sea spirit glanced expressionlessly at Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents. She led several sea spirit sirens to begin setting up some unknown ritual in the luxurious and spacious room. The ritual would attract the attention of the Lady of the Raging Waves, who would bestow a blessing at the most crucial moment.

Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents, remained calm. She had ruled this sea area since her father's death and had seen all kinds of storms. As a demigod, she had secured her current position. Everything before her was nothing to her; it was merely an exchange for divine protection.

Beside her, the extremely beautiful Oceanid Petira took a step forward. She seemed to open her mouth to say something, but was stopped by Oceanid Ocemetery.

The ocean demigod spoke gently, saying softly, "Let me do it."

"Perhaps... we won't need you anymore..."

The sea spirit siren smiled without saying a word. She was also a handmaid of Lady Raging Waves who had once served Duncan. Of course she knew what the other party was thinking, but since it was Lady Raging Waves' order, there was no room for negotiation.

At the service of her maids, Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents, removed her magnificent gown, leaving her in only a hazy, sheer veil, and slowly walked to Duncan's bedside.

She possessed an astonishing beauty, like a mythical sea spirit, her complexion even surpassing that of the Theban goddesses.

"The Oracle of Lady Raging Waves".

The goddess of ocean currents walked to Duncan's side as he stood up, reached out and stroked his handsome profile, and whispered, "She has ordained that our children be united and that they will inherit the throne of the Ocean Gods."

Indeed it is.

The most traditional way for barbarians to conquer.

The Usgar warriors recruited by Duncan originally came from the Neanderthals of the northern ice plains. After the barbarians conquered the ancient primitive tribes, the raging gods ordered the barbarians to marry at least one Neanderthal female warrior. Their offspring, in modern terms, are a hybrid of Homo sapiens and Neanderthals.

Of course, primitive humans are not necessarily descended from Neanderthals, but they are generally branches of early cave dwellers.

A major reshuffle completed the barbarians' conquest of the northern ice plains and ushered in a new era of barbarian evolution.

This was true of primitive humans, and it was also true of the Northern Giants.

Otherwise, where would the barbarians have gotten such strong physiques and power? After their bloodlines merged and assimilated, they became the various branches of the barbarian tribes we know today.

Duncan hesitated slightly; he had actually been eating quite a lot lately.

In addition, Haijal's strength improved rapidly, which actually started to put some pressure on him, so Duncan himself was also training hard.

Today, Hyjad wanted to drink with Duncan and get him drunk, which means he was already itching to do it.

Hyjal wanted to save face.

Looking at the radiant Oceanus Goddess before him, Duncan slowly said, "If you are unwilling..."

Before he could finish speaking, Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents, covered Duncan's lips with her fair, jade-like hand. Her breath was sweet as orchids. She pushed Duncan down, gazed into his eyes, and said softly, "Am I beautiful?"

Duncan was momentarily captivated by her beauty and slowly nodded.

Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents, revealed a seductive smile, like that of a siren. She rose and straddled Duncan's waist, gesturing for her personal maids and the other ocean goddesses to come and serve her. Then, she arched her slender waist, revealing a majestic figure like a snow-capped mountain, and whispered, "If we don't do this, the raging gods will not truly trust us."

"We also need Ms. Nutao's trust and favor."

"It was all destined."

"If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else, but you are undoubtedly the best choice."

"We have no choice."

The raging gods are extremely domineering.

Perhaps in the eyes of Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents, Duncan was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of the waves.

A mournful murmur.

On either side of the palace, the sea spirits who had already begun the ceremony revealed a hint of pleasure and appreciation. They admired Oceanus, the goddess of the ocean currents, because she was very pragmatic. The descendants of the ocean gods had to completely submit, otherwise they would submit to one sea god today and another tomorrow. The Lady of the Raging Waves would absolutely not tolerate such opportunists.

The ladies of the Raging Waves lit exotic incense that would energize Duncan, ignite his desires, excite him, and bestow upon him the bountiful blessings of the sea.

But the situation has clearly gotten a bit out of control, because its effect on Duncan is somewhat exaggerated.

Many ocean goddesses surrounded the bed that originally belonged to the king of giants. Some of them covered their mouths in surprise, some stared in a daze, some looked slightly frightened, and some sat gracefully on both sides of the palace, pouring themselves fine wine. A blush appeared on their beautiful faces, and some even seemed a little eager to try it out.

