Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 133: Annihilation Plane! Kill the Devil (Two in One)

I met a tough guy.

At this time, under a snow-covered rock on the North Ridge, the young dragon's body has merged with the nearby ice and snow. Even when it deliberately hides itself, its skin and scales can actually become very close to the color of ice and snow.

It can only be said that being small has its advantages, and an adult dragon cannot hide at all in this situation.

However, young dragons can only hide in snow, with additional bonus marks, but not in other terrains. Generally, dragons won't stray too far from their habitat until they're strong enough. Ice dragons, when faced with a strong enemy, can dig a hole and bury themselves, even deep in the ice.

——The Royal Chief Mage of the Wood Elves (Master of Destruction) (Master of Summoning) [Five-star silver-gray].

——Nord Legend Warrior (Fearless) (Berserker) (Battlecry Inspiration) [Four-star silver-gray].

——Kaguru (Shadowless Man) (Stealth Instructor) (Legend Stalker) [Four-star Gold].

hiss!
Kind of awesome.

Of the many creatures encountered by Humanoid No. 2, none were as powerful as them, save for the skull-marked Frost Giant King. However, the Frost Giant King was a leader-level being, and with the added strength of the Giant Tribe, he might not be their match in a real fight.

Even the fully-developed human form No. 1 would probably have a hard time fighting them.

Duncan didn't dare to get close at all.

He could only observe the target through the strategic map from a God's perspective, and when the snow eagle flew up, the young dragon had to hide in the cracks of the rocks.

"The ceiling of this world is so high!"

"I've just encountered a unit marked with five stars. Could it be that there are gods walking on earth in this world?" Duncan said to himself.

Many demigods are marked with a five-star golden symbol.

The mark of the Wood Elf Royal Chief Mage is five-star silver-gray, which is already more powerful than many mythical heroes.

In the south of the strategic map, a team of bloody marks was also approaching rapidly.

——Crimson Hunter (Dark Elf) (Stalker) [Three Stars Gold].

——Crimson Executioner (Dark Elf) (Torturer) [Four-star silver-gray].

They are already a little far apart.

Duncan had to drag the strategic map from the God's perspective before he saw a small group of men clad in strange, dark red spiked armor rapidly approaching. Their skin was black, but their pupils were scarlet. They were all quite handsome, but with a sinister aura. A glance at them revealed a hint of bloodlust and brutality.

In addition to the swords they carried with them, these people also had some strange equipment that looked like torture instruments for interrogating prisoners. The bloody executioner in the lead was wearing a two-handed sword that was still bleeding, as if he had just beheaded someone.

"They're catching up!"

At the foot of the mountain, the tiger-man Shadowless looked at his companions, drew out the poisoned short blade at his waist, and disappeared out of thin air. He could no longer be seen by the naked eye, but from a God's perspective, a vague human outline could still be seen.

"Is it invisible?" Duncan was slightly surprised.

Not only is he invisible, in fact he is hiding his presence. Even if a skilled stealth fighter squats in front of ordinary people, they will find it difficult to detect his presence.

The Wood Elf Royal Mage looked at him coldly. He casually took out a gem and said coldly, "The ghost will not go away!"

"Let's just kill them."

"Just right to replenish some soul energy."

Around the campfire.

The burly man who was chewing on dried meat stood up. He picked up his shield and sword, adjusted his horn helmet, and walked down the hillside without saying a word, leaving a row of footprints on the snow. He didn't even look at anyone else, and approached the Bloody Hunter alone.

soon.

The two sides met at a snow-covered three-way intersection. With a clanging sound, the rapidly approaching dark elves drew the long swords at their waists. Someone chanted a spell, and as a strange ointment was applied to the blade, a surge of magic power attached to the blood groove of the blade.

"bleed?"

