Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 562 - 102: Holy Sanctuary Broken! Annihilate the Gods!

Chapter 562: Chapter 102: Holy Sanctuary Broken! Annihilate the Gods!

Too weak!

Truly too weak!

A sound of galloping hooves arose, and as Duncan led several hundred of the Khan’s Personal Guard back, all the nomads of the Turhut tribe along the way bowed their heads. Many grassland warriors knelt on one knee, expressing their genuine respect for the strong. Some indigenous people even prostrated themselves as if worshiping an emperor, forming a vast, blackened mass.

With fewer than a thousand grassland elite vanguard, Duncan annihilated two countries in just a few days, conquering these city-states with populations in the millions.

One wouldn’t know how ridiculously strong this man is until facing him on the battlefield!

The Gretia witch had become numb. She rode a majestic white horse, wearing a crown embedded with dazzling gems. In the snowy valley on her chest lay a massive red gem, of immeasurable value, gifted to her casually by Duncan.

In the south, even she, as a legendary witch, couldn’t have access to so much gold and jewels.

"Bring it up!"

Duncan pulled on the reins, gazing at the nomads before him—Turhut from the east. They differed significantly from the Turhut of the Root World, but were equally fierce; in the Root World, Turhut was recruited as cavalry for assaulting infantry formations.

This task is not for the faint-hearted.

Carts were brought up, and the surrounding crowd uttered a series of exclamations, witnessing what seemed like a golden mountain under the sunlight, their eyes wide open.

Gold.

Piles and piles of gold.

Enough to almost fill one room, alongside heaps of silver that could fill another.

This land was rich in gold.

All the spoils were collected by Duncan through a firm iron-handed approach. He employed the Roman Empire’s military system, ensuring anyone who tried to grab without permission faced death; after the war, spoils would be shared.

The tent ahead was drawn open, revealing the figure of Khan Klet. He saw the mountains of gold before him and couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

Turns out, this place is richer than the Desert Countries!

His ailment had somewhat recovered. Beside him stood several sons; the eldest, Boklet, rode protecting Duncan’s side. His expression no longer resembled a Khan’s son but more like the Khan’s Personal Guard for that man.

His submission to Duncan’s valor was evident; he even witnessed Duncan leading grassland spirit warriors against native gods.

Thousands of spirits blessed him, showing what he needed to see to avoid trouble.

Khan Klet’s eldest son personally led Duncan’s horse!

The faces of the Turhut tribe elders subtly changed; other khan’s sons also showed shock. Their elder son had always prided himself as the true warrior of the grasslands, thinking it would be impossible for him to lead a horse willingly—who knew what he experienced.

Change is coming!

With just one war, Duncan wielded the power to seize control over the Turhut tribe.

Many were worried, yet seeing the gold, they became greedy again. Such a fierce figure had never appeared in the grasslands before, drawing nearby nomads’ attentions; many felt regret for not joining the expedition upon seeing these spoils.

"Khan Klet."

Duncan dismounted and nodded slightly, expressing a hint of respect.

Seeing his gesture, Khan Klet immediately breathed a sigh of relief, promptly stepping forward to embrace Duncan warmly, "Brother, it seems you’ve brought us incredible spoils."

Duncan signaled beside him; Khan Klet’s eldest son excitedly clapped his hands.

Boxes and boxes of gold were soon brought up.

Filling the tent before them.

Like a mountain of gold.

Duncan accepted a map from an attendant behind him, speaking solemnly, "This gold, these jewels, and the land marked on this map—I gift them to you!"

Now Duncan had completely taken charge.

He sent most of the spoils to Khan Klet’s tent—a mountain of gold attracting many spectators, even his daughters couldn’t help but come out, eyes bright, gazing at the scattered jewels while looking up to the man, hearing tales of his valor from others.

Amongst Turhut warriors, it’s said Duncan defeated thousands of enemies with only a two hundred-member vanguard, driving them like cattle with enemy fleeing all over.

This seemed like a myth.

With Duncan’s generous gift, Khan Klet opened the map, contemplating the vast territory marked, even indicating grasslands and horse farms. He couldn’t help asking, "Brother, you offer such a heavy gift."

"I don’t know how to repay you."

"What do you want?"

This gift was too weighty.

Duncan directly offered a nation’s territory, even allowing him to ascend as King.

"I want the grassland warriors."

Duncan pointed to the grassland cavalry behind him; they were from the Turhut tribe, forming much of Khan Klet’s assets, now loyally following Duncan. Duncan wanted to take them officially.

He aimed to exchange a nation’s territory, its gold, for the thousand elite grassland warriors.