Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 407 A Close Alliance

The Temple of Joy.

After a fierce battle, Duncan returned to his residence. Before he even entered his room, he saw a voluptuous and alluring figure waiting outside the door. She looked up and saw Duncan in the distance, and immediately knelt humbly at the door to welcome his return.

“Lord Duncan.” Arya’s expression was almost obsequious.

Duncan didn't even glance at her, and after pushing open the door, he asked, "Where's Vera?"

Vera was his first Pleasure Servant, while Arya Laughing was once a handmaiden of the Mother of Bliss. After he had a falling out with the Mother of Bliss some time ago, this woman has not appeared for a while.

A typical example of opportunism.

Arya Laugh's posture was almost the epitome of humility. She knelt before Duncan and removed his arm armor, her voice tinged with a hint of seduction as she said, "The Great Mother of Bliss intends to promote Sister Vera to the title of Blessed One. She should be undergoing baptism in the near future."

They really won without lifting a finger.

It would be a lie to say she didn't regret it. Vera had almost no achievements; her only role was to diligently serve Duncan's daily needs and act as a concubine, striving to satisfy his occasional physical desires. Yet, even so, she rose from a pleasure servant to a mid-to-high-ranking position within the church in a very short time, and she had no background whatsoever—just a beautiful widow from the countryside.

Arya Laugh believes she is just as beautiful as Vera, and even more devoted in her service.

However, because she arrived a step too late, and because when Duncan had a falling out with the Mother of Bliss, she returned to the Mother of Bliss without hesitation, her current position and situation can be described as quite awkward.

Duncan nodded expressionlessly.

The Great Bliss Mother is actively showing him goodwill. His human form has almost no close people around him, except for Vera who serves him daily, so he can't find any point of leverage.

"Step down," Duncan said calmly.

Arya-Laughing looked slightly regretful. She looked up, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. However, she saw that Duncan didn't even turn around to look at her. She could only bite her lip and leave with a resentful expression.

This heartless man.

Even if she was on the side of the Mother of Great Bliss, there should have been some affection between them, but she was unexpectedly so cold-hearted.

Just as she stepped out of the room, light footsteps sounded outside the door. Vera appeared, wearing a three-colored, joyful messenger-style tight-fitting dress. Upon seeing her, she narrowed her eyes slightly, then walked past her calmly with her head held high.

Arya Laughing even had to take the initiative to bow her head and greet her.

At the same grand banquet, some are guests, while others are waiters.

As she reached the doorway, Vera reverted to her respectful and humble demeanor. She carefully stepped forward to remove Duncan's boots, and seeing the seeping bloodstains, hurriedly instructed the others, "Prepare holy water; the master wishes to bathe."

Then, she carefully peeled off the pieces of skin and flesh clinging to it, her expression shocked and her eyes slightly red, saying, "The Mother of Great Bliss has sent someone to invite you to a banquet."

Just how much pain did they endure?

Vera almost tore off a whole piece of human skin from it. Although there was healing from high-level divine magic, the marks left by the skinning technique were still shocking.

Duncan took a deep breath and said, "Understood."

Now he must face the Mother of Great Bliss anew with a new attitude.

For Duncan, the Great Mother of Bliss is actually more useful in her current position because her ability is insufficient to lead everyone, which makes it convenient for him to take over. However, the premise is that the Great Mother of Bliss must be able to recognize the situation and bow down to Duncan.

"Whether it's the Church of Wealth or the Cult of Pleasure, all I need to do is control the fighting force."

“The daily church affairs can be completely left to them.”

Duncan's job was to take control of the power structure and teach the day-to-day operations of power; he wasn't particularly interested in that.

After taking a shower, Duncan changed into a light and comfortable outfit.

Several beautiful maids came to greet him upon his arrival. The courtyard of the Great Bliss Mother's villa was somewhat deserted, a far cry from its former bustling and prosperous state. In just half a month, the Pleasure Cult had suffered heavy losses; more than half of the Scarlet Actors had died, and even the Archbishop of the Red Curtain had been beheaded.

On the other side of the Carnival Master Kovor, he was trampled into a pile of mangled flesh by the Bloodstained Priest, and most of his Pleasure Priests, Carnivalists, and Debauchers were dead.

The followers of the Goddess of Joy, Lira, didn't have many powerful professionals to begin with. With so many deaths and injuries, even the people around the Great Mother of Bliss are a bit stretched thin. They will definitely need to recruit bards to replenish their ranks in the future.

Due to the limitations of the priesthood, there are very few combat units among the followers of the Goddess of Joy.

"Lord Duncan."

Greeting Duncan outside the courtyard was a maid named Elvia-Huanmeng, who possessed a slight elven bloodline, as evidenced by her slightly pointed ears.

She wore a long dress woven from moon-white fairy silk, embroidered with silver vines and pink flowers, as if she were wearing the vitality of the forest.

As she led the way, her skirt flowed lightly and gracefully, undulating like water with each step.

