Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 565 - 102: Breaking Through the Holy Sanctuary! Annihilating the Gods!

Duncan’s figure kept galloping.

The nomads feared lightning, but as Duncan advanced, hundreds of Khan’s Personal Guards swore to follow him to death. Their steel flood pierced through tens of thousands of enemy formations, not pausing anywhere, as the valiant warriors continued to fight fiercely even after falling from their horses.

Finally, Duncan, with fewer than three hundred remaining, caught up with the fleeing Monte Ma II.

"Die for me!"

Duncan roared as if a Heavenly God was descending, and the death spear in his hand turned into a shadow, breaking through the air, piercing through the bodies of two attendants, and nailed Monte Ma II to the chariot.

The cold light of Grandfather’s battle axe slashed through the air.

Duncan leapt up, and under him, his divine horse let out a mournful cry under the strain, yet even with the blessings of the Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits, it knelt on the ground. A faint phantom of a majestic white horse merged with it, and it quickly galloped again, as it was the white horse god of the eastern grasslands, one of the fusion beliefs of the spirits.

Death!

Wielding Grandfather’s battle axe, Duncan raised a whirlwind of death, his heroic form crossing tens of meters before landing within the priesthood, leaving behind a sky full of torn limbs. They didn’t have time to cast spells, and even those they had were neutralized by the Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits. Within moments, dozens in the priesthood were cleanly slaughtered by him.

Thump.

Duncan, holding Grandfather’s battle axe, beheaded the High Priest and Monte Ma II, and then thrust his death spear into the air, lifting it high above his head. Behind him, fewer than a hundred of Khan’s Personal Guards regrouped as the enemy massively collapsed. Those elite cavalrymen lost in the chaos gradually came together, letting out frenzied battle cries as the marks of "Divine Favor" on them shone brightly.

—— Prairie Wind - Divine Favor Khan’s Personal Guard (Mythical Legion) [Divine Favor][Blessings of the Horse God]!

Victory!

Where Duncan’s figure reached, the armies of the Aztec Kingdom threw down their weapons and knelt, not knowing when the phantom of the feathered serpent god had dissipated, but the mark of "Feathered Serpent God’s Protection" still gleamed with brilliant golden light.

The mouth said no, but the body was very honest.

Though the feathered serpent god seemed indifferent to the belief here, he arrived faster than anyone when it came to the climactic battle.

Dimension Space.

From a God’s-eye view, Duncan saw the feathered serpent god take form as a thousand-meter-long giant serpent, its spread wings seemingly overshadowing the sun, battling the Sun God-Tonatiuh together with the will of Heaven gathered by the spirits.

Even Corn Goddess Yulani exerted all her strength, and every aspect under the will of the spirits, including totem beliefs of the prairie tribes and mythical incarnations of various ethnic groups, all emerged above the grand temple pyramids of Aztec.

Though often defeated, the spirits were never weak, nor cowardly.

Cowardly beliefs.

Could never take root in the vast grasslands.

Rumble!

A divine thunder of wrath pierced the sky.

At some point, the sun’s radiance dimmed, and the blood sacrifice altar atop the majestic temple pyramid collapsed with a roar.

The statue of Sun God-Tonatiuh showed cracks appearing.

Holy Sanctuary breakthrough!

Annihilate the gods!

The will of Heaven gathered by the spirits directly severed their reality foundation, erasing their existence.

Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Together with us.

Shatter the high heavens!

Conquer paradise!

Duncan, surprised by the spirits’ fervent will to battle, hastily tried to soothe their excitement.

Fight if you want, but don’t be so agitated.

The latter two steps can be avoided for now.

The spirits, when excited, seemed even more reckless than him.

—— "Eternal Choice of the Spirits!"

At some unknown moment.

A title, as if engraved with the marks of laws, appeared, directly reflecting the root, and even marked upon the dimension space.

The spirits’ assets were few, but they dared to give sincerely.

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