Among them were unmarried young girls and wealthy women from the West whose husbands had died at the hands of giants. They were chosen simply because of their status, position, and even their bloodline.

Each descendant of this Oceanic God lineage, tracing their origins back to the gods, had a candidate chosen by the maids of Lady Raging Waves.

The sea was turbulent, and a terrifying storm was brewing.

I don’t know how long it took.

Oceanus, the ocean goddess with an extremely languid and weary expression, slowly rose. Supported by her maids, she glanced at the other ocean goddesses, then said to one of them in a slightly hoarse voice, "Pethira."

"come here."

The Ocean Goddess looked slightly panicked, like a frightened fawn, but her beautiful face was flushed as she timidly approached.

Identity, status, bloodline.

Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents, used these to arrange the ocean goddesses before her in order. Under the approving gaze of the sea spirits beside her, she began to take the lead, replacing these sea spirit maidens to achieve everything that Lady Raging Waves wanted.

Ms. Nutao's striking mark was faintly glowing.

She was watching.

Conquering the sea requires endless energy. These beautiful ocean goddesses, and their future offspring, will be the most important components of the real world and the divine realm after the Lady of the Raging Waves transforms into the gods of faith.

Fundamentally, these gods who were transformed from the old gods are quite different from the new gods; they are accustomed to relying on bloodlines to sustain everything.

The entire ceremony lasted for three days and three nights.

Under the blessing of the Lady of Raging Waves and the bounty of the sea, even the sea spirits who maintained the ritual were dragged over by many ocean goddesses. From now on, their status was equal. These ocean goddesses were also the Lady of Raging Waves' personal maids. They retaliated by pinning down the sea spirits, their playful expressions revealing a hint of something inexplicable.

The old maids and the new maids, their confrontation has begun.

The descendants of the Ocean Gods who have submitted to Lady Raging Waves will not be content with merely serving as otherworldly gods; many of them may become subordinate gods.

From today onwards, the descendants of the Ocean God will become the backbone of the Nu Tao Lady's belief system.

Port Tutu

Duncan returned to the island of loyalty. Behind him, in the waves, there was a magnificent chariot hidden in the sea. When he turned around, he saw more than a dozen beautiful ocean goddesses in the surging waves. Oceanus, the leading ocean current goddess, silently watched him leave. For a moment, there was a trace of reluctance in the eyes of these ocean goddesses.

Duncan silently rubbed his lower back and stepped onto land without looking back.

This ocean is not something that ordinary people can conquer.

Hyjal grinned wickedly, his expression eager and impatient. Looking at Duncan's unsteady legs, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Tomorrow is the grand arena ceremony dedicated to the god of strength."

"I'm waiting for you!"

This guy has actually learned to use their own methods against them.

No surprises.

Even though Duncan's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, his severe fatigue was undeniable. During the grand arena ceremony dedicated to the god of strength, when Duncan wrestled with Hyjal, he was mercilessly knocked down and slammed to the ground, leaving the invincible Duncan dizzy and disoriented.

"Quinn!"

"Women make you weak, women make your legs go weak!"

"Women make you weak."

Hyjal's expression was one of indescribable elation; he was overjoyed. After mimicking Duncan's sarcastic remarks, he reached out and pulled Duncan up, patted him on the shoulder, and was so happy he wanted to drink and celebrate wildly.

He finally caught Duncan severely fatigued. It wasn't Lady Rumble's ritual; given Duncan's physique, it wasn't so easy for him to get tired.

Duncan wasn't discouraged, but rather surprised by Haigar's growth.

Severe fatigue.

Whoever is in this state will be at a great disadvantage. If Hyjal is severely fatigued, he could be knocked down with one hand.

The last time he was this weak was when his first human form faced the Hermitage Sanctuary and single-handedly killed dozens of bandits. At that time, he was also fighting while exhausted and injured.

At the end of the ceremony, Duncan even unleashed his ultimate attack, so it's fair to say he didn't deserve to lose today.

The light within the shrine flickered faintly. It was as if the raging gods were also chuckling mockingly, watching Duncan be brought down by Hyjal, and even from the waves of the sea, the Lady of the Raging Waves' playful laughter could be faintly heard.

