Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 267 Parting Ways! Borrowing the Power of Heaven to Sweep Away the World
Duncan felt the current situation was very delicate.

It wasn't that he had absolutely no chance of breaching the Golden City, but rather that the attitude of the raging gods was ambiguous; not everyone wanted to start a full-scale war, because a war between the gods would be too large-scale. After the assembled barbarian armies surrounded the Golden City, some began to plunder the surrounding area. It's impossible to go out all that way to fight without taking some spoils.

"It seems that after winning a few matches, these guys stopped putting in as much effort."

Duncan's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

These barbarians were ultimately just a motley crew. The various barbarian tribes served different gods, and there was no real barbarian king to rule them. As soon as the priests of the gods wavered even slightly, the chieftains and warriors of those tribes would begin to hesitate.

Kratos had the Spartan army fighting alongside him to the very end, even at the ends of the earth, even after Sparta fell. His army never wavered, and even dared to draw their swords against the gods.

But Duncan didn't have such an army; he was only a nominal military commander.

under night.

The figure of the witch Greya quietly appeared. She came to Duncan's side and said slowly, "They may be going to make peace."

"The priests of the raging gods have recently made some moves."

Duncan nodded expressionlessly. He had already guessed this, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Oman God.

This deity is extremely powerful; even the chief gods of the Wrathful Gods might not be able to defeat this mighty sun god without their personal intervention.

To put it bluntly, Duncan had no say in this war from beginning to end.

Even though he was blessed by the goddess of the raging waves.

The raging gods are not the extremely weak Avalon faith. Duncan is the one who has supported the Avalon fairies. They will stand firmly behind Duncan, sharing his glory and his loss, even at the cost of going to war with other pantheons.

But the raging gods wouldn't. They were already very powerful, and when it came to a battle between the gods, their first consideration was their own gains and losses.

Among the raging gods, only Lady Raging Waves would likely strongly support him, but that wouldn't change the overall situation.

Duncan's foundation cannot shake the faith of the gods.

The witch Greya stared at the silent Duncan. Beneath the man's calm exterior lay a turbulent undercurrent. If they were to negotiate now, Duncan would suffer the greatest loss. He might miss an opportunity to become king, or even be promoted to demigod.

The warriors who fought for the raging gods have now been placed outside the chessboard by the raging gods for their own benefit.

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "The raging gods will definitely find a way to compensate you."

"But I estimate that you will be removed from your position as military commander in a few days."

really.

The next day, many barbarian chieftains and priests united and, citing Duncan's serious injury, nominated others to be the new military commanders.

Haijal was furious because he was the one who was nominated, while he thought Duncan was more suitable.

But in the end he agreed.

Because Duncan told him that he was the most suitable candidate now.

It seems that this siege is unlikely to break out.

A direct assault would result in too many casualties, and the raging gods had already taken a big bite out of them; they wanted to digest their meal first.

Although Duncan is recovering from injury, news about him has never stopped.

In a very short time, the faith of the raging gods spread to the Thebit River Valley, and the Oceanid who had a close relationship with Duncan was directly promoted to a formal river goddess, and even had shrines and temples in the nearby tribal kingdoms.

This is Ms. Nutao's compensation.

She seemed to feel a pang of guilt, and the sea breeze that blew by was no longer as it used to be, as if the raging waves were gently caressing Duncan's face.

The faith of the Lady of the Raging Waves gradually spread along the coastline.

The other raging gods also extended their faith beyond the barbarian tribes. Some of the barbarians migrated to the northern and southern borders. The barbarians who left the Great Snow Mountain became local semi-nomadic fishing and hunting tribes and began to establish some smaller states.

"The lady is willing to support you in becoming the king of the barbarian tribes of the northern ice plains!"

The whispers of the sea nymph echoed in Duncan's ears. She coiled around him like a beautiful serpent, her body trembling slightly as she embraced him and murmured, "You will become the barbarian king who rules the northern ice plains."

"All the coastal nations must submit to your rule."

"The vast sea is also your territory."

Duncan remained silent, and his silence spurred the alluring sea sprite to serve him even more diligently, but Duncan remained silent, his silence representing his attitude.

He wouldn't directly disrespect the raging gods, but his silence already showed his stance.

The human host's last wish has been fulfilled.

He can now completely break free from Hyjal, and even the raging gods cannot ignore his existence.

The sea nymph whispered, "This is just a compromise between us."

"The City of Gold will also compensate you. Soon a beautiful princess will be sent to your tent, and the children you have with her may one day become the Golden King who rules this land."

Duncan slowly said, "I will obey the lady's oracle."

"But this is simply out of respect for Ms. Nutao."

He was about to part ways with the raging gods.

To seize his military power at such a critical moment and skip his negotiations—in short, this scoundrel is not worth planning with. The raging gods are truly a disorganized mess; no wonder they have been living in the bitter cold of the north for thousands of years.

Under the quiet night sky.

A group of messengers from the City of Gold arrived at the camp, followed by a small group of servants who quietly carried a magnificent blanket into Duncan's tent.

Inside that expensive Persian carpet was an extremely beautiful woman, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a graceful figure, and adorned with expensive jewelry.