The burly Nord warrior didn't care at all. He roared and started to accelerate, like a galloping beast. At the moment of collision, terrifying brute force erupted, and the impact wave blew away the nearby snowflakes. The bloody hunter who was coming towards him was blocked by the shield, and then with a shield strike, the enemy was directly knocked six or seven meters away.

hiss!
Duncan narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched. This strength was comparable to that of a giant.

clang!
Mars breaks apart.

Facing the oncoming sharp blade, the Nord warrior blocked it casually. Fighting one against three, his abdomen was pierced by the enemy. The next second, he roared and swung his sword. Blood spurted out, and in the rising hot air, a dark elf's head was chopped off on the spot.

sizzle.

The Nord warrior casually pulled out the sharp blade that pierced his abdomen. He didn't care about the injury at all. A bloodthirsty and belligerent gleam appeared in his pupils, accompanied by a roar, like a lion's roar, shaking the surrounding ice and snow into a circle of air waves with a diameter of more than ten meters. The bloody hunter who wanted to launch a sneak attack suddenly let out a wail, and a trace of blood was already flowing out of his ears.

Crackling!

A blood-red lightning flashed across the sky, and the figure of the Wood Elf Royal Mage appeared out of thin air. He clenched his palm, and a Dark Elf Blood Hunter was directly pinched by an invisible force, and then lifted into the air. The enemy's bones were crackling, and his chest was visibly dented. Huge fingerprints appeared on the sturdy armor.

While casually controlling one person, the Royal Mage of the Wood Elf raised his hand and pointed. Arcs of electricity gathered and turned into powerful lightning beams that pierced the air. The bloody executioner not far away was paralyzed all over. He was surrounded by crackling electric light, and his whole body showed traces of burnt marks.

The dark elf has very dark skin. If it were a human, it would probably have been burned by the powerful electric current.

The tiger man's figure flashed by.

He just appeared in an ordinary way, stabbed someone in an ordinary way, took a head in an ordinary way, and then disappeared in an ordinary way.

If Duncan hadn't been using a God's perspective, he wouldn't have been able to realize his existence at all.

This tiger man has no presence at all!

The battle was decided almost immediately, but the three men did not kill all the Crimson Hunters. The Wood Elf Royal Mage took out gems one by one, and while chanting a spell, he reached out to grab the enemy who was still breathing.

hiss!
Duncan's scalp tingled.

From a God's perspective, the enemy let out a shrill scream, and then the souls of these people were sucked out like smoke. The invisible souls seemed like a misty energy. Under the spell of the Wood Elf Wizard, the enemy's souls were drained and all poured into the strange crystal in his palm.

"What the hell? Soul-sucking!"

Compared with the spells of the Wood Elf Royal Mage, the summoning rituals of the Cat-Man Priests are nothing more than child's tricks.

One soul after another was drained!

All that was left on the ground were the withered corpses of the dark elves, whose evilness was comparable to that of the demon warlocks in Warcraft, but everyone else present was used to it, as if extracting souls was a very common thing.

The battle is over.

The Wood Elf Royal Mage snapped his fingers, and a soul crystal flew towards the Nord warrior, and a soul crystal flew towards the hidden tiger assassin.

They took them casually and were able to cast spells, using these soul crystals to enchant their weapons and equipment.

However, their magic level is very low.

The intelligent creatures in this world seem to be born with a trace of mana, but most people are unable to achieve such a high level of attainment in magic.

"Let's go."

After the Nord warriors briefly cleaned up the battlefield, the leading Wood Elf Royal Mage said, "These Dark Elf Queen's hounds are endless."

"Let's cross the North Ridge first to avoid their pursuit."

The group left quickly.

After they left, Duncan carefully flew over, circling the battlefield and taking in the withered bodies of the dark elves, their souls drained. There was still some loot scattered on the ground, but the armor was difficult to carry away, so Duncan grabbed a few weapons and took to the air again, flying towards the cat tribe.

