Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 103: The Power of One Person, the Resurrection of the Myth! (+ additional chapters per subscription)

After King Uther's death.

The Sarmatians of Britain had only one lord to whom they owed allegiance.

Those knights who were truly loyal to King Uther got what they wanted. A dozen or so Ragger knights were executed by Duncan, and the rest were willing to surrender.

Clegane hurried over and said respectfully, "My lord."

"The prisoners have been accommodated."

"Some of the Raguel Knights are willing to surrender. Will they be incorporated into the Imperial Armoured Cavalry? Or will they be formed into their own army?"

Duncan also unified the Sarmatian immigrants on the British Isles, from which he could recruit outstanding riders in the future, and even expand the Knights of Raguel if he could financially sustain it.

At this moment, in front of him was a very huge round table.

Duncan looked at the huge round table in front of him, which was large enough to seat dozens of people, with great interest. He said in a deep voice, "Just organize a team of Raguel heavy cavalry."

“The original red dragon flag is still retained.”

The battle went smoothly with almost no casualties, and Duncan might have reached Hadrian's Wall by the end of the year.

Clegane nodded respectfully, "Yes, my lord."

After destroying the Kingdom of Camelot, Duncan almost controlled many indigenous forces in the entire British Isles. With his current strength, he could barely fight against the Franks, but Britain had inherent geographical disadvantages and insufficient population, and the gap with France was still quite large.

The grand strategy is not to end after defeating the Franks. After defeating the Franks, we have to face the Visigothic Kingdom and guard against barbarian invasions.

Unless Duncan intends to be like Alexander the Great, fighting wherever he can and letting the empire fall apart immediately upon his death, he still has to work hard to improve his internal strength.

In addition, an important news came back from Italy recently.

The Hun Empire may be about to perish!

After the death of Attila, the Scourge of God, the vast empire he conquered began to crumble. His sons vyed for power, and barbarian rebellions loomed in the rear. Under these circumstances, they desperately needed war to divert internal conflict and rebuild the hearts of the Hun Empire with a victory.

They only have one last chance.

If a great victory was not won and an outstanding leader did not emerge to reunite the Hun Empire, even if the war was just a stalemate, the Hun Empire would be completely divided and destroyed.

"This is the final glimmer of hope."

Duncan put down the secret letter sent from the Italian Peninsula, put his legs on the huge round table, and said calmly, "Burn this table."

"The Empire has no need for the Knights of the Round Table."

Attila's sons are not talented enough, and the Hun Empire's invasion next year will be much smaller in scale. As long as Aetius can hold on for three months, they will collapse from within.

History has changed, and Duncan doesn't know where things will go next. He can only wait and see.

It's getting dark.

Duncan divided the Kingdom of Camelot into administrative districts, revoked Severus's position as commander of the British Legion, and appointed him tribune of the Welsh district, a position he would later change. Severus' fingers were slightly disabled, after all, and he might pursue a career in civil service.

The British Isles lacked talent and education was extremely backward, so Duncan could only temporarily adopt the imperial provincial system of management.

The smell of blood in the castle has not completely dissipated.

Duncan stood on a high tower, gazing out at the dark sea in the distance. Unbeknownst to him, the figure of the Raven Queen, Triss, appeared behind him and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

A breeze blew by.

Duncan looked at the Raven Queen's gently fluttering black hair and said slowly, "I'm thinking about the legendary Shadow Kingdom."

Many Romans and Greeks also had black hair.

On the contrary, many of the Germanic people had blond hair and blue eyes, similar to the Europeans of later generations.

The Raven Queen, Triss, pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Are you worried about Scathach?"

The legendary Queen of the Shadow Kingdom.

She was also the teacher of the mythical hero Cú Chulainn, renowned for her extraordinary combat skills and the teachings of his renowned 'Lance of the Piercing Deaththorn'. The Shadow Realm is the most perilous place of trial in Celtic faith, and only warriors who have passed its many trials can earn her approval.

Duncan shook his head slightly and said slowly: "Scathach may be very strong, but I am not weak either."

"What I fear are the legendary artifacts and some gods that may not have completely disappeared."

"Besides."

"We don't know where the Shadow Kingdom is yet."

The Raven Queen, Triss, frowned slightly and said softly, "We don't know, but Merlin definitely knows."

"The Land of Shadows is one of the other worlds."

"But since it's connected to reality, there must be an entrance."

Cave heaven and blessed land.

At least in Duncan's cognition, the Kingdom of Shadows is like a hidden paradise, located on the boundary between life and death. Most of the people in it are dead, but the living can also enter to practice and test.

Duncan turned and stared at Triss, the Raven Queen, and asked slowly, "Is Cu Chulainn dead?"

Lancer brother.

Although it is Lucky E, his combat power is beyond doubt, reaching the limit of mortals, and he is close to being a mythical hero who is half human and half god.

The Raven Queen, Triss, thought for a moment and shook her head, "Probably not yet."

"Cú Chulainn and the Dragon Slayer, Saint George, were contemporaries, and it was only about three hundred years ago."

"His legend is still sung by bards."

"Even if the body dies, the soul will probably return to the Kingdom of Shadows."

Duncan seemed to have anticipated this and asked with a hint of confusion, "Why has the Dragon Slayer, Saint George, lived so long?"

This is a real old guy.

It’s more than three hundred years old.

The Raven Queen, Triss, said in a serious tone, "Dragon Blood. He is also known as Saint George the Dragonblood."

"He performed some special ritual by bathing in dragon's blood."

"In fact, he had been asleep for over two hundred years until the power of the Holy Grail awakened him completely."

The Holy Grail again?

Duncan asked slowly, "How much do you know about the Holy Grail?" Triss, the Raven Queen, shook her head slightly and said, "Not many people have seen the real Holy Grail."

"Some even doubt whether it really exists."

"However, according to legend, it possesses the power to bring the dead back to life, and is even said to be able to perform miracles that can bring myths back to reality."

Miracle?

Duncan looked up in confusion.

The Raven Queen, Triss, whispered, "A miracle is a divine act, something that is difficult for mortals to accomplish."

"Moses parted the Red Sea."

“Jesus died and rose again.”

"The Ten Plagues of Egyptian Legend."

Greek mythology is slightly different from other myths. The sanctuary in Greek mythology is real and is the easiest sanctuary of gods to find, because it is a symbol of the era when humans and gods lived together.

Duncan has not seen the gods descend to display their power, but among the many legends, God should be the most active one at present.

The Raven Queen, Triss, stared at Duncan. She was silent for a long time, as if hesitating about something. Finally, she said slowly, "In fact, the Greek gods still have an artifact left in the real world."

“That is also their miracle.”

Ok?
You have a magic weapon? Why didn't you take it out earlier?
Duncan looked surprised and suddenly thought of something. There are not many things in Greek mythology that can be regarded as miracles, and most of them symbolize ominous things.

If the Queen of Crows doesn't give it to herself, could it be that it's not a good thing?

Given their close relationship, it is impossible for the Raven Queen to hide anything.

Duncan pondered for a moment and said tentatively, "It shouldn't be the golden apple and the golden fleece."

"Pandora's Box?"

Triss, the Raven Queen, seemed surprised by Duncan's wisdom and nodded slightly. "It has lost its extraordinary power and is sealed in the city of Athens, in the sanctuary of Athena, the goddess of wisdom."

"After the church banned the worship of Athena, the giant temple there was also sealed."

Why would I open Pandora's box?
Duncan thought it was something good, but this thing is hard to say.

The Raven Queen, Triss, came to Duncan's side and whispered, "There's something I haven't told you until recently. Anya and I finally confirmed it."

Duncan was slightly surprised and asked, "What's the matter?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, had a grave expression on her face. She spoke in a serious tone, "Your presence is awakening the power of the mythical age!"

Ok?
Do they know too?

The Raven Queen observed Duncan's expression and whispered, "When Anya and I were by your side, we both felt a vortex of magical power."

"The weaker the spellcaster, the more obvious the feeling will be."

Duncan suddenly realized, "So you arranged two witches to be my personal advisors?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, nodded gently. Actually, the two witches had other uses, but Duncan was so busy with so many things that he didn't think about it. Duncan was lustful, but he hadn't touched any of the two young witches or seven or eight beautiful maids around him. But he wasn't lustful, but he loved to pile on people. He even had a wild night in Avalon, even more wild than Caesar.

Thinking of this, the Raven Queen Triss couldn't help but blush.

It's not that Duncan isn't lustful, he just finds things too troublesome. If he were to hang out with women all day, he wouldn't have the energy to do anything else.

He pondered for a moment and said, "What are the consequences?"

Duncan wanted to hear the judgment of professionals on this matter.

The Raven Queen, Triss, shook her head slightly. "I don't know either. But beings related to you are likely to be affected by certain mythical powers."

“When you become strong enough to a certain critical point, it may lead to a small-scale mythological revival.”

"The world will also change because of you!"

The great decline of mythology has only occurred in the past two or three hundred years. The Celtic hero Cú Chulainn was so powerful he could easily defeat a hundred people. How can we describe this change? Using the style of martial arts novels, the transition from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils to The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber has seen a decline in the power of everyone except for eccentric characters like Zhang Sanfeng.

Duncan is the freak now, just like a group of martial artists with a cultivator mixed in.

If he really succeeds.

Others would begin to question their lives, and the change he brought was that no one practiced martial arts anymore and everyone started to study cultivation.

Not to mention what Duncan wants to do now, unifying the Celtic beliefs, which would be a big event in the mythological era.

in history.

The next ups and downs of the myth would not occur until many years later, probably when vampires were born.

This is a case of there being no more monsters, so vampires are brought in to make up the numbers.

You can't pull out a dragon in the 14th century AD, that would be too exaggerated.

While the two were talking.

Suddenly, Duncan's expression changed. The Raven Queen, Triss, beside him, also looked serious. She asked in a serious tone, "What's the matter?"

Duncan jumped down and said in a deep voice, "Someone!"

Don't know when.

His pupils had already shown a hint of ice blue, but they had not turned into vertical dragon eyes. Duncan suspected that the others felt the magic vortex because of the dragon blood engraved in his body.

——Scathach’s Shadow Guardian (Shadow Realm) (Ghost) (Two-star silver-gray)!
Dimensional space.

In the projection page from a God's perspective, the figure of a nimble woman was flying through the sacred forest. She had no real entity, but was like a ghost, leaping over the branches, occasionally landing and running, and her speed was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Sonorous!

Duncan's figure slid down from a cliff more than ten meters high. The moment he landed, he rolled to relieve the force. The sword of the Oathkeeper was unsheathed. At some point, the sword was also shrouded in a faint spiritual light.

He was like a demon hunter, accelerating and leaping, flying more than ten meters into the air, and after landing, he rushed into the Holy Forest.

The Raven Queen, Triss, followed closely behind, descending like a feather.

But when running, he is basically the same as an ordinary person and can't keep up with Duncan's speed at all.

………………

(End of this chapter)