Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 116: Destroy Faith! Seize the Priesthood!
A black dragon flag flutters.

Duncan led the general's guards on galloping horses and gradually approached a city wall in front. Although it was called the Great Wall, Hadrian's Wall was only about 120 kilometers long and could not be compared with the Great Wall of China. However, this wall protected the British Isles for hundreds of years.

"After more than 30 years, the British finally fought back to Hadrian's Wall."

In 368 AD, the Picts who moved south finally broke through the border wall. After that, Britannia fell into the vortex of war and was frequently attacked by both sea and land.

At this time, behind Duncan, flags were flying and armies were gathering. Many British veterans looked at the Great Wall ahead with tears in their eyes.

Finally fought back!

This was the border of the empire back then. The empire, with its overly vast territory, could no longer conquer other Celtic barbarians.

"Is this the prototype of the Great Wall in the North?" Duncan looked into the distance.

Hadrian's Wall includes city walls, watchtowers, forts and castles, and completely preserves the border defense system of the Roman Empire era.

It is a bit short, but the quality is still very good for the current era.

"Let me take you over the Great Wall!"

"Conquer everything in the British Isles!"

Duncan raised his whip, stood on a high point, looked down at the British army behind him, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, no one can laugh at the British people's weakness and incompetence!"

"You are also the bravest warriors of this era!"

boom!
Below Duncan, thousands of British soldiers roared and howled, their nearly century-long humiliation washed away in this moment. In this turbulent and chaotic world, it wasn't that the British were weak and incompetent, but rather that they hadn't yet waited for the king who would lead them into battle!
Under Duncan's command, the bravery of the native British people was no less than that of the German warriors, nor was it weaker than the veterans of the Imperial Legion.

The British people's will to resist was forged in blood, and they never lacked the courage to fight to the death.

Even the newly reorganized Indigo Highland Swordsmen were eager to prove their bravery on the battlefield.

Don't know when.

Someone knelt on one knee in the direction of Duncan, and soon it was like a wave, with thousands of people kneeling down one after another. In the sunlight, Duncan's back was as majestic as a giant, and the fluttering dragon flag was also fluttering in the wind.

Behind the crowd.

Merlin, who had turned back into the three-star silver-gray mark, was speechless for a long time. He knew that the era of King Arthur would never come, and all his prophecies were just a joke.

Today, Britannia has only one King!

That is Duncan.

With his royal authority, he restored the courage of the British people, allowing them to hold their heads high and face all foreign enemies in this turbulent world.

Sonorous.

Duncan looked at the army gathering behind him, drew the sword of the Oath Keeper at his waist, and pointed it to the north of Hadrian's Wall.

"Over the Great Wall!"

"Northern Expedition!"

"Conquer everything we see!"

With flags flying, Sarmatian riders, holding high the dragon flag, crossed Hadrian's Wall, and behind them, elite British legions were ready to go.

For hundreds of years.

Since the Empire guarded Hadrian's Wall, the Imperial Legion has never attempted to conquer Scotland. Today they will set a precedent and completely incorporate the lands that the Empire has failed to conquer into the rule of Britannia.

The Raven Queen, Triss, was also very excited. She knew more. After spurring her horse to catch up with Duncan, she lagged behind by half a step.

A faint and desolate horn sounded.

In the vast army, most people were unaware, but there were a few German warriors who looked up at the distant sky with puzzled expressions, as if they faintly heard the sound of Nordic sacrificial horns, as if it was an auditory hallucination.

The Raven Queen, Triss, stared into the distance, and in a trance, she seemed to see a Valkyrie with a golden helmet and bird wings.

The Valkyrie held a golden dragon horn in her hand. Behind her, two Valkyries with bird-winged silver helmets followed. The leader blew the attack horn of the War of the Gods towards the north of Hadrian's Wall.

At this moment, it was as if the myth was reflecting reality without the knowledge of mortals.

To the north of Hadrian's Wall, in the dense primeval forest, faint whispers echoed, as if responding, or as if struggling.

at the same time.

In the direction of the Kingdom of Camelot, in the Sanctuary of Avalon, Severus has assembled the Druids and is holding a grand sacrificial ceremony.

Bards sang epic poems from ancient times.

In the rising mist, the guardian fairies of Avalon emerged in the form of phantoms. Behind them were teams of fully armed green knights. They were dressed in heavy armor and wore masks. They appeared in the sacrificial sanctuary in silence, surrounded by the spirits of Avalon.