Blood Blade (Rare Item): Weapon wielded by the Blood Hunters of the Dark Elf Empire. They are fervent followers of the Dark Elf Queen, upholding her oppressive and brutal rule. Weapon attributes: Armor-piercing, bloodletting, sharp, and poisoned.

Additional Elf Rune - Bleeding. After attacking the target, the enemy's wounds will be extremely difficult to heal and will continue to bleed.

These standard weapons of the dark elves are actually stronger than those of the Oathkeepers.

But considering that the mages in this world can even extract souls at will, it is not surprising that the level of forging of rare items is higher. Duncan has now realized that the magic of this world has reached a very high level of utilization of soul energy.

"No wonder the cat tribe is fleeing!"

"It's even more ruthless outside."

Among Duncan's vassals, the cat people also have many two-star marked combat units, but compared with them, they are completely crushed.

This was his first contact with indigenous people of different races.

Duncan's most intuitive feeling was that those three men didn't seem like good people either, but in comparison, the dark elves were pure evil creatures. Whether it was their fighting style or the ferocious murderous aura they exuded, whether elves or humans, each one had the aura of a savage and ruthless person.

If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm.

The elves in this world did not give Duncan the slightest idea of elegance. They just looked like the legendary elves, but when they attacked, they seemed to be even more brutal than humans.

The wind howled.

The young dragon flew over the North Spine again. After throwing his weapon on the altar, he marked the three units on the strategic map, then judged the direction they were heading and flew ahead of them in one breath.

What do these people seem to be looking for?
Duncan had the advantage of flying and could get ahead of them to see if he could find anything.

"Are you looking for some lost artifact?"

It is impossible for a three-person team with nearly legendary strength to go on an outing to the deserted north for no reason. Duncan zoomed in on the strategic map to see if there were any unexpected surprises around the ice field.

I don’t know how long it took.

Duncan had already flown far away, surrounded by snow-covered mountains, until a dark area was illuminated, and soon a special mark emerged.

——Ancient ruins (Demon Altar).

Near the top of the mountain, Duncan saw a broken statue, which seemed to be the altar of a demon god. He could vaguely make out that it was a goddess because of her flared skirt and outstretched arms that seemed to be embracing the starry sky. The sacrificial fire had long been extinguished, and there were many bones scattered around.

"No hostile markers found."

The young dragon circled and slowly landed. It looked at the majestic statue that was hundreds of meters tall, searching for something that might be useful.

suddenly!
Everything in front of me began to change, and the image on the projected page became blurry, as if I had entered another world.

Immediately afterwards, a shadowy figure condensed and transformed into a humanoid outline covered in black armor. He held a blood-red serrated sword in his hand, and his dark eyes stared at the young dragon, as if directly piercing its soul.

"Alien dragon? Interesting!"

The demon-like shadow stretched out its hand, trying to extract the young dragon's soul.

In an instant.

The dimensional space trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a series of blood-red prompts appeared!

"Dimensional creature detected!"

"The target is the Daedra Lord! ...The Lesser Demon Lord!..."

"Consciousness intrusion detected! ...Soul absorption detected!..."

"Activate the countermeasure mechanism."

"Reproducing Human Body No. 1!... The target space is the Annihilation Plane!... It conforms to the laws of the Mythological Age!..."

"Humanoid No. 1 has arrived as an immortal heroic spirit!"

boom!
Just when the young dragon was in a trance, a link was established between projection page number one and projection page number two, and then a heroic figure wearing gorgeous armor, carrying the bow of Norden on his back, and wearing the sword of Victory and the sword of the Oathkeeper on his waist slowly emerged.

The character controlled by Duncan's consciousness changed. The young dragon entered a state of stiffness and paralysis under the influence of domination, and the character controlled by his consciousness turned into human body No. 1.

——King of Britain-Duncan (Epic Destiny) (Immortal Hero) (Demigod) [Five-Star Gold]!
The hazy space in the projected page continues to change.

