Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 265 Slaying Four Gods in One Day! (Part 2)
Gudong.

Seeing the hideous severed head that Duncan casually tossed onto the front lines, Prames's guards couldn't help but show expressions of horror.

It should be noted that Crocodile God's chosen one is a top-tier existence among many legendary heroes. Ordinary legendary powerhouses cannot withstand more than a few moves from him, yet Duncan had his head chopped off in his most proficient domain, amidst the waves of the Nepal River.

Morale was severely damaged.

Even the elite Golden Legion in Prames' army showed signs of shock, their fighting spirit seemingly waning. The influence of legendary heroes in this era was unimaginable; the standard benchmark was King Leonidas from the 300 Spartans. Soldiers led by legendary heroes were often fearless and undaunted.

Strands of divine light, invisible to the naked eye, merged into Duncan's body.

This human form is also breaking away from the realm of mortals and gradually transforming into a divine being. Duncan just killed not only a legendary hero, but also the crocodile god incarnate whose will descended upon him. Even if it is just a wisp of divine will that falls, it is destined to lose a small part of its divinity.

That's why the gods dare not act rashly. If one of your avatars is killed today, and another tomorrow, you'll become extremely weak in no time.

One point of divinity is roughly equivalent to a hundred years' worth of time for an ordinary god to accumulate.

If someone were to be killed and reincarnated several times, all the faith accumulated over hundreds or thousands of years would be wasted.

—"Master of Alien Weapons - Death Blade (Combat Skill): Skill approaching the Dao, reaching a state of divine perfection. The Crocodile God possesses powerful combat skills, and He is an extremely brave warrior among the gods. When using other alien weapons, such as scimitars, battle blades, and elven scimitars, you can also possess combat skills that surpass the master level."

The first breakthrough was in master-level combat skills, but not in military weapons that Duncan was very familiar with.

but it does not matter.

If enough are cut, they can be integrated into a military weapon system. Although this human host's strength did not surpass that of the first human host, his combat skills have broken through the upper limit.

Within dimensional space.

Looking at the dark gold mark, Duncan thought to himself, "It seems that Grandmaster-level combat skills are already close to their limit."

In Dungeons & Dragons parlance, a Blademaster-type warrior class, if they upgrade a certain weapon to five stars, will not be at a disadvantage in terms of combat skills, even when fighting against the gods.

Further advancement would place one in the realm of concepts, rather than pure combat skills.

In terms of pure combat skills, this is already the pinnacle of the world.

What's above that?

"The Lord of War?"

"Like Chi You and Xing Tian?"

Duncan is not sure yet, but the gods he has encountered are basically between master and grandmaster level in terms of combat skills. Once their pure combat skills have improved to a certain level, they have encountered a bottleneck and have to turn to other ways to improve their strength.

Sometimes, crafting a divine weapon is far more valuable than painstakingly honing combat skills.

A commotion broke out in the enemy camp.

Duncan wasn't in a hurry. He just watched them quietly, without challenging them or arguing. Instead, he started wiping the cracks on his grandfather's battle axe. Although it was a weapon close to legendary level, it was still quite damaged. In this world, weapons and equipment weren't divided into many categories. Generally speaking, they were mortal items, rare items, legendary rare items, and divine artifacts. Powerful legendary rare items had the power to go head-to-head with divine artifacts.

As for the relative strengths and weaknesses of divine artifacts, it's hard to say. Apart from those famous weapons from myths and legends, most divine artifacts are similar, belonging to products infused with divine nature and power.

There is no clear advantage or disadvantage.

This is actually the same as firearms. Pistols can kill people, and rifles can kill people. Power is not the only standard for measurement.

In the hands of a Western cowboy, a pistol is more effective than a rifle.

"One-third of my life bar has dropped."

"What's his last move? The Dance of Death for the Crocodile?"

