Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 511 - 86: Backlash! Curse

Isaac Island.

This is Duncan’s final stop in his conquest of the South Islands. There’s no proper kingdom here, just a group of indigenous people who make a living by fishing. However, it’s considered an important freshwater supply point, and it was once plagued by a mythical beast that, upon being slain, corrupted the land. It’s also the only island where nearly half the terrain is desert.

"Isaac?"

"The name sounds somewhat familiar."

Duncan stepped onto the semi-desert island. Behind him, Witch Gleya softly said, "This place worships the Philistine’s Main God, Dagon."

"Although His faith has weakened considerably, it’s not to be underestimated either."

Hmm?

Dagon?

The name felt even more familiar.

Duncan turned his head to glance at Gleya beside him and asked, "Isn’t Dagon the legendary demon?"

Witch Gleya replied softly, "That’s just a distorted rumor."

"He was originally one of the Main Gods of the Semites."

"A Divine Spirit who presided over agriculture, and later, as the power of the oceans was strengthened, he became the Sea God of the Semites."

In monotheistic records, some entries are related to Dagon, such as ’The Philistines moved the Ark of God from Ebenezer to Ashdod,’ ’The Philistines took the Ark of God into Dagon’s temple and set it beside Dagon,’ ’The next day, the people of Ashdod arose early and saw that Dagon had fallen on his face on the ground before the Ark of the Lord, so they set Dagon in his place again,’ ’The following morning when they rose, there was Dagon, fallen on his face on the ground before the Ark of the Lord. His head and hands had been broken off and were lying on the threshold; only his body remained’ and so on.

Dagon was counted among the earliest of the Primordial Gods to be destroyed.

By the coastline, Duncan saw the shrine altar dedicated to Dagon, very simple, with carvings of a half-human, half-fish image, vastly different from what he imagined a demon to be.

Hegel also examined this foreign god, shrugged, and said, "Doesn’t look strong enough or imposing enough."

Duncan said in a low voice, "Be careful."

"Even a declining divine spirit was once a True God."

The Semites.

An ancient human branch, seemingly coming from the Root World. After all, the Root World has many rumors about the Otherworld, and it’s not impossible they were taken by the Divine Spirit to another world when they couldn’t compete with monotheism.

The group quickly made camp.

Now Duncan has nearly controlled many islands along the southern coast. Although there are only a handful of larger islands, collectively they span several hundred thousand square kilometers, with a very sparse population totaling just over two hundred thousand people.

A dim moonlight shone on the coastline.

Duncan didn’t know why, but he felt a slight unease today, as if sensing something in the void, preventing him from immediately falling asleep.

When he got up, he saw Hegel walking out from the opposite tent as well.

Hegel also wore a frowning expression, saying in a low voice, "Something feels amiss."

Barbarians have a strong sixth sense, born with a wild intuitive nature.

"It feels too quiet."

Duncan looked up; apart from the sound of wind and waves from the distant coastline, nearly no other sounds could be heard, even those pirates were unusually quiet.

Woo Woo Woo!

A strange wailing sea wind arose.

Hegel’s expression suddenly changed, saying in a low voice, "The Furious Gods warn us!"

At this moment.

A wisp of flame emerged, and Witch Gleya’s figure appeared behind them, her expression solemn as she slowly said, "It’s Ritual Magic."

"Someone has placed a Curse on you."

As soon as she finished speaking.

In the distance, the darkness seemed to swell with fleeting outlines, as if they didn’t exist in the real world, summoned directly from the realm of the dead through some form of Ritual Magic.

The figure of the pirate Annie also alertly emerged, and other barbarians woke one after another, stirred by the unknown murderous intent.

Within the Dimension Space.

At some point, Duncan’s projection page had changed, the corner mark shifting from the reality plane to the domain of the deceased.

"Are we encountering the Undead?"

Duncan hefted his heavy gun. They had brought only over a hundred people on this trip, as the local area had only a few indigenous tribes, making it unnecessary to bring many. Nearby, everyone seemed to have gone silent, as though in deep slumber, only a few Elite Units reacting promptly.

——Anubis’s Death Servants (Undead) (Two-star Silver Gray).

——Set’s Mummy Guards (Undead) (Three-star Silver Gray).

——Egyptian Pharaoh Mummies (Undead) (Four-star Silver Gray). [Note: In 3000 BC, Set used to be the guardian god of the Pharaoh, later replaced and transformed into an evil god.]

——Desert Mummies (Two-star).

——Death Legion (One-star).

All around, gravel gathered into mummies, and skeletons clawed their way from underground, bandages wrapping around their bodies, appearing much like dried corpses.

"Weren’t all the mummies eaten by Europeans?"

"Why are there still so many?"

Duncan quipped a cold joke to himself, his expression turning gradually solemn, not knowing how many Undead awoke in the dark night. Most were dried-corpse-like death warriors, a few were mummies wrapped in bandages, leading them was an ancient Pharaoh, unknown in name, surely one that left no legend.

"Someone has cursed you." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Witch Gleya had already begun chanting, her expression heavy, "A very powerful High Priest."

"They’ve summoned the legion of the deceased from the Netherworld."