At this moment, the real world had vanished. Humanoid Body No. 1 ripped through space, descending in a manner that resembled a shattered void. The gray mist dissipated in all directions, soon revealing a desolate land strewn with blood and bones. The spatial symbol in the upper right corner of the projection page also changed.

——Bloodthorn Peak [Annihilation Plane] [Demon Kingdom]!
Sonorous.

King Duncan of Britain raised his hand and drew out the Sword of Promised Victory. With a brilliant light, the brilliance of the holy sword shattered the nothingness. With a wave of his hand, the gray mist retreated in all directions, and this incomplete and broken demiplane that seemed to be in the process of destruction also appeared on the projection page.

In the distant sky was a broken bloody sun.

On the top of the mountain covered with blood-red thorns is a high fortress made of thousands of skeletons. Demon-like shadows wearing blood-red armor stand at the bottom of the wall, and it is unknown whether they are still alive or dead.

A winding river of blood flowed down from the top of the mountain, surrounding the place that looked like a purgatory castle, and the moat was full of corpses that kept sinking and rising.

——The defeated one - Sosa (Lord of Daedra) (Secondary Demon) (Dimensional Creature) (Imprisoned) [Five-star Silver-gray]!
boom.

The magical wind that was stirred up all around turned into a terrifying scream!
At the moment when the forces of both sides collided, it seemed as if each side had formed its own domain laws. Cracks appeared on the earth, and what gushed out was not magma, but extremely hot blood.

This was Duncan's first encounter with an interdimensional being.

Perhaps the power of the Middle Ages was too strong, and the Mother of Monsters was not marked as a true dimensional creature, but was simply said to be from another alien space.

The defeated Sosa was covered in blood-red spiked armor, and even his black arm armor had sharp spikes. He slowly pulled up the blood-red serrated sword on the ground. There was a hint of fear in his dark pupils, but more of a light of madness, evil, bellicosity and bloodthirstiness.

He stared at Duncan before him and said slowly, "An alien god?"

"Is the next annihilation coming so soon?"

King Duncan of Britain stared at the other party expressionlessly. The mighty power of the immortal hero shook the demon god's kingdom of annihilation. The hot blood gushing out of the ground flowed under his feet. With a slight raise of his hand, floating runes appeared in his palm, like a surging breeze, blowing away the invisible poisonous gas that had spread unknowingly.

This is the rune of Odin.

One of the most primitive magical powers, human body No. 1 cannot use it because the suppression of the real world is too severe, but it does not mean that the King of Britain - Duncan cannot use it.

The lesser demon god in front of him narrowed his eyes slightly and said quietly, "Magic runes from another world?"

"It seems you really don't belong here."

"Well."

"You will be imprisoned in this soon-to-be-annihilated country in my place."

The figure of this demon god flew by in an instant, like a shadow, and the blood-red serrated sword in his hand slashed down with unmatched terrifying power. The powerful force cut black cracks into the already unstable annihilation plane.

clang!
King Duncan of Britain swung his sword to block, and the sword of the Oathkeeper was unsheathed in an instant. With a flash of cold light, the sturdy spiked armor on the demon's chest was actually split open, and a stream of dark red blood gushed out. The exposed muscles were brown-red, and under the chest was a hot heart that kept beating.

"The power of order?!"

The defeated Daedra Lord showed a hint of fear, and it seemed that his fear of Oathkeeper was even greater than that of the more powerful Sword of Promised Victory.

He roared in a low voice: "Who are you?!"

clang!clang!clang!
Every blow from the blood-red serrated sword in his hand unleashed an earth-shaking force, but he was unable to shake the King of Britain in front of him - Duncan. He did not even dodge, relying entirely on his two long swords to block the attack head-on. With the slight tremor of the Sword of Promised Victory, an astonishing force actually repelled the blood-red serrated sword that the demon god chopped down head-on.

puff!

The Oath Keeper turned into a streak of light and slashed down again. The demon groaned in pain, and his left arm flew up. At the moment the knife bounced, the King of Britain swung his sword with his left hand and cut off the enemy's arm.

