Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 547 - 97: Parting Ways! Borrowing Heaven’s Power to Sweep the World

Chapter 547: Chapter 97: Parting Ways! Borrowing Heaven’s Power to Sweep the World

Duncan felt that the current situation was very delicate.

It was not that he had no way to breach the Golden City, but the attitude of the Frenzied Gods was very ambiguous. Not everyone wanted to start a full-scale war because the Pantheon war had grown too large. The Barbarian Race army that convened began pillaging once they surrounded the Golden City. After coming all this way for war, it’s impossible not to seize some spoils.

"It seems after winning a few battles, they aren’t putting in as much effort."

Duncan’s gaze was deep and penetrating.

After all, these barbarians were nothing more than a motley crew. Many Barbarian tribes served different Divine Spirits, and without a true Barbarian King to rule them, once the attitude of the Priests of these Divine Spirits wavered slightly, the tribal chiefs and warriors began to hesitate.

Kratos had the Spartan Legion fight alongside him until the very end, even at the world’s brink, even if Sparta fell, his legion never wavered, daring even to draw blades against the Divine Spirits.

But Duncan did not have such an army; he was merely a military Commander in name.

Under the cover of night.

The figure of Witch Gleya silently emerged. She came to Duncan’s side and slowly said, "They might be preparing for peace talks."

"The priests of the Frenzied Gods have recently been moving."

Duncan nodded expressionlessly. He had already guessed this point, but he hadn’t expected it to come so quickly.

God Aman.

This Divine Spirit was very powerful. Even the main gods among the Frenzied Gods may not be able to defeat this powerful Sun God if they did not intervene personally.

In the most practical terms, from the beginning to the end, Duncan could not make the calls in this war.

Even though he bore the divine favor of Lady of Fury.

The Frenzied Gods were not the extremely weakened faith of Avalon. Duncan was the one who supported the Goddesses of Avalon, and they would stand firmly behind Duncan, sharing in the honor and losses with him, even preparing for war against other Pantheons.

But the Frenzied Gods would not; they were already very powerful. When it truly came down to a Pantheon showdown, they would first consider their own gains and losses.

Among the Frenzied Gods, probably only Lady of Fury would strongly support him, but that couldn’t change the overall situation.

Duncan’s foundation still could not sway the faith of the Divine Spirits.

Witch Gleya gazed at the silent Duncan. Beneath this man’s calm exterior was like a turbulent surge, and if peace talks were to commence now, the one to lose the most would be Duncan. He could miss a chance to become a king, or even be directly promoted to Demigod status.

The warriors fighting for the Frenzied Gods were now, because of interests, placed outside the game by the Frenzied Gods.

She hesitated for a moment, speaking softly, "The Frenzied Gods will definitely find a way to compensate you."

"But in just a few days, you will probably be relieved of your position as military Commander."

Indeed.

The very next day, many Barbarian chiefs and Priests united, citing Duncan’s severe injuries as a reason to propose promoting others as the new military Commander.

Hegel was angry because it was he who was being proposed, and he thought Duncan was more suitable.

But in the end, he agreed.

Because Duncan told him, he was the most suitable candidate now.

This siege seemed it would not take place.

A direct assault would lead to heavy casualties, besides which the Frenzied Gods had already taken a large piece of the pie. They wanted to digest it first.

Although Duncan was recuperating, the news never stopped coming.

In a very short period of time, the faith of the Frenzied Gods spread to the Dibite River basin, where the Oceanid who had once had intimate relations with Duncan was directly promoted to a full-fledged River God, with shrines and temples in nearby tribal kingdoms.

This was Lady of Fury’s compensation.

She seemed to carry a trace of guilt, the sea breeze that swept by no longer felt the same as before; it was as if Lady of Fury was gently caressing Duncan’s face.

Lady of Fury’s faith gradually spread along the coastline.

The other Frenzied Gods also expanded their faith beyond the Barbarian regions, with some Barbarians moving to the northern and southern boundaries, those who came out of the Great Snow Mountain becoming semi-nomadic fishing and hunting tribes, starting to form small countries.

"The Lady is willing to support you to become the King of the Northern Icefield Barbarians!"

The whisper of the Sea Spirit Bitch sounded in Duncan’s ear. She coiled around him like a captivating serpent, her delicate body trembling slightly, embraced Duncan as she murmured, "You will become the chieftain of the Northern Icefield."

"All coastal nations must bow beneath your feet." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"The vast sea is also your domain."

Duncan remained silent, his silence prompting the alluring Sea Spirit Bitch to serve even more diligently. But Duncan continued to remain silent; silence was already a statement of his stance.

He would not directly disrespect the Frenzied Gods, but silence already demonstrated his position.

The dying wish of the Human Form was already fulfilled.

He could fully separate from Hegel, and the Frenzied Gods could no longer ignore his presence.

The Sea Spirit Bitch softly said, "This is merely a mutual compromise."

"The Golden City will also compensate you. Soon, a beautiful princess will be sent to your tent, and the offspring you have with her may one day become the Golden King ruling over this land."

Duncan slowly spoke, "I will obey the Lady’s Oracle."

"But this is merely out of respect for Lady of Fury."

He intended to part ways with the Frenzied Gods.

At such a critical moment, taking away his military power and bypassing him entirely in peace talks, in short, they were playing him for a fool, and it was no wonder the Frenzied Gods had been scattered for thousands of years in the land of bitter cold.