Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 118 Shattering Reality! God-Slaying War!
Roar!
Waves of war cries rang out, and behind Duncan, the Gallic sworn warriors had already rushed up. They were a bit like the trap camp of the Three Kingdoms period, elite heavy armored infantry with high morale and amazing physique. They could fight most of the tough battles, but there were only a few dozen of them.

They guarded Duncan on both sides, and relying on the gap opened by Duncan, they instantly chopped the enemies in front of them into pieces.

However, after chopping off people's heads, the shortcomings of the Gallic Oath Warriors were also exposed, that is, they were extremely reckless. Some people even rushed in front of Duncan, simply not taking their own lives seriously. What's even more infuriating is that some of them actually entered the "headhunting" state, cutting off the heads of the headhunter's guards and hanging them around their waists.

Died young.

The headhunter was headhunted!
——Pictish headhunters’ guards (morale shaken) (ghosts and gods descended) (horrified) (headhunted)!
This headhunting ritual may actually have some mysterious power.

After the Gallic Oath Warrior hung the enemy's head on his waist, he was as fierce as the legendary berserker, and actually caused an additional negative fright status to the two-star silver-gray chief's personal guards.

They are all more cruel than each other and don't care about their lives.

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

Duncan rushed all the way, killing more than ten people in a row like a whirlwind, and rushed directly in front of Drest.

clang!
Mars breaks apart.

Drest raised his shield to block Duncan's heavy blow, but he felt his palms go numb. The enemy's strength was a bit scary.

But Duncan's attack was like a violent storm. He lightly raised his toes, and a heavy battle axe fell into his palm. He held the sword of the Oathkeeper in one hand and the beheading axe in the other. He didn't even need a shield. With a whistling sound, he directly chopped down Drest I in front of him, forcing him to retreat repeatedly, and the iron shield in his hand was broken into pieces.

Drest I had no chance to fight back at all. He felt as if he was being beaten by the legendary sea giant. Just parrying and blocking made his bones tingle.

boom!
At this moment, Duncan suddenly kicked out, and the kick was so strong that Drest flew back three or four meters, and a mouthful of blood spurted into the air. Before he could get up, Duncan swung the battle axe in his hand, and there was a whistling sound that broke through the air. Drest gritted his teeth and raised his shield, but the aftermath still hit his chest hard. He felt dizzy and his eyes went black, and he knew nothing.

"You're not going to die, are you?"

Duncan went forward to take a look. Fortunately, he was not dead. The shield blocked the attack, but the man was knocked unconscious.

"Tied."

At Duncan's command, the Gallic sworn warriors around him immediately tied up the unconscious barbarian leader.

He rushed forward and captured the enemy leader.

The Pictish warriors on the battlefield immediately fell into disarray, and in a matter of moments, they were completely defeated, leaving a dense mass of corpses on the ground. The Empire's elite legion immediately began to pursue, and the Indigo Highlander swordsmen of the Kingdom of Camelot were already cutting off the enemy's heads, directly encircling them from both sides, hoping to cut off the enemy's retreat in the jungle.

This sudden encounter did not end until noon.

The two thousand ambush troops brought by Drest I were all killed or wounded, seven or eight hundred were captured, and only a few hundred defeated soldiers managed to escape.

In one wave, the tribe’s entire assets were used up.

As for Duncan's side, the casualties were not great. He single-handedly killed the general and captured the flag. The enemy was defeated too quickly, and all the time was wasted in chasing down the fleeing soldiers.

The army marched straight ahead.

The small tribes along the way practically surrendered at the sight of this. By the time Drest I awoke from his coma, he had returned to his hometown, the chieftain's hall in the town of Kimar. Scotland had few proper cities, only towns and villages of varying sizes, and Kimar was considered the largest town there.

"Come on, come on!"

Duncan sat in the chieftain's hall, his arms clasped tightly. He looked murderously at Drest I, who was being forced to kneel on the ground with his shoulders pinned down. He stood up expressionlessly and said in a deep voice, "Are you Drest?"

Pooh.

Drest opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were red, but his expression was still fierce. He said in a hoarse voice, "Kill me if you want. There's no need to humiliate me."

The Picts invaded England for years, burning, killing and looting. He felt that he could not escape death, so he became more relaxed.

It was only a matter of death. King Drest I glared at Duncan and said, "You slaughtered the priests and destroyed the sanctuary. The Pictish warriors will never submit to you!"

"soon."

"The coalition forces of many tribes will arrive, and you will be doomed!"

