Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 403 Execution!

Outside the city of Sergant.

"Lord Duncan."

"The Dragon Guardians have arrived near Dragon Lake, bringing with them one silver dragon and two bronze dragons," a Silver Dagger Wanderer said respectfully.

All three-headed dragons are in their juvenile stage.

The five shrewish women had a secret weapon up their sleeve. According to Duncan, the Church of Wealth also had a pact with the evil five-colored dragons and could even summon adult red dragons.

But a silver dragon is fine, it's most likely someone connected to the elf faction.

Duncan nodded slightly and ordered, "Have the Golden Company block all exits from Serganth. I want to eliminate their spies and informants within a day."

God's-eye view, open!

Just as Duncan was secretly laying a trap, the Cult of Pleasure was also escorting the Master of Revelry, Korver, back to his base. Even with the help of a high-ranking priest to cure him, the guy was in terrible condition. His long-standing dissolute lifestyle had already made his body weak, and now, being eroded by the power of the Plague Lady, he was so weak that he could hardly walk.

The torment of the plague robbed him of his former dashing appearance, and in just a few days he became as thin as a skeleton.

"Lord Korver."

"We're almost at Sergant."

"Hold on a little longer," a messenger of joy said respectfully.

But as he spoke, his eyes flickered, and he glanced around warily. Although he wasn't one of Duncan's men, he served the High Priest of Joy, or rather, several factions in the entire Selgant wanted the Master of Revelry dead.

If the Master of Revelry dies, the High Priestess of Joy will naturally take her place, and many members of the Cult of Pleasure will flock to her.

"Ah."

"How is the situation with the Great Godmother?" asked the Master of Carnival, Corvor, weakly.

No response.

Just then, a series of screams suddenly came from all around, followed by a cloud of poisonous mist spreading in all directions. Then, a figure, like a rampaging beast, summoned a strange lower-world nightmare, which charged towards him with a barbed, alien spear (similar to a hook-and-sickle spear).

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

The carriage carrying the Master of Carnival, Corvor, was overturned on the spot. With a hoarse laugh, the Blood Priestess, Veraris, shattered the carriage wall with a single spear thrust, lifting Corvor's body into the air. Blood gushed out as the spear pierced Corvor's chest. With a casual flick of his wrist, the Master of Carnival, who had tormented the goddess, slammed Corvor's body, which was as heavy as a leaf in the wind, to the ground.

The warhorses galloped, the nightmare trampled over them, and the Carnival Master's body instantly became like a tattered piece of cloth.

A phoenix that has fallen to the ground is no better than a chicken.

Moreover, the Master of Carnival is not a phoenix; he is merely a figurehead.

Nightmare howls!

Just as Bloodscar Priestess Veraris was about to offer the death sacrifice of the Master of Carnival to the Lady of Torment, a thunderous roar suddenly came from afar. The next second, dozens of elite cavalrymen clad in golden armor appeared in their sight. The leader was tall and imposing, wielding a silver spear, and shouted in a deep voice: "Golden Legion! Follow me!"

The earth trembles!

The war horses neighed.

These dozens of elite armored cavalrymen roared and raised their lances. As their bodies gleamed with a faint light, their warhorses neighed and charged towards them with overwhelming force.

"It's the Golden Legion of the Church of Wealth!"

"And the Hand of Holy Coins!"

The Goddess Alliance had lasted for hundreds of years, and the Pleasure Cult was the first to recognize their elite fighting force.

Dozens of cavalrymen galloped past.

The outermost Pain Cultists only had time to cast one spell before being trampled into a bloody pulp by the iron cavalry. These were Zambian warhorses with a trace of dragon blood, and the knights on their backs were all clad in full plate armor. They were the Church of Wealth's deterrent armed force in Dragon Bay, officially known as the Golden Guard Armored Knights.

Duncan was leading the way!
The 'Holy Seal Spear' in his hand instantly impaled a tormented servant. Behind him, the armored knights of the Golden Company took away most of the enemies in front of them with just one charge. Then they drew their two-handed greatswords and slashed wildly. Because of their excellent armor, they didn't even need shields.

Then, the priests of the Hand of Holy Coins appeared behind them. They held pure gold holy symbols and chanted incantations, with beams of divine light constantly falling down.

Let these country bumpkins see just how powerful the Wealth Church really is!

The entire knightly order was uniformly clad in rare-grade full plate armor, magic resistance belts, power gauntlets, and Insight helmets. Their dragon horses, nurtured with countless amounts of real gold and silver, crushed everything in their path, and they were in no way inferior even when facing nightmares summoned from lower planes.

With such a fully-equipped, three-star gold armored knight order, let alone the mere Pain Cultists, Duncan would dare to charge head-on even against a massive army!
"die!"

