Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 276 One Against Ten Thousand, the Hero's Curtain Falls

Issuing a challenge?
Duncan looked up in surprise. He had considered that the enemy might launch a surprise attack without warning after maliciously spreading rumors, or even try to sneak attack his rear, but he did not expect that Chagatai Khan would directly issue him a challenge.

Under the watchful eyes of the Khan's personal guards, the two envoys were brought in.

The elderly man at the head was dressed as a grassland priest. He knelt down as soon as he saw Duncan, showing great humility. The other deputy, on the other hand, was arrogant. He looked Duncan up and down, displaying the unruly spirit of a grassland warrior, but he simply clenched his fist and held it across his chest.

The old shaman knelt and respectfully handed the challenge to Duncan, his voice trembling as he said, "We have only one request."

"Please, Your Excellency, do not take the life of Chagatai Khan."

The challenge letter was conventional, but its words burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

Looking at the two envoys with completely opposite attitudes, Duncan couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity. He said in a deep voice, "Since you think I can win, why don't you persuade him to surrender?"

Before the old shaman could speak, the unruly deputy envoy beside him arrogantly declared, "The Chagatai Khan is also an eagle soaring over the grasslands!"

"A hero celebrated by nomads."

"We know that all spirits favor you and love you more than anything!"

"But so what?"

The envoy stared at Duncan before him and said in a deep voice, "Throughout history, the nomadic peoples of the East have only been able to rule over all the grassland tribes by defeating and conquering all of them."

"Chagatai Khan has earned his current status through a series of victories."

"What about you?"

"Do you expect us to submit to you simply because of the favor of the gods?"

The rules of the grasslands.

Only the overlord who conquers all tribes can become their supreme ruler.

The Khan among Khans.

Chagatai Khan would not easily submit. He knew, of course, that Duncan was blessed by the gods of all spirits, but wasn't he also a favorite of all spirits? It was just that the new love had surpassed the old. After obtaining the SSS-level legendary card, the gods gradually gave up on Chagatai Khan.

But he is human, and he has a temper. Moreover, can a hegemon who has emerged from the grasslands, even a god, really make him bow down?
Faith may not be superior to personal will.

Heaven cannot decide everything!
Chagatai Khan was a nomadic man from the East. He revered the heavens, believed in the heavens, and fought for the heavens. But this time, he was going to defy the will of the heavens. Even if Duncan wanted to take the throne, he would have to step over his corpse. A legendary hero should have a way of ending his life.

True emperors do not die in obscurity!
The challenge was simple: Chagatai and Duncan agreed to each lead 10,000 elite cavalry in a decisive battle on the plains three days later, to determine the final hegemon through the grasslands.

However, Duncan's side only had the elite troops of the Torgut tribe, while Chagatai Khan had a coalition of elite troops from many steppe tribes.

He wanted to see why Duncan was so beloved by all spirits.

Even if he dies in battle, he will remain the overlord of the grasslands and will not easily submit to anyone.

Duncan accepted the challenge.

He looked at the humble, kneeling old shaman, then at the unruly deputy envoy, and slowly said, "Then let's settle this in three days."

Chagatai Khan used rumors to slander him and demoralize the Torgut tribe, but he also issued a formal challenge to fight him in three days. He had the spirit of a legendary hero and the cunning of a ruler. Even without Duncan, Wanling could probably have conquered a large territory with his help.

Unfortunately, Wanling asked for too much this time.

That's what they want.

Only Duncan could provide that.

Mortals may not necessarily submit to the will of the gods. Chagatai Khan is a prime example. Even the heavens of faith could not erase his glory as Khan.

Three days later.

A large cavalry force arrived at the plains where the decisive battle would take place.

Flags fluttered on both sides, and a large number of spectators were scattered around, all of whom were leaders of grassland tribes. Since Chagatai Khan had decided to decide the outcome in this way, everyone was a witness. They also wanted to know what kind of ability the man Wanling loved had that made Wanling abandon the capable and valiant Chagatai Khan.

Ultimately, the new love triumphed over the old.

Even gods are fickle.

Under a fluttering dragon flag, Duncan gazed into the distance and saw Chagatai Khan.

The opponent, clad in heavy armor and with a solemn expression, was no longer the arrogant and extravagant figure he had been before. Instead, he carried a steppe war bow on his back and held a sharp blade, standing in stark contrast to Duncan in front of the vast army.

At this moment, he is the true overlord of the grasslands.

