Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 264 Slaying Four Gods in One Day! (Part 1)
Blue is dead.

This berserker, who came from the highlands and had some barbarian blood, died in Montuka, a small country on the Upper Gold Coast, killed by the country's legendary hero, Thutmose.

"what?"

"Bruce is dead? How did he die?!"

Duncan sat in his tent, his face grim, staring at the messenger before him, and said in a deep voice, "Didn't I already order Hyjal to retreat?"

Barbarians will eventually die.

But as one of the Chapter's top fighters, second only to Duncan and Hyjal, Bru's death was rather sudden.

The envoy before them knelt on one knee, his expression somewhat fearful. He was a Dibite and whispered, "After Lord Hyjal led his army to retreat, he turned to attack the Kingdom of Montuka. The king there quickly submitted, and we easily took over that small country."

Montuca is a small country with only tens of thousands of people, located on the edge of the Upper Gold Coast. It has only one city, and the rest of its territory consists of villages, towns, and even indigenous tribes.

The messenger lowered his head and said, "I never expected that the king would be secretly turned against us by Thutmose again."

"They held a banquet to invite all the leaders, and then secretly led Thutmose to attack us. Although Lord Hyjal led everyone to break through the encirclement."

"But Lord Bru, who was left to cover the rear, died in battle."

Blue died a very tragic death.

After capturing Montuka, Hyjal accepted the king's invitation to a banquet, but unexpectedly, his enemies betrayed him and joined forces with a legendary figure from the Gold Coast to ambush his group. This was, after all, a small country with only tens of thousands of inhabitants, smaller than a modern large residential area, so Hyjal had been somewhat careless.

Deception has a very high success rate when dealing with barbarians.

After being besieged, he immediately led his men to break out, but the enemy had already laid an ambush. Bru decisively stayed behind to cover the rear. He killed hundreds of enemies by himself and also killed a commander on the Gold Coast. Finally, he was surrounded by the enemy.

Relying on his undead berserk special ability, Bru blocked the city gate with his severely injured body, single-handedly holding off thousands of enemy soldiers, leaving the city gate piled high with corpses.

Finally, after the power of his immortal rage subsided, he was pierced through the chest by Thutmose's javelin and ultimately chopped into mincemeat by the enemy.

Click!

Upon hearing that Blue had been hacked to pieces by the enemy, Duncan's anger erupted like a volcano, and the chair he was sitting on shattered.

"With Hyjal's strength, if he wants to break through, what small country could stop him?"

Duncan said in a deep voice.

The messenger trembled and whispered, "They poisoned the wine. Lord Hyjal is seriously poisoned."

"It's the legendary scorpion venom."

Many of the barbarians have almost had their lecherous habits cured, but Duncan hasn't yet found an opportunity to correct his drinking problem.

After his ordeal in the Storm Islands, Hyjal has lost interest in women.

"Scorpion venom? The Scorpion Goddess?"

The witch Greya whispered, "One of the ancient gods of the Gold Coast, the Scorpion King, is one of her kin."

There are no great emperors on this land.

However, the Scorpion Goddess is indeed one of the most ancient deities.

Duncan stood up and asked in an icy tone, "What about Hyjal? Where did they retreat to?"

The messenger cautiously said, "Lord Hyjal has joined forces with the warriors of the Owl Tribe, and they are preparing to avenge their fallen comrades."

Enrage had clouded Hyjal's judgment.

At this time, the barbarians were almost mindless, but they were also the most terrifying warriors.

Duncan immediately ordered, "Send someone to gather information right away."

Just then, Storm Ella appeared and said in a deep voice, "No need. Hyjal has already led his army to the upper reaches of the Nepalt River and will join us by tomorrow morning at the latest."

came back?
This is not like Haigar's style.

Duncan turned his head and said in a deep voice, "He massacred the city?"

Storm Ella nodded slowly, then hesitated and said, "The men of the Kingdom of Montuka have been slaughtered. Hyjal led his vengeful barbarian army and killed tens of thousands of people in just half a day."

"He set the city on fire."

Completely enraged, Hyjal was like a man-eating beast. He rallied nearby troops and launched a counterattack, single-handedly breaking through the gates of Montuka. Then, a vast barbarian army swarmed in, burning, killing, and looting without any restraint. The massacre lasted only half a day, and the men of this small country were all slaughtered, leaving no one alive.

Nathutmos was also hacked to pieces by a group of barbarians.

Without Duncan's restraint, Hyjal's personality flaws would be easily exploited if he were allowed to roam freely.

But Hyjal, when enraged and berserk, is also the most terrifying.