She reminded Duncan of the legendary Cleopatra.

Princess Cleopa (High Priestess) (Witch) (Favored One of Isis) (Five-Star Gold)!

The beautiful woman, who resembled Cleopatra, slowly rose. She gazed at Duncan before her, seemingly quite pleased with his heroic bearing. She gracefully and calmly sat down beside him, poured him a glass of wine, and said softly, "You seem very angry, as if you've been abandoned."

Duncan was also somewhat surprised by the other party's beauty and strength. Such a person should not be here. He thought that an ordinary princess would be sent.

But unexpectedly, it was the eldest princess of the Golden King who came.

Duncan took the glass and drank it all in one gulp, then slowly said, "You shouldn't be here, Princess Cleopa."

Princess Cleopa chuckled and said, "I asked for it myself."

She sat down beside Duncan with her alluring figure, gently stroking his muscular physique, and softly asked, "Are you satisfied with me?"

Princess Cleopatra was very confident; her beauty far surpassed that of others.

Duncan said calmly, "A very good toy."

“But you came here not just to be a plaything of a barbarian.”

Princess Cleopas wasn't angry at all when Duncan described her as a plaything. She was very shrewd and elegantly chuckled, "I heard you have a woman, a vulgar female pirate?"

"You conquered the coastal island nations to support her becoming the Pirate Queen?"

"I can also be your woman."

"It belongs to you alone."

"Whether in the past or now, you are my only man."

Her slender, jade-like fingers gently stroked Duncan's cheek as she breathed softly, "I don't ask for much, just that you support me in becoming the Queen of the Golden Kingdom."

"And all of this will be handed over to our descendants in the future."

It was a very good deal.

You can get a stunningly beautiful woman for free, and your descendants can inherit a country.

But Duncan slowly shook his head and said, "I will not become the king of the barbarians, at least not for the time being. Everything you want will probably take a long time."

Duncan refused to become king of the barbarian tribes of the North Pole.

He cannot remain the henchman of the raging gods forever.

Upon hearing Duncan's words, Princess Cleopa was taken aback. If Duncan did not have a powerful barbarian army under his command, his value would be greatly reduced, and this might even anger the raging gods, causing him to lose their favor.

In this way, Duncan's value lies solely in himself, in his powerful strength.

Princess Cleopa gritted her teeth and slowly said, "How long do I have to wait?"

She can wait.

She had heard of Duncan's exploits and knew that this man had killed four chosen ones in a single day; he was unlike any other barbarian.

Duncan finally turned his head to seriously examine the alluring beauty before him. He reached out and lifted Princess Cleopas's chin, admiring her complexion as if she were a fine plaything, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know."

"It could be soon, or it could take a long time."

You can leave here at any time.

The tent was deathly silent.

Princess Cleopa hesitated. It was a difficult decision, meaning she was betting everything on this man, rather than the barbarian army behind him and the powerful, raging gods.

After a long while, she embraced Duncan, placed his hand on her heart, and sighed softly, "I don't know what you're going to do."

"But you seem to be unlike any other man I've ever met."

"Only a strong person like you can make me submit."

“I’ll wait for you.” Princess Cleopa decided to take a gamble. She didn’t believe that a man who was willing to give up the throne promised by the gods would remain silent forever. When he returned, he might give her a great surprise.

Duncan finally showed a hint of surprise. Without hesitation, he picked up Princess Cleopas in his arms.

Even the gods sat down to negotiate, yet this woman dared to place such a heavy bet.

She was even bolder than Anya.

Silent all night.

At dawn the next day, after seeing Princess Cleopas off, Duncan stretched and walked out of the tent.

The witch Greya's gaze swept over Duncan's scratches, and she teased, "Looks like you're quite satisfied with this gift?"

Duncan nodded and said calmly, "She is indeed a rare beauty."

"I am very satisfied."

Princess Cleopas's alluring beauty and submissive nature, reminiscent of an Egyptian slave, far surpassed that of others. She would do her utmost to fulfill any request Duncan made, like a gentle spring pond.

Upon hearing this, the witch Greya raised an eyebrow and said, "Then why not stay?"

Duncan smiled.

He rose, picked up his grandfather's heavy battle axe, gripped the Necromancer's Spear, and, with simple luggage in hand, said, "Let's go."

"Let's find our own path."

Our own path.

Upon hearing this, the witch Greya trembled slightly. She had waited so long, and finally this man had chosen to take this step.

As long as he remains in the shadow of the raging gods, he will never have the chance to truly ascend to godhood.

Those who aspire to godhood cannot be subservient to anyone.

The beautiful witch followed Duncan's footsteps, her expression slightly hesitant, and said softly, "Are you just leaving like this? I thought you would say goodbye to the others."

Duncan shook his head nonchalantly and said, "No need."

"It will only add to the sadness."

"Those who are still alive have gained glory, benefits, and everything they wanted."

The barbarians have gained glory.

The female pirate Annie Potter will become the queen of the coastal island nations. After converting to Lady Rage, she will be able to live well even without Duncan's protection.

It's impossible for her to abandon everything and follow Duncan.

She loves the sea.