How could a warrior who has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood easily indulge in pleasure?

The wind howled.

All spirits fell silent at that moment.

They no longer showed special favor to Duncan, nor did they protect Chagatai Khan; everything was done according to the rules of the grasslands.

"Heroes should have their heroic end."

Ugal gazed at the Chagatai Khan, whose fighting spirit was high in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "This is an opponent worth fighting!"

At this moment, Chagatai Khan defied the will of Heaven, yet he earned the respect of the unruly barbarians.

wind!
wind!
wind!
The flags are flying.

Duncan led 10,000 cavalry forward, with the black dragon banner fluttering in the wind. The Steppe Wind - the Divine Khan's personal guards protected him on both sides, followed closely by many cavalrymen from the Torgut tribe. Everyone held their breath in tension, for they knew that this battle would determine the overlord of the steppe, the Heavenly Khan who would rule over all nomadic tribes, the Khan among Khans.

Rumble!
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Suddenly, the sky above the battlefield changed color. Chagatai Khan looked up at the dark sky and said in a deep voice, "All the peoples of the grasslands are afraid of lightning."

"But I have heard that you are not afraid of the wrath of the heavens."

Sonorous.

He drew the curved sword from his waist and said slowly, "I am not afraid either."

Eagles should soar amidst thunder and storms.

He has defeated his enemies with lightning speed more than once. Today, as the overlord of the grasslands, whether he wins or loses, he has not failed those who risked their lives to follow him.

He used a calculated move to lure Duncan into battle while keeping All Souls neutral.

All schemes have been exhausted.

But he still didn't know what kind of opponent he was facing.

All spirits are mourning.

They felt like they were unfaithful, having abandoned their old love for a new one.

But they won't regret it, because they've staked everything on it.

Rumble!
Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and the howling wind made the flags flutter. Twenty thousand cavalrymen began to advance slowly, gradually accelerating with the stirring war drums.

The riders behind Chagatai Khan waved their flags, and soon the cavalry on both flanks began to disperse. Thousands of cavalrymen formed a circular mounted archer formation, harassing and attacking from both sides simultaneously. The central army slowed down slightly, but was still gathering momentum, ready to launch a thunderous offensive at any time.

"To deal with an enemy like this, using a God's-eye view to find their weaknesses is a bit unfair." "Since you want a heroic end, then I'll grant your wish."

Duncan led the Khan's personal guards to accelerate, and behind him, the cavalry from the Torgut tribe were actually falling behind. They began to fall behind, and there was a slight confusion in the command on the left and right flanks. The entire formation was like a disjointed wedge formation. As the spearhead, Duncan led hundreds of the Khan's personal guards to charge far ahead.

What is he going to do?
Have they completely given up commanding the army?

Chaktai Khan noticed the enemy's weakness and immediately ordered his troops to flank them from both sides. Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, he aimed to completely crush their flanks. At the same time, he led his central army forward. As long as he could stop Duncan and his Khan's personal guard, the enemy's defeat was only a matter of time.

Rumble!
One after another, bolts of lightning ripped across the sky.

Roar.

Duncan's battle cry even overwhelmed the thunder. Under the shocked gazes of countless nomads on the grassland, the leading Khan's personal guard had already rushed to the front, and Duncan's figure had even left the Khan's personal guard nearly one or two hundred meters behind.

One against ten thousand!

At that moment, it felt as if he had single-handedly charged into the midst of a massive army.

boom!
The foremost steppe cavalryman was swept away by Duncan in the waist. His body flew out like a cannonball, knocking down more than ten people. The wind raged, and wherever Duncan went, the storm he stirred up caused the Chagatai Khan's personal guards to be routed. The hundreds of cavalrymen at the forefront were actually broken by him alone.

"Truly unparalleled in bravery!"

Chagatai Khan remained calm. Duncan must have extraordinary abilities to be favored by all spirits, and this unparalleled bravery was entirely within his expectations.

Mounted archery formation.

He drew the steppe war bow from behind him and personally led the Khan's personal guards, the Eagle Archers, on horseback to meet Duncan head-on. If they retreated now, his army's morale would completely collapse, since one enemy dared to break through the formation head-on.

"shoot!"

Thousands upon thousands of arrows came flying.

Amidst the incredulous and shocked gazes of countless people, Duncan's Necromancer's Spear stirred up a storm, single-handedly blocking the endless rain of arrows and creating an open area with a diameter of about ten meters amidst the vast army.

Is he really still a mortal?

