Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 585 - 109: The End of Myth! The Realm Divided in Three (Part 3)

It wasn't long.

Lady of Fury's Holy Sanctuary, along with many Ocean Divine Descendants, announced to the outside world that they have joined a faction called Vanaheim, led by Lady of Fury, formally allied with a faction called the Aesir Race.

The Furious Gods were instantly shocked!

This has come right to their doorstep, perhaps because Duncan was forced away in the past, making Lady of Fury hold a grudge in her heart. This time she directly forged an alliance with the Aesir Race as the sea god.

Titan Race, Aesir Race, Ocean Divine Race, Beast Gods.

Coupled with the omnipotent will backing Duncan, a mighty force has formed within the human pantheon, capable of crushing all the forces of the old era.

Golden Desert.

As the mighty cavalry entered the golden kingdom, a lone figure emerged from the distant army, riding alone to the magnificent Golden Throne, humbly bowing his head and kneeling with one knee: "Great Heavenly Khan!"

"Goddess Isis pays you homage!"

"The Desert Countries are willing to submit to you."

Metis.

The few Egyptian Kings untainted by bloodline curse pollution, carefully gazed at the majestic figure on the Golden Throne, who would have thought that in such short time, this man could conquer such vast territories.

The omnipotent working with Duncan is simply the bulldozer of this era.

Duncan's calm voice sounded: "Rise."

"Summon your army."

"Join me in heading towards the Golden City!"

This time, an army of three hundred thousand advanced on the Golden Coast.

At the port of Atumon, Duncan saw the Amazonian Warriors with high ponytails in the distance, all converting to the aspect of Goddess Suliss, led by Queen Oreitia, valiant and spirited, behind her were Storm Eira and Thunder Spear Lola. After ascending under Athena's aspect, the entire Amazonian warrior tribe was reformed.

Queen Oreitia gazed at Duncan on the Golden Throne, a hint of shock in her expression, as she slowly knelt with one knee: "Your Majesty."

"The Amazon tribe, three thousand female warriors have assembled."

Times have changed.

Seeing Duncan again, Queen Oreitia couldn't help but lower her proud head, humbly expressing submission.

Wherever the army reached, the city-states along the way surrendered at the sight of the wind.

Even Elephant Woman-Ashati this time sent an envoy to voluntarily submit, leading the Mythical Legion's elephant guards to join his army.

Upon the waves.

Amidst crossing the sea, Duncan's figure stood on the deck. As he gazed at the distant ocean, a melodious song emerged in the tumbling waves, followed by the appearances of dozens of sea banshees, raising the chariot seat. Above them, more than a dozen beautifully dressed and stunning Ocean Divine Maidens appeared.

Leading them was the Goddess of Currents and Tides-Okeimete, beside her the Oceanid-Petira, and many Ocean Divine Maidens who had previously attended rituals arranged by Lady of Fury.

They resembled concubines and maids, gathered beside the Goddess of Currents and Tides-Okeimete, bowing gracefully towards Duncan.

This is no longer the authority of a mortal king; this is the status of a living War God.

Dibite River.

The army under Duncan faced almost no worthwhile resistance, even the barbarian warriors fell into silence at this moment. They lacked the courage to confront their esteemed Legendary Hero, Godslayer-Quinn, the mythic figure who slain four gods in one day.

Only those who truly followed Duncan know how terrifyingly strong he is!

Indeed, some sea warriors directly switched sides at the last moment.

Upon the banks of the Dibite River. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

A burly figure with a full beard appeared, he led hundreds of barbarian warriors, and seeing the flags in the distance, he immediately greeted with a slap and shouted: "Ugar!"

"Damned bastard!"

"You went to find Quinn? Why didn't you notify me!"

Crete.

This guy is already a chieftain of a small tribe; he brought along hundreds of barbarian warriors from the tribe, directly joining Duncan's army.

Ugar was in the wrong and dared not speak.

Now, he is a small king in a highland with a not-too-small city-state kingdom, considered one of the enfeoffed kings.

At this moment, a burly figure appeared on the opposite bank of the river, lazily raising a jug and saying: "Crete."

"Is your axe still sharp?"

Hegel.

He is now Odin's warrior, destined to have a place in the future Heroic Spirit Hall.

Barbarian warriors were reassembled.

As Duncan's army advanced on the Golden City, a small squad of guards desperately escorted a woman to his camp.

Princess Cleopatra.

This woman, reminiscent of Cleopatra, the Eldest Princess, tidied her beautiful appearance, glancing sideways at Gleya with an excited smile, her body trembling slightly, slowly walking to Duncan, then gracefully bowing down, kneeling on the ground, her voice trembling: "Your Majesty."

"You have finally returned."

Everything she once bet on has finally paid off, that man returned leading an unprecedented enormous army.

Duncan reached out to assist the beautiful Princess Cleopatra, signaling her to stand behind him.

In the dawn's gentle light.

An army of three hundred thousand surrounded the Golden City, this legendary indestructible city has now become even more precarious.

Dong-dong-dong!

A muffled battle drum sounded.

Dozens of armored giant elephants appeared before the formation, followed by grand chariots like palaces. Duncan's heroic figure sat on the Golden Throne, gazing coldly at Prometheus, slightly trembling on the distant city wall, his gaze directly bypassing his silhouette, focusing on the outlines of gods reflecting in the distance.