"Did he fall for the trap?"

"Or is all of this still the fate ordained by the raging gods?"

Duncan remained silent.

With Bru's death, one less comrade-in-arms who once traveled the world with him was lost. Now, the only barbarians still alive and whose names can be remembered are Crete, Ugal, and Tamblin.

under night.

Duncan saw the weathered-looking Hyjad, who looked much older than before, with most of his hair turned gray.

"what happened?"

Duncan looked at Hyjad, who appeared to be a man in his thirties or forties, and was taken aback by all the changes.

Hyjal's expression was one of suppressed tension, like a human-shaped volcano ready to erupt at any moment. It wasn't until he saw Duncan that he calmed down a little and slowly said, "Scorpion venom, it seems to have the magic of making people age rapidly."

After saying that, Haigar took out a jar and handed it to Duncan.

Bru was chopped into mincemeat.

They collected the ashes bit by bit from the ground, then burned them and brought them over.

—Hyjal (Thunder Warrior) (Slaughter Condensation) (Rage) (Crimson Five Stars).

Dimensional space.

From God's perspective, Hyjal's mark exudes a bloody killing intent; he even resembles a gradually corrupted Hercules, with a primordial beast suppressed beneath his bloodshot pupils.

In his rage, he chopped all the nobles of the entire Montuka Kingdom into mincemeat, sparing not a single one.

Duncan remained silent for a long time before reaching out to take the jar and smearing Blue's ashes on his cheek and chest—a barbarian ritual.

Regardless of which god Bru once worshipped, the raging gods would be willing to accept his soul after death.

"He died with honor," Haigar said in a deep voice.

"But I."

"The glory has been lost..."

For a barbarian who values ​​honor, admitting to losing honor is like a knife stuck in their heart. They can die in battle, but they cannot live without honor.

The cold north wind blew up Haigar's gray hair, making him look like a hero in his twilight years, no longer the spirited man he once was.

He became taciturn, reserved, and even his anger was hidden beneath a calm exterior.

Hyjal is no longer the arrogant barbarian who thought he could conquer the world by force.

Duncan patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Like fallen leaves in the wind, the old friends have gradually passed away. Of the barbarians who originally set out from the north, very few are still alive.

Soldiers possess a strong sense of heroism; their lives are like exploding fireworks.

The enemy's real target is Hyjal.

Although Duncan didn't know exactly what had happened, he could roughly guess some of the reasons.

At dawn the next day.

Duncan stood in the camp, facing Prames across the river. Prames was still wearing his magnificent golden armor, standing on a chariot decorated with gold and jewels, making one want to throw a javelin at him.

The wound Duncan left behind has healed, but after seeing Duncan and Hyjal, Prames still felt a dull pain in his lower back.

The barbarian army is approaching.

Prames had obtained everything he desired, truly gaining control of the army of the Golden City. The gods had set the stage, and now it was time for the legendary heroes to shine. However, having never experienced much hardship, he was unaware that the power bestowed by the gods was not so easily obtained. If this war were lost, he too would fall into an abyss of eternal damnation.

The gods will only give him one chance.

Now, what Pramies needs most is to prove himself. He has already defeated Haigar once, and now, as long as he can keep Duncan on the other side of the Nepal River, the Gold Coast will gain the strategic initiative.

Amidst the surging waves of the river.

An extremely burly figure appeared on the waves. He stood on the river and roared at the barbarian army. His huge blade of death seemed to be about to stir up a huge raging wave.

— Fayoum (Crocodile God's Chosen One) (River Messenger) (God's Descendant) (Five-Star Gold)!

This must be the legendary hero who caused Hyjal to suffer a loss.

Upon seeing his old rival, Haigar immediately became restless. He stepped forward, about to speak, when Duncan stopped him with a gesture.

This battle must be won decisively!

Otherwise, if they were blocked on the other side of the river, reinforcements from the Gold Coast would keep arriving, and the protracted battle would also be disadvantageous to the barbarians, since they were a coalition of tribes and their discipline would not be much better than that of the Germanic barbarians.

Duncan picked up his grandfather's heavy battle axe, hoisted it onto his shoulder, glanced at the people around him, and slowly turned to walk towards the wide river channel.

"Ms. Nutao!"

"Please look at me!" Duncan has never had many opportunities to personally take action, so he doesn't like being a commander because commanders don't have many opportunities to personally kill enemies.

An emperor like him, who conquered the world on horseback, could only act decisively in the final moments of victory.

The discipline of the barbarians is hard to describe in a few words.

