Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 538 - 94: Four Gods Felled in One Day! (Part 1)_2

Chapter 538: Chapter 94: Four Gods Felled in One Day! (Part 1)_2

After speaking, Hegel took out a jar and handed it to Duncan.

Blu had been chopped into minced meat.

They had gathered it bit by bit from the ground, then burned it into ashes and brought it over.

— Hegel (Thunder Warrior) (Slaughter Condensed) (Frenzy) (Blood-red Five Stars).

Dimension Space.

From the perspective of the gods, Hegel’s mark exuded a hint of blood-red slaughter. He even seemed like a gradually darkening Hercules, with eyes filled with blood threads suppressing a prehistoric beast within.

The nobles of the entire Montuka Kingdom were minced into meat by his fury, leaving not one spared.

Duncan remained silent for a long time, reached out and took the jar, smearing Blu’s ashes on his cheek and chest. This was a ritual of the Barbarian Race.

No matter which Divine Spirit Blu had once believed in, the Furious Gods would be willing to accept his soul after death.

Hegel said in a deep voice, "He died with great honor."

"But I."

"Lost my honor..."

To a Barbarian who values honor, admitting to losing it is akin to a knife being stabbed into their heart. They can die in battle, but cannot be without honor.

The cold northern wind blew through Hegel’s gray-white hair. He seemed like a hero in his twilight years, no longer full of youthful vigor.

He had become silent and reserved, with even his fury hidden beneath a calm exterior.

Hegel was no longer the once high-spirited Barbarian who thought he could conquer the world by force.

Duncan patted his shoulder and turned to leave.

Old friends fell like leaves in the wind, gradually withering away. Of the Barbarians who had set out from the Northern Land, few were still alive.

Warriors have a strong sense of heroism, their lives akin to exploding fireworks.

The true target the enemy wanted to kill was Hegel.

Although Duncan was not clear about what had happened, he could roughly guess some things.

At dawn the next day.

Duncan stood inside the camp, gazing across the river at Prometheus, who was still clad in that exceedingly luxurious gold armor, standing on a chariot adorned with gold and jewels, making people want to throw a javelin at him.

The wound Duncan had inflicted had already healed, yet Prometheus still felt a faint pain in his lower back upon seeing Duncan and Hegel.

The Barbarian Race’s army approached.

Prometheus also got everything he wanted, truly controlling the army of the Golden City, and the gods had already set the stage. Now was the time for the Legendary Heroes to perform. However, he didn’t know that the authority granted by the gods wasn’t so easily taken, and if this war ended in failure, he would fall into an abyss of eternal damnation.

The gods would only give him one chance.

What Prometheus needed most now was to prove himself. He had already defeated Hegel once, and now if he could keep Duncan from crossing the Nibblet River, then the Golden Coast would gain the strategic initiative.

Amidst the waves of the river.

A rather towering figure emerged from the waves. He stood on the river, taunting the Barbarian Race’s army, with the enormous Blade of Death seemingly about to raise a tidal wave.

— Fayoum (Crocodile God’s Favored) (River Messenger) (Divine Descendant) (Five Star Gold)!

This was likely the Legendary Hero who had given Hegel trouble.

Upon seeing his old opponent’s figure, Hegel immediately became restless. He stepped forward, just about to speak, when Duncan reached out to stop him.

This battle must be decisive!

Otherwise, if they were blocked on the opposite side of the river, reinforcements from the Golden Coast would come continuously, and dragging the battle on would not benefit the Barbarian Race. After all, they were a coalition of tribes, and their discipline wasn’t much better than the Germanic Barbarians.

Duncan hefted his heavy ancestral battle axe onto his shoulder, looked at the people around him, and slowly turned to walk toward the wide river.

"Lady of Fury!"

"Please watch over me!"

Duncan rarely had the opportunity to take action himself, so he didn’t like being a Commander, because Commanders didn’t have many chances to kill the enemy directly.

This horse-riding emperor could only act during decisive moments.

The discipline of the Barbarians was difficult to describe.

If he didn’t personally Command, it would result in chaotic fighting because the Barbarians, being mostly illiterate, only his Command could mobilize so many people, and if anyone else tried to Command an army of ten thousand, chaos would break out.

Seeing their Commander personally enter the fray, the surrounding Barbarians couldn’t help becoming restless.

They let out fervent war cries, some pounded their chests, while others chanted war songs to boost morale. Barbarians loved watching their Commander fight. As soon as the Commander charged, the other Barbarians would immediately roar and charge forward.

This had both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage was explosive morale, but the disadvantage was that as soon as Duncan started fighting, the Barbarians would think it was time for a full assault, each entering a Frenzy State.

In the scenario of a duel like today, it was slightly better, but when the two armies confronted each other, it was truly a group of Germanic Berserkers.

Duncan had never had such difficulty Commanding the Germanic Barbarians in the Root World.

Can you imagine a scenario where the right wing pressing forward, while the left wing and Central Army had already launched a full attack?

Both wings charged faster than the Central Army!

An invisible golden radiance fell.

Duncan prayed for the Divine Grace of the Lady of Fury, allowing him to walk and run on the water. As his figure began to accelerate, amidst the roars of millions of Barbarians, their Commander, the chosen of the Furious Gods, leapt onto the mighty river waves.