At this moment, even Chagatai Khan felt a trace of fear.

But he still brandished his long sword, directing his army to flank from both sides, intercepting the divine Khan's personal guards who were coming to support him, while concentrating his forces to try and kill Duncan in front of him.

Even gods have their limits.

"Shoot the horse!"

Duncan's deflection of the arrow was not foolproof. Even though his steed was heavily armored, it still let out a mournful cry and its front hooves fell to the ground, as if it had lost the ability to run.

His figure flashed out without the slightest hesitation, galloping like a prehistoric beast, completely surpassing the speed of riding a horse.

One against ten thousand.

One man can defeat ten thousand!

In the midst of the raging storm, Duncan charged straight through Chagatai Khan's personal guard. Wherever he went, men and horses fell, and no one could stop his advance. Dozens of arrows were stuck in his body, some even piercing through his heavy armor and wounding his flesh, but he paid no heed and headed straight for Chagatai Khan's position amidst the thousands of troops.

"Charge! Charge into battle!"

As Bokrek and the other Divine Khan's personal guards watched Duncan disappear into the army, they went into a berserk state. The Divine Khan's personal guards forcibly broke through the formation and followed in Duncan's footsteps, charging into the army.

coming!

That man is coming!

Chagatai Khan showed a hint of shock. Neither the Khan's personal guards nor the archers could make that man stop. He was like a god of death from hell, directly cutting through the formation of ten thousand men and approaching Chagatai Khan's central army.

"Truly like a ghost or a god!"

Chagatai Khan took a deep breath, drew his long sword from his waist, and pointed forward. Hundreds of his personal guards gathered around him, their expressions solemn and ready to die. They drew their weapons in unison and began to gallop towards Duncan.

One by one, they passed by Chagatai Khan's figure, as if rushing to their deaths, using their flesh and blood to block Duncan's advance.

Woo woo woo.

All living beings are grieving; they can no longer bear to watch.

This battle was less a civil war among the tribes of the grasslands and more a matter of one of the old and new chosen gods having to step down, and that person chose the most tragic way to leave.

Chagatai Khan was not an unknown person; he had the right to choose how he died.

That's why the shamans of the All Souls Cult knelt down and prayed to Duncan.

boom!
Duncan charged through the ranks of ten thousand soldiers, his entire body soaked in blood, like a god of war. He had reached the Chagatai Khan, and not far behind him, the Khan's personal guards were gradually closing in. They were unstoppable, directly defeating thousands of elite troops, and the fluttering dragon banner followed his footsteps.

boom!
In the blink of an eye, Chagatai Khan felt an unimaginable force. His long sword shattered and flew away, and he was almost thrown off his horse. His steed also let out a mournful cry. Man and horse became one. The best rider on the grassland was still no less powerful than the man on foot.

Duncan's spear moved like a dragon, showing no mercy. In the blink of an eye, he killed more than a dozen of the Khan's personal guards. Then, his spear swept across the sky, and before the shocked eyes of countless people, he directly suppressed Chagatai Khan's dragon horse with one hand and then captured him from his horse.

Wanling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The shamans from the Wanling Sect who were watching couldn't help but relax.

Capture alive!

He single-handedly defeated an army of ten thousand and captured Chagatai Khan.

All of this made everyone feel as if they were watching a myth.

As Chagatai Khan was captured by Duncan, the battlefield gradually fell silent, with only the whistling wind remaining. Suddenly, cheers erupted from the direction of the Torgut tribe, followed by waves of cheers that seemed to echo across the entire grassland like a landslide or tsunami.

"The Son of Heaven!"

"May all spirits be upon you!"

"Heavenly Khan!"

Duncan tossed the captured Chagatai Khan to the Divine Khan's personal guards behind him, who bound him tightly. Then, alone with his spear, he rode out into battle, looking down arrogantly at the tens of thousands of steppe cavalry before him, and roared: "I am the will of Heaven!"

"Chosen One of all spirits!"

"You want to fight me to the death here!"

"Let's conquer this world together!"

All spirits are roaring.

All spirits are roaring.

They were fired up! They wanted nothing more than to wreak havoc on everything in their path!

Crash.

Countless cavalrymen unloaded their weapons, dismounted, and knelt on one knee in Duncan's direction. From this day forward, there would only be one overlord of the grasslands, and a new ruler had turned the page on a new era.

What awaits them is a great expedition, a campaign that will take them all the way to the ends of the earth.

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(End of this chapter)