If he hadn't personally led the troops, it would have been a chaotic and reckless attack. There are many illiterate barbarians, and only his leadership skills could mobilize so many people. If anyone else had been in charge of a force of 10,000, chaos would have ensued.

Upon seeing their commander personally lead the charge, the surrounding barbarians began to stir with excitement.

They roared with fervor, some pounding their chests, others even chanting war songs to boost morale. The barbarians loved watching their commander slaughter people; as soon as their commander charged, the other barbarians would immediately howl and rush forward.

There are pros and cons to this situation.

The advantage is that morale explodes, but the disadvantage is that as soon as Duncan makes a move, the Barbarians think it's time to launch a full-scale attack, and they all immediately enter a berserk state.

Today's one-on-one situation is slightly better; when the two armies are facing off, they are truly a group of Germanic berserkers.

Duncan wasn't this upset even when he was commanding the Germanic barbarians in the Root world.

Can you imagine a situation where the right wing is deployed to hold the line while the left wing and the central army are already launching a general offensive?

The two flanks charged even faster than the central army!
An invisible golden light descended.

Duncan prayed to the Lady of the Raging Waves for divine grace, which allowed him to walk and run on the water. As he began to accelerate, amidst the roars of millions of barbarians, their leader, the chosen one of the raging gods, leaped onto the great river's waves.

Duncan raised his heavy grandfather's battle axe and pointed it at the enemy before him. The waves seemed as flat as the ground, and his figure rose and fell with the waves.

Not far away, Fayoum's expression gradually became serious.

A warrior's intuition told him that the man before him was more difficult to deal with than Hyjal.

He can dive underwater.

This was advantageous to him, but it was a mythical battle. He longed to defeat his enemies on the water, where thousands could witness it and it would further intimidate them.

Roar!
A battle cry.

Duncan immediately activated Primal Rage, and Lady Tide's Mark of Attention shone brightly. The surrounding waves spread out like shockwaves, and with a muffled bang, the water surface was actually shattered like fluid mud. A huge crater appeared beneath Duncan's feet, and waves several meters high spread to both sides. He had already leaped up, spanning a distance of dozens of meters, and made a jumping slash towards Fayoum's head.

In an instant.

Fayoum, who was not far away, changed his expression drastically. The layman watched the spectacle, but the expert saw the details. He didn't know how good Duncan's fighting skills were, but there was no doubt that the enemy's physical attributes were too exaggerated!

clang!
Mars shattered.

The chosen one of the Crocodile Gods tried to parry this simple and unadorned attack. He could either dodge or parry, but he didn't want to dodge, so he could only take the hit head-on.

boom!
The entire water surface erupted with waves more than ten meters high.

Not to mention the barbarians nearby, even the divine children and descendants on the other side of the river looked solemn. Duncan's brute force was too exaggerated. The aftershocks from his casual strike were like a bomb dropped underwater.

Fayoum was submerged by Duncan, who had pushed most of his body underwater. This was his territory, and the flowing river tried to lift him up, but it was powerless to do so.

Because the ocean's raging waves are roaring!
The two divine forces collided and canceled each other out. Although Lady Raging Waves was stronger, Crocodile God was the river god of this great river and would not be easily defeated in his home territory, not to mention that in mythology he possessed four times the divine power.

At this moment, Duncan was no longer facing just one chosen one. Behind Fayoum, from the perspective of God in the dimensional space, his figure had transformed into a colossal creature that was half-human and half-crocodile.

—Death Cyclone.

This is a legendary combat technique similar to a spinning slash. Fayum's death whirlwind was like a storm, actually trying to suppress Duncan and overwhelm him with a fierce offensive.

That's how Haigar suffered a loss.

Even with divine intervention, he could not stop his opponent, because his combat skills were not yet fully developed.

A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.

This chosen one of the Crocodile God truly achieved this. The enormous death blade in his hand, seemingly incredibly heavy, always flowed endlessly like a mighty river, its surging attacks giving the enemy no chance to breathe.

This is absolutely a combat skill that surpasses even the master level.

For the first time, Duncan was outmatched in combat skills, but he didn't lose to a mortal; he lost to the Crocodile God, whose body was now imbued with the will of a deity.

Then the only option is to use force to overcome force!

Duncan parried only one round of attacks before choosing to confront the attack head-on. His giant power was fully unleashed, and before anyone knew it, his pupils had transformed into vertical dragon eyes, indicating that his dragon bloodline had also been activated.

The dragon of the North.

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled, and the raging gods seemed to be whispering among themselves, asking each other who had ever slept with a northern dragon in the age of mythology.

