Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 272 The Holy Domain is Broken! Gods are Annihilated!

Chapter 272 The Holy Domain is Broken! Gods are Annihilated!
too weak!
It's really too weak!

As the thunderous sound of galloping hooves rang out, and Duncan led hundreds of Khan's personal guards back, all the nomads of the Torgut tribes along the way bowed their heads. Many steppe warriors also knelt on one knee to express their truest respect for the strong. Some natives even prostrated themselves on the ground, as if they were worshipping an emperor, a vast expanse of them kneeling down.

With less than a thousand elite vanguard troops from the grasslands, Duncan annihilated two kingdoms in just a few days, conquering these city-states with populations of over a million.

You'd never know how ridiculously strong this man was until you went to the battlefield!

The witch Greya was already numb. She rode a magnificent white horse, wearing a crown inlaid with dazzling jewels, and a huge ruby in her snow-white cleavage, which could be described as priceless. All of this was casually given to her by Duncan.

Even if she were a legendary witch in the South, she wouldn't have so much gold and silver jewelry around her.

"Bring it up!"

Duncan reined in his horse and looked at the nomads before him, the Torgut tribe from the east. They were quite different from the Torgut in the Origin World, but they were equally brave. In the Origin World, the Torgut were recruited as assault cavalry, used to directly charge infantry formations.

This is a job that people who are afraid of dying can't do.

One carriage after another was pulled up, and the surrounding crowd gasped in amazement. Under the sunlight, it looked as if they were seeing a mountain of gold, and they couldn't help but stare in disbelief.

gold.

Heaps and piles of gold.

All of them together could almost fill a room, and next to them were mountains of silver, which could probably also fill a room.

This land is rich in gold.

Duncan collected all the spoils of war with a tough and ruthless approach. He used the military system of the Roman Empire, where anyone who dared to steal would be killed. After the war, everyone would share the spoils together.

The tent in front was lifted, revealing the figure of Kereit Khan. He was shocked to see the mountain of gold before him and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I never imagined this place would be richer than the desert countries!

He had recovered considerably from his illness, and several sons were by his side. His eldest son, Bokreik, rode alongside Duncan, his expression no longer that of a Khan's son, but more like that man's Khan's personal guard.

This shows that he has already submitted to Duncan's prowess, and he even saw some scenes of Duncan leading the grassland heroes to fight against the native gods.

All the spirits also favored him, allowing him to see what he was supposed to see, so as to avoid some trouble.

The eldest son of the Kereit Khan personally led Duncan's horse!

The elders of the Torgut tribe changed their expressions slightly, and the other sons of the Khan were also shocked. Their elder brother was always arrogant and called himself a true warrior on the grassland. It was easy to imagine how difficult it would be to get him to take the lead in his horse. Who knows what he had been through.

It's going to change!

With just one war, Duncan possessed the power to seize control of the Torgut tribe at any time.

Many people were worried, but when they saw the gold, they became greedy again, because the grasslands had never seen such a fierce person before. The nearby nomads were eager to join, and many were very regretful. If they had known there would be so much spoils and so much gold, they would have risked their lives to go on the expedition with this man.

"Krei Khan".

Duncan dismounted, bowed slightly, and nodded in respect.

Upon seeing him gesture, Kereit Khan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to embrace him, saying warmly, "Brother, it seems you've brought back some incredible spoils for us."

Duncan gestured to the side, and Kreik Khan's eldest son, looking excited, clapped his hands behind him.

Soon, box after box of gold was brought up.

The tents in front of us were piled up directly.

It looked like a mountain of gold.

Duncan took a map from his attendant and said in a deep voice, "This gold, these jewels, and the land captured on this map are all for you!"

At this point, Duncan had completely turned the tables.

He delivered most of the spoils to Kereit Khan's tent. The mountain of gold attracted a crowd of onlookers. Even his daughters couldn't help but run out, their eyes shining brightly as they looked at the gold and silver treasures scattered on the ground and gazed up at the man, asking others about his legendary feats of bravery.

According to the warriors of the Torgut tribe, he led only two hundred vanguard troops and defeated tens of thousands of enemy soldiers, driving them away like cattle and sheep, with fleeing enemies covering the mountains and plains.

This is practically a myth.

Looking at the generous gift Duncan had given him, Krek Khan opened the map, gazing at the vast territory marked with grasslands and horse pastures. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you've presented me with such a precious gift."

"I don't know how to repay you."

"what do you want?"

This gift is too heavy.

Duncan gave him the territory of a country, and he could even directly ascend to the throne as king.

"I want these warriors of the grasslands."

Duncan pointed to the steppe cavalry behind him. They came from the Torgut tribe, which was the majority of Kereit Khan's wealth. Now they were Duncan's blind followers, and Duncan wanted to take them away with a legitimate reason.

