Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 271 The Wrath of Heaven! Crush Everything!
"You are free."

A strange native language rang out, and Agula raised his head blankly, looking at the open prison door in front of him. At this moment, a shaman dressed as a nomad said to them, "Now go to the square to assemble."

“Talented people can join us, while others will be settled locally and food will be distributed to you.”

Hundreds of prisoners were released one after another.

Some were captured by indigenous tribes, and some by Eastern Rangers. They were all locked up together. Agula mingled in the crowd, looking up at the sun in the sky. He never thought he would have the chance to see the light of day again.

A wave of hunger washed over him, and he smelled the aroma of food.

Those people actually gave them food, real food, food that normal people eat, not the leftovers and swill mixed together like pig feed.

His taste buds could already imagine the sweetness of the corn.

At this moment, Agura turned his head and was quite surprised to find the statue of the corn goddess Jorrani. Hundreds of workers were building a new temple, which was located further forward than before, almost on the side of the Avenue of the Dead, and its scale was far greater than the previous altar.

Why would nomadic peoples of the East build temples to the goddess of corn?

Agula was full of doubts, but eating was more important. After receiving a portion of food, he began to wolf it down. Then, people came one after another to ask about their past identities and experiences. All the farmers were resettled on the spot because they had not received formal training and would be sent to their deaths if they were taken to the battlefield.

However, those with combat experience seemed to have been selected and reorganized into an auxiliary legion.

Soon it was Agula's turn.

The lead archer glanced at him, looking at his rough hands and then at his clothes, before asking one of the men beside him, "Hunter?"

After a brief exchange, Agula was moved to another location, where someone asked him if he was familiar with the surrounding terrain and if he could act as a guide.

Agula wanted to refuse, but in the end he nodded.

Because he heard what was being proclaimed to the people: these nomadic peoples from the East had been summoned by all spirits and the feathered serpent god to save the people of this land and overthrow the brutal rule of the Aztecs.

Quetzalcoatl!
Although this name has gradually disappeared from mythology, people still remember the existence of the feathered serpent god when they think of him. The reason is simple: during the reign of the feathered serpent god, the priests who served him did not demand large-scale blood sacrifices and human sacrifices.

Agula's father died as a sacrifice; he was captured during the War of Glory, his heart was dug out while he was still alive, and then his skin was peeled off and sacrificed.

Agula's brother died as a sacrifice. He was also captured in the Battle of Glory and thrown off the temple pyramid, which was tens of meters high, and was smashed to pieces.

He hates blood sacrifices!
The Aztecs practiced blood sacrifice, but in most cases, they captured people from other tribes as offerings. They only turned on their own people when they ran out of sacrifices. As a result, over the years, it was the nearby city-states and tribes that suffered, and even the allies of the Aztec Kingdom were plunged into misery by the blood sacrifices.

This land has corn, but has a population of less than ten million.

It's easy to imagine that even with the help of corn, the population of a vast subcontinent couldn't grow. Just how many people did the Aztecs sacrifice in their blood sacrifices?

What's most infuriating is their high demands for sacrifices. A single blood sacrifice requires the loss of many civilians, as well as the capture of warriors and high-ranking knights. This has led to the increasing weakness of the nearby indigenous tribes, sometimes even resulting in a shortage of male offspring. In this era, human reproduction was already difficult, and the depletion of the limited population through sacrifices has directly crippled them.

In ancient legends, the feathered serpent god will one day return with his warriors.

Agula thought of the legend and his gaze involuntarily turned to the man on the altar of the distant temple. It was said that he had summoned the will of the feathered serpent god, causing Him to respond to the priests' prayers once again.

Abolish blood sacrifice!
Abolish human sacrifice!

Overthrow Aztec rule! End the cruel sacrifices of the War of Glory!

Cheers erupted.

Agula had clenched his fists without anyone noticing. Alone in this world, he was like a lost soul, unable to find meaning in life. But now, he seemed to have found a reason to live: revenge, to end the rule of the Aztecs.

When the faith in Quetzalcoatl returns to this land, innocent people will no longer be killed as sacrifices.

Fight for Quetzalcoatl!

