Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 279 The Myth Ends! The World is Divided into Three Kingdoms

Duncan was extremely generous.

Whether in the Root World or this world, he bestowed extremely generous rewards upon his troops. He himself didn't have much of a concept of wealth, perhaps because Anya managed the finances in the Root World, and he himself wasn't particularly fond of pleasure. So, apart from beautiful women, Duncan had almost no other form of entertainment.

In the medieval period, he was only slightly distracted by beautiful women; his other living conditions were rather ordinary.

The human forms in this world are the same.

Whether commanding barbarian armies, piloting the female pirate Annie Potter, or leading Eastern nomads to conquer the subcontinent, Duncan was always spending lavishly.

When he parted ways with the raging gods, he took only a small amount of luggage with him, along with the spoils of war, the Cursed Spear.

Everything else was left to Lady Raging Waves' church and the barbarian warriors who followed her.

The reason why the female pirate Annie Potter was able to rise so quickly to become Queen of Westmir was not only due to Duncan's prestige, but also to the conquest of the coastal island nations and the gold and silver treasures given to Duncan by the Oceanids, all of which she left to them.

When conquering the subcontinent, Duncan didn't bring much with him, but he prepared a large amount of treasure for Greya, and distributed countless other riches and lands.

Perhaps because he had bestowed so many rewards, his khans prepared a grand gift for Duncan today.

Even the long-absent Kereit Khan came from his fiefdom on the subcontinent, bringing with him five thousand valiant native warriors and a cavalry force of three thousand.

The flags are flying.

Just before Duncan's army set off, many nomadic chieftains who were loyal to him gathered together. They used eight fine horses to pull a heavy chariot, the wheels of which were deeply embedded in the mud. By the time it was delivered to Duncan, the horses were panting heavily.

WTF? !
Is it that heavy?
Today they say they want to offer a gift to the great Heavenly Khan to celebrate the birthday of all beings and the great achievement of conquering the eastern desert kingdoms.

The witch Greya stood behind Duncan.

She is now dressed like an empress or imperial concubine, a far cry from the simple life she had as a witch. She has enjoyed all the riches and luxuries of the world, which has made up for the regrets of the past. She has almost no lingering attachment to the pleasures of the mortal world.

"This is a gift we jointly funded and created as a tribute to the great Heavenly Khan!"

Kereit Khan stood at the head of the table, as he was the main investor and accounted for the lion's share. Other steppe leaders contributed only a portion, while the vast majority of the investors were the Torgut tribe, who had initially followed Duncan.

The nomadic leaders knelt on one knee before Duncan, and then Kereit Khan clapped his hands, and the guards beside him lifted the black cloth covering him.

Shining with golden light!

The sunlight shone on it, and the reflected golden light seemed to dazzle everyone's eyes.

There was an uproar all around.

Even the witch Greya, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded. She turned her head to look at Duncan, seemingly observing his expression.

Duncan's pupils contracted slightly, as if he hadn't expected them to send him this damn thing.

He was too generous in the past!
So much so that many steppe leaders did not know how to repay this great Heavenly Khan. Therefore, Kereit Khan melted down a large amount of gold plundered from the subcontinent, and together with the Khan's personal guards, archers, and steppe riders of the Torgut tribe, as well as contributions from the leaders of other tribes.

These people prepared a mountain of gold, and eventually built a real golden throne for Duncan!

"This is a token of appreciation from the tribes of the grasslands."

Kerekha Khan pointed to the magnificent golden throne and said, "The gold on it comes not only from the many tribal chiefs, but also from the spoils of war offered by the warriors who followed Your Majesty in conquering all directions."

"A total of ten thousand warriors contributed a portion of gold to jointly forge this golden throne for His Majesty!"

The warriors of the Torgut tribe will not be blinded by gold; they know gratitude and that all of this is a gift from the great Heavenly Khan.

no more, no less.

There were exactly ten thousand people, all of them the most elite grassland warriors. They were not elite cavalry or archers, and they were not even qualified to offer a piece of spoils of war or to integrate their gold into the Golden Throne.

A little adds up to a lot.

With the addition of gold contributed by many grassland leaders, this golden throne, far surpassing the dragon throne, was created.

—"The Golden Throne (Wonder): It was made from gold offered by ten thousand brave and skilled warriors of the steppe. It embodies the laws of war and the spoils of plunder from many steppe tribes. Each piece of gold symbolizes the loyalty and bravery of the steppe warriors. The legend of it will continue to be passed down in this world."

(Man-made wonders can accumulate legend points.)
(The Golden Throne is a special creation that can be integrated into the divine kingdom and accept the souls of ten thousand grassland warriors. The gold they offer is also a testament to their loyalty to the emperor!)
If it had been created and presented by Kreik Khan alone, Duncan might have been able to refuse it.