Her long, cascading golden hair was tied back with a sapphire-encrusted ribbon, with a few wisps framing her face, adding to her charming beauty. On her fair wrists adorned bracelets carved from elven crystal, engraved with joyful elven runes. She wore silver soft boots studded with pearls, moving with a silent grace, like a forest sprite.

A wanderer may also possess the abilities of a bard.

After passing through the quiet courtyard, Duncan saw a slightly dim light ahead, and two very beautiful figures were waiting at the door.

——Serena-Shadow Phantom (Half-Elf) (Four-Star Silver-Gray).

The most mysterious handmaid of the Great Bliss Mother, said to possess the key to the secret treasury (the source of the Pleasure Cult's funds for enjoyment).
"Lord Duncan."

"plz follow me."

Serena Shadow was wearing a deep purple, tight-fitting leather outfit, embroidered with exquisite patterns in gold thread that accentuated her graceful figure.

She wore a black, semi-transparent tulle dress over it, adorned with purple crystal fragments that shimmered mysteriously in the light. A silver belt was tied around her waist, from which hung a delicate little bell that jingled as she walked.

Her long, deep black hair was styled into an intricate bun, adorned with a hairpin inlaid with a purple gemstone. Her alluring face was adorned with exquisite makeup, and her eyes sparkled with a lively light, as if concealing countless secrets. Her slender, long legs were faintly visible beneath a semi-transparent gauze dress, and she wore a pair of black knee-high boots decorated with purple accents, making her appear both mysterious and captivating.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

The Great Blissful Mother has been in charge of the Pleasure Cult for so long, she still has some talented people around her.

Duncan calmly walked through the narrow corridor. Under the crystal chandelier in the hall, a long table was set with a dazzling array of sumptuous food. The Great Mother of Bliss appeared in front of him, wearing a magnificent light purple dress. The lace of the dress was adorned with diamonds. As she stood up, her full breasts trembled slightly, revealing a large, deep blue gemstone between her cleavage.

"Lord Duncan."

Under the light of the crystal chandelier, the still stunningly beautiful Mother of Bliss calmly greeted his arrival. However, this time she was a little more humble. She went directly to the door to greet Duncan, and even extended her slender, fair hand as if inviting him, and took his hand, leading him to the dining table.

Their intimate attitude suggests a close relationship.

"If it weren't for Lord Duncan's heroic efforts to turn the tide this time, the church would have suffered heavy losses."

The Mother of Great Bliss lightly mentioned it before moving on to the next topic, pointing to a bottle of fine wine on the table and smiling charmingly, "Would you like to try this?" "Fire Serpent Wine sent from Mulholland, it is said to make one feel the heat of the desert."

Duncan sat down calmly and watched the Great Mother of Bliss perform. Behind him, Serenaa Shadow and Elvia Dream carefully closed the door, then one of them began to play the strings, while the other danced an elven dance under the crystal chandelier as if she were a backup dancer.

It was like a romantic date, except the man who went was a little too calm, not even captivated by the omnipresent and astonishing charm of the Great Bliss Mother.

The Mother of Great Bliss maintained her usual elegance and composure, though a hint of panic flickered in her eyes.

The more indifferent Duncan remained, the more she felt her position was in jeopardy.

As the banquet was cleared away, the Mother of Great Bliss finally couldn't hold back any longer and decided to take the initiative. With graceful cat-like steps, she displayed her charm to the fullest and approached Duncan with an elegant and beautiful demeanor, saying in a sweet voice, "Would you have the honor of inviting me to dance with you, sir?"

Not far away, the melody played by Serena-Shadow Phantom suddenly became more enchanting.

Duncan calmly replied, "I don't like dancing."

"But since the Mother of Great Bliss has extended a warm invitation, it is worth a try."

This luxurious hall is the dance floor. The Great Mother of Bliss is extremely skilled in dance, and is proficient in all the dance steps and melodies of humans and elves. She can easily guide Duncan regardless of whether he knows them or not. At the original carnival, she won the title of Carnival Queen by relying on her dance skills, and attracted the favor of the goddess of joy, Lillra.

At this moment, Duncan felt as if he were holding a bewitching and beautiful serpent. The Mother of Great Bliss was not the traditional slender beauty; she was voluptuous and fleshy, yet possessed a slender waist that could be grasped in one hand. She demanded that every part of her body conform to aesthetics, so that she could attract the attention of thousands of people at any time and in any place. Only in this way could she satisfy her vanity as a woman.

At first, the Great Mother of Bliss doubted her own charm because of Duncan's calmness, but soon, after a few enchanting and intimate dance steps, she seemed to sense something. A hint of ambiguity appeared on her beautiful face, her slender waist drew closer, her soft and full breasts slightly flattened, and she breathed softly, "Lord Duncan seems to have felt the magic of pleasure."

Duncan's right hand slid down her slender waist and squeezed it hard, eliciting a coquettish sigh from the Mother of Great Bliss.

