Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 571 - 104: Barbarian Race Degenerates! Civilization Corrupts, The Soft Blade Strikes the Heart_3

Chapter 571: Chapter 104: Barbarian Race Degenerates! Civilization Corrupts, The Soft Blade Strikes the Heart_3

At this moment, news came from the eastern desert once again, the Persian Empire’s Immortal Legion advancing triumphantly, recapturing several occupied cities, and the rumors of them being blessed by the Divine Spirit became increasingly clear, for even when their bodies were pierced on the battlefield, they would not easily die.

The favorable situation for the eastern nomads seemed to have been thwarted, and other grassland tribes had no choice but to temporarily halt their westward advance and start gathering to first conquer the Desert Countries.

Currently, the Turhut tribe has only one Khan.

After Duncan bestowed titles to the kings, Khan Kule also almost entered a state of semi-retirement, directly settling in the subcontinent to peacefully become a king himself.

By the banks of the Malta River.

Riding a black steed, Duncan galloped along the riverbank, followed by a team of fully armed elite personal guards, the grassland’s wind - Divine Favor Khan’s Personal Guard. They were blessed by myriad spirits and the Horse God, already beyond regular troops, similar to the special units of the Root World, akin to the mythic version of Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

Behind him, an endless flow of nomadic cavalry could be seen, owing to the successful conquest of the subcontinent, under the call of myriad spirits, numerous nomadic tribes gathered, integrating into the Turhut tribe.

Now the Turhut tribe is considered one of the strongest nomadic tribes on the grassland.

Duncan is also hailed as the ’Khan among Khans’.

Son of Heaven.

In this world, there is no concept of ’Son of Heaven’; if compared, the most appropriate title would be ’Heavenly Khan’.

Of course, just relying on the achievement of conquering the subcontinent is not enough, Duncan still needs to demonstrate his strength.

"Khan."

"Our scouts have discovered two persons claiming to be your subordinates and requesting to see you."

The sound of galloping hooves echoed.

The personal guards quickly intercepted and soon delivered the message.

Subordinates?

Where would he have subordinates?

Duncan seemed to have thought of something, and couldn’t help but wave his hand, spurring his horse towards the opposite side of the river, where he soon saw two robust figures in the crowd, the burly physique of the Barbarian Race was exceedingly striking.

Ugar, Tambourine.

Duncan’s expression showed a hint of disappointment; he thought it was Hegel that had come.

He dismounted enthusiastically to greet the two.

Ugar was visibly excited, wanting to give a warm embrace but soon restrained himself because Duncan’s status was now different, even the Golden Coast heard some legends.

It was said he conquered a piece of the subcontinent and exterminated the Aztec Gods worshipped by the native people.

The Furious Gods only then came to realize what they missed but it was too late for regrets.

"In the name of the Holy Mountain, we are willing to follow you into battle."

Ugar composed himself and knelt before Duncan with one knee; he was supposed to go north to become a tribal chieftain of the Barbarian Race, but now he chose to come here to follow Duncan’s footsteps and conquer the world.

He no longer wished to return north; Ugar yearned for a grander stage, to leave his own glory in human history.

The silent Tambourine followed closely; the Barbarians valued glory, and sometimes their sense of honor would exceed the Furious Gods.

Duncan helped the two up, patted them on the shoulder saying: "Good!"

"Men."

"Prepare a banquet. I want to properly entertain friends."

He didn’t expect it to be Ugar and Tambourine who came; from them, Duncan also learned a bit about Hegel. It seemed he refused the God of Strength’s call and did not respond to the Oracle, so he was directly shelved like a ’rebellious son’.

There were even rumors that Hegel chose self-exile, leaving the Golden Coast after the campaign ended, and no one knew where he went.

Because even Ugar hadn’t heard from Hegel in a long time.

Then there was Crete, who had become a Barbarian Chieftain, reportedly living well, having been elected as the leader of the Barbarians due to honor.

Pirate Queen Annie Potter had already been crowned as the Queen of Simir.

Much had occurred in this period, but with Duncan’s and Hegel’s departure, the Furious Gods seemed to have lost legendary heroic-level fighters, although some formidable warriors were subsequently introduced, their achievements were far less brilliant than before.

The Barbarians were adept at solo combat, but on the battlefield, it was all chaos.

More distressingly, some Barbarians, after settling in the affluent southern regions, were shockingly degenerating; some Barbarian warriors literally drank themselves to death.

It’s not just one or two instances; in the past few months alone, dozens of Barbarians succumbed to death by drink.

The Barbarians were previously poor, with scarce materials, unable to revel much in drinking.

Now their lives have improved, coupled with the Golden Coast’s abundant harvests, with alcohol in supply, those fond of alcohol are practically drinking themselves into oblivion, indirectly leading to the Wine God’s belief becoming more active.

"Rumor has it, the grassland tribes that occupied the Desert Countries are very quickly degenerating too."

"Luckily, I promptly brought people out of the subcontinent."

Duncan couldn’t help but think of the Germanic Barbarians and the Mongol Empire’s leadership; the first and second-generation warriors, having endured hardship, were less prone to degeneration, but starting from the third generation, regardless of whether they were Barbarians or grassland nomads, the speed of degeneration was astonishing.

The Barbarians were rapidly corrupting.

Those grassland warriors that conquered the Desert Countries were gradually degenerating too.

The situation here is somewhat better; the Golden Coast over there is more severe because after their defeat, whether intentionally or not, the Golden City continuously tributed the Barbarians, many chieftains became increasingly indulgent in dissipation.

The barbaric warrior creed they embodied was increasingly compromised by hedonism.

More importantly, the God of Strength - Kod, was a hedonist.

The soft tactics employed by the Gods of the Golden Coast indeed exploited the flaw in the Furious Gods; if they had decisively defeated the others back then, degeneration might have ensued, but it had a middling outcome, now even divine beliefs couldn’t curb the degeneration of the Barbarians.

"If you’re going to strike, then strike decisively."

"Now, the Barbarians from the north’s Land of Bitter Cold will only continually lose combat strength."

Duncan narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing into the distance.

He would eventually strike back!

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