"Our gods and ancestors have brought down a curse!"

"soon."

"Your army will die from the plague, and you will be beheaded by the warrior chosen by God."

curse?

Duncan chuckled dismissively. Behind him stood the guardian fairies of Avalon and the resurrected goddess Sulis. Even the gods themselves couldn't curse him. As for plague and disease, Duncan had already prepared for it; Sulis's druid priests had already arrived.

How could he not be on guard against plague and disease when facing a group of enemies who like to play with human heads?

Duncan stood up calmly and said, "So, you're not convinced?"

Drest struggled to his feet and glared at Duncan: "We will not surrender. One day, my people will also seek revenge!"

"I will massacre your people and burn your sanctuary!"

For a moment.

Duncan wanted to kill him directly and put an end to it, but Duncan knew that Drest had a very high prestige among the Picts. Killing him would be easy, but the subsequent rebellion would cause headaches for Britain.

Unless he had the heart to carry out ethnic cleansing, he had to defeat the Picts.

Once the massacre began, it could not be stopped.

When it comes to massacres, who can compare with the Mongols and the Qing Dynasty? But in the end, the rule still has to be done with a combination of gentle means, kindness and force. What Duncan wants is a stable rear, and massacres can only deter temporarily.

Duncan walked towards the outside of the chief's hall and said in a deep voice, "Bring him out."

Drest struggled to his feet.

He had just walked out of the gate when his face was immediately filled with horror, because he saw densely packed human heads piled up like a mountain, thousands of heads neatly stacked together, and countless bloody eyes staring at him. Even Drest I, who had killed countless people in his life, couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Jingguan!

The surroundings were filled with a mass of kneeling people, and in the distance there was a huge fire blazing up into the sky; that was the burning sacrificial sanctuary.

Duncan's tone was icy: "A few days ago, you massacred a group of captured Britons to vent your anger."

"There's not more, not less here."

"A thousand heads in all. Blood debt must be paid with blood."

Duncan didn't even glance at Drest behind him. He looked down at the group of barbarian captives kneeling on the ground and said slowly, "A group of people who call themselves warriors, but only dare to wield their swords to slaughter the weak!..."

"Here are a thousand Pictish warrior heads, to commemorate the old, weak, women, and children you slaughtered!"

Drest's eyes widened when he heard this. A thousand warriors' heads. His tribe was finished!

Duncan killed almost all of his barbarian warriors.

Sonorous.

Duncan drew out his Oathkeeper and cut the ropes on Drest. With a threatening look in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "I know the Picts won't surrender easily."

"But I will beat you until you surrender!"

"you can go now."

"Go gather the most elite warriors of your tribe, go gather your barbarian coalition!"

"Go and carry the news to the far north of Scotland!"

"I."

"Duncan the Conqueror! King of Britain!"

"I will defeat you squarely on the battlefield! And finally put an end to the centuries of conflict and strife in the British Isles!"

These words.

King Drest I looked up in astonishment. He glanced at the severed rope in his hand and stared at the man's back. For a moment, the man's back was so majestic that he felt a sense of awe. He didn't dare to look up and instead hesitated, "You want to let me go?"

Duncan said calmly, "Give him a horse."

King Drest I looked around at the sworn Gallic warriors again, and only when a horse was brought over did he truly believe that Duncan was going to let him go.

He jumped on his horse, ignoring the wound on his chest, and turned to look at the countless tribesmen kneeling on the ground in the darkness. Pairs of eyes, some with expectation, some with hatred, and some with numbness, were staring at him. Drest I suddenly felt a pang of heartache, but in the end he rode away without looking back.

At this moment, although he regained his freedom, he abandoned his tribe.

Click!

In the projection page of the dimensional space, the golden three-star mark of Drest I was shattered and directly turned into a three-star white board like King Alan at that time.

——Drest (Betrayed by the Gods) (Three-star blank board)!
As the chieftain left, the last trace of resistance in the eyes of the countless barbarian captives kneeling on the cold ground completely disappeared.

Kulin looked slightly hesitant, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why did you let him go, sir?"

Duncan's expression was indifferent. He said calmly, "Can a chieftain whose tribe has been conquered and has lost all his warriors still be the leader of the Picts?"

Even if Drest joins forces with the Pictish tribal coalition, how much say will he still have?

Duncan needed someone to gather the Pict tribe to fight him, otherwise this place was full of primitive jungles, and trying to completely conquer them would be time-consuming and laborious and would only drag down his own logistics.