On the distant Avenue of the Dead, people were distributing weapons and shields to the natives. They would serve as an auxiliary legion to compensate for the lack of infantry among the Eastern nomads. People from the surrounding area enthusiastically joined in, a testament to their faith and their long-standing hatred of human sacrifice and blood sacrifice.

The times will inevitably move forward.

Agula also joined them, and he was chosen as a guide to accompany the Eastern Rangers.

Temple of the Feathered Serpent God.

The shaman from the grasslands returned excitedly, and he said in a deep voice, "We have recruited a thousand warriors here."

"They were willing to help us defeat the Aztecs."

They're just a single city-state tribe, yet they've recruited so many auxiliary infantry. If this fight continues, it'll definitely snowball and grow bigger and bigger.

Duncan nodded slightly.

These auxiliary legions are not very useful; they can only help occupy territory. They are not good at fighting tough battles. We still need the elite cavalry of the nomads.

"But... sir..."

The shaman hesitated, then stammered, "Many tribes' warriors are not very willing to obey your orders."

"They prefer to wait for Krek Khan to recover."

This is due to a lack of prestige.

Although Duncan was known as the one favored by all spirits, he could not win over everyone. There were still people who were unwilling to obey his orders, even with the support of the shamanic priests.

"It's ok."

Duncan's expression remained calm as he said indifferently, "Now they don't have to submit to me."

"But on the battlefield, they will revere me like a god!"

As long as we win.

Everyone would submit to him. Those elite grassland warriors hadn't yet witnessed Duncan's methods, so it was normal for them to be a little unconvinced.

This war is different from the secular wars of the Root World.

Duncan not only has to defeat the Aztec kingdom, but also slay the ancient gods who sacrificed themselves to save the land. In the game's parlance, he's now Kratos, leading the Spartan army to conquer all sides, expanding the religious territory of the ancient Greek pantheon. He not only has to destroy countries and cities, but also cut down the gods there, forcing them to worship the Greek gods in the future.

Fortunately, he had already persuaded Quetzalcoatl, and with Quetzalcoatl's banner in place, the resistance to conquest would be greatly reduced.

Silent all night.

The next day, Duncan led several thousand cavalrymen on the expedition, accompanied by more than a dozen shaman priests. They could not only cast spells, but also change the weather and battlefield to a certain extent, similar to the 'sorcery' in the Three Kingdoms period, which could confuse the enemy troops.

Of course, these shamans were far less skilled in spellcasting than the Yellow Turbans, and the All Souls Cult rarely produced very powerful shaman priests.

Gremont.

When the Aztec Kingdom was established, there were dozens of tribes in the vicinity, as well as large and small city-states, but they were all later annexed by them. Some gradually disappeared due to blood sacrifices and human sacrifices, and in the end, only three allied city-states remained.

Desco and Trapan are the only two remaining allies, and they have been used as blood sacrifices in the past, and now they have become vassal states.

The long blood sacrifice left them extremely weak.

The wind howled.

The will of all spirits was watching the battlefield before them. On a vast plain, Duncan was leading hundreds of vanguard cavalrymen in a crushing defeat of thousands of enemy troops.

Holding a war bow, he drew his bow and shot arrows, killing more than ten men in quick succession, including the enemy general. By the time the enemy was routed, his own side had suffered only a few dozen casualties. The entire battle lasted less than ten minutes—faster than catching thousands of sheep on a plain. The whole battle was as elegant as a work of art!
Duncan, with his godlike perspective fully unleashed, first led the Khan's personal guard in a volley of mounted archery to wipe out the enemy's main force, then seized a weak point and, with just one charge, completely disrupted the enemy's formation, ultimately leaving hundreds of cavalrymen exhausted from the fighting.

When he returned on horseback, the elite nomadic cavalrymen around him looked at him as if he were a celestial being!
An unprecedented victory.

They had never won such a satisfying victory in their lives. All they had to do was follow along and cut down people. They didn't have to think about anything else. They just charged and killed until their hands were sore, and then the enemy was completely routed.

The witch Greya was also shocked. She hadn't expected that Duncan's cavalry would achieve even more impressive results than when he led the barbarian elites.

However, after being by Duncan's side for so long, she had actually become a bit numb.

This man has too many secrets.

