Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 512 - 86: Backlash! Curse_2

Who else could it be?

It must be Prometheus.

At first glance, Duncan couldn’t see the end, a dense dark mass of enemies, impossible to count, seemingly endless.

However, unlike others who worried, Duncan felt a bit excited.

"Why are there so many!?"

Hegel’s expression was also very grim, and he said in a deep voice, "Is this really the power mortals possess?"

The enemies were too many.

This undead army seemed endless, already encircling them completely.

Witch Gleya said solemnly, "We must find a way to hold out until dawn, or else you’ll have to pray for the miracle of the Furious Gods."

"This is real magic!"

The enemy’s casting ability could be even stronger than hers; in a comparison, think of Imhotep from the mummy movies, the High Priest of ancient Egypt.

Seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone’s faces, Witch Gleya said softly, "The undead cannot move in daylight."

"As long as dawn arrives, they must return to the Netherworld."

"But as long as the curse remains, the undead will harass you endlessly."

Ancient Egypt was very skilled in curse ceremonies.

At this moment, Duncan spoke up, "It looks like Prometheus really went all out to solve us."

Witch Gleya said solemnly, "The other side probably holds the legendary Book of the Dead."

"We shouldn’t fight head-on."

"These undead are endless!"

Endless?

Duncan’s expression grew even more excited.

As if infected by his fighting spirit, the nearby barbarian also grew eager, Hegel even turned and said, "You mean to say, as long as we fight until dawn, we’ll be fine?"

It was probably around midnight now, with five hours left until dawn.

With a barbarian’s physique, continuous fighting for five hours, as long as the expenditure wasn’t excessive and there were intervals to rest, wasn’t impossible.

"Yes." Witch Gleya nodded, "As long as we hold until dawn, I will have time to find a way to break the curse."

At this time, Duncan had already donned his helmet.

"No need for that much trouble."

He turned to look at Annie Potter behind him and said slowly, "You all stay in place and set up the defense line."

After saying this, he glanced at Hegel, directly picked up his grandfather, wielded a shield, and charged at the dense mass of the undead army ahead.

Did Prometheus really think he could kill him this way?

Duncan smiled silently.

His grandfather swept out with a flash of cold light, a massive horizontal sweep, splitting several mummy warriors in half; their combat strength was similar to the monsters from the mummy movies, but some were quite agile, on par with the movie’s Pharaoh guards.

A faint gleam appeared.

Duncan, with a fierce charge, smashed the mummies ahead into a rain of bones, then swung his shield down heavily, instantly smashing a mummy into pieces on the ground.

He was like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable!

Single-handedly, he charged into the midst of thousands; wherever his grandfather went, there were only fragments of dry corpses on the ground; these things were very fragile. After closing the distance, Duncan picked up a spear and hurled it at a jackal-headed humanoid monster with a three-star mark amidst the undead army.

Bam!

The enemy was directly pierced through the chest and soon turned into a mist of black fog and vanished.

Too fierce!

This man was too fierce!

Witch Gleya stood on the spot, stunned. She watched Duncan in a daze as he unleashed unrivaled chaos amidst the dense army of mummies. This was truly an unrivaled chaos dance, as Duncan would dispatch several enemies with a single blow; wherever his heroic figure moved, enemies fell like wheat.

"Looks like these corpses aren’t that great!"

The barbarians like Crete were itching for action; Hegel almost immediately followed Duncan’s lead, swinging his warhammer and throwing it like Mjolnir, shattering over a dozen skeletons.

Duncan and Hegel together easily killed hundreds of dry mummy corpses. As other barbarians followed, the vast undead army surrounding them was rebounded as if waves were crashing onto rocks.

"This is exhilarating!"

"Hahaha! This is exhilarating!"

The group of barbarians fought with ghostly wails; they loved these massively outnumbered battles where the enemy wasn’t particularly strong.

If they returned to the Great Snow Mountain in the future, they wouldn’t dare greet others without boasting about slaying thousands of undead.

Are these barbarians even human?

Witch Gleya had initially intended to propose setting up an array to defend until dawn, but she swallowed her words because, in a short time, the battle-driven barbarians charged and killed round after round, directly slashing nearly a thousand undead.

Among them, Duncan alone killed nearly half the number!

"These barbarians’ physique is too formidable!"

"Do they never tire?"

Witch Gleya muttered, her gaze always on Duncan, while cautiously watching the distant Pharaoh mummy, because that monster possessed cursing abilities.

They certainly would get tired, but not so easily.

Frenzy hadn’t even been triggered!

Duncan had been training the barbarians with extreme intensity recently, directly practicing against crashing waves; without overextending himself, the barbarians’ endurance had tremendously improved.

—"Parry Defense Master (Combat Skills)."

Duncan wasn’t sure how many enemies he had killed, but with the appearance of a golden mark, his parry defense skill had directly advanced to master level.