Duncan's injuries are gradually healing. The gentle flow of the Raging Waves caresses his body, softly washing away the blood and revealing the scars that are healing rapidly, and his life bar is slowly recovering little by little.

Cheers erupted from the other side of the river from the barbarians. Hearing Duncan's words, the barbarians, eager for more excitement, roared, "Next! Next!!"

They absolutely love one-on-one matches.

If these barbarians were thrown into the Roman Empire, they would surely be a daily fixture in the gladiatorial arena, and becoming a champion gladiator would probably be their greatest honor.

Prames' face was ashen. He glanced around and saw that everyone was avoiding his gaze.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the gods of the Gold Coast are one. When it comes to a fight, those who truly stand together are the most loyal allies. These aren't just ordinary believers who die; they are the gods' chosen ones, legendary heroes. The loss of even one of them is heartbreaking, no less so than the death of a close disciple of an immortal in the Investiture of the Gods.

While it's not a big deal for some gods to die one or two, as they can be directly transformed into otherworldly messengers, those gods with small temples and families, who only have one or two descendants, have no foundation in the real world if they die.

At that moment, a handsome and tall figure walked out from behind Prames.

He gestured to Prames in front of him, picked up a long spear, and walked towards Duncan in the distance. At this point, only ruthless characters could be brought in.

Menkaula.

A hero without many legends, but whose identity is far from simple.

He is considered to be the human form of one of the four sons of Horus.

—Menkaura (The Chosen of Emshet) (God of Funerals) (Death Realm) (Five-Star Gold)!
When it really comes to this...

Many gods wavered, unsure whether to fight to the death, but in the end, it was the sons of Horus who stepped forward. They were also powerful demigods, belonging to the realm of the underworld, and in charge of a portion of the power of death.

Since it is a realm of death, there are naturally no weak ones.

The spear in Menkaura's hand is called the "Spear of Death," a relatively unknown divine weapon. Its greatest feature is that a single stab is fatal, but only to mortals. It is extremely light, and when wielded, it moves like a whirlwind. The tassel is made of strange feathers, allowing it to pierce through enemies as if it were flying.

It is not actually the complete form.

Because its full name is the Night-Soaring Spear of the Necromancer, it is both a war spear and a javelin, a weapon forged in the Dark Ages.

Menkaure walked directly opposite Duncan, but did not step into the river.

Duncan's killing of the Crocodile God's chosen ones in the river reminded them of the Lady of Raging Waves' power. Fighting Duncan in the river put them at a significant disadvantage. Seeing Duncan's injuries, Menkaura stood on the flat ground of the riverbank and raised his war spear.

We're not confident in a naval battle, so we'll have to fight him on land.

Duncan remained calm and fearless. He leaped down, carrying his grandfather's battle axe. The waves that had gathered behind him dissipated, but the gaze of the Lady of the Raging Waves remained bright and unwavering. The goddess's will was now focused on Duncan.

In short, the golden statue has been completed.

Duncan can die on the battlefield, but if anyone dares to use underhanded tactics or curses, don't blame Lady Rage for flipping the table.

Heroes never die from hidden arrows.

This is the rule tacitly agreed upon by the raging gods; whoever violates the rule will no longer be bound by any rules.

They are chaotic gods by nature; the fact that they can sit down and fight you is already a great show of restraint.

—“The protection of the Lady of Raging Waves: The Lady of Raging Waves’ divine power protects you at all times. Before you lose her divine favor, any magical curse must first break the Lady of Raging Waves’ divine power.”

This is the same treatment as in Haigar.

However, Hyjal was protected by the god of power and also possessed divine power that he awakened when he went berserk.

Come and fight!

As Duncan stepped ashore, Menkaura left a trail of afterimages in his wake. He was incredibly fast, even faster than the elves. Such an enemy was a perfect counter to brute force. With a flash of dark light, blood began to seep from Duncan's shoulder.

I failed to parry, block, or dodge.