Kulin looked thoughtful when he heard this.

Duncan set out towards the blazing sacrificial sanctuary ahead. A cold voice echoed from afar: "Just like the tribes we conquered earlier, divide the land equally among the commoners and slaves."

"They must be forced to change their faith!"

A figure of Dao Rui emerged.

The Raven Queen - Triss, and the Celtic Prophet - Merlin, stood in front of the blazing sea of fire. At this moment, even the proud Merlin lowered his head humbly to welcome Duncan's arrival.

A light mist rises.

Reality seemed to be isolated from this sacred area, and the bard's praises were like the whispers of the night wind. At some point, behind Duncan, fully armed Green Knights of Avalon appeared in the mist, followed by the figures of guardian fairies that turned from virtual to real.

Thetis appeared in a gorgeous dress and armor. She looked like a heroic Valkyrie. Surrounded by many guardian fairies, she slowly walked to Duncan, holding the Sword of Promised Victory in both hands and presented it to the true King of Britain!

Duncan slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the scabbard of Avalon. With a clang, a dazzling holy sword light emerged and turned into a dazzling beam of light hundreds of feet long that slashed down!
This sword.

Slash through reality! Slash through space!
The raging fire in the entire sacrificial sanctuary seemed to be extinguished in an instant. As the reality cracks were shattered by Duncan, a dark and silent alien world emerged, like Avalon in the fog, not belonging to reality, but attached to reality.

This is the kingdom of the gods, the holy land of Gwanu.

——King of Britain - Duncan (Sword of Promised Victory) (Scabbard of Avalon) (Bow of Norden) (Oath Keeper) (Range-Slaying Whip) (Bloodline of Dragon) (Power of Giant) (Epic of Destiny) (Protection of the Gods) (Immortal Legend) [Golden Skull Mark]!
Britannia plays a vital role in the future thousands of years from now, and Duncan's legend has become an immortal achievement, engraved in the long river of human history.

Duncan took a step forward, from reality into myth.

Behind him, the guardian fairies of Avalon appeared in person, and thousands of green knights turned from shadows into flesh-and-blood guardian knights.

Triss, the Raven Queen, lagged behind. As she entered the Sanctuary, her black hair transformed into a moonlit silver. She lifted herself off the ground, hovering several meters in the air. In an instant, a bright moon rose from nowhere in this pitch-black realm, as if someone had miraculously created one within the Sanctuary.

——Raven Queen - Triss (High Priestess) (Legendary Witch) (God's Chosen One) (Diana's Chosen One) (Protected by the Gods) (Spokesperson for the Gods) [Bloody Skull Mark]!
Merlin's figure was also changing rapidly.

He no longer looked like an old human, but had become much younger. His appearance seemed to have become demonic, with some features of the legendary nightmare demon. When he raised the staff in his hand, the familiars summoned from nothingness emerged and turned into overlapping black shadows surrounding him.

This blinded Celtic prophet was directly transformed into a four-star silver-gray marked unit!

——Merlin (Legendary Wizard) (Celtic Prophet) (Cambion) (Moderately Disabled) (Legend) (Guardian of Avalon) [Four-star Silver-Gray]!
Figures emerged one after another in this dead silent country.

In the darkness, thousands of Black Sword Warriors appeared in the dense jungle. In the distance, an angry voice could be heard faintly: "Guardians of Avalon!"

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

Duncan's eyes had transformed into ice-blue vertical dragon eyes. He stared ahead and said slowly:

"The old gods are gone."

"A new god ascends the throne."

"The Celtic faith must be unified!"

In this battle, he wanted to destroy the holy kingdom of Gwanu.

Roar!
A low dragon roar echoed.

Under the shocked gazes of the Raven Queen - Triss, Merlin, and the fairies of Avalon, a hovering ice dragon suddenly appeared above Duncan's head. A faint frost spread with the breeze. The dragon's breath caused the temperature nearby to plummet. The still immature dragon roar turned the magical wind into frost that spread.

dragon? !

It was as if a bolt of thunder split the night sky. As the giant dragon roared through the sky, the Sword of Promised Victory in Duncan's hand had transformed into a beam of light hundreds of feet long, splitting the forest in front of him into two like a rotten wood!
When the sword was slashed, a huge ravine hundreds of meters long appeared on the ground.

It was not until this time that the guardian fairies of Avalon realized the terrifying power Duncan possessed when he held the Sword of Promised Victory.

Today's battle is only to kill God!
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(End of this chapter)