Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 480 - 76: Arrogant? No, Woman, You Do Not Understand the Power of a King!
Of course.
The God of Strength - Kod is also the God of Competition, and the Furious Gods admire robust Barbarians, and the best way to show one’s physique is through competitive sports.
Only in ancient times did they have bloody sacrificial gladiatorial contests, but nowadays, civilization has gradually replaced them.
Even Barbarians have to adapt to the times.
The God of Combat transformed into the God of Competition, and the Barbarians gradually abandoned cruel and bloody dark sacrifices. In ancient times, however, they would have had to die a few, as a proper warrior ought to, much like the celebrations of the Horse King in the Song of Ice and Fire’s ceremonies for the gods.
Barbarians believe in kill or be killed; survival and reproduction are paramount.
Regardless of how good or bad the ceremony looks, its shock value is quite astounding.
A group of pirates swallowed nervously, watching in astonishment as Duncan lifted and set down a massive boulder weighing several tons as if it were a routine training exercise.
Unnoticed, a fierce wind spurred up around the Shen Kan.
The Furious Gods are watching!
The Furious Gods are admiring!
Only Barbarians with such a mighty physique could survive the Barbaric Era, could contend against a hundred tribes, and could face natural disasters fearlessly!
They are another branch of human civilization.
A group of people embracing primitive wildness.
Duncan could complete a set of one hundred weighted squats; in the entire warband, only he and Hegel could accomplish this.
This is one of the thresholds for the Gods’ Gaze from the Furious Gods.
If you can carry a weight of around a hundred thousand jin, or approximately fifty tons, then the God of Strength will favor you, directly granting you extraordinary Divine Grace.
This level of Barbaric Power makes being chosen by the gods a certainty.
To directly pummel giants.
But to go further, one must Promote, transcending the Root Law of the material world.
"What a terrifying group of monsters," a nearby pirate murmured to himself.
Barbarian rituals are simple and unadorned.
With their minds, they cannot remember overly complex ceremonies.
Duncan put down the fake mountain he was holding and, after glancing at Crete and Ugar behind him, prepared for the final competition.
Two Barbarians rushed up together.
Bam!
In the collision of fists hitting flesh, the two were directly flung away, and as Crete pounced to grapple, Duncan mercilessly threw him over his shoulder. The ground trembled, the stone slabs cracked, and Crete, like a cannonball, lay motionless on the ground for quite some time.
Ugar let out a wild roar, delivering a heavy punch to Duncan’s forehead, which Duncan blocked with one hand, then roared so fiercely that the nearby pirates were dizzy, and then promptly laid Ugar down without mercy.
This is the competitive ceremony offered to the Furious Gods, especially the God of Strength.
Absolutely no holding back!
As long as nobody dies, a few injuries are inevitable.
"Who else!"
After laying down Crete and Ugar, Duncan roared at the surrounding pirates, his expression extremely arrogant and ferocious, shouting, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Quinn from the Behemoth tribe?!"
Thunder Beast, that is Behemoth.
The surroundings fell completely silent, not a soul daring to speak, to challenge this terrifying human-shaped monster.
Only now was the ceremony considered complete.
Barbarians fear no challenge, and neither do the Furious Gods, and at the ceremony’s end, they accept challenges from anyone.
Arrogant to the extreme!
But this is the Furious Gods, and this is the type of ceremony they enjoy.
Unlike Prometheus’s disregard for everyone, the arrogance of Barbarians is another form of expression, and sometimes the ceremonies they offer to the gods are too arrogant.
Making a Barbarian submit isn’t easy; royal authority alone isn’t enough.
Duncan’s final gaze fell on the beautiful red-haired woman, and for a moment, she felt like she was stared down by an ancient beast, her body covered in goosebumps, trembling slightly.
Fortunately, Duncan quickly shifted his gaze.
In the silence, the final step of the ceremony was completed, and a spiritual light invisible to the naked eye floated on the Shen Kan.
This signified that the Furious Gods were very satisfied, and so was the God of Strength.
To flaunt their might to the whole world!
Barbarians, simple and unadorned.
Furious Gods, also simple and unadorned.
On Duncan’s body, the emblems of the Divine Maiden of the Great Snow Mountain and the Lady of Fury glowed faintly. This is a place rarely reached by Barbarians, and Duncan’s flaunting of his might here pleased the deities.
As long as they’re pleased, the Furious Gods are very generous.
They are known for being capricious, but when they’re pleased, the Furious Gods are very fond of Barbarians.
"Where’s Hegel?"
Duncan began seeking answers from the Furious Gods.
Winds howled.
The clouds above everyone began to surge as if pointing southeast. For a moment, Duncan seemed to see many women, an extremely valiant group of women wielding spears and bows, who captured Hegel.
The unlucky fellow.
He encountered one of the rare ancient tribes capable of matching the Barbarians head-on, the Amazonian Warriors, remnants of the matriarchal era.
What else could Duncan do?
Rescue him!
If Hegel wasn’t rescued, he’d likely become the breeding tool of the entire Amazonian tribe, ridden by thousands of women every day, a disgrace to the Barbarians, who preferred to fight back.
That fool.
Not being able to defeat that group of women, didn’t he think to find a way to escape?
Since the Furious Gods gave instructions, Duncan prepared to set out to rescue Hegel from misery, only this place was so barren that a ship would be needed to leave.
Thinking of this, Duncan’s gaze inevitably fell on the beautiful red-haired female pirate.
Seize, or borrow.
By Duncan’s standards, taking from pirates doesn’t count as seizing, after all, they also rob others.