His gaze remained calm and detached, as if detached from his physical senses, and he said softly, "The beauty of the Mother of Great Bliss is indeed captivating."

"Is this the legendary carnival dance?"

According to church lore, the Mother of Great Bliss won the favor of the goddess of joy with a frenzied dance.

The Mother of Great Bliss slowly shook her head, her alluring figure as light as an elf and as seductive as a succubus, elusive yet ever-present, leaping and bounding, the unintentional friction making one feel their blood boil, an ambiguous atmosphere surrounding her. She embraced Duncan's strong waist, their necks intertwined, and said in a long, drawn-out tone, "No."

Do adults like them?

The Great Blissful Mother glanced at the two beautiful maids beside her; these were her treasured possessions, which she rarely showed to others.

Duncan nodded calmly and said, "Very beautiful."

The Mother of Great Bliss spoke with a hint of joy, saying softly, "As long as you are willing to support me, they will all serve you."

Duncan's expression remained unchanged. He simply reached out and put his arm around the Great Mother of Bliss's slender waist, saying calmly, "Even at a time like this, the Great Mother of Bliss is unwilling to give up something of real value?"

"We need a closer alliance."

Upon hearing this, the Mother of Great Bliss gasped, her alluring eyes filled with a hint of dazedness. She leaned half her body against Duncan, knowing that this man had a large appetite and wouldn't be so easily satisfied. She exhaled softly and asked, "What would constitute a closer covenant?"

Duncan's breathing became heavier, and he slowly said, "Let me witness the dance of revelry."

The Mother of Great Bliss paused, took a half step back, and then gently patted the crystal chandelier above her head. The chandelier dimmed instantly. She resumed her twirling dance and nestled into Duncan's arms, saying softly, "Aren't you afraid of upsetting the lady, sir?"

Duncan's expression didn't change at all; he wanted to test the goddess of joy's tolerance.

The Mother of Great Bliss, her magnificent gown billowing, danced around Duncan like a succubus, murmuring, "The dance of revelry is a dance of sacrifice."

"In ancient times, sacrifice and reproduction were one, originating from ancient fertility worship."

"Does the master know?"

Duncan nodded calmly. The sacrificial rituals of the unicorn goddess had a similar primitive style, but it was rarely practiced among humans anymore.

A captivating smile played on the lips of the Mother of Great Bliss as she murmured, "If you're not afraid, then I'm not afraid either."

In an instant.

The dance of the Great Mother of Bliss changed. Duncan stood motionless under the crystal chandelier, while the Great Mother of Bliss's enchanting dance became increasingly wild and full of primal charm. Dance is the oldest form of expression for intelligent beings, and the original domain of the Goddess of Bliss was dance.

Not far away, Serena-Shadow Phantom, who was playing, suddenly panicked. A slight tremor appeared on the strings she was plucking, but no one cared anymore.

Not far from her, Elvia-Huanmeng stared in shock, raising her slender hand to cover her mouth. In the dim light, she seemed to see the Great Mother of Bliss gently part the hem of her skirt with her crimson-painted fingers, then stand on tiptoe and gracefully hang on the man. The Great Mother of Bliss's fair and slender neck arched like a swan's, and then she let out a long sigh as if struck by an arrow.

What shocked them even more was that the man whispered something in the ear of the Mother of Bliss, and the next second a faint divine grace began to appear on the Mother of Bliss.

This night.

Duncan proved once again that the goddess of this world is just as he had thought.

The Enook Desert.

While Sergant, in the Sea of ​​Fallen Stars, was in turmoil, the ruins of Nether, where many floating cities had once crashed, were also in chaos.

An aged figure, invisible to the naked eye, appeared.

—The Ancient Death God—Yage (???)!
He appeared as a decaying half-skull, gazing into the distant darkness as if spying on something, yet impossible to detect through any divination spells.

"Death is changing."

The ancient god of death, Jaeger, looked puzzled, staring into the dark shadows as if he were confused: "Why has this change occurred?"

He had already chosen a new successor to the God of Death.

Now all that's left is for the human warrior named Kramvor to complete his trial so he can take over the power of death and help him re-establish the authority of the Grim Reaper. But now a mysterious force has suddenly appeared, seemingly influencing the realm of death and slaughter.

If things continue to develop this way, that being could very well threaten the position of Kranzio the Reaper!

at the same time.

In the southwest of the continent, a rare divine oracle was also issued from the temple of a goddess. The goddess of strategy, the Red Knight, is symbolized by a red knight in a chess set with star-shaped pupils. This goddess is said to be the adopted daughter of the god of war, and her divine duties are strategy, planning, and tactics. Her domains include law, nobility, planning, and war.

The divine message from the goddess of strategy was obscure and mysterious, seemingly instructing her followers to find an unprecedented master tactician.

But in recent years, wars have been too frequent, and no such figures have emerged.

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(End of this chapter)