Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 530 - 91: Mythic War! Death List (Part 3)

Boom!

Blood and flesh rained down from the sky, with vulture feathers and blood transforming into blood-shadow-like wolves upon landing. They lunged forward like phantoms, tearing and biting, while countless feathers attacked like sharp arrows, instantly piercing the Polar Warrior Brown with blood all over his body.

A muffled groan.

The eyes of this Polar Warrior were completely blinded, as the countless feathers shot through his eyeballs. Several blood-shadow-like wolves were biting his thighs, yet he let out a furious roar, as if a shockwave of sound, forming a ring-shaped Wind Blade Domain around him.

—Polar Warrior Brown [Immortal Frenzy] (Blood-red Five-star)!

He was like a dying berserk bear, the serrated axe in his hand turned into an afterimage as he threw it, then the blinded warrior leaped forward, his massive figure soaring dozens of meters into the air, directly seizing the enemy in front of him. His lost sight did not affect his beast-like combat instincts.

Crack!

A piercing scream.

The vulture shadow’s body was locked by him, following which all its bones shattered, with broken bones even piercing out from under the skin, spraying blood crazily. This sickly enemy was brutally strangled in mid-air, the entire person turning into a pile of rotten meat.

"Furious Gods! Witness my glory!"

Polar Warrior Brown grasped the vulture-like head of the enemy, his huge hand exerting force to directly twist off the head, unleashing a roar that echoed across the land towards the rolling dark clouds in the sky.

Afterwards, his figure slowly knelt on one knee, his breath becoming increasingly weak.

The power of the Immortal Frenzy was dissipating.

"Save him!"

Duncan decisively ordered as the witch Gleya also took out a vial of potion and had someone pour it into the mouth of the Polar Warrior.

As she stood up, the witch slightly shook her head and said, "Both eyes are completely blind, the eyeballs have been destroyed."

"Unless the Gods bestow Divine Grace, he is already a cripple."

Too brutal.

This scene shocked the commander of the Vassal Army who had previously wanted to take the initiative to fight; he felt that if he truly went up, he might drop dead the next second.

Winning the attention of the Gods and obtaining their Divine Grace is not an easy task.

A gentle northern breeze caressed the body of the Polar Warrior.

At the rear of the crowd, a Priestess from the Polar Ice Plains lifted the severely wounded and dying Brown. They poured potions into the Polar Warrior and then pulled out the feathers lodged in his body one by one. Only a Barbarian could survive such injuries; anyone else would have been long dead.

The witch Gleya was visibly shocked. She had anticipated facing extraordinary enemies upon coming down from the mountain, but if all the enemies were like this, she might not even have the time to cast spells.

Heroes abound in the world.

In the Mythical Era, there were countless Legendary figures, and she was just one of the less notable among them.

At this moment, several figures dressed as vassals approached from a distance.

Their figures were hunched over, bowing in front of a group of Barbarians, begging, "Please allow us to take back the master’s body."

The corpse collector.

Truly people who live up to their name.

Duncan turned his head to look at the severely wounded and dying Polar Warrior, who nodded slightly, so the group of Barbarians returned the head and body of the vulture shadow to these corpse collectors, while any Curiosities and equipment on the body were out of the question, as per the tradition of the Barbarians; those were their spoils of war.

The corpse collectors gratefully bowed, then carried the head and reassembled the body, sealing it in a burial bag before taking it away.

"This was only a Divine Attendant of a Beast Worship Sect God."

"And not even a Divine Descendant."

"It seems the enemies we encounter in this battle will be very, very strong."

Duncan couldn’t help but think of Hegel. The news from there was that Hegel was badly injured, struck down by the legendary Fayum, who had four times the Divine Power, the venerated of the Crocodile God, who also possessed terrifying Barbaric Power, and he rose to fame much earlier than Hegel.

This was fundamentally not a war of mortals.

Under the gaze of the Gods, it was nothing but an allegory war of soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals, with the Gods’ beloved, chosen ones, and Divine Sons gradually making their appearances.

In essence, this was a war of proxies for the Divine Spirits.

Because if the Gods personally enter the fray and lose, the price they pay would be too great.

But it’s not easy to control everything.

Whether it’s the Furious Gods or the Golden Coast Gods, if genuine anger is ignited, their true selves will personally step in.

Duncan ordered the army to continue moving forward.

He turned to glance at the witch Gleya beside him, noting her extremely solemn expression. If all the enemies were of this caliber, the prospect of her ascending to godhood seemed bleak; without clinging to Duncan, she might not survive more than three episodes upon coming down from the mountain.

A scream of vultures echoed.

Those handling the remains, after taking back the vulture shadow’s body, paused at a distant cliff. They stripped the clothes off this Legendary figure, then a swarm of vultures descended, beginning to peck and dismember the body.

In an instant, not even a bone was left behind, only a pool of blood on the ground.

Vaguely.

A hazy silhouette appeared on the horizon in the distance—a vulture-like humanoid Divine Spirit, with semi-transparent animal spirits encircling her. After the swarm of vultures soared into the sky again, the soul of the vulture shadow also transformed into a half-human, half-beast form, disappearing along with her over the horizon.

The Gods of Faith were in the process of transition, with the early outlines of a Divine Country system appearing; after death, these venerated ones would become Otherworld Divine Attendants, becoming the cornerstone of the future Divine Country system.

But once dead, even if reborn, it’s challenging to walk among mortals again.

Some Divine Spirits’ attendants are placed on a death list arranged by the Gods, as they can still live a long time, while the Otherworld Divine Envoys must undergo soul reincarnation.

This threshold is roughly at the Legendary level.

Not being a Legendary Powerhouse in life makes it difficult to reincarnate as a High-level Otherworld Divine Envoy after death.

"It seems they still have the support of a Beast Worship Sect God."

The incarnation of the vulture goddess held a white crown; her temple was the great cemetery and dead city, the latter being a secluded city in the desert called the Dead City, where her priests would wear long robes of vulture feathers.

In legends, she would hover over the heads of kings, also being the guardian of royal power, revered as the mother of mothers, the white great cow of the Nile.

"There are truly many Divine Spirits in this wretched land!"

"Is there a chance to cut down one or two True Gods?"

Duncan clutched the heavy ancestral weapon, looking towards the distant city-states of various nations. Almost every city-state had local Divine Spirits, combined with the assimilated Primordial Gods, and their affiliated Demigods and so on.

This Mythical war will not end until several True Gods fall!

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