But its meaning is different now.

It was made from gold donated by ten thousand elite warriors, and if Duncan refused, he would be hurting the loyalty of the army's warriors.

Each piece of gold on it represents the embodiment of blood and fire, war and slaughter, loyalty and courage.

soldier.

Putting everything else aside, it's all about risking their lives for wealth. They've given up a large portion of the gold they earned with their lives to build this magnificent golden throne for Duncan.

Very good, very loyal.

If Duncan accepts this magnificent golden throne, he will be the richest emperor in the world.

boom!
A series of dull footsteps.

The tribes that were originally loyal to Chagatai Khan also presented their own gift: a huge and luxurious chariot, like a palace on land, with four domesticated armored war elephants at the front, adorned with gold and jewels, and even their ivory inlaid with gems.

Its size is just right to place that magnificent golden throne on it.

The ultimate in human existence!

Duncan's generous distribution of lands deeply moved the many grassland warriors, who offered up the best they could.

As long as the grassland civilization does not perish, for the next ten thousand years, people will continue to praise the generosity of the Great Khan!
Duncan's imposing figure slowly rose to his feet.

He slightly raised his hand, and the witch Greya immediately understood. She trembled with excitement, knelt down, and carefully took Duncan's right hand.

Duncan never enjoys all the glory alone!

Under the spotlight.

Duncan, holding Greya's hand, stepped onto the magnificent chariot. Four armored war elephants knelt on the ground, seemingly submitting to his imposing presence. The majestic golden throne was also placed upon it. Finally, when Duncan sat down, a roaring cheer seemed to overturn the entire plain.

"Heavenly Khan!"

"King of Kings!"

"The Son of Heaven!"

"The Invincible God of War!"

Cheers spread like waves as Duncan accepted the golden throne and the loyalty of ten thousand grassland warriors. Even if they died in battle, they would not enter the realm of the heavens, but would return here directly to become the heroic souls under Duncan's command.

All spirits were also very happy.

They felt that only such a spectacle was worthy of their eternal divine selection.

"set off!"

"Let us conquer this world!!!"

Duncan slowly drew his longsword and pointed it at the distant Gold Coast. In this world, the embodiment of kingship was no longer the Oathkeeper, but the golden throne beneath him.

boom!
Countless steppe cavalry galloped on horseback, followed closely by dozens of war elephant legions, a vast army of indigenous infantry, Persian swordsmen and shield bearers, and surrendered undead legions, all forming a long, serpentine formation stretching for tens of kilometers, and marching toward the Gold Coast.

This time, Duncan mobilized all his forces.

The bugle sounded loudly.

In the direction of the port area, hundreds of warships were setting sail, and further away, there were traces of dragon ships. Standing on the deck was a fierce female warrior, with a sea siren carved at the bow. She gazed at everything in the distance and said in a deep voice, "Report to the Queen immediately."

"The army of the grasslands has set off!"

Storm Islands.

Near a port close to the continental shelf, a number of fierce native warriors were gathering. They had transformed in a very short time. Although they still looked like natives, they wore unique horned helmets and had gained a bit of the aura of Germanic berserkers.

—Odin's warriors.

Hyjal was also among them, gazing at the distant sea, seemingly lost in thought. He still had no direction for the future, but he wanted to take control of his own destiny.

Port Tutu

Queen Anne Potter rose excitedly, stared at the messenger before her, and immediately said, "Summon the army at once!"

"Block the port!"

"Send men to surround the temple of Lady Raging Waves."

"starting today."

"Strip the Church of the Sea God of all its power in the Kingdom of Simir!"

That man is about to flip the table.

Annie Potter immediately chose her side. She could not possibly side with Lady Rage at this time. Even if she died, she would die in front of that man, so that he would remember her forever.

The previous abandonment left her resentful and unable to let go for a long time.

The gods of the Beast Worship Cult quietly began to diverge.

Under the covert manipulation of the goddess Sulis, the gods of the Gold Coast split. Unlike the previous reckless actions of the raging gods, the goddess Sulis at least won over several gods of the Beast Worship Cult to her side and reorganized a new pantheon. In particular, the addition of the great goddess Isis has caused cracks to appear in the relationships among the gods of the Gold Coast.

The world order is quietly changing.

The ancient Greek and Norse pantheons quietly joined forces and, before the gods of the Gold Coast could react, had already seized the area surrounding the Storm Islands. Soon after, a massive fleet approached the coastline, but they seemed to be waiting for something and did not launch an attack, instead sealing off everything.

Ms. Nutao fell silent like never before.