Just as Duncan said, with just one victory, these Eastern nomads would revere him like a god. When Duncan rode his black steed back to camp, all the elite steppe warriors along the way bowed their heads and completely submitted to his terrifying power.

That power, like that of a god of war, a god of war, or a master of soldiers in mythology, made their way of referring to Duncan somewhat subtle, perhaps because they had been to the East.

Battles and wars.

Unlike his experience with the barbarians, Duncan earned the titles of God of War and God of War in a single battle. The barbarians' God of War referred more to his terrifying personal strength, while the Eastern nomads' God of War was one who was invincible in military affairs.

In just a few days, Duncan destroyed the city of Desco. When he swung his grandfather's battle axe and cleaved the city gate in two, all the nomads from the East behind him went mad.

The Torgut tribe was inherently warlike, and their commander was so brave and his command was like that of a military god, it was as if he had a cheat code.

On local battlefields, a mere one or two hundred cavalrymen, led by a dozen or so guards of the steppe Khan, dared to charge head-on against more than a thousand enemies, and they even won. Without Duncan's personal command, their high morale meant they captured nearly a thousand enemies with only a few casualties.

A city-state with a population of one million quickly fell!
Before the news could reach the Aztec capital, another message soon arrived: the nomads of the East had destroyed their sacred site. Legend has it that at midnight, a figure engulfed in flames appeared, followed by what seemed like a vast army on the horizon, which swept into the temple's sacred site like a mirage.

When everything finally calmed down, the magnificent statues inside the temple collapsed with a crash.

fast!
Fast as lightning.

The news spread far slower than Duncan's advance. By the time the news reached the Aztec capital, and Montema II urgently summoned his army, Duncan had already reached another strategically important location, the capital of Trapan, at the crossroads of the subcontinent.

War rages.

The battle on a secular level is, in effect, over.

Because Duncan's elite Khan's Guard had already breached the city gates, only some finishing touches remained, but the real battle, which transcended the realm of reality, had only just begun.

Dimensional space.

On the projected screen, everything in front of him was separated from reality; the temple in front of Duncan overlapped with the real space, as if he had entered another country.

—Titracavan (God of War) (Enslaver) (Mocker) (Bloody Skull Mark)!

This is one of the faces of a deity.

His true form is Tezkatripok, a god who governs war.

At the edge of Duncan's vision, a majestic figure appeared, black-bodied, black-faced, with a yellow headband, wearing a mirror as feet, and carrying arrows, a shield, and a spear. When he beat the drum and sang, all those nearby who heard him were captivated and couldn't help but start dancing.

Legend has it that before the king of this land ascends the throne, there is a complicated ritual in which he must pray naked before the statue of the god Tezkat Riboka for one night. This ritual is known as "The Flute of Tezkat Riboka".

"What the hell."

With a battle roar, Duncan unleashed his Primal Frenzy, unleashing the divine power of all spirits from the heavens. His figure gradually transformed into a colossal giant over ten meters tall.

Mythological form.

—Quinn Minsk (Human Form) (Divine Power) (Divine Grace) (Protection of All Spirits) (Wrath of the Heavens) (Golden Skull Mark)!

As Duncan raised his Necromancer's Spear, a vast army of thousands of elite cavalrymen emerged behind him. These were the souls of warriors who had converted to the All Souls faith; they had not yet been transformed into supplicants, but rather existed in a form similar to heroic spirits.

"Crush them!"

Duncan's steed seemed to grow dragon scales as if from a myth. Countless elite cavalrymen, like heavy hammers falling from the sky, like the wrath of the gods and the heavens, crushed everything in their path. All the souls that appeared on the road to the dead, whether they were priests serving the gods, mortals sacrificed in blood, or servants of the gods standing before the temple, were all trampled into mincemeat by the mighty steppe cavalry.

Cool!
No wonder Attila the Scourge of God didn't take the Norse gods' beliefs seriously at all, and no wonder he never stopped his journey as he felled mountains, destroyed temples, and ravaged sacred sites.

So cool!
This was the first time Duncan had fought such a well-funded battle.