Duncan has settled things with the raging gods.

He fulfilled the last wish of his human form and owed nothing to the raging gods. As a top-tier fighter, everything about him was impeccable, and no one could criticize him.

it's here.

Only Greya, the witch who was pursuing the path to godhood, could disregard everything and abandon everything to follow Duncan, because she wanted the greatest.

Once this step is taken, neither she nor Duncan has any way back.

When we met again.

Even when facing the gods, they had to sit at a table to speak.

The witch Greya's expression was more joyful than ever before. She had never asked for anything, and now she had received the best of everything.

A steadfast ally on the path to godhood.

In the soft light of dawn.

Duncan, carrying his grandfather's battle axe and simple luggage, followed by a witch, gradually disappeared into the distance.

He slaughtered so many people for the raging gods, yet he received no divine artifacts in return. All that accompanied him was his dwarf grandfather's battle axe and the Necromancer's Spear, which he had risked his life to retrieve from his enemies.

"Let's go."

"If you're tired, you can sit on my shoulders."

Duncan gave a carefree laugh, which made Greya, who was standing next to him, cover her mouth and chuckle. She then quickly jogged to catch up with him.

The warm sunshine falls on the earth.

Upon learning of Duncan's departure, Crete, Ugal, Tamblin, and the others immediately became restless. They wanted to go find Duncan, but Hyjal remained silent for a long time. He calmed the barbarians down and finally said slowly, "Since he has chosen to leave alone, he doesn't want us to follow."

"His departure was also for glory."

Too many of the barbarians who came out back then have died.

These few surviving barbarians, having gained glory, can return home in triumph, and perhaps even become the chieftain of a tribe, or even a minor king of the North.

Duncan was glad they were alive.

After calming down the barbarians, Hyjal stood alone on the edge of the cliff, gazing in the direction Duncan had gone, lost in thought, deep in the longest period of contemplation he had ever experienced.

"Quinn, are you defying the will of the raging gods?"

"You've taught me another lesson."

Everything here has nothing to do with Duncan anymore.

Even the raging gods did not expect Duncan's behavior to be so extreme. Even the sea breeze stirred up by the Lady of the Raging Waves carried a hint of sorrow. She did not expect Duncan to be so ruthless, leaving without any chance of turning back.

One of the most powerful henchmen in the history of the raging gods has departed alone.

Lady Raging Waves conquered vast oceans and gained faith in coastal island nations and the Gold Coast region, but she also lost a follower. In the final moments, she compromised with the gods. As the god who had favored Duncan, she should have held on until the very end.

If she doesn't support the chosen one at this time, how can she remain a big shot?

She got the biggest slice of cake, but she also lost something more important than the cake.

The man walked away without looking back, without any hesitation.

The howling sea wind reflected Ms. Raging Waves' feelings; she felt she had lost something very important.

The other raging gods were happy to see this happen, because as long as Duncan was still alive, the balance within the raging pantheon would be broken. If Duncan really went to the northern ice plains to become the barbarian king, he might one day unify the many barbarian tribes.

The gods and humans temporarily restored the balance, but this fragile balance could not last long.

On a warship.

When Annie Porter heard the news that Duncan had left alone, her glass fell to the ground. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with sorrow, and murmured, "What a heartless man!"

"Don't you trust me at all?"

But would she give up everything she has and follow Duncan?

The answer is no.

The beautiful female pirate remained silent for a long time, composed herself, set sail, and prepared to ascend to her rightful throne.

Pirates shouldn't be involved in romance.

Duncan had given her everything she wanted, and if that man wanted to leave, he wouldn't make things difficult for her. He simply waved his sleeve and left gracefully.

The howling sea breeze sounded like a wronged woman, and even the beautiful female pirate couldn't help but feel the same way.

Ms. Nutao may have regretted it.

Or perhaps she already regretted it when Duncan resolutely left.

She never expected that man to be so tough!
The wind of the grasslands.

They are cheering.

As Duncan's figure departed from the cities and states of the Gold Coast, the winds of the grasslands somehow arrived, gently caressing Duncan's face as if in delight, or perhaps as if encountering an old rival and a reliable ally.

They had faced Duncan and knew how strong that man was.

Emperor Augustus, King of Kings, a one-man army of four weaklings, overpowered the monotheistic religion, his record is verifiable!
A mark quietly appeared.

—"Heaven's Watch (Protection of All Spirits): The will of all spirits is watching you; they cheer for you, they rejoice for you; they await your arrival and yearn to fight alongside you to conquer all enemies."

In the name of Heaven, let us pacify the world!

All spirits await your arrival; the winds of the grasslands carry their hopes—they are waiting for you.

—"Suris's Favor (Athena's Face): The goddess Suris has established a church in the Storm Islands. She stands firmly by your side and awaits your return."

Let the ancient Greek gods regain their glory!!!

The faces of the ancient Greek gods await your summons; when you erect their statues and altars, their incarnations will descend upon this place.

A new storm is brewing.

A pawn in the hands of the raging gods is not as obedient as they imagined.

This time.

The biggest winner is Ms. Nutao, and the biggest loser is also Ms. Nutao.

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(End of this chapter)