This should have been the moment for Lady Raging Waves to go berserk, since her domain is the sea, and it would have been easy for her to unleash a tsunami storm to destroy these fleets.

But she didn't do that.

At this point, Lady Raging Waves seemed to have become a special kind of neutral party; she neither supported the raging gods nor assisted other deities.

in the Legends.

A descendant of the Ocean Gods saw a one-eyed giant carrying a long spear enter the sacred domain of Lady Raging Waves alone.

That majestic figure bears a striking resemblance to the god Odin, as depicted in the Storm Islands.

It didn't take long.

Lady Raging Waves' Sanctuary, along with many of the Oceanids, announced that they had joined a faction called Vanaheim. Lady Raging Waves and her Oceanids had officially allied with a faction called the Aesir. The raging gods were instantly stunned!
They've already dug right up to them. Perhaps it's because they forced Duncan away that Lady Raging Waves harbors resentment, but this time she directly formed an alliance with the Aesir gods in her capacity as the sea goddess.

Titans, Aesir, Oceanids, and Beast-worshipping gods.

Coupled with the will of all spirits behind Duncan, a powerful force, like a torrent, formed within the entire human pantheon, enough to crush all forces of the old era.

Golden Desert.

As the mighty cavalry force entered the Golden Kingdom, a figure appeared from the distant army. He rode alone to the majestic golden throne, humbly lowered his head, and knelt on one knee, saying, "Great Heavenly Khan!"

"Goddess Isis salutes you!"

"The kingdoms of the Golden Desert are willing to submit to you."

Medis.

One of the few Egyptian kings who had not been tainted by the bloodline curse, he cautiously gazed at the majestic figure on the golden throne. Who could have imagined that this man would be able to conquer such a vast territory in such a short time?

The partnership between Wanling and Duncan was like a bulldozer of this era.

Duncan's calm voice rang out: "Get up."

"Summon your army."

"Come with me to the City of Gold!"

This time, an army of 300,000 is advancing on the Gold Coast.

At the port of Artumon, Duncan saw Amazon warriors with their high ponytails in the distance. They had all converted to the image of the goddess Sulis. Queen Oretia, who led the way, was clad in sharp armor and looked heroic. Behind her were Storm Era and Thunder Spear Lola. After the image of Athena came to power, the entire tribe of Amazon warriors was reformed.

Queen Oretia gazed at Duncan on the golden throne, a hint of shock in her expression, and slowly knelt on one knee, saying, "Your Majesty."

"The Amazonian tribe, three thousand female warriors have been assembled."

Today is not what it used to be.

When Queen Oretia saw Duncan again, she had no choice but to lower her proud head and humbly express her submission.

Wherever the army went, the city-states and kingdoms along the way surrendered without resistance.

Even the Elephant Woman, Ashati, sent an envoy to surrender and led the mythical army's war elephant guards to join his army.

Above the waves.

Amidst the surging waves of the ocean, Duncan stood on the deck. As he gazed at the distant sea, a melodious song emerged from the churning waves, followed by the appearance of dozens of sea nymphs who lifted up the chariot. Above them were more than a dozen gorgeously dressed and beautiful ocean goddesses.

Leading the procession was Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents and waves, flanked by Petira, the ocean goddess, and many other ocean goddesses who had participated in the rituals arranged by the Lady of the Raging Waves.

They thronged around Oceanus, the goddess of ocean currents and waves, like imperial concubines, bowing gracefully in Duncan's direction.

This is no longer the authority of an earthly emperor; this is the status of a living god of war.

The Thebit River.

Duncan's army encountered almost no decent resistance, and the barbarian warriors fell silent at this moment. They were somewhat lacking in courage to face their revered legendary hero, the god-slayer Quinn, the mythical figure who slew four gods in a single day.

Only those who have truly followed Duncan know just how terrifyingly strong he was!
Some Marine warriors even defected on the spot.

On the banks of the Thebit River.

A figure with a full beard appeared, leading hundreds of barbarian warriors. Upon seeing the distant banner, he immediately rushed forward, slapped the man hard, and roared, "Ugal!"

"Damn bastard!"

"You went to see Quinn? Why didn't you tell me!"

Crete.

This guy was already the chieftain of a small tribe, and he brought hundreds of barbarian warriors from his tribe to join Duncan's army.

Ugal was in the wrong and dared not speak.

He is now a minor king, ruling a small city-state in the highlands, and is considered one of the enfeoffed kings.

At that moment, a burly figure appeared on the opposite bank of the river. He lazily raised his wine jug and said, "Crete."

Is your axe still sharp?

Haigar.

He is now Odin's warrior and will surely have a place in the future Hall of Heroes.