It's a balance.

Duncan's minor defeat is something the raging gods are happy to see. Duncan isn't going to risk his life; in the grand saga, losing once is just another loss.

But let's make sure he doesn't catch us next time in Hyjal.

In this world, even the gods are imperfect, so how can they accommodate perfect heroes? If that were the case, wouldn't heroes surpass the gods?
Is that hero still a hero?

All heroes should have weaknesses; they cannot be invincible, just like the gods who have minor flaws.

Under the night wind.

A group of barbarians stood on a high cliff. Duncan held an urn containing ashes. One by one, the barbarians stepped forward and smeared the ashes on their chests, praying that their former comrades-in-arms would lend them strength and courage.

Pastor and Best are dead.

The former had some dealings with Duncan, while the latter was also an old brute who had participated in the Hydra battles, but he didn't usually have much of a presence.

Of the seven barbarians, two died.

They died with honor!

In the battle, Pester cleaved open the skull of a legendary giant warrior, then had his bones and chest shattered by the enemy's anchor. He coughed up blood and vomited pieces of his internal organs, roaring and fighting fiercely. His battle cries echoed through the underwater rift. Finally, as his rage subsided, he killed another sea giant and died fighting to the death, his massive body standing upright.

Best charged ahead, slaying several enemies, before being killed by the sea wizard's spell. He was devoured by countless venomous sea snakes, his body decaying into a pile of flesh. Before dying, he threw his battle axe, shattering the enemy's skull.

"May their souls return to the snowy mountains, and enjoy eternal battles and glory in the Hall of Heroes of the raging gods!"

Duncan spoke slowly.

The barbarians pounded their chests, scattering ashes across the cliff face. The howling sea wind blew northward, as if carrying away their souls and ashes.

"Blood and thunder!"

"Battle and Glory!"

"May the wrathful gods bear witness to us!..."

Many barbarians smeared the ashes of their fallen comrades with solemn expressions, but without sadness, for their average lifespan was only in their thirties, and very few barbarians returned alive to the Great Snow Sacred Mountain.

If they were afraid of death, they wouldn't have participated in the Wilderness Trials back then.

There are conditions for the barbarians to come out of the mountains.

Those ordinary barbarians, with strength of only one or two stars, can only be allowed to travel the world after completing the Wilderness Trials. Under normal circumstances, they would be at least two-star silver-gray elite units by then.

These barbarians, blessed by priests and sent off by tribal shaman chiefs, pursuing battle and glory, have all been selected through the trials of the wilderness.

They were barbaric warriors who emerged from the bitterly cold, snowy mountains, witnessed by the priests of the raging gods.

even.

Duncan, still from God's perspective, saw some spirit-like entities carrying the souls of barbarian warriors back in the howling north wind.

These souls were the precious treasures of the raging gods, and each name was inscribed by priests on the temple stone tablets.

"Walk."

Let's go for a drink!

Hyjal, Crete, and others felt no sorrow whatsoever. When they died, they did not want their comrades to grieve or weep, for they were true barbarian warriors.

They pursued glory, and died for it.

Duncan gave the Barbarians a few days off; he also needed to rest and recover from his severe fatigue.

Two people died.

But they died with honor, and Duncan had no regrets. He only regretted that the barbarians around him died without honor.

It has to be said that after spending a lot of time with them, Duncan gradually became more like a barbarian.

A group of barbarians were drinking, wrestling, and fighting noisily. Duncan sat on the second-floor balcony, watching them encourage Ugal to challenge Hyjal and have an arm-wrestling match with him.

"Barbarian warriors are indeed different from others."

The witch Greya sat down next to Duncan, took out a crystal glass, poured in a pale red potion, and handed it to Duncan, teasingly saying, "Drink it."

"It's good for your body and can relieve fatigue."

After all, she was a witch who wanted to become a god, so she knew more or less about Lady Raging Waves' plans. She could only envy her, because she didn't even have a decent clan, let alone a church or belief system.

Fortunately, she has already garnered some legendary status.

In fact, Duncan's battle didn't gain much legendary status because he borrowed the power of the raging gods, so most of the legends focused on the raging gods, and people only praised the power of the raging gods.

5 points of legend.

Adding what we received earlier, we've essentially recouped our investment.