He wanted to exchange the territory of a country and the gold of a country for these thousand elite grassland soldiers.

From then on, he also became one of the Khans of the nomadic peoples.

He would never submit to anyone.

Duncan could have simply stolen it, but he chose the most peaceful way to trade, and Kreik Khan surely understood his meaning.

The entire tent was deathly silent.

Meanwhile, cheers erupted outside, as Duncan ordered one-fifth of the spoils to be distributed among the nomadic Torgut tribe, another portion to the elite steppe warriors who had followed him in battle, the largest share to Kereit Khan, and he himself took nothing.

He only wanted this cavalry unit from the steppes, the personal guard of the Torgut Khan.

Kreik Khan pondered for a long time before finally raising his head. He didn't answer Duncan, but instead looked at his eldest son, Bokreik, who was guarding Duncan. He asked incredulously, "And you?"

“Bokrei? My son.”

"Are you also going to follow him and leave to establish a new tribe?"

Those around were shocked, while Kereit Khan's other sons looked on incredulously, knowing that the eldest son had the highest right of succession.

Bokre was a burly steppe warrior. Without the slightest hesitation, he said in a deep voice, "I am now the chieftain's Khan's personal guard, and I am willing to follow him and leave."

His words implied a willingness to give up everything here and relinquish his right to inherit the tribe.

He firmly believes that following Duncan will bring him greater rewards in the future.

Duncan not only took away his Khan's personal guard, but also his two most valued sons. No, that is, behind the Khan's personal guard was his son with a concubine, who was ranked sixteenth.

Kereit Khan finally sighed and said, "Then let's go."

"An eagle from the grasslands will never be confined to one place."

“From this day forward, the Torgut tribe will forever be your ally, but I have one condition.”

Duncan said slowly, "Please speak."

Kereit Khan stared at the man before him and said in a deep voice, "You must marry one of my daughters, even if it's just as a concubine."

"I will provide two of the most beautiful girls in the entire tribe as part of my dowry."

His eldest daughters are all married, and the oldest of them is currently eleven years old, so he needs to select young women to accompany him in his dowry.

The important thing here is not the people, but the blood ties and alliances formed through marriage.

Duncan nodded slowly; he understood the rules of the grasslands.

As soon as the two leaders made their decision, cheers erupted throughout the Torgut tribe.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Greya witnessed firsthand how this man, in just half a month, went from having nothing to becoming one of the leaders of the grassland tribe.

He was so generous it was almost superhuman; even she was nearly overwhelmed by the gold.

Can't wait any longer!
While waiting, I won't even get a sip of soup.

The night is getting darker.

After the celebratory ceremony, Greya dressed herself up carefully and quietly slipped into Duncan's tent. The Khan's guards outside glanced at her and then looked away, and everyone assumed that the beautiful witch was Duncan's concubine.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over. As soon as Greya entered the tent, she was lifted up by the waist and stripped naked. Although she was a powerful witch, she was like a trembling lamb at this moment, and could only let the man holding her knead her body with his large hands.

Greya took a deep breath and silently cast a spell to strengthen her body. She was ready to face the storm, as she was tossed about in mid-air with one hand supporting her.

The night passed quickly.

At dawn the next day, Duncan summoned his elite cavalry and notified the Kreik Khan to attack southwest, creating the illusion that he wanted to conquer the Aztec allies first. He himself led eight hundred elite troops on a long-distance raid to finish the job in one battle and attack the Aztec capital.

The enemies here are too weak!

Duncan now understands why, in the Root world, the Spanish could conquer the Inca Empire with 168 men and destroy the Aztec Empire with 600 men. Although they had the advantage of favorable timing, location, and some strategic support, it also proves that they were indeed an indigenous civilization.

It's important to understand that they were using matchlock guns back then, and their power was questionable. The fighting strength of the entire Native American civilization was only enough to fight against the indigenous people of the Dark Ages.

Mongolian steppe warriors versus Native Americans.

Duncan didn't even know how he lost.

He personally led the Khan's personal guards on a thousand-mile raid, one man and two horses, traversing the vast plains of the subcontinent. Near the Picano River, they encountered an army that was on its way to support the Allies. Duncan's figure was like a god of war descending to earth. His eight hundred cavalrymen were unstoppable. With just one charge, they routed an enemy force of ten to twenty thousand men. After beheading the enemy general, the mountains and plains were filled with fleeing natives.

At this time, there was also good news from Kereit Khan's side: the warriors of the Torgut tribe launched a multi-pronged attack and quickly conquered the surrounding tribes.

Eight hundred men defeated an army of thirty thousand.

The next day.