Duncan's expression gradually turned serious. The enemy was too fast and extremely agile. Moreover, his weapon was very strange, as if it had sucked away Duncan's blood.

This is a weapon of the death realm; it is so light it seems to have no weight.

Menkaura's figure circled around Duncan. After only a few exchanges, Duncan was completely at a disadvantage because he couldn't hit his enemy at all. His grandfather's sweeping whirlwind attack was easily dodged by his enemy, and in an instant, wounds appeared on Duncan's shoulders, arms, and thighs.

Cutting meat with a knife!

It doesn't hurt, but it's very painful.

As Duncan was suppressed, Prames in the distance and the allied forces on the Upper Gold Coast were also emboldened. The barbarians on the opposite bank of the river gradually became serious, and Hyjal couldn't help but mutter, "The enemy is too fast!"

It is indeed fast.

Menkaura's swift movements left a trail of afterimages. Duncan was stabbed six times in succession, and his health bar dropped segment by segment.

If this continues, Duncan will be worn down and killed here by the enemy.

As if his rage was gradually becoming uncontrollable, Duncan's repeated attacks missed his target. He then slammed his palm heavily on the ground, causing Menkaure to lose his balance and be thrown into the air. At this moment, Duncan, who was trying to raise his battle axe again, revealed a huge opening.

Not far away, Prames and his group were overjoyed.

This man is going to lose.

really!

The next second, Menkaura's figure flew out, his necromancer spear slicing through the sky like a blood-red lightning bolt, piercing Duncan's chest. However, the spear, which was originally meant to pierce the heart, deviated slightly and only pierced the center of the chest cavity.

This is already a serious injury!
If Menkaure were to withdraw, he could simply wear Duncan down.

But when he tried to draw his gun, he found it was too late.

— Resilient and ferocious.

Barbarians do not die from non-fatal wounds.

Duncan's figure actually gripped the gun handle and pierced through himself. The next second, in Menkaura's horrified gaze, he directly grabbed the enemy in front of him. His speed was as fast as lightning, and the enemy had no time to react. By the time the others reacted, Menkaura had already let out an extremely shrill scream.

Ah!
Blood spurts!

Eyeballs burst!

Click!

In a flash, all anyone could see was Duncan grab Menkaure, then plunge his hands into Menkaure's eye sockets, crushing his eyeballs in an instant. Menkaure's skull shattered, his brains and blood gushing out like bursting jelly, his entire skull resembling a watermelon that had been squeezed open.

The outcome has been decided.

There is death and no life.

Duncan slowly pulled out the Death Shot, which had pierced his chest. He was also skilled with guns, which made up for the lack of lethality of his grandfather's battle axe.

Menkaura's body slumped to the ground, his head a gruesome sight. A fierce wind howled.

Ms. Raging Waves' breathing was like a hurricane sweeping across the sea.

Duncan, wielding his grandfather's battle axe in one hand and the Death's Spear in the other, stared expressionlessly at the distant enemy and slowly said, "Next!"

The life bar has one-half remaining.

This opponent seems very powerful, but his damage is only average. He has regeneration to protect him, so the injuries are not as severe as expected.

Moreover, Duncan's invincible rage and desperate potential were not unleashed.

The enemy in the distance was horrified.

Another legendary figure has fallen, dying so suddenly, instantly. This has left others in awe of Duncan's terrifying brute strength and Titan-like explosive power.

Who would have thought that after Menkaure stabbed Duncan so many times, he would turn around and have his head crushed in an instant?

"He's badly hurt."

Beside Prames, a figure couldn't help but step forward.

The weaker Duncan is, the greater his chances of getting a bargain.

At this point, whoever killed Duncan would become a legend, but a severely wounded and dying barbarian is also the most dangerous beast.

—Gakar (Domtef) (God of Funerals) (Death) (Five-Star Gold)!

It seems that only the four sons of Horus are willing to fight to the death.

Within dimensional space.