From then on, it was all profit.

Duncan raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. Being a "tool" isn't easy. Fortunately, although he doesn't have much of a legendary status, his skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

The witch Greya gave Duncan a meaningful look, then swayed her slender waist and gracefully walked away.

She believed she understood Duncan and thought that this brute would definitely not be satisfied with this.

This man will want to become a god sooner or later.

Duncan stood up and gazed at the distant sea, then looked down at the carefree barbarians below, lost in deep thought, seemingly pondering something.

The raging gods are very complex beings.

They are brutal, bloodthirsty, and domineering, yet extremely protective of their own. While they are high above others and despise ordinary people, they also highly value fearless warriors.

Lady Raging Waves is as unpredictable as the sea; when she is generous, she nourishes all things like the ocean, and when she is angry, she engulfs everything like a tsunami or storm!
Such a big shot.

It truly proves the saying, "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger."

Duncan's period of dormancy needs to continue, because Athena's corrupted form has not yet gained a foothold in this world, and how she will coexist with the raging gods in the future will not be an easy matter.

But there is no doubt that the raging gods are ready to wage war against other pantheons in the real world.

Who's winning.

Who will be the core belief of the real world for the next thousand years, possessing a historical status no less than that of the ancient Greek and Norse pantheons.

"The mythological era was indeed not an easy time to navigate."

Duncan thought back to a long time ago when he thought he would definitely thrive in the age of mythology. However, even with such a high starting point for his human form, there were still many beings he couldn't afford to offend in the late stages of mythology, forcing him to rely on the power of the raging gods.

at the same time.

On the distant southeastern grasslands of the continent, an extremely large nomadic tribe, with tens of thousands of nomadic warriors, is driving endless herds of cattle, sheep, and horses toward the prosperous western continent.

The Xiguti people.

They are also known as the Scythians.

The eagle's cry echoed across the sky.

A giant eagle with a wingspan of several meters slowly descended. The leading grassland warrior raised his thick arm, gazing at the eagle on his arm, his eyes looking beyond the mountains and into the distance.

All spirits whisper.

The powerful Central Plains elves are constantly expanding, and even the most formidable fighting force among humans, the nomadic tribes of the grasslands, have to temporarily avoid the elves' advance.

These elves' arrows are far more ruthless and precise than theirs. Their battles are like elegant dances, yet they are highly disciplined. Clad in magnificent armor, they possess the swiftness and agility of the wind, making them far beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans.

These nomads' ancestors migrated and fought for thousands of years, all the way to the edge of the continental plate.

Now, they are returning to their hometown.

The earliest human tribes migrated from that vast grassland, with some heading west and others heading east.

"All Spirits says that our time is coming."

The imposing man at the head of the group looked at the shaman beside him and said in a deep voice, "They have shown us the way of fire. Let us go and conquer those who worship fire."

The spirits of Zhongzhou will arrive sooner or later.

Humanity also needs to keep up with the times!

If the East does not offer the vast pastures they desire, then they will return to the West and conquer to the other end of the world.

In the ancient Dark Ages.

While primitive human tribes were still slowly exploring the darkness and discovering the world, the valiant nomads had already broken through the dense fog of the Dark Ages and set foot on dangerous lands that humans had never reached before.

They chased after grasslands and rivers, seeking fertile pastures in the wilderness, traversing mountains and peaks, migrating for thousands of years until reaching the farthest reaches of the continent.

Over the course of nearly a thousand years, nomadic peoples transitioned from the primitive totem era to the shamanistic era of all spirits.

Because of a certain being, the original shamanic spirits foresaw the future; they would not live to see the eagles soaring over the grasslands.

Times are changing too fast.

The man favored by heaven may not be favored by the times.

When the original world was transformed, hundreds of years ago, all spirits embraced many migrating nomadic tribes. They entered this world silently and became the core faith of the nomadic people of the grasslands without the notice of the gods.

The name of the Khan resounded throughout the land.

As the Khan raised his long sword, thousands of primitive shamanic members chanted ancient poems, praising the heavens!
This ancient nomadic people revered only the heavens, the earth, and all living beings; in their eyes, all gods were false gods.

Under the heavens, all spirits nurture them.

In the name of the heavens, let us fight the gods once more!
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(End of this chapter)