Within the Aztec kingdom, Duncan split his forces into two groups, seizing the fords of the Picano River. Bocrei, leading two hundred cavalry, decisively defeated thousands of enemy soldiers, completely crushing an army attempting to reinforce nearby allies. Only then did the Aztec King Montema I hastily realize that the enemy had already penetrated into the heart of their kingdom.

A large number of commoners defected during the battle, and Duncan's army grew larger and larger. With the addition of his auxiliary troops, it expanded from eight hundred to tens of thousands. However, these tens of thousands of people were mostly from the lower classes, and their fighting ability was at most at the level of waving flags and shouting slogans.

Duncan led his elite cavalry on a triumphant advance, conquering the cities of Picano, Termont, and the Bertal tribe in succession. He won six battles in a row, all of which were great victories. By the time the enemy hurriedly returned to intercept him, he had already advanced all the way to the walls of Tenoch, the capital of the Aztecs.

"what?"

"The enemy has fewer than eight hundred men?!"

Montema II's expression was a mixture of disbelief and barely concealed excitement. He immediately slammed his hand on the table and stood up, declaring, "Summon the legions! I will personally defeat this formidable enemy!"

He intends to personally lead the army into battle.

The Aztec capital could easily be surrounded by an army of fifty to sixty thousand men, plus the priesthood within the city and the surrounding tribes with a population of over a million. They could drown them all with a single spit.

the next day.

Montema II then assembled an army of 60,000, claiming to be 150,000, and the mighty army gathered on the plains outside Tenoch, where they clashed head-on with the elite steppe troops who had marched thousands of miles.

"Crush them!"

Duncan then saw the densely packed enemy ahead. Without hesitation, he raised the Necromancer's Spear and led the Khan's personal guards in an attack.

These hundreds of elite troops were armed to the teeth, with equipment comparable to the Mongol cavalry of later generations.

A hail of arrows fell.

Duncan drew his bow and shot an enemy warrior off his horse. The Khan's guards behind him followed suit, firing arrows in succession. After several volleys of arrows, Duncan charged forward on horseback, like a god descending to earth, sending the enemies in front of him flying. Only the severed limbs of more than ten people could be seen flying in mid-air. Before they even landed, he had already charged into the enemy ranks. Fear spread like the air, making it hard to breathe. Before the enemy could regroup, the mighty steppe cavalry had already swept over them like a torrent.

Big break!

Defeated!

When Montema II arrived at the camp, he heard a shocking piece of news: his vanguard of 6,000 men had been completely routed in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Your Highness, something terrible has happened."

"The enemy is attacking!!!"

A servant rushed over, and Montema II rose in alarm, muttering, "How is this possible? Are my entire army just for show?"

Rumble!
A thunderous sound of galloping hooves rang out.

When he stepped out of his tent and looked into the distance, he only saw billowing smoke and dust rising, and for a moment he had no idea how many enemies there were.

Duncan's elite troops numbered less than eight hundred, but the auxiliary troops he recruited along the way numbered in the thousands. Although they were somewhat outmatched by the cavalry, they were quite competent at waving flags and shouting to boost morale, and at first glance, they seemed to be an army of tens of thousands.

"Quickly, go and summon the High Priest!"

Montema II's expression changed drastically. He ordered his attendants to summon the priesthood, while he himself returned to the capital under the escort of the royal guards.

The enemy is too fierce!
They treated his 100,000-strong army as if it were nothing.

Soon, a group of priests rushed over from afar. The high priest at the head ordered the prisoners to be sacrificed, while he himself ascended the altar to pray for the power of the Aztec gods.

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted.

A howling wind of curses surged toward Duncan along with the blood sacrifice, followed by a black arrow, condensed from divine power, covered in curses and poison, which, like a fleeting flash of light, struck Duncan, who was unleashing his full power amidst the enemy ranks.

All spirits trembled!
All spirits are roaring!

They roared and coalesced, and in a dimension invisible to the naked eye, countless heroic souls of the grasslands emerged from the sky. They seemed to be riding celestial horses, roaring as they stormed into the sacred realm of the Aztec gods.

—White Horse God (All Spirits Face).

The wind is gathering.

Duncan instantly sensed something amiss. Before he could react, a fierce storm swept across the battlefield, with countless winds converging to form a tempest, which then transformed into a swirling tornado that shielded Duncan's figure in the center. The tornado that followed him then coalesced into a divine outline, a blurry, visible phantom.

—The protection of Quetzalcoatl!
boom!
A phantom of the feathered serpent god with wingspans of tens of meters appeared. Unlike everything that was previously invisible to the naked eye, this time it truly condensed into a blurry outline that could be seen with the naked eye. Its enormous body coiled above Duncan, and then its pure white wings protected him, like two shields, directly neutralizing the spell cast by the Aztec priest with blood sacrifice.

"Quetzalcoatl!"

"It's Quetzalcoatl!!!"