With a roar, Duncan, under the cover of armored cavalry on his left and right, first killed a Painful Acolyte, then thrust the Holy Seal Spear toward the Bloodscar Priest - Veraris in front of him.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

This battle of light and shadow is a trade, exchanging the life of the master of revelry, Korver, for the favored one of the goddesses who tormented Lauvita!
clang.

Mars shattered.

At the moment of impact, Bloodscar Priest-Veraris was horrified. The enemy's strength was astonishing, making him think he had encountered an orc berserker.

He had fought orc warriors before, and they possessed the same unparalleled brute strength.

Bloodscar Priest - Veraris was once a paladin, and was also proficient in horsemanship and mounted combat. However, he later took on some priestly abilities. The Nether Nightmare he rode let out a howl and actually opened its mouth to spew out a plume of black smoke and sparks. The enemy's expression under the mask did not change at all, only his eyes narrowed slightly, as if a flash of bloody killing intent passed through them.

clang!clang!clang!
The two exchanged blows for several moves. The enemy's mounted combat ability was somewhat beyond the Bloodstain Priest-Veraris's expectations. Without having time to think, he immediately began to pray for the power of the Goddess of Torment.

—Divine power!
—Aegis!
As a faint, obscure divine light appeared, Veraris immediately cast the ability 'Amplify Pain' on the enemy before her. This amplifies the pain and damage inflicted on the enemy. If an ordinary spellcaster's will is not strong enough, even a slight scratch can interrupt their spellcasting.

They also rely on this ability to enhance their endurance, because it amplifies the sense of pain.

But the enemy before him remained unmoved, ignoring everything. As the silver spear swept across, Veraris parried with his spear, but suddenly a tremendous force struck him, causing him to lose his balance and be thrown off his horse on the spot. Even the Nightmare of the Lower Realm beneath him let out mournful cries.

The power of giants!

The enemy was far too well prepared. Not only were they empowered by divine magic, but they had also likely taken giant strength potions, or even been equipped with other magical artifacts that enhanced their power.

Blood suddenly appeared.

The Nether Nightmare of Veraris was killed on the spot. With a clang, the enemy threw his silver spear, which pierced through a Painful Acolyte who was trying to cast a spell in the distance and pinned him to a tree trunk.

With a hiss, sparks flew as the menacing enemy dismounted and drew his gilded two-handed greatsword from behind.

Veraris rolled to his feet, refusing to believe that with the blessing of divine power and shield, he could still lose to this enemy. With a roar, he activated the divine grace bestowed by the goddess, then leaped forward and delivered a powerful and earth-shattering jumping strike.

clang!
His bloodstained longsword was blocked by the enemy, and the next second the opponent kicked out with lightning speed, directly aiming for his groin. Veraris reacted quickly and dodged it slightly, but his expression quickly became distorted. Even though he was a believer who tormented the goddess, he couldn't help but tremble slightly at this moment. If the kick hadn't been slightly off-target, he probably would have been kicked to pieces by that iron boot.

A sharp pain shot through my knee.

Before he could react, the enemy charged forward and deflected his longsword with a strange technique. The blade flashed coldly, shattering his right knee. The enemy then used a technique close to the Titan's Grip, wielding a two-handed weapon with one hand, and with a backhand, his heavy fist, clad in arm armor, slammed into his chin, sending him sprawling and even deforming his jawbone.

puff!

With a flash of blood, the enemy spun around and slashed back, cleanly severing Veraris's right arm.

"Protect Lady Veraris!"

On either side of them, the Painful Attendants surged forward in a frenzy. They were all Veraris's confidants and members of the Order, and they wanted to rescue him and cover the retreat of this chosen one of the gods. But what followed was a storm of blood, gore, and severed limbs.

A Painful Servant on the right charged forward wielding a flail. The blood-soaked enemy didn't even glance at him, nor did he need to turn around. With a backhand slash, he beheaded the servant. Then, he shifted half a step to the right, still without turning back, and with a whirlwind slash, cut the second Painful Servant in half at the waist.

Fresh blood and intestines were scattered all over the ground.

A long whip came and wrapped around the enemy's right arm. He simply pulled with all his might without expression, dragging the whip and the person wielding it along with him. He then swung his sword hilt back and smashed the head of the suffering servant, causing an eyeball to burst out of its socket.

The enemy, clad in golden armor, approached the heavily wounded Veraris step by step. A beam of magical light descended, transforming into a blazing fire serpent. The man paused only for a moment, then hooked a warhammer with his toe, casually tossing it out. The hammer whistled through the air and smashed the head of a tormented acolyte dozens of meters away.

Sonorous!

puff.

The newcomer finally reached Veraris. He gripped his greatsword and thrust it back, piercing the chest of the Bloodstained Cultist behind him. Then, with a single horizontal slash, he severed half of the cultist's body, scattering his internal organs. He also severed half of the head of another attacker, revealing smooth brain tissue in the cross-section.