"Northern Expedition!"

Thetis no longer appeared as a gentle and beautiful woman, but a Celtic Valkyrie clad in a skirt and armor. She tied up her long, flowing hair, raised the Sword of Promise of Victory, pointed it in the direction of Scotland and Ireland, and said in a firm voice, "Unite the Celtic faith!"

The figures of the green knights disappeared one after another.

On the sacrificial stone of the Avalon Sanctuary, the runes representing the guardian fairies gradually dimmed, but soon in the surrounding fog, the Avalon sacrificial stones and Avalon Sacred Forest in other directions all lit up with a faint spiritual light.

The Druids have sealed off the Sacred Forest of Stone Sacrifice. As the sacrificial rituals in various places resonate, teams of Green Knights suddenly appear in other directions of the British Isles.

They were like being teleported, using the Avalon Stone as an anchor, gradually approaching the altar in the direction of Scotland.

The night wind howled.

In the northeast of Scotland, in a large Pict tribe, a cluster of fire suddenly appeared in the sacred grove. Then the panicked Druid priest opened his eyes, closed his eyes and prayed as if listening to something, and quickly hurried to the direction of the chief's hall.

"war……"

"The sacrificial sanctuary was destroyed... The man who called himself the King of Britain..."

"He wants to conquer the tribes..."

Inside the Chief's Hall.

Drest frowned, staring at the priest in front of him who was a little excited and incoherent. Fear made the priest tremble slightly. Through the illusion of the gods' warning, he saw the flames of war spreading across the jungles of Scotland. Sacred forests and holy places were razed to the ground by powerful armies. Those tribes that refused to surrender were all slaughtered. The blood dyed the earth red. The scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood foreshadowed the destruction of their tribe.

Next to the chief, a barbarian guard in his forties, his chest bare, revealing streaks of indigo tattoos, asked with a puzzled expression, "The Governor of the British Province wants to conquer us?"

"Has he forgotten the lessons of the empire's disastrous defeat?"

For more than two hundred years, it was always the Picts who invaded Britain. When was it their turn to attack Scotland?
The Scottish jungles were not suitable for the Empire's legions to fight in, and the Picts were very brave and warlike, often scaring the Empire's garrisons with terrifying charges on the battlefield.

Drest was the leader of the Picts, later known as Drest I.

It was he who led the Picts in repeated invasions, and even the Saxons suffered at his hands.

At this moment, the prestigious leader's expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "British Governor Duncan has unified the provinces of the Empire and defeated the invading Saxons."

"He'll have to fight us sooner or later." "But I didn't expect him to lead his army across the Great Wall and attack us."

If you don't fight north of the Great Wall, you are not the King of Britain.

At this time, an old man dressed as a druid stood up and asked, "Does he want to retake the Anthony Wall?"

This was also the border built by the empire back then, but it was soon abandoned. It can't even be considered the Great Wall, but just a low defensive border wall. Now only a pile of broken stones remains.

Drest shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Duncan killed the legendary Whip of God."

"He personally led the army on an expedition, it's impossible that it was just to expand the border."

"Send someone to inform the chiefs of other tribes immediately."

"Call the Guards."

"We'll try to hold them back in the Rocks Forest."

At this time, the Picts still had a loose tribal system, similar to the Germanic Barbarian Alliance. They had a powerful military leader, but the rest of the time, many chiefs were in charge of their own territories. Scotland was even more remote. After the invasion, Drest directly moved the tribe to the outside of Hadrian's Wall where the land was more fertile.

The military system of the tribal system is to urgently summon warriors from other tribes after a war breaks out. They will only deploy in advance when invading England and looting.

These days, everyone robs the rich, and conquering the barbarians' land is always a losing business.

Duncan plays too fast!
Almost as soon as they reached the border, they crossed Hadrian's Wall, giving the many Pictish tribes no chance to react.

All Drest could do now was buy time and hold out until reinforcements from other tribes arrived.

at the same time.

In a dense jungle, flames were burning high into the sky and cries of grief and wailing filled the night sky. Kulin led the Gallic warriors with an expressionless face, checking the corpses on the ground and giving them another blow if they were still breathing.

This was a small Pictish tribe, with only about three to four thousand people.