This is no longer a mortal's fighting skill.

Even though He was Lord Deidara, who had experienced hundreds of battles and countless killings, He was actually defeated by the King of Britain for a while.

"This is impossible!"

The defeated Sosa looked at his empty arms and roared with resentment.

Duncan, the King of Britain, finally spoke. His expression was calm, his tone icy cold, as he said calmly, "A defeated monarch who survives, even if he's a demon god, is nothing more than a barking, homeless dog!"

"You are no match for me!"

"Kneel down."

"Submit to me! I will spare your life!"

The king's momentum.

King Duncan of Britain looked down proudly at the ruined and annihilated country, with the sword of victory pointed at the enemy's head, as if he would chop off the hideous head of the demon in the next second.

"You are not a god from another world!..."

The defeated Sosa roared and rose to his feet. His dark eyes turned crimson. He stared at Duncan with mad eyes and said, "You only have a trace of divinity... You don't have the authority of a god at all!..."

"How could you possibly defeat me!..."

He roared wildly, brandishing the blood-red serrated sword, and appeared behind Duncan like a flash. The moment he slashed, there was a clang, and the Sword of Promise of Victory burst out with a dazzling light, knocking him back dozens of meters like a rotten wood. Even the blood-red serrated sword showed a trace of cracks.

Duncan, the King of Britain, said calmly, "Am I a god? Does it matter?"

"Submission? Or death?"

"You only have one last chance."

He slowly took off the Bow of Norden from his back, and the Oathkeeper's sword turned into a giant arrow, which was directly placed on the bowstring of the Bow of Norden.

At this moment.

The sword of the Oathkeeper is the arrow in his hand.

"This is impossible!"

The defeated Sosa's expression grew increasingly frantic as he roared, "I am Bloodthroat Sosa! The demon god of slaughter, betrayal, and tyranny!"

"You can't beat me!..."

A streak of light passed by.

It was as if stars flashed and then disappeared out of thin air.

——Law of cause and effect: the arrow is bound to hit the target!
The Oathkeeper's sword disappeared out of thin air, and when it reappeared, it had already pierced the heart of this lesser demon god. His hideous body gradually fell apart, and the blood-red spiked armor on his body turned into mottled fragments. The whole person seemed to collapse inwards and annihilate, leaving only a rotten empty shell.

Duncan, the King of Britain, had a cold expression on his face and said calmly, "He doesn't even have a proper priesthood anymore!"

"A defeated warrior who survived the war dares to be so arrogant."

"act recklessly!"

This incomplete Oblivion plane began to collapse completely. The skeleton fortress in the distance collapsed, the shadows of the demons standing on all sides turned into dust and dissipated, the bloody rivers dried up, and the earth fell apart in cracks. An Oblivion kingdom that was nearly the size of Avalon had completely entered the countdown to destruction.

The figure of Duncan, King of Britain, gradually disappeared.

The perspective switched back to human form No. 2. The young dragon opened his eyes blankly and had returned to the real world, standing in front of the sacrificial fire of the majestic statue.

at the same time.

In the Middle Ages of Human Body No. 1, the guardian fairies of Avalon looked up with puzzled expressions. For some reason, it seemed that some of Avalon's power of faith had just been consumed.

Did Duncan just fight with gods from other factions?
The guardian fairy Thetis revealed a vague spirit and looked in the direction of Duncan through the Avalon Sacrifice Stone. At this time, Duncan was training soldiers and nothing happened.

Why did Avalon's power of faith suddenly become agitated?
Thetis returned to Avalon with a puzzled look on his face.

Dimensional space.

Duncan's projection page has returned to normal. For some reason, when he controlled the King of Britain - Duncan, he actually had a role-playing feeling. Although the immortal hero was under his control, he added some personality traits that people imagined, such as the king's arrogance.

The King of Britain - Duncan canonized the gods with his secular royal power. The king was so proud that he would never bow his head even in front of the gods.