Many barbarian warriors regrouped.

As Duncan's army advanced toward the City of Gold, a small squad of guards risked their lives to escort a woman to his camp.

Princess Cleopatra.

The princess, who resembled Cleopatra, tidied her beautiful appearance. She glanced at Greya beside her, a hint of excitement in her eyes. Her delicate body trembled slightly as she slowly walked to Duncan, then gracefully bowed and knelt on the ground, her voice trembling as she said, "Your Majesty."

"You are finally back."

Everything she had bet on finally paid off; the man returned with an unprecedentedly large army.

Duncan reached out and helped the beautiful Princess Cleopa to her feet, gesturing for her to stand behind him.

In the soft light of dawn.

An army of 300,000 surrounded the Golden City, a city that was once considered indestructible, but now it was on the verge of collapse.

Boom boom boom!
A muffled war drumbeat sounded.

Dozens of armored giant elephants appeared at the front of the formation, followed by magnificent chariots that resembled palaces. Duncan's heroic figure sat on the golden throne, gazing coldly at Prames, who was trembling slightly on the distant city wall, his gaze passing directly past Prames to the silhouettes of the gods reflected behind him.

Prames, nothing but a clown.

Even if he really becomes a divine monster, we will crush him today.

The wind is howling.

All spirits are roaring.

Behind Duncan's golden throne, the enormous phantom of Quetzalcoatl appeared in a silhouette invisible to mortals, followed by the faces of many gods who had conquered and integrated into the faith of all spirits: the White Horse God, the Eagle God, the Corn God, the Thebit River Goddess, and so on. The will of the heavens, the embodiment of all spirits, transformed into a giant and stood silently behind Duncan, watching the phantom reflected on the Golden Law.

The end of the sky.

Athena's corrupted appearance and the phantom of the goddess Sulis, clad in sharp armor and wielding a golden tasseled shield, appeared behind the Amazon warrior.

Behind her were several gods of the Beast Worship Cult, who had completely sided with the goddess Sulis.

The direction of the Thebit River.

A majestic, giant-like old man appeared, still strong and brave, holding Odin's spear, his one eye fixed on the gods, both wary of their rage and putting pressure on the gods of Aman.

On the sea, the waves surged.

Lady Rage appeared for the first time as a phantom of a human woman. She was a beautiful and wild blue-haired lady, holding a trident, her gaze fixed on Duncan's direction, with a kind of resentment as if she loved him but could not have him.

That kind of love was not romantic love; if one had to describe it, it might be similar to the way Prime Minister Cao looked at General Guan.

If it weren't for the other raging gods, Lady Tide would have been the biggest winner.

The sun's rays were so dazzling.

For a moment, it seemed as if two suns appeared in the sky—no, it should be three. There were two suns in the sky: one was a projection of the incarnation of the god Aman, and the other was a phantom of the incarnation of the feathered serpent god, who was also once one of the sun gods.

The last sun was on Earth, atop that majestic golden throne, and Duncan also possessed the domain laws of the sun.

In this battle, the secular aspects are no longer important.

The City of Gold is unimportant, Prames is unimportant, and the city-states of the Gold Coast are unimportant. What matters is that the god of Aman must leave the stage, and the entire pantheon of humankind needs to be reshuffled!
Duncan will crush everything in the world.

Next, it remains to be seen whether the combined will of all spirits, Athena's corrupted form of Sulis, and Odin's embodiment of will can suppress the powerful god of Aman.

The scorching sun caused the blood to evaporate.

As Duncan raised his sword and pointed it forward, the massive siege battle erupted instantly, with countless stone projectiles flying out and a rain of arrows blotting out the sky.

Odin remained silent, raising his spear to directly confront the sun of this world!

The reflection of Valhalla appeared in the sacred realm of the god Aman.

Dimensional space.

A series of blood-red notifications appeared.

"The fundamental laws of the world have been shaken! The fundamental laws have been integrated into a new spellcasting system!"

"Runic script inscribes the roots of the world!"

"The spellcasting system of the Norse faith is beginning to integrate into the current plane."

………………

"The fundamental laws of the world have been reversed! A new branch of the giant bloodline has been formed!"

"The power of the Titans merges with the laws of the world!"

"The power of the Olympian gods is inscribed at the origin of the current plane."

"Gaia's descendants have integrated into the local mythology."

"The legend of the Titans has become part of the current plane."

………………

boom!
A golden bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Where Duncan's sword pointed, the three major faith factions from the Root World merged, deciding to reshuffle the entire human pantheon.

Odin, Athena, and the embodiment of the will of the heavens have already faced off against the Aman gods from another world.

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(End of this chapter)