The Aztec army was thrown into chaos, with many people falling to their knees. Even the fleeing Montema II couldn't help but turn back to glance at the distant phantom of the feathered serpent god.

He has returned.

In ancient mythology, when the feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl returns, he will end everything in this land and establish a new dynasty.

At some point, the figure of the corn goddess, Jorani, also appeared.

She followed Duncan in her avatar, like a female bodyguard, guarding against any schemes that didn't belong to the real world.

The wrath of the heavens!
All spirits are going berserk.

In countless forms of spirits, they created a torrent that overwhelmed everything, directly crossing the battlefield of reality and invading the sacred domain of the Aztec gods.

These are their chosen ones, the chosen ones of the chosen ones!
This time, they must win!
—The Will of Heaven [The Collective Consciousness of All Spirits]!
A colossal phantom of a giant, formed from ancient spirits, appeared. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and a violent storm raged, as if a myth had been restarted. The Aztec sun seemed to have vanished, and the entire sky turned pitch black. Dense lightning storms, like thunderstorms, forced countless mortals to their knees.

Duncan's figure is still running.

The nomadic people of the grasslands all feared lightning, but in the direction he was heading, hundreds of the Khan's personal guards followed him to the death. Their iron torrent directly cut through the enemy ranks of tens of thousands, without stopping along the way. Even after falling from their horses, the grassland warriors continued to fight with their swords drawn.

In the end, Duncan, with fewer than three hundred men remaining, caught up with the fleeing Montema II.

"Die!"

Duncan roared, like a god descending to earth, his Necromancer's Spear transforming into a blur as it pierced through the air, directly piercing the bodies of two attendants, and then pinning Montema II to the chariot.

The cold light of Grandfather's battle axe pierced through the air.

Duncan leaped into the air, his divine steed neighing in despair. Even with the blessings of all spirits, it knelt on the ground. A faint, ethereal image of a steed merged with it, and soon it galloped again. This was the White Horse God of the Eastern Grasslands, one of the beliefs in the fusion of all spirits.

dead!
Duncan wielded his grandfather's battle axe, unleashing a whirlwind of death. His imposing figure soared dozens of meters through the air and landed within the priesthood, leaving a trail of severed limbs in his wake. They had no time to cast spells, and their limited magic was neutralized by 'Protection of All Spirits'. In an instant, he wiped out the entire priesthood of dozens of people.

puff.

Duncan, wielding his grandfather's battle axe, beheaded the High Priest and Montema II. Then, he leaped up with his Necromancer's Spear, raising it high. Behind him, less than a hundred of the Khan's personal guards gathered. The enemy had suffered a massive rout, and the elite cavalry who had lost their way in the chaos were gradually regrouping. They let out bursts of frenzied battle cries, and the mark of 'Blessed by All Spirits' on their bodies shone brightly.

—The Wind of the Grasslands - Divine Favor of the Khan's Guard (Mythical Legion) [Blessed by All Spirits] [Blessed by the White Horse God]!
Big win!

Wherever Duncan's figure went, the Aztec army threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground. At some point, the phantom of Quetzalcoatl had dissipated, but the mark of 'Protection of Quetzalcoatl' still shone with a brilliant golden light.

They say no, but their bodies betray them.

Quetzalcoatl seemed to no longer care about the faith of this place, but when it came to the final battle, he arrived faster than anyone else.

Dimensional space.

From God's perspective, Duncan saw Quetzalcoatl transformed into a giant serpent thousands of meters long, its outstretched wings seemingly capable of obscuring the sun, as it joined forces with the will of the heavens, a coalition of all spirits, to brutally beat the Aztec sun god, Tonatiu.

At this moment, even the corn goddess Jorani exerted all her strength. All the aspects of the will of all spirits, the totem beliefs of the various tribes of the grasslands, and the mythological incarnations of the various ethnic groups all appeared above the magnificent Aztec temple pyramid.

Although Wanling often loses, it has never been weak or cowardly.

The faith of a coward.

It is impossible to gain a foothold on the vast grasslands.

Rumble!
A bolt of divine lightning ripped across the sky.

At some point, the sun's rays gradually dimmed, and the majestic temple pyramid in front of them, with its blood sacrifice altar, collapsed with a deafening roar.

Cracks appeared on the statue of the sun god Tonatiu.

The Holy Land has been shattered!

Destroy the gods!

The will of the heavens, formed by the convergence of all spirits, severed their foundation in reality, erasing their existence.

war!
war! war! war!
Together with us.

Shatter the heavens!

Conquer Paradise!

Duncan was startled by the frenzied fighting spirit of the All Spirits and quickly tried to calm them down.

Let's fight then, don't get so worked up.

The last two are unnecessary for now.

When Wanling got into a frenzy, he seemed even more intoxicated than him.

"The eternal chosen one of all spirits!"