The immortal heroic spirit No. 1 human body is an extremely special existence.

He not only contains a self-reproduction of Duncan's own personality, but also contains some of what people imagine.

"Encountering dimensional creatures!"

"Kill the Daedra Lord! Kill the Lesser Demon Lord!..."

"Dimensional space anchoring."

"Devouring the target's kingdom of annihilation!"

Rumble.

In the trembling of the dimensional space, the endless starry sky that was originally empty and had nothing in it suddenly appeared with a black mountain, followed by a winding blood-red river, and a half-collapsed skeleton fortress. Hot blood flowed on the cracked ground, and the gradually shattered kingdom of annihilation was incorporated into the dimensional space.

But it is not on the same level as Duncan's consciousness!
Where he stood was a huge nebula-shaped feather, and the dark nothingness below, a tiny part, constituted the annihilated mountain fortress. From the angle from which he controlled the projection page, it looked like a small and exquisite figurine at the very bottom.

——Bloodthorn Peak [Annihilation Plane] [Demon Kingdom]: Can accommodate inter-dimensional creatures, original spirits, heroic spirits, followers, etc.

(A plane of annihilation that is about to be destroyed.)
(Once a demon kingdom of lesser Daedra lords, after their defeat, Sosa failed to become one of the many legendary demon gods, nor did he have any achievements in creating the world. As a result, he was sealed and suppressed and gradually died out.)
(The annihilation plane has stopped collapsing, but the continental shelf is severely broken and needs to be repaired.)
Is this a trophy?
Duncan looked at human body No. 1 and found that the divinity bar had increased by a small section, but there was no other gain. The remains of the demon god had weathered away, and the entire annihilation plane had been swallowed up into the dimensional space.

His thoughts moved.

The entire dimensional space changed, and the broken plane with a diameter of about tens of kilometers actually moved out of thin air and appeared in Duncan's palm. He seemed to be holding a broken continent, looking like an extremely delicate and realistic figurine, wrapped in an invisible space barrier.

Duncan threw it away!
Below the huge feather-shaped nebula, the boundary between the void and the continent merged, and then a disintegrated land island appeared, sinking little by little, and staying at a very low position, like an extremely tiny speck of dust.

If Duncan did not concentrate his mind, he would not be able to see the tiny speck of dust at all when he was moving around in the dimensional space.

After all, the background of the dimensional space is the vast and boundless starry universe.

An island on the verge of extinction.

too small.

There was no life in this island figurine. Duncan took a look and lost interest. He muttered, "It seems that in worlds with higher power limits, it is more likely to encounter creatures from other dimensions?"

The Oblivion Plane is a bit like the Kingdom of God, but not entirely, because it also has the characteristics of the material world.

at this time.

The image of the second human body changed. A hazy female figure appeared. She seemed to descend and attached herself to the broken statue. She stared at the young dragon in front of her and said in a deep voice, "Little guy!..."

"You killed Bloodthroat Sosa?"

The young dragon looked up blankly and saw a picture where the night sky and the starry sky blended together.

——Mother of the Night Sky (Lord of the Daedra) (Higher Demon) (Incarnation of the Law) (Projection) [Mark of the Bloody Skull].

not good.

After beating a smaller one, a more ruthless one came!

But the descending demon god didn't seem to harbor any hostility. Instead, he looked at the young dragon in front of him curiously and murmured, "The breath of a god from another world!..."

"Is annihilation coming early?"

"Another alien dragon. Why do you souls from another world like the body of a dragon so much?"

An invisible force grabbed the young dragon, held it in the palm of its hand, and brought it in front of the shadow of the demon god, which was projected as a giant hundreds of meters tall.

The Night Sky Mother was far more powerful than the defeated Sosa. She gazed at the young dragon curiously and said softly, "Tell me your secret."

"brat."

"In exchange, I can answer some of your questions."

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(End of this chapter)