In the end, the eyes of all the gods turned to the god of power, Kord.

The God of Strength remained silent, as if recalling something. He had indeed defeated many powerful female giants, but he seemed to have little memory of dragons.

Perhaps it was some barbarian hero from the mythical era who was indiscriminate in his love of meat and vegetables, and even slept with the northern dragon.

In this era, there aren't many dragons left.

clang!
In the exploding Martians.

A nick appeared on the blade of his grandfather's battle axe, but Duncan's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and grabbed at the sky, and instantly, wind and clouds surged as Lady Rage's divine power transformed into a bolt of lightning that descended from the heavens.

Rumble!
Countless electric snakes danced wildly on the water's surface. Amidst the exploding waves, Fayoum's figure also changed, transforming from a wild human body into a colossal creature that resembled a half-human, half-crocodile.

—Transfiguration.

Unlike later forms of transfiguration, the transfiguration of the mythological era was all about getting closer to the image of the gods.

It actually has another name, 'The Face of God'.

Blood flows.

Fayoum's burly body staggered, his right shoulder cleaved open, even the thick armor and skin could not stop him. Duncan's figure was like that of a barbarian hero from ancient times, holding his grandfather's battle axe in one hand and a lightning spear made of divine power in the other.

Titan's Grip.

Berserker's Grip.

Dual-weapon combat.

Whatever it's called, this is the signature ability of the barbarians, and only they can easily wield two heavy two-handed weapons simultaneously.

Duncan bent over and leaped across the waves, behind him, the waves tens of meters high seemed to form a flood tsunami.

His attacks became increasingly fierce, and his icy blue vertical dragon eyes gradually turned blood red, as the primordial wrath outwardly overwhelmed the dragon's bloodline.

boom!
The Crocodile God's chosen ones were sent flying dozens of meters away, just like a stone skipping across water, something children often did when they were young.

This terrifying brute force was so great that even the gods were secretly alarmed. It had far surpassed the limits of mortals, and every move it made was as terrifying as a natural disaster.

When did Quinn become so strong?
Haigar was astonished.

He suddenly remembered that Quinn had not gone berserk in any of the subsequent rituals except for the first Grand Arena.

They had never truly faced a berserk Quinn filled with murderous intent.

"Primordial Warriors!..."

"The power of Titans!..."

Behind Prames, a godlike figure whispered.

The current Duncan is actually more like Hercules than Hyjal, the mythical hero who helped Zeus defeat the Titans' counterattack on Mount Olympus.

Although the power of the King of the Deep Sea Giants did not allow Duncan to break through the critical point, once the Primal Fury was activated, he was already at the level of a Titan.

The entire channel of the Nepal River was cleaved in two by Duncan's grandfather's battle axe.

The great river is cut off!

The river is flowing backwards!

Duncan cleaved the great river in front of him with a single strike, exposing the Crocodile God's chosen ones hidden within. He then hurled his lightning spear, unleashing a lightning bolt that ripped across the sky. His divine power bar rapidly depleted, and Lady Raging Waves seemed to roar as well. On the projection screen, a phantom of Lady Raging Waves appeared behind the human host.

Rumble!
Blood surged in the boiling waves as Duncan's figure walked on the waves. Suddenly, a crocodile-like tail appeared, and some enormous creature locked onto his figure, dragging him into the seemingly boiling waves.

The river surged wildly, as if something underwater was stirring up a deadly whirlwind, and Duncan's figure had already been submerged in waves tens of meters high.

The barbarians in the distance gasped in surprise.

Someone wants to be rescued.

But Hyjal stood still, for he knew the outcome was already decided.

After a while.

A heroic figure soared into the sky, carrying his grandfather's shattered battle blade in one hand and a ferocious crocodile head in the other. He landed once more on the waves of the great river, the surrounding water surging around him as if it were a throne, lifting him far above the riverbank. It was as if the Lady of the Raging Waves had cupped her beloved chosen ones in her hands and raised them to be the Barbarian King!

Ms. Nutao was overjoyed!

Her laughter seemed to create a tsunami on the great river, with surging waves that blotted out the sky, but it did not affect Duncan's figure as if a myth had been reborn. He stood on the wave-like throne, threw out the hideous crocodile head, then picked up his grandfather's battle blade and pointed it in the direction of Prames in the distance.

Duncan, expressionless and radiating murderous intent, slowly said, "Next!"

Since it's a battle of myths.

Then let the raging gods have their fill of watching, and let them wreak havoc here.

Ms. Nutao was overjoyed, overjoyed, overjoyed!!!

………………

(End of this chapter)