Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 578 - 107: Duncan Throws the Elephant! Assault on the Holy Sanctuary! (2)

"It really is Mitra's priest commanding!"

Riders behind Duncan rushed forward, and the gust of wind on the central battlefield began to swirl. The rangers scattered to both sides, revealing the elite cavalry of the central army, appearing hundreds of meters beside the infantry.

Commanding so many cavalry was a first for Duncan; the nomads were not well-trained, and he couldn't employ too sophisticated formations.

"If only the Roman legions were here."

Duncan understood for the first time the helplessness of God's Whip, Attila. Facing the arrayed heavy infantry, advancing was no option, retreating wasn't viable either. The enemy engaged in a war of attrition with him, using foot archers to exchange for mounted archers. Mitra's formation was like a turtle shell, leaving no openings.

But even if it's steel, we must bite off a piece of meat now!

"This battle must be won!"

"If we lose, my invincible reputation will be shattered."

"And the War God's status can only be seized from the War God's hands."

The flag behind Duncan waved, and the dispersed rangers moved like a rotating whirlwind. With war command skills not belonging to this era, they completed a 180-degree turn. Chagatai Khan watched in amazement; it was his first time seeing someone command cavalry to such extent.

Using game terminology, Duncan's cavalry command skills were S-level, and only a few in the world could compare, like God's Whip, Genghis Khan, or Heaven Khagan—those who commanded large-scale cavalry were limited to the Huns and Mongolians.

Facing a God, Duncan could only play it safe.

Mitra's army began to spread out; this Divine Spirit spread within the Roman Empire's military, accepting only males. Under the God's perspective, there were many roles: the Great Raven, the Bride, the Soldier, the Lion, Persia, the Father, and so on—all religious ranks within Mitra's cult.

With many priests mixed in the army, Duncan had no choice but to send in the grassland priesthood.

A demonic wind raged.

It's an Eastern term, similar to the Yellow Turban Army's demon technique. Yet, the army upfront didn't fall into chaos. Sunlight was so blinding that the entire battlefield seemed split into two parts: one side stormy and cloudy, the other searing and sunlit.

They do look like villains.

But right now, good and evil no longer matter. It's a battle of faith and a secular confrontation; only the victor can determine history.

The Sun God naturally carries a background halo.

Boom!

The infantry below had already engaged with the Undying Legion. As Duncan expected, they quickly fell to a disadvantage and even began to rout; these were first-tier heavy infantry, mythological units even, impossible to deal with. Likely only a Barbarian Berserker could create a breach.

"Have Chagatai Khan strike the right flank's rear!"

Duncan entrusted the toughest nut to Chagatai Khan, whether he accepted it or not. He had to exert effort in this battle.

"Follow me!"

Without the main heavy cavalry, there's no fear of shaking the enemy's formations; the grassland infantry and native infantry were just cannon fodder, thrown in batch by batch to no effect.

A black dragon banner waved.

As Duncan rode in gallop, the grassland storm behind him surged, countless nomad spirits emerging to follow the steps of all spirits, charging toward the enemy.

In the eyes of mortals, it seemed as though a celestial curtain followed Duncan, obscuring the earth as he advanced.

Two fronts opened!

Facing the powerful Mitra, all spirits also went all-in.

If we lose, then strategically retreat.

Boom!

The earth trembled.

Duncan personally commanded ten thousand elite cavalry, advancing under arrow rain and then ordered, "Armor-Piercing Heavy Arrow!"

Behind him, the vast cavalry forces drew heavy arrows from their right-side waist. They carried two quivers: one for piercing armor, one for long shots—but the former had a short range, requiring them to charge close under the arrow rain for the piercing shot.

The infantry began pushing forward in full force after Duncan went into battle, with Chagatai Khan holding back. Turhut's personal guards behind him grew anxious, urging him repeatedly to enter the fray.

But Chagatai Khan remained calm: "No rush."

"Now is not the time!"

Others didn't understand, but how could he not? Duncan had entrusted him with the decisive blow. If Chagatai Khan didn't act, Duncan would end up entangled in combat, possibly even surrounded.

This demeanor and composure slightly impressed him.

But since Duncan gave him the heavy cavalry, he must achieve the greatest outcome. Now wasn't the time; he had to wait for the enemy to show weakness.

He was unaware this battle was a confrontation with a God, yet the enemy's command and maneuvering had pressured him immensely.

"Xerxes II has such skill?"

"How come I've never heard he was adept at commanding troops?" Chagatai Khan was puzzled.

The Emperor was just a figurehead, used to boost army morale.

The real command was by the Father and Mitra's High Priest, the mastermind being Mitra's will.

Boom!

A brutal clash erupted instantly.

With the infantry unreliable, Duncan had no choice but to use cavalry to seize the chance to break the formation. If the Empire's Garrison Forbidden Army were here, he'd suffer no anxiety in direct confrontations, fully able to calmly command the cavalry awaiting opportunity.

Feigning defeat to lure the enemy was impossible; Mitra's forces saw through everything.