Duncan noticed something unusual: of the opponents he killed, a portion of their divinity was absorbed by him, but a portion of their divine power was flowing towards Prames.

What's happening here?
Why was Prames able to absorb the power of the four dead sons of Horus?

This anomaly caused Duncan to frown, because the mark of the 'God's Abomination' on Prames was emitting a blood-red glow.

Is it because of shared blood ties? Or some other reason?
Gacal used a sword and shield. He knew he was no match for Duncan at his peak, but the enemy had already fought two battles and was seriously injured, so he had a good chance of turning the tables.

If they can kill Duncan, the barbarian alliance will definitely collapse automatically.

Gacal raised his shield with a solemn expression. He was very wary of the Death's Spear. After getting close to Duncan, he launched the first attack. The sword and shield were a perfect combination of offense and defense. Among many warriors, the sword and shield warriors were very durable. In the gladiatorial arena of the Roman Empire, the sword and shield warriors were also the most difficult to kill.

He intended to wear Duncan down until he bled out and was exhausted, showing no sign of underestimating his opponent or being reckless.

But Duncan had killed far too many enemies like this in the past.

Excuse me.

The first human form has gained experience killing swords and shields.

Roar!
After testing the enemy's strength, Duncan went into a second berserk state. His figure then resembled a rampaging half-giant, his muscles exploding and veins bulging. He swung his grandfather's battle axe to its maximum arc, delivering a heavy slash that struck the enemy's shield.

boom!
Gakar was slammed into the ground with most of his body. He used his shield to block the attacks, defending it impenetrably. But Duncan ignored him and unleashed his Titan power, attacking one after another like a storm, giving the enemy no chance. Even the gap in his grandfather's shield widened.

boom!
Amidst the horrified gazes of countless people, cracks appeared on the earth. Gakar only managed to block three attacks. When Duncan threw his grandfather's battle axe and then flew out, merging with the Death Spear, blood gushed out instantly. Gakar looked down at the spear that had pierced his chest, his expression one of disbelief.

He couldn't stop them; the enemy's brute force was terrifying.

Duncan flicked the Death Spear in his hand, and Gakar's body was thrown into the air. Then, with a roar, the blood-red spear pierced through the air in the instant the enemy was too badly injured to exert any force, passing through the enemy's lower body all the way to his head, impaling him on the Death Spear.

A look of horror filled the air!
This death was even more brutal. Gakar died instantly, and when Duncan casually flicked his wrist and threw his spear, his body flew dozens of meters away and landed as a pile of mangled flesh.

The wind howled.

Like the roar of a tsunami, the waves in the river surged endlessly, just like the turbulent emotions of the raging waves.

Great joy!

The sea breeze stirred up by the raging waves kissed Duncan's cheek, and the gentle wind caressed the wound on his chest, as if stopping the bleeding.

Duncan coldly flicked his Necromancer's Gun and calmly said, "Next!"

This man is simply like a ghost or a god.

He was clearly critically injured and on the verge of death, but he just wouldn't die!

"The Undying War God!"

"The Undying War God!"

A cheer erupted from the barbarian camp, with many barbarians roaring excitedly, pounding their chests in fervor, and praising the name of the immortal war god.

Undying Berserk.

Hyjal's expression was solemn. He realized that Duncan had become so powerful in the Undying Frenzy realm. The last time he was able to win, it was because Duncan had let him win and hadn't gone all out. If he were to activate Undying Frenzy now, he could crush him with a single blow.

Prames' face turned ashen. He picked up his golden spear and was about to leave the arena, but someone beside him stopped him.

The four sons of Horus are still alive, and Prames is the heir to the throne; he cannot die easily.

— Unas (Kebusenaf) (God of Funerals) (Death) (Five-Star Gold)!
He simply couldn't believe Duncan hadn't died.

Unas leaped out, drawing his strange twin swords from his waist. His expression as he looked at Duncan was extremely grave; this enemy was ridiculously strong and incredibly resilient.