Death is like the wind, reflecting a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

One strike, one kill; no hesitation, no fancy fighting techniques required, just pure, unadulterated overwhelming power.

He took seven steps toward Veraris, leaving behind twelve mangled corpses of the Pain Cultists.

This kind of fighting power!
The Bloodscar Priestess, Veraris, had never seen anything like it before. Even the chief paladin of Tyr, the God of Justice, did not possess such terrifying combat skills.

Such strength can only be honed through endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

At that moment, he even thought he had encountered the chosen one of the 'Three Gods of Death'!
Blood sacrifice to the god of death.

The skull is presented to the throne.

His Bloodstained Cult members failed to give the enemy a serious fight; they were simply slaughtered at will.

Even he himself was now doubting how much of the enemy's strength they had actually used.

"Lord Duncan has become even stronger!"

The scarlet actor not far away also looked horrified, and the clown stared intently at the man's back.

As for the members of the Church of Wealth, they were equally shocked. Although Duncan Starfall was a guardian of the Great Treasury and rarely took action, his strength was rumored to be far more terrifying than it appeared now.

Bloodscar Priestess - Veraris staggered to her feet.

As a chosen one of the gods, he also had his own pride and would never allow himself to be trampled and tortured to death by his enemies like a dead dog.

But Duncan casually swung his hand and broke his other leg.

"Lord Duncan."

"The nearby Pain Cultists have been cleared out." The figure of Shadow Dancer Kevin appeared, his expression full of awe.

Duncan nodded slowly and said, "Yes."

"Clean the battlefield."

Having said that, he looked down at the Bloodscar Priestess Veraris, a former paladin and a tormentor of the goddess, casually picked up a spiked mace, and with a flick of his wrist, pointed the spiked side at Veraris's skull.

This former paladin possessed an indomitable will. Covered in blood and utterly disheveled, he struggled to his feet and staggered to his knees before Duncan.

Duncan stared into his bloodshot eyes and said in a low voice, "You can pray to the god you serve now!"

As if he realized something.

Bloodscar Priest - Veraris looked up in astonishment at the man before him, then released his longsword, knelt down with difficulty, closed his eyes and prayed to the goddess of torment - Lauvita. He had fought with all his might to the last moment, hoping that the goddess would know his courage.

The others around looked slightly surprised, but the armored knights of the Golden Company seemed to understand something and gathered around.

Duncan, holding a mace, waited quietly.

Only after Bloodscar Priest-Veraris finished chanting the last line of his prayer to the goddess of torment-Lavita did he decisively swing his weapon down heavily, the spiked side of the mace driving directly into Bloodscar Priest-Veraris's skull.

Execution!

Without showing any mercy, the corpse of Bloodscar Priestess-Veraris stiffened for a moment before slowly collapsing.

The Gold Order knights around Duncan watched him silently.

This man showed his enemy the mercy he deserved.

A former paladin was not tortured to death like a dead dog; Duncan mercifully gave him the opportunity to pray before ending his life.

at the same time.

Elsewhere in Serganth, some members of the Church of Pain also seemed to sense something, even witnessing an oracular vision.

One of the cold-looking men, whose bodies were wrapped in barbed chains, slowly rose and said, "The Bloodstain Priestess - Veraris is dead."

"Someone is coming."

"Bring the Archbishop of the Red Curtain here."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man covered in wounds was dragged over. This man, whose body was wrapped in barbed chains, squatted down, stared into the eyes of the Archbishop of the Red Curtain, and said in a deep voice, "You can now pray to the god you serve."

After saying that, he beckoned, and the Painful Servant handed him a decapitation axe.

The enemy carried out a 'merciful execution'.

The tormentor of the goddess responded with 'mercy', and as the kneeling, trembling Archbishop of the Red Curtain finished his prayer, the scarred man swung his executioner's axe and swiftly beheaded the Archbishop of the Red Curtain.

"interesting."

"The goddess commands us to sacrifice a man named Duncan Starfall to her!"

The man revealed a cruel smile and slowly said, "Don't torture him, give him a quick execution!"

The goddess has rarely shown such interest in other mortals.

This prey must be delivered by him personally!
Outside the city of Sergant.

The members of the Golden Company began cleaning up the battlefield.

Duncan sheathed his weapon, glanced at the dead Master of Carnival, and said expressionlessly, "Take the body back and give it to the Mother of Great Bliss."

The members of the Holy Hand were also secretly observing him.

The five shrewish women of the Church of Wealth considered using the opportunity of joint rule to turn the tables on the Mother of Great Bliss, but given the current situation, it would be very difficult to do so without the support of this man.

In just one battle, the armored knights of the Golden Company spontaneously came to his side to protect him.

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(End of this chapter)