Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 506 - 84: Slaying the Hero! (Part 2)

Even if you are a legendary hero, you can’t have everything.

Barrytheus was silent.

He simply held the giant sword steadily, pointing it at Duncan and Hegel before him, and said slowly, "Let’s fight!"

"As long as you defeat me, you too will be legendary heroes."

"Someday in the future."

"You will also face the same choices as I do!"

A hero in twilight fears death too.

If words could solve problems, there wouldn’t be so much slaughter in this world.

Duncan lifted the heavy ancestral battle axe, one hand on his shield, the other on the axe, and beside him, Hegel with a complex expression looked up, gradually becoming more determined to fight, as he gripped his warhammer with both hands, exchanged a glance with Duncan, and together they launched their attack on Barrytheus.

These undead warriors resurrected from overseas couldn’t stop them at all.

Boom!

The rubble on the palace square flew like cannonballs; although Barrytheus appeared burly, his strength was comparable to the two barbarians. Duncan forcibly tore off his Pegasus wings. If he had those wings, he’d have a fighting chance, but now, under the siege of the two violent barbarians, he couldn’t even take out the catapult to wield it.

Duncan wouldn’t give him the chance.

Bam!

The impact waves formed by their clash shattered the majestic hero statue, the surrounding divine shrines faded, and all collapsed uproariously.

Hegel smashed Barrytheus’s knee with his hammer, and the falling flesh seemed to be made of clay, mingled with remnants of blood and meat, while Duncan suddenly performed a jump slash, and the grandfather axe drew a cold arc, slashing towards Barrytheus’s head; he tilted his head in the nick of time, and the grandfather axe got stuck directly in his shoulder.

Duncan didn’t hesitate, releasing the axe and delivering a heavy punch to Barrytheus’s head, spilling not fresh blood, but a mixture of blood and earth.

Hegel let out a roar, grabbed Barrytheus’s right leg, and astonishingly lifted this giant creature.

Crash!

A swift shoulder throw, and Barrytheus slammed into the ground like a cannonball, creating a web-shaped crater with a diameter of several dozen meters on the entire square.

Duncan’s figure pounced forward.

Great Frenzy!

His fists, like raindrops, pounded heavily onto Barrytheus’s head, directly crushing his skull, with scattered bones turning to rock, and flying flesh turning to earth, an eyeball flew out, caught and slowly crushed by Hegel’s hand beside him.

"One day, you will become like me too..."

Barrytheus was very strong.

Ordinary legends probably weren’t his match, but he encountered two extraordinary beings; both Duncan and Hegel weren’t people anyone could easily deal with.

Boom!

Duncan heavily smashed his head into the dirt, then gripped Barrytheus’s head with both hands and, letting out a shout, directly twisted his mangled head off.

Streams of dark blood gushed out.

Duncan held Barrytheus’s head, watching the faint light fading from his pupils, calmly saying, "If we can reach that point, we will seek immortality."

"If we lack the power, we will calmly accept our fate of death."

He placed Barrytheus’s head on the ground.

Then, Duncan lifted the grandfather axe, weighed it in his hand, swung it down, and split the head of this legendary hero in half.

A faint glow of divinity emerged.

Very weak.

Just two points, one point gathered every hundred years, precisely two hundred years.

One strand flew towards Hegel, another integrated into Duncan’s body.

Hegel, who naturally possessed a trace of divinity, could also absorb divinity, although the script was now different, as long as Hegel stayed beside Duncan, he would be sung by people.

A little appetizer.

Duncan looked at the congealed filthy blood on the ground, motioned to Annie Potter beside him, and her expression was one of shock.

——"Hero’s Blood (Corrupted): Unknown curiosities that can be applied to the Cup of Blood and other curiosities."

"With mine and Hegel’s strength."

"If we join forces, as long as it isn’t a Skull Mark entity, ordinary five-star legends are basically not our opponents."

"If there is a six-star unit, we might still face it head-on."

Driven to the edge.

Together, they could even slash at ordinary divine avatars.

Under Duncan’s command, all Barrytheus’s statue shrines were destroyed, and in the future, they would be replaced by the shrines of Furious Gods, especially the Lady of Fury, who would likely have a temple built here.

A fighter should have the awareness of a fighter.

Neither Duncan nor Hegel reached the threshold of becoming gods.

Hegel didn’t know what he was pondering.

He suddenly looked up at Duncan and said slowly, "Is this the end for heroes?"

"Will we end up like this too?"

Duncan replied calmly, "All mortals will die; if you can face it calmly, it wouldn’t be unworthy of a true warrior."

Beside him, Crete nodded in profound agreement.

In Crete’s opinion, Barrytheus enjoyed so much glory and battle, slept with many beautiful women, his offspring ruled a kingdom for hundreds of years, if he’s dead, he’s dead, what’s there to be afraid of?

As long as he pursued glory, he would return home, boast every day, enjoy life, and finally die quietly of old age in front of his descendants.

If still unsatisfied, go to the Great Snow Mountain in old age to slay dragons, dying gloriously in battle.