Neither side showed any courtesy, and they immediately went all out.

Unas's scimitar was like a whirlwind, his attacks extremely fierce, like a tornado in the desert, stirring up sandstorms. He focused on attacking Duncan's lower body, seemingly wanting to cripple Duncan in order to gain a greater advantage.

The two players were evenly matched, but Duncan's injury worsened, and his life was on the verge of collapse.

But now that the health bar is showing a red line, it's time to unleash your ultimate skill.

——Rampage!
—The primal wrath!
—Potential in dire situations!
A visible aura of bloodlust appeared on Duncan's body, but it was actually his surging blood and sweat evaporating together, forming a hazy blood mist.

The heart is pumping.

That's the literal meaning; his heart was like a runaway engine.

The body's potential has exceeded its limits.

Only a barbarian's physique can withstand such abuse; an ordinary person would suffer from adrenaline poisoning just by using Berserk mode.

Roar!
A battle roar, like the roar of a lion, shook the earth and resounded for dozens of miles around.

Duncan's skin had cracked and was bleeding profusely. His blood-red vertical pupils resembled those of a demon from hell. Although his current human form was not quite as good as the first human form, it had already surpassed a certain limit. More importantly, this human form was breaking through the bottleneck entirely by relying on its own pure physical strength.

—“Titan Power (Divine Power)!”

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless people, Duncan's figure underwent some strange changes, almost like a god. The fusion of divinity, legend, and the power of a giant transformed him into a Titan walking the world, unleashing unimaginable primordial power from his desperate potential.

Rumble!
Unas's figure was like a leaf falling in the wind. He couldn't describe how he felt at that moment. The man who should have been seriously injured and died had once again unleashed unparalleled brute force.

He was practically sent flying by a runaway war machine.

Before he could even steady himself...

Duncan roared and hurled the Death Spear in his hand. It was like a blood-red lightning bolt that pierced through Unas's body and pinned him to the distant stone wall.

Unas's figure was thus hung on the stone wall, his entire body pinned to a height of more than ten meters.

This man is terrifying.

Is there no limit to his undead rage?
Is he still alive or not?

Prames's expression was full of horror and fear. Beside him, the last of the four sons of Horus, who had been somewhat eager to fight, hesitated for a moment when he saw how tragically Unas had died. This hesitation immediately caused him to lose his will to fight.

Will he be able to find this loophole?

Could that man, who looks like he could die at any moment, still be alive?

At this moment, Duncan's gaze fell upon them, filled with murderous intent, like an ancient war god. The shadow of death loomed over the many heroes, making none of them dare to utter a sound.

"Pity."

Without hesitation, Duncan withdrew immediately, not even retrieving the Death Shot, because his Desperate Potential and Undying Frenzy could only sustain him to kill one more person.

If the enemy dares not come out to fight, he cannot stay.

The barbarians are howling!

After Duncan crossed the river, thousands of barbarians launched a frenzied attack. They were like a horde of rampaging orcs, forming a mudslide; a torrent was not even an adequate description of their fanaticism.

Big win!

In the final moments of their defeat, Prames and the heroes realized that Duncan was already at his last gasp, but it was too late for regrets, because there was no chance left.

This final burst of power is not something everyone can control.

If he had arrived even a second earlier, he might have been crushed by Duncan in an instant. A Barbarian who is about to die is the most terrifying Barbarian.

In just one day.

The chosen people of the four gods and the embodiment of their will were severely wounded. The killing of the chosen people was no less than the killing of one of their avatars. The advancing barbarian army directly surrounded the Golden City.

This city, with its impregnable walls, finally halted the barbarian advance, leaving them helpless for the time being.

Barbarians have no culture.

They were truly incapable of attacking the city, not to mention that the city walls here were protected by the gods.

Duncan was seriously injured.

Hyjal temporarily assumed command and became the leader who restrained the barbarians.

………………

(End of this chapter)