He led tens of thousands of cavalrymen into battle. These were the heroic souls of the grasslands who had died in battle and had become one with all the spirits. If in the future all the spirits were to transform into gods of faith and assemble divine positions with the will of the heavens, then these heroic souls of the grasslands would become the supplicants of the divine kingdom.

It is highly likely that the divine kingdom of all spirits is also a boundless and vast grassland with countless herds of horses, allowing these fallen grassland warriors to roam freely.

A torrent of steel swept away everything!
The power of all spirits was poured into Duncan's body without any hesitation. Although no divine artifact was bestowed upon him, the Necromancer's Spear in his hand had already condensed into a long spear of lightning interwoven with blood and gold.

They are poor and have no magical artifacts in legends, but they can achieve miracles through sheer force, and their divine power is by no means weak.

If we really have to compare them, the pool of all spirits' power is slightly stronger than Odin's, but it's very dispersed.

—"Wrath of the Heavens [Transcendent Divine Power]: All spirits are one with you! Their divine power is your divine power. As long as the faith of all spirits has not been exhausted, your mana and divine power bars will be continuously restored. In the state of Wrath of the Heavens, you are regarded as the sole representative of the faith of all spirits in the mortal world, the chosen one of the chosen ones of the gods."

(The human form can activate the mythical form at any time.)
(The human form attains a status of universal faith, equivalent to a deity of moderate divine power.)
(Under certain circumstances, you can invoke the power of all spirits to transform the wrath of the heavens into extraordinary divine power—the descent of a god. In the Eastern world, this transforms into supernatural powers that resemble the laws of heaven and earth.)
(The power of all spirits can permeate the Eastern derivative world.)
The wrath of the heavens!
Crush everything!
In dimensional space, the divine power stripes on the projected page remained perfectly still, and no matter how Duncan used them, they were instantly replenished.

—"Heroic Spirits of the Grasslands [Transcendent Divine Power]: When facing a god-level being, you can summon the heroic spirits of the grasslands who died in battle. You can summon as many as you want. As long as the followers of all spirits have not perished, they will answer your call and destroy all holy realms and divine kingdoms that block the progress of all spirits."

Go all in at once.

The Faith of All Souls has accumulated its resources in this world over hundreds of years. From the birth of the will of the heavens to the return of the nomads from the east, the divine power and heroic spirits that All Souls have gathered over these hundreds of years have all been put on the table, and all of them are under the control of Duncan.

"If this doesn't kill the Sun God!"

"I've let down the huge bet that Wanling placed!"

Rumble.

Razer goes berserk! The world collapses!
The instant Duncan clashed with the enemy, even the space on the projection screen cracked. All spirits roared and howled; they had lost far too many times.

This time, even if it means risking everything!
They want to win this time too!
Aztec gods, behold the wrath of the heavens!

Click.

Spatial rifts appeared one after another. As Duncan led the mighty grassland heroes to shatter the temple, countless rifts also appeared in the holy realm before them. In the end, everything collapsed with a roar. The phantoms of all spirits cheered like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing. Countless phantoms of souls, like the army of the dead in the Battle of Gangzer in Lord of the Rings, devoured everything in front of them, and even gnawed on the remains of the gods and their messengers.

The will of Heaven has descended, and the old gods and blood gods of this land will be buried!

Rumble.

As the Sanctuary was trampled by countless heroic souls of the grasslands, Duncan pulled the Necromancer's Spear from the remains of the gods. In the real world, the majestic temple pyramid, tens of meters high, also collapsed with a roar. The inner and outer worlds of the Sanctuary crumbled together, and the statues belonging to Tezkatrico Ripoka on this land began to shatter.

Just as they shattered the temples and sanctuaries of the Sarmatians back then, they will shatter the temples and sanctuaries of the Aztecs this time.

Duncan has everything Attila the Scourge of God had, and he has given even more from the All Spirits!
Not to mention the Aztec gods.

Even if a monotheistic religion were here, with God's angels descending, all spirits would dare to confront it head-on.

They dared to charge into Norse mythology and Rome with the hero card Attila, sweeping across the faiths of Eurasia. Now, with the SSS-level Immortal card Duncan in hand, even against the most powerful sun god—Aman, the All Spirits dare to charge straight in and unleash their ultimate power.

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(End of this chapter)