When faced with the British army crossing the Great Wall, these Picts were obviously very surprised. They had been actively attacking for more than two hundred years, but this was the first time they were beaten back to their homeland.

But after the surprise, they counterattacked. The Picts were more brave than the rumors said. They only had a few hundred soldiers, but they dared to launch a counterattack against the vanguard legion.

But what greeted them was a sky full of javelins.

The vanguard led by Cullen braved the rain of heads thrown at him and led the Gallic sworn warriors to charge head-on. They killed dozens of British head-throwers in one wave and surrounded and killed more than a dozen Celtic warriors using black swords, and finally successfully defeated the enemy's counterattack.

"Destroy the sacrificial stone!"

Kulin was covered in blood at this moment. He killed a woman who tried to attack him with one knife. He had just killed the woman's husband.

The Picts were extremely brave, and their women were not to be underestimated, as they also participated in the looting. Not far away, the surrendered barbarian civilians all knelt on the ground and trembled, and in the darkness, the figures of the British Druids also appeared.

"This place is dedicated to Gwanu, the Pictish god of forges."

The old druid had a cold expression and said calmly, "Burn all the idols near the sacrificial stone and erase the mark of Gwanu's oath."

"Those original Druid priests who are willing to convert will be kept, and those who are unwilling will be executed!"

Cut down mountains and destroy temples!

The means must be cruel and the enemy must not be given any chance to revive.

The Governor is right. Celtic beliefs are too chaotic and mixed. Avalon must unify its beliefs.

not far away.

The barbarians of the Pict tribe watched the sacred forest burn with a huge fire. Some were afraid, some cried, some were furious, and some tried to resist, but the rebels were killed without mercy.

If you want to bury the old faith, you must get rid of those fanatics.

There is no room for mercy.

The fire burned all night.

In the firelight, the British Druid Order had rearranged the sacrificial ceremony. As the glimmer of light emerged on the horizon, a faint mist rose, and teams of Avalon Green Knights, invisible to the naked eye, appeared in the sacred forest of the converted sacrifice.

The Druids carved the seal of their oath to protect the fairies into the original sacrificial stone forest, and then destroyed all traces of the old faith.

The guardian fairies will take over the tribe's religious rituals.

However, this is not the core area of Gwanu's faith. If one wants to destroy the secular belief in this god, one must destroy his sacrificial sanctuary.

It's bright!

Duncan appeared here. He looked down at the barbarian captives kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Have you killed all the chiefs and nobles?"

Kulin's face was full of murderous intent. He wiped the blood off his face and nodded, saying, "Kill all those who dare to resist."

Duncan nodded calmly and said, "Then distribute the land equally among the common people."

"First, divide the lands that originally belonged to those chiefs and nobles. In the name of the British Governor, grant them the status of freemen."

"There is only one condition."

"Must convert to the Faith of Avalon!"

There is no free lunch in the world, and it is impossible to give them land for free. Only the Picts who convert to the faith of Avalon can be allocated a portion of land and regain their freedom. The others will still be barbarian captives, and will be considered as labor force when thrown into the mines in the future.

Britain still has many mineral resources.

What Duncan wanted to destroy was the ruling class composed mainly of tribal chiefs. The Pictish civilians would have to be resettled in the future. After all, the British in England did not like this place.

It's too remote.

All this is just the beginning. Duncan wants to destroy all the sacrificial stones, sacred forests, and holy places of Gwanu, and replace all religious sacrifices on this land with the faith of Avalon.

If possible, Duncan will also try to seize Gwanu's priestly laws!
As for who to assign these priesthoods to, or whether to use them himself, that was something to be considered later. If possible, Duncan even wanted to give a priesthood to Triss, the Raven Queen.

It’s just that it’s too difficult for mortals to become gods in this era.

The Scourge of God - Attila destroyed the holy places along the way and also used the gods of shamanism to devour the gods of the indigenous people. He did not say that he would also be named a god.

Duncan was destined to kill a lot of people in this battle, killing some and winning over others, dividing the classes and forcing people to change their beliefs.

He was responsible for starting with killing, and the guardian fairies of Avalon were responsible for ending with comfort.

Anyone who dares to resist now will die.

Just change your beliefs!

It’s not like we don’t have the protection of Celtic gods, so what could be more important than having enough food to eat?
There is no need for those stubborn guys